...Without waiting for a reply, Jagger took Cassandra by the hand and escorted her to the crowded dance floor. Immediately, he pulled her into his muscular arms. He rested his cheek against hers; his beard stubble scratched against her face like sexual sandpaper. Her body molded to his. She pressed her hands against the solid wall of his pectorals, and also felt him threatening to rip from his pants.

She longed to emancipate the mammoth beast from its leather jail. As the song’s tempo increased, so did her desire. She clawed at Jagger’s backside, ran her hands over his firm, round buttocks, traced his Adam’s apple with her tongue, unconcerned if her lascivious conduct raised eyebrows amongst the patrons. Too engaged in their own various pleasures and the live band, the others didn’t seem to notice.

As the song reached its raging climax, Cassandra flicked her tongue through Jagger’s curly chest hair. She scooped the pendant of his necklace into her mouth and sucked on its bulbous silver point.

His blue eyes connected with hers, and that dangerous sneer twisted the corner of his mouth. “I need to feel your lips on me…” He stabbed his hardness into her belly. “On every inch of me…”