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DEDICATION

This story was written for an ICQ friend: NAT.

My friend Nat is the type of lady that always gives. She gives blood to those in need, encouragement to those that are down, help to those that allows her the opportunity. This story is for you NAT. I think I finally found a way to give you something that you can not give back in multiple. I hope you like the story!!!

The house was exactly as it should have been with everything in its place. The drapes were perfectly pressed and aligned. The crystal clear windows were so clean that they were practically invisible. The carpets were no different. The carpet cleaners had just completed their semi-annual cleaning leaving them spotless.

Ashley was proud of herself. She was just completing the last of this week's chores, the laundry. The only thing left was to fold and put it away. Not one to leave a task undone, Ashley held a pile of towels on her lap. One by one, she folded them into an exact square and placed it on the shiny coffee table. She had almost half way done, when the front door burst open. Ashley knew it was her best friend before she even looked up.

"What you doing girl?" Becky asked.

Becky was never one to watch out for other people's feelings. She has always been proud of the fact that she had never sugar coated anything in her life. This moment was no exception. Her voice showed that she was clearly upset. Ashley responded in a soft voice.

"Just finishing the laundry."

"On Valentines Day? Dear girl, you have to start getting a life. Do you know how silly you look there girlfriend?"

Ashley looked across the room into the full sized mirror. The image that reflected back was almost humorous. Ashley was dressed in a very conservative light blue party dress that barely showed her collar bone. A strand of third rate pearls complemented the silk material and the white edge lacing. To make the image complete, Ashley had a pile of clean laundry sitting on her lap. It looked a lot like Cinderella trying to finishing the last of her chores so that she could go to the ball.

In what appeared to be one leap, Becky crossed the room. With both hands, she flung the laundry to the floor. Pulling Ashley to her feet, Becky let her eyes scan upward from the white high heels shoes and white stockings to the knee length hem of the party dress. Taking another breath, she continued up to the dress to the white belt and pearl necklace.

"Girl. You need to learn to show some skin. You got to skin these guys honey"

Ashley looked at her friend with a look that was half shock and half disgust. Only after the impact of Becky's words hit her did she take the time to see what Becky was wearing.. The outspoken woman was wearing 3 inch heels on bare legs that disappeared under a very short white skirt. A band of flesh gave anyone watching a look at her semi firm tummy muscles. Her top was covered with a white knit sweater.

"Becky, you can not go to the City's Valentine Party dressed like... like that."

"And why not girlfriend, this is the day for love."

Ashley stared at her speechless. She could never even dream of dressing that way. However it never seem to be a problem for her friend. It seemed that Becky could dress anyway that she liked with regard to anybody's expectation. Sometimes Ashley had a hard time with the way that Becky seem to snub society. Yet at the same time, she was secretly glad that someone did. Becky broke the silence.

"Come on Girl. Let move it,"

Ashley responded by grabbing her purse and walking with Becky to the door. Turning around, she made a mental check that all the lights were off and all the windows were shut and locked.

The cool air hit them both in the face. Ashley clutched her arm around herself to try to keep herself warm. When she turned to ask Becky how cold it was. She saw Becky was walking in long strides as if she had not even noticed the cold. In a few moment, the two ladies had climbed into the bucket seats of Becky's red Mustang and were speeding toward the new Convention Center.

Becky did not allow her Mustang to hold back any of its muscle. She let it loose on the streets, tearing through the town like a bullet. Ashley found herself clutching the hand grip so tight that her knuckles turned white.

"Becky, slow down. We are not late."

"I know. I just like to feel the power of this machine, don't you girlfriend?"

"It is a very nice car Becky," Ashley responded.

"Watch this"

With those words, she pressed the gas petal completely to the floor and the rear wheels squealed. The Mustang shot forward like a cannon ball. Becky eased her foot off the gas petal and slide the Mustang into a U turn. Pressing the gas again, she accelerated the car out of its fishtail. In moment later, they slipped into the parking lot.

