Dance Night

Author's Note: This item was written for the "Daily Flash Fiction" Contest on 8/5/2009, using these prompts: trail, ticket, crash.
(Word count: 219)
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Dance Night

Bill handed in their ticket as he escorted Sandy into the dance hall.  Couples already on the floor practiced their waltzes and fox-trots.  Sandy slipped her hand through Bill's arm and studied the competition.  Ginger and Barry were the ones to beat.  Sandy made sure their numbers were fastened properly, then they strode confidently out onto the shiny floor.

Practice finished and the dancers for the first competition were called.  Sandy focused on her posture and turns as Bill led her through the choreography.  She almost fell on her face as she noticed Ginger's dress swirl up revealing bright red garters and nothing else.  That bitch! Sandy thought.  Ginger would do anything to snare the attention of the judges.

When the winners were announced, it was clear Ginger's strategy had worked.

Livid, Sandy trailed behind the other ladies to the washroom.  She went into a stall and crashed the door shut behind her.  She undid the buttons of her blouse, and shoved a mountain of toilet paper into her bra.  She stepped back out and surveyed the effects in the mirror.  Her open blouse revealed gigantic tumescent mounds and a spectacular cleavage. 

The other ladies threw shocked glances her way, but Sandy didn't care.  Ginger had started the whole thing.  Sandy was just responding.  It was tit for tat.