Page 24 of Shared By the Pilots

“You’ll see!” she replied.

Three songs later, the guy made some playful banter about the new Barbie movie. “Have you seen this one, Frank?”

“No, but I actually dated Margot Robbie in college!” the other pianist replied.

“Really? You dated Margot Robbie?”

“Actually it was Margot,comma, Robbie,” he said with a grin. “Robbie Margot was his name. He went by Rob. Real sweet guy.”

The piano player then launched into a rendition ofBarbie Girl, by Aqua. The crowd roared. The bachelorette party all stood up and started dancing, and then Veronica did the same.

“I unironically love this song,” she told me, leaning close so I could hear over the music. “I remember watching the music video on MTV when I was like seven years old. Back when they still played music videos.”

I laughed. “It was a simple time back then.”

Veronica was pretty tipsy now, bordering on buzzed. And she was on her feet, dancing with her hands in the air.

“Come on!” she insisted. “Get up! You’re the one who brought me to a dueling piano bar, and I’ve waited all night for this song!”

I wasn’t self-conscious like a lot of guys, and I was pleasantly inebriated, so I stood up and started dancing. We weren’t really dancingtogether; it was more like we were dancing adjacent to one another. It wasn’t really a song made for dancing, but somehow we—and the other drunk patrons of the piano bar—made it work.

It was tough to hold a grudge while dancing to a stupid song from the nineties. In fact, the song had the effect of making me stop caring about anything other than having a good time. I totally forgot that Veronica was just using me to make Luke jealous.

Then she sidestepped a little bit until she was dancing directly in front of me. Her hair tickled against my face as she tossed her head back and forth, and her ass briefly brushed across my legs. She twisted to look back at me, belting out the lyrics, “Come on Barbie, let’s go party!”

I grinned back at her.

And then shefirmlypushed her ass against me, shaking it in time with the music. It was outright grinding, the kind of dancing that would get you kicked out of a high school prom. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her hip, inviting me to hold onto her with both hands. Her skin was smooth and warm in that wonderful place between the top of her jeans and the bottom of her shirt.

I’m hard as a rock.

Intrusive thoughts bombarded me; taking Veronica home and doing this same dance without any clothes on, with nothing to separate my cock from her ass. Planting a hand on her back and bending her over my couch, slamming into her from behind so hard it moved the furniture across the room one thrusted inch at a time. In the piano bar she arched her back, bringing her cheek up against mine. Her fingers wrapped around the back of my head, lacing into my hair.

Fuck, I want her badly.

The song ended and the lights brightened just a little bit. Enough to make us stop what we were doing. Veronica sat back down and grinned happily. “I’m glad they finally played it! I was beginning to think they wouldn’t.”

I sat down to hide the huge bulge in my pants, sipping on the rest of my drink. I was well on my way to drunk, now. “Want to go get some food?” she asked. “Or take the party somewhere else?”

Somewhere else.It sounded like she meant one of our places, and not another bar.

I thought about it. We were having fun, and our inhibitions were down.

But then she looked at her phone again, probably just to check the time, and it reminded me of the text from Captain Hendricks. And how she was trying to make him jealous. Extending the night would be a mistake, even if it was a fun one.

“I think I’m a little drunk,” I said. “I should probably call an Uber.”

“Aww, okay,” she replied while flagging down our waitress. “I’ll call one too.”

After she paid, we walked outside into the night. The air was cool and refreshing after the warmth of the piano bar, and the plaza was full of people out enjoying the evening. Veronica laced her arm into mine and began to singBarbie Girlunder her breath.

“I’m a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world…”

“Life in plastic,” I sang with her. “It’s fantastic…”

“You can brush my hair.” She cut her eyes over to me. “Undress me everywhere…”

She was dropping every hint in the book. My willpower was fading fast.

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