It did not take long for the couple to find an empty parking spot. When they did finally pull into a spot, Ashley was glad. Even though Becky was a wonderful friend, Ashley had decided that she was a poor driver. Ashley made that deduction from both her personal observation and from the fact that she knew that Becky had received at least two moving violations in the past year. Ashley smiled to herself as she compared it to her own spotless driving record.

After the car had stopped, Ashley turned toward Becky. She found Becky staring straight ahead as if she was planning something. Becky and Ashley had been friends since middle school. There was one thing that Ashley had learned n those years and that was it was not wise to interrupt Becky's thoughts. So she waited. Suddenly Becky seemed to come out of her thoughtful trance and started twisting in her seat.

"What are you doing Becky?"

It was a wasted question. By the time, the last words had exited her mouth, Becky was slipping her panties off her high heel shoes. Ashley's mouth dropped open.

"You can't. Becky!!!! you can't do that."

"Why not?"

"It is not right. Becky, you are going to get us in so much trouble"

"No one will ever know Ashley. No one that is but me. Well and you now. Besides it makes me feel sexy. I want to feel sexy tonight."

"Come on Becky. Why would you want to go and do that?"

"I told you. It makes me feel sexy," Becky answered.

Ashley did not really understand that answer. It would make her feel uncomfortable and definitely not sexy.

"Come on Ashley. Let go have some fun"

Slowly she stepped out of the car. Ashley had this foreboding feeling that this was going to be a very embarrassing evening.. In fact, she wondered why she was even here. The wonder existed only for a moment. She remembered the answer very quickly. This was the social event of the year. Everyone was suppose to be here.

When the pair of ladies entered the entrance hallway, it was packed.. At the far end of the hallway, there were three sets of double doors each leading to a different room with a different sound. The far right had the sounds of country music. The far left was big band sound. The center door was echoing out the sound of rock and roll.

It was clear that Becky was wanting to get to the middle room. With the people standing so close together, it was slow going. Yet Becky had no problem pressing her way through the crowd. Each time that someone turned to tell her just how rude she was, she batted her eye lashes and smiled.

"Sorry. I'm just trying to...."

As Becky made her way through the crowd, she dragged Ashley behind her. They finally made it to the entrance of the rock and roll room. The music coming from the room was great.

As soon as they entered the room, Becky moved onto the dance floor raising her hands above her head and moving her hips to the music. The dance move pulled her top up showing even more of her tummy. Ashley was shocked and almost ashamed to be associated with her. She moved to the side of the dance floor and watched.

The dance floor was a jumbled pile of bodies all moving in different directions. Ashley usually loved to dance, but this was a little disorientating. Making her way to the punch table, she saw that the punch was her favorite, sherbet and sprite. She filled her cup and took a slow slip.

Suddenly, Becky appeared in front of her.

"Can you believe who is here?"

"Becky, wake up," Ashley answered. "Everyone is here."

"No girlfriend," Becky countered. "Sam Hunt is here. Look over there."

Becky pointed a long bony finger into the crowd. Appalled, Ashley yanked her arm down.

"Becky that is so rude."

After pulling Becky's arm down, Ashley looked up slowly. It did not take much effort to see the reason for the excitement. Sam Hunt had just entered the room through a private door.

It was easy to see why Mr. Hunt had been designated as the most eligible bachelor in town. He stood with a muscular six foot two inch frame draped in a custom tailored suit. His rugged face with a strong jaw line had given him the nickname among the press as the GQ man. Beside his looks, he was a self made millionaire and known for his cunning business deals. In fact, it was his deal that saved the Blue Jean plant from closing down, saving over fifteen hundred jobs. It made him an instant hero.

He entered the dance floor and started to move with the music.

"Oh my god. Oh I have got to have that. You watch, Ashley. I will show you how it is done."

Ashley hated it when Becky was so arrogant. However, she had to give it to her. She always seem to get what she targeted. This time she had her sights set on Sam Hunt and was making a direct charge toward his position.

