She tried to convince herself that it was all harmless. Even as Tom led the girl to the dance floor, she insisted there was nothing to get angry about. Besides, the girl was too skinny. When she stood up, it became apparent just how scrawny she really was. No, Tom couldn't be interested in that. But why, then, was he dancing so suggestively with her. Damn him! Damn Tom! He was rubbing his cock all over the girl as they danced. He had a hand planted firmly on her tiny little ass while he rubbed sensuously against her to the slow beat of the music. He had one leg between hers and was letting her pussy ride the top of his thigh.

Now Sheila could feel anger. She allowed herself that luxury. Damn right. She became furious as she watched. Her blood boiled as she wondered how many other nights Tom had been here with that little bitch or some other woman.

"Dance, beautiful?" a voice sounded at her shoulder. "Gorgeous broad like you should be dancing."

She looked up into the hopeful eyes of the young man who had approached her. Sheila tried to smile as she shook her head. Dancing was the last thing in the world she felt like doing. The man seemed to take her refusal personal, however. His eyes glared angrily at her as he turned away.

"Go to hell, then," she heard him mutter under his breath. Sheila saw him go to one of the tables and easily find a girl to dance with. She couldn't understand why he had gotten angry with her. Hell, he hadn't even bought her a drink. Someone had, though. A beer was sitting in front of her. The man on her right laughed as she looked questioningly at the mug.

"Thought you might be a little thirsty," he told her, his hand coming around her waist in familiar fashion. The redhead shuddered at his touch, debating whether to make a scene just yet or not. So far he was only touching her waist. She decided to keep quiet unless he tried to play with her tits or her ass. She wanted to watch more of Tom and the skinny brunette before she caused any sort of commotion.