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The White Overall

... got too intense, she gave him a light-hearted laugh like it was all a joke.

For a moment as she spun around, she got a glimpse of Juan. With a purple suit and baroque ruffled shirt, he stood out and signaled that he was a legendary dancer. With a quick flick, he launched into a double-spin to catch his woman in a deep dip with her head almost gracing the floor. His face looked focused - the dancer look perfected, that combination of focus and intensity. Isabelly was in his arms - tight mini-dress with sparkly stones all over. She was a goddess on the dancefloor. They were dancing right next to the DJ. The room was a gradient with the lesser people near the entrance and the royalty near the DJ. You had to work your way up there. The space near the DJ was incredibly packed, but the highly skilled dancers found a way to fluidly use the space to move as if they were not constrained by it at all.

The song changed. She felt a firm grip on her wrist pulling her. Sacred-surprised, she turned her head to seize up the puller. A short round man without a neck pulled her into a gap in the crowd. His unpleasant, insistent, unasking pull reminded her to how much she'd be at the mercy of whatever would happen happen and would happen quickly. The man had hungry eyes for her breasts. He was shorter than her. His nose could have poked between her breasts. His hands were sloppy, brushing her butt. He bumped into other people. He made her step with her heel on someone's foot as she ...

... stepped back. The whole room was one wild and bumpy motion. Dirty! He made her feel dirty. There was the guilt that he had about acting on his impulses that made the whole dance feel dirty. Her mood started shifting.

The song changed. The face of a jungle doctor with silver wire glasses appeared right in front of her face - thoughtful, studious, and skinny like tormented from intellectual pursuit. With a pleasant tone, he whispered into her ear: "Would you like to dance?" She gracefully accepted. He guided her forward, slipping into the space the dancers made as they moved left and right with the bachata basic. Thank god, she was out of the reach of the wall of lesser guys. They could not reach this deeply into the crowd. She was still far away from the DJ.

She could tell that he knew that women liked to be rescued from that wall of lesser men. He was new to dancing. He only did the most basic, mixing the basic with inside turns and throwing in a hair comb arm toss occasionally. The was how his fingers touched her hand and body was like that of a doctor. There was an eerie precision and pointedness to the touch, like his aim and knowledge of anatomy was perfect. Yet there was also that lack of warmth and familiarity with touch that doctors exude. It made her feel conscious all over her body and sensitive to the pointed touches. A gentleman through and through, his eyes were glued to her face with a soft smile. He made her feel like a refined woman.

Being away from the ...