Becky placed herself in his path and started dancing as if she had been there all the time. She had estimated his direction very well. In just a few minutes, Mr. Hunt started dancing through. Becky turned and dance with him. She locked her eyes into his and slide into her seductive dance. Ashley had to admit that Becky had the moves. Somehow, Becky could use her facial expression, hand movement, hip and shoulders to make herself into a most alluring creature that most men could not resist.

Sam Hunt did a couple of dance steps with her and move on. Becky stopped and glared after the man. She was not use to rejection, nor did she take it well. Ashley could tell from across the room that she was anger. When Becky did not get what she wanted, it was never good. Ashley was not looking forward to the ride back home.

While Becky was standing in the middle of the floor with her hands on her hips making no attempt to hide her feeling, Ashley watched the prestigious business man dancing his way across the floor. There was something about him that made him different. He moved with a confidence of a man who held real power. Power that was pure and unadulterated.

Continuing to slip her drink, she found herself watching his every move. Sam was a very definitely a gentleman of the highest caliber. He danced with every lady that approached him. It may be a couple of steps or a couple of minutes. However, he turned no one away.

The longer she watched him, the more intrigued she became with the man that she saw. Each lady was taking a slightly different approach to him. Some women would approach him with enormous energy shaking their whole body. Others women took the slow seductive approach and danced with their eyes half closed.. Another woman licked her lips and rubbed her hands all over her body.

From what Ashley could see, Mr. Hunt noted it all. Yet, nothing seem to affect him. He continued to dance through the crowds. Suddenly she realized that he had danced his way all the way across the floor and was walking her way. Standing next to the punch table, she realized that he was probably thirsty. She was directly in his path

Her little cocoon was disappearing. This quiet place in the shadows where she could watch and learn in safety. This spot where she could grow was changing. For when he approached her, she found herself in full view.

"Hello Miss," he said.

He grabbed a cup of punch and slowly sipped it. For the first time, Ashley realized that two other men were attached to Mr. Hunt. They had moved so carefully and blended so well that she had not even noticed them before. They took up positions five yards on either side of Mr. Hunt in a loose protection pattern.

"I like your bodyguards. It looks like they give you a lot of space," Ashley answered.

Ashley seemed to get his attention. He looked over the rim of his uplifted glass and connected with her eyes.

"You are very observant. Most people never know. Yes, they are very good at what they do."

He smiled at her. It was a warm and friendly smile that made Ashley feel like the most special person in the world. He had something about him for sure. It was not all money and power. There was something more, but Ashley could not identify it.

"They would have to be to keep up with you. I can't believe that they let you dance across the crowd like that?"

"Ah the lady has been watching me then?"

He smiled again. He continued his dialog.

"I was wondering if you were going to join in on the dance. I kept thinking that any minute you would finish up your drink and start dancing."

Ashley gasped. She struggled to ask the first question that came to mind.

"You were watching me? Since when?"

"Oh yes, Miss. I noticed you when I first came in. You are a very lovely lady. What is your favorite song?"

"I don't know. I like them all," Ashley answered.

"You know what I would like to hear. I sure wish they would play that Pretty Woman song. Who sings that do you know?" Mr, Hunt asked.

"I think his name was Roy or something wasn�t it?"

"Yea. You are right. My lady will you excuse me a second?"

Ashley was about to answer. However, when she turned Mr. Hunt was gone. One of his bodyguard was gone as well. The remaining bodyguard remained in place but with a different stance. He was no longer blending in and moving with the music. Instead, he stood alert and posed.

This world was foreign to Ashley. Yet, she felt very concerned over the situation. Just as she was about to walk over to the bodyguard and ask what was going on, Sam Hunt sprung into view. He was grinning with the excitement of a small boy on Christmas day. The missing bodyguard appeared right behind him. He was breathing a little heavy and had the same concerned look as his partner.

Seeing her concerned face and following her eyes to the bodyguards, Mr. Hunt grin.

