The manakin dance

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Dangerous is a woman who is aware of her powers and femininity and what all she can do with it.

She stood at the stairs of the nightclub, that leads down to the bar and the dance floor. Her eyes darted around the darkly lit place and settled at a Godly looking guy enjoying his drinks with his model looking girlfriend. Pure hatred shot up in to her eyes as she saw him giving her a long full glance before he turned his attention back to the female by his side. Her attention drifted to the female, flimsy tank top and a skirt next to nothing. "Sluttish" she thought.She moved her palm over her black top that slides over one of her shoulders, as if smoothing the creases, and then down on her thighs in worn off blue jeans. She knew she looked classy. She looked around, "this is going to be difficult", she thought. her eyes settled on the bar,"I need a drink", she murmured  She took two tequila shots and moved to the dance floor. Music was like a drug to her. She felt transported as she felt the music consuming her. Her moves became sensual and feminine. She looked lost but she was well aware of the heat of the pair of eyes stealing glances on her-his eyes. Her adrenaline shot up with hatred and desire.She knew she will have him in no time. But she was going to take her own sweet time. She was determined to enjoy this assault. This was her Game.

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A lone figure at the top of the stairs drew his attention. She stood there, her eyes flickering around the room, before they settled on him for a while. Something deep and fierce crossed in her eyes, something he was unable to read. The aura around her was filled with confidence, power and sexuality-a deadly combination. She looked like a royal blue blood waiting for someone to escort her. It took him all his will power to tear his gaze from her and turn it back to his whining companion. He saw her descending the stairs, there was something wild, animal like in the way she moved. That reminded him of a tigress closing in for a hunt. She stopped at the bar and took two shots and moved to the floor. his breath caught up in his throat as he saw her dancing. "Jesus, she knows how to move", and what made her more desirable was her oblivion to the effects she was having on men around. She moved like music was her love and dance floor, her lover. Her eyes closed, her lips twitched in sheer pleasure. "Oh! how I want her right now". Her bronze skin glittered with droplets of sweat. She was tantalizingly amazing. And before he could have enough of her, the DJ announced his last track for the night. A few minutes before closing, she walked to the bar, took one last shot and walked out of the club. He had a hunch he was going to see her again, but the question is, when?