New story, don't kill me for not updating my other ones. Serious writer's block. Anyway...

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Ch. 1

So many girls in here, where do I begin?

I seen this one, I'm bout to go in

Then she said, I'm here with my friends

She got me thinking and that's when I said

Where dem girls at, girls at?

Where dem girls at, girls at?

Where dem girls at, girls at?

So go get them, we can all be friends

He kept moving his body to the beat, the girl in front of him, grinding on him. "You're an awesome dancer," she said seductively. He smirked down at her. "Not too bad yourself," he said, eyeing the way her hips moved. She giggled, flirtatiously. Her hips started moving faster to the new beat of the new song. His body started vibrating the beat, letting it flow through his movements. The strobe lights exhilarated him. The big crowd of people surrounded him as he did multiple flips, turns, and hip hop moves that moved his hips, feet, arms and middle area. People started cheering for him. He kept dancing, the whole world disappearing in his head, leaving only him, the music and the dance floor. He moved his feet to the beat, before jumping up in a back flip. He looked up as everyone started clapping around him. He smirked and bowed. The girl he was dancing with shimmed up to him. "What's your name, sexy stranger," she asked seductively.

"Sonic. Sonic the hedgehog," he replied.

"Sally Acorn at your service, Mr. Hedgehog," she said, her fingers looping around the belt hoops on his jeans, tugging him closer to her. His hands gripped her waist, before moving down to do a quick caress to her thighs. She smiled. "I have an apartment not too far from here, wanna take a trip," she asked. He smirked.

"Of course."

X

I walked into the building. I nodded to the sexy secretary at the front desk. The beige and yellow hedgecat smirked and sneaked a wink at me. "Morning Mr. Hedgehog," she said.

"Morning Ms. Thomas," I said, checking her out. I kept walking down the hall to the elevator, smirking and winking at all the hot girls who passed me that smiled flirtatiously at me. I rode the elevator up to my office. When I entered, my assistant and secretary jumped right on me.

"You're late again Mr. Hedgehog," she said, glaring and trying to keep up with my walking.

"Sorry, but I had a crazy night," I said. She raised an eyebrow.

"What could you possibly be doing on a Thursday night?"

"A lot," I said, sitting down at my desk. "Alright, what are we doing today?"

"Talking to a client." I picked up the folder on my desk.

"Sasha Evans," I said, reading the paper.

"Yes, she needs to talk to you about maybe being the lawyer for her mother."

"Okay, where is she?"

"She should be here soon." Her phone rang. "Hello… Okay, send her up," she said before hanging up her Bluetooth. "Well Sonic, you're tardiness made her early for you." I rolled my eyes.

"Being tardy is a bad habit I know, but I do have things to take care of. I am a very busy man."

"You're 22, Sonic, I'm surprised you're so successful now when you've barely lived."

"Well I always take my work seriously, B, even you should know that."

"In grade school and in high school, you sure didn't take your work seriously." I choked a laugh.

"I was a kid, had to be a kid." A knock rang at my door. Blaze looked to me before going over to open it. I stood up and followed her. She opened the door to reveal a beautiful light blue hedgehog with short wavy hair that she had pulled up in a ponytail with a side bang, blue emerald eyes, plump glossy lips, with the figure of an hourglass, visible in her fitted green business dress. I managed to keep my mouth from dropping to the floor. She smiled at me and held out her hand. "Mr. Hedgehog, such a pleasure to meet you," she said, her voice like the sound of an angel. I shook her hand, smiling back.

"Same to you. Please come in," I said, moving aside so she could step in. I looked at Blaze. "She's hot," I whispered to her.

"She's business," she whispered back, closing the door. I followed Sasha up to my desk.

"Please take a seat," I said, motioning to one of the comfy arm chairs in front of my desk.

"Thanks," she said, sitting down. I sat down behind my desk.

"So, what can I do for you Ms. Evans?"

"Um, my mom, she needs help."

"Help we can provide. Anything you wanna tell me that can give me a better understanding of what I'm proposing in court?"

"I want a restraining order, the money to pay back everything stolen or broken, I want them in jail for breaking and entering and for physical harassment, for murder, and I would like a Coach bag but I don't think you can get that for me, can you Mr. Hedgehog," she joked, smiling. I smiled.

"Everything I can do, maybe even the Coach bag."

"Whoa, it's my lucky day."