"Never mind them Miss. They just get a little concerned when I do not follow the plan. My lady, I think you are a most beautiful woman. I would like to cordial invite you to join me for this dance. Would you do me the honors?"

Ashley stood stunned and breathless. Of course, she was going to dance with him. She had not even dare to dream of the possibility. Even as she had watched him with all the ladies, she had never anticipated this opportunity.

"Yes Sir. I would love to dance with you."

Just as Sam Hunt finished his statement, the music faded. The announcer voice came on.

:Ladies and Gentlemen, if I may have your attention. We have a very honored guest here tonight. Please welcome Sam Hunt the principle organizer for tonight's function."

A spotlight suddenly appeared and highlighted Sam and Ashley. Sam instantly smiled and raised a hand in greeting. Ashley felt the blinding brightness and the heat of the light. The experience was totally new. She did what came natural and smiled.

The announcer continued in a booming and excited voice.

"In honor of his lovely companion, the next dance will be to the music of Roy Orbison�s Pretty Woman."

The dancers all clapped a hardy thank you. After a few minutes, the spotlight turned off, and the disco ball started to turn. The music filled the room. The dancers returned to their partners.

"I saw your smile. It is the first one that I have seen on you all night. It looks good on you little Butterfly."

"That was quite the shock, Mr. Hunt," Ashley said.

"Sorry Miss, I didn't know he was going to do that. I hope it did not embarrass you too much. I was just hoping to get him to play a song for you."

Ashley smiled again.

Sam took her hand and pulled her out on the dance floor. Ashley felt a sense of wonder as she left her cocoon to spread her winds on the dance floor. This was a turning point for her life. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that her life would never be the same.

As her heart was practical pounding out of her chest, she had one nagging thought. Would Becky understand? She knew it was crazy. Here she was with the chance of lifetime and she was concerned with her friends well being. Desperately searching the field for Becky�s face, she was so excited to finally see her across the room.

As soon as she saw Becky�s face, she was relieved. Becky was watching her with the biggest smile. In one smooth motion, Becky gave Ashley a giant thumbs up signal like only Becky could. Ashley smiled and relaxed. Becky had a young man in tow that she was dragging back onto the dance floor.

With the last concern out of the way, Ashley looked up into his eyes. He had the deepest blue eyes that she had ever seen. They were so kind and compassionate. She could never imagine those eyes being anything but sweet and wonderful. Holding those eyes, she put her arms around his neck and started slow dancing with him. He responded by putting his arms around her waist.

His hand felt wonderful on her waist. It was so natural and comfortable. It was as if they belonged there. He slowly pulled her body closer. She did not resist. When he held her tight, she smiled. Moving in a slow sway, she let her head rest against his chest and listened to his heart beat.

The song seemed to be over in moments from the time it started. The music blended directly into the next song. The tempo speeded up. In a smooth move, Ashley slowly lifted her head and started to move back. With his hands on her hips, she started to move with the music. Looking directly into his eyes, she saw the flicker of excitement. She could hardly stand it. She moved her hips faster and faster.

For the rest of the evening, they danced each song. It was a night of wonder and romance. A few ladies tried to cut in, but he refused all other offers. Song after song, they touched hearts. Each dance seemed better than the last.

Finally, the last song played, It was a slow one. Ashley was almost in tears that it was over. She held him tightly trying to memorize every aspect of the dance to create that perfect memory. It was a moment that was both so wonderful and so sad. For in just minutes, the dance would be over, and he would be gone.

After the final note, she continued to hold him. She was afraid to let him go. He did not resist, but held her for several moments. She wondered if he sensed her emotions. When his head dipped to her and gently kissed her lips, she almost collapsed. Putting her arms around his neck, she returned the kiss.

After the kiss, his voice broke through the haze.

"You know this dancing has given me a big appetite. Would you like to go get something to eat?"

Looking up, his face was showing his boyish grin. She loved that smile.

"Yes, I would love to."

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