Emily and Steve Part 8

I leaned against the bar, drinking my beer and watching Emily on the dance floor. She was laughing and happy, dancing with her friends. Every once and a while a guy would come over and start dancing with her, close and sexy, but soon enough he would retreat into the background, most likely scared away by Frisco and Lady Miss Cranbrook.

I looked at my watch. It was 11:30, and they were showing no signs of stopping. I, on the other hand, could barely keep my eyes open. I headed out onto the dance floor. Emily grabbed me, and we started dancing close. It felt good, but my eyelids could barely stay up.

"Baby, I think I am going to take off. If you want to stay out and celebrate with your friends, that's cool."

Emily pulled away from me. "Come on, Steve! This is my 'coming out' party. Stick around and have fun with us."

I shook my head. "I'd love to, but I can't. I am just so tired, and I have to do the purchasing accounts in the morning. You stay, have a good time with your friends, and we'll go out this weekend for a nice dinner to celebrate, okay?"

Emily looked crushed, but she nodded and kissed me on the cheek. "Okay, baby. Have a good sleep, and I'll see you in the morning."

As I headed out of the club, I looked back. Two guys started dancing up on Emily, one in front, one behind her. They danced for a moment, Emily sandwiched in between the guys. Then Lady Miss Cranbrook and Frisco danced up, taking a position on either end of the guys, creating a massive five person dancing sandwich. The two guys quickly retreated. I smiled.

"Good work, Frisco and Lady Miss Cranbrook. Keep my sweet Emily safe tonight," I said to myself as I headed out of the club.

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The next morning I woke before my alarm to find the bed empty beside me. I looked at the clock, it was almost 7 in the morning, and Emily still wasn't home. I was suddenly very concerned. What if she got hurt? What if she got in a car with one of her drunk friends, and got in an accident? Was she okay?