"Yes it is. So, the file said that your mother and yourself have been harassed by these hoodlums for a while."

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"About eight years." I dotted that down.

"What kind of behavior has been put into this harassment?"

"Well it was usually stalking the first few years. Some mishaps with my friends when I wasn't there, some fights with my guy friends, some of my friends have even been killed by these people. These past five years, they've been actively harassing me and my mom. They've been getting undercover people to date my mom and they've been just disturbing me."

"And you claimed they broke into your house?"

"Yes, we have a small townhouse in the city and they broke in, stole a few cherished items, broke a lot of things, and completely messed up our house."

"Well Ms. Evans, this is all things that we can possibly work with to back up what you want. Anything else? You mentioned murder?"

"Yes, they killed my uncle in the middle these eight years leaving a note that my mother and I could be next."

"When was this?"

"I was junior in high school."

"How come you never came to the police before?"

"I was scared and young so I didn't think the police would believe me. But I'm older now, stronger. I know what I'm doing." I smiled and nodded.

"Good." I looked at Blaze. "Ms. Cat, can you please run these forms past to the jury," I said holding up the folder. She took it.

"Of course, sir. I'll be right back," she said before walking off. Sasha smiled at me.

"For a lawyer you seem pretty young, how old are you?"

"22, how old are you?"

"22. Wow, you are so successful. I wish I could make it as far as you're getting."

"It wasn't easy, trust me." She smiled wider.

"Wanna go out sometime?"

"Sure, I'm free tonight. Give me the address and number and I'll pick you up at 8."

X

I continued making out with Sasha. The club was poppin tonight. Then again it was Friday and I already had a girl to top the night off with. Of course things were gonna be poppin in my mind. Sasha pulled away and smiled a tipsy seductive smile at me. "When are we gonna get out of here," she asked.

"When it ends, we still gotta have some more fun babe," I said, rubbing her arm. She giggled. She looked over her shoulder when he name was called.

"Oh, it's my friends. I'll be right back, don't go solve any cases without me," she said. I pecked her lips.

"I won't." She smiled wider at me before walking off into the crowd where her friends were. I nodded my head to the beat of the song. Suddenly they changed the song. The beat was still pop though. I got up and started walking to where everyone was crowding around. I tried to cut through the crowd that was also making its way to the grouping. I cut through the crowd after a while to see a sexy pink hedgehog dancing. She dropped it to the floor, rolling her hips as she bought it back up. As the music slowed, she let the beats smooth through her body. As soon as the music sped up, so did her hip movement. She moved so efficient, even whipping her long hair a few times. She crossed her arms and tilted her head as she spun, stopping when she was facing me. Her jade eyes seemed fierce but also curious as she looked at me. She curled her finger and moved her hips and stomach up and down, motioning me to join her. I smirked and slid down on my leg to her. I flipped up backwards, spreading my legs and rolling on my head. I got to my feet and started moving my body to the new music. I let the rhythm control my body, moving up to her. Her hips started to move in sync with mine. I started doing more complicated moves with my feet and arms.

If you go hard you gotta get on the floor

If you're a party freak then step on the floor

If you're an animal then tear up the floor

Break a sweat on the floor

Yeah we work on the floor

Don't stop keep it moving

Put your drinks up

Pick your body up and drop it on the floor

Let the rhythm change your world on the floor

You know we're running sh*t tonight on the floor

Brazil Morocco

London to Ibiza

Straight to LA, New York

Vegas to Africa

The girl managed to keep up with my moves, making up sexy sensual moves to work with mine. She slid on her knees to me as the music got slow. She rolled her body as she moved up onto me. I could only watch her as she moved her hips around me. I missed my que as the music returned to its normal fast pace. The next verse came on and I started moving again, following her and making movements as the guy to seduce the girl. She started popping it on me, surprising me after smirking seductively at me. I suddenly couldn't move, I could only let her work her hips and feet around me. She moved like a dance goddess. I had to have her. When the song ended, everyone clapped. The girl smiled at me, slyly. "You got moves…well you did before I took you over," she said, a slight Spanish and hood accent in her voice. I scoffed.

"You did not take me over, you just caught me off guard." She rolled her eyes.

"If you wanna think so," she turned to walk away.

"Hey," I said, running in front of her. She raised an eyebrow. I looked her up and down. She had an hourglass figure but a fitter version, not just a skinny girl. She looked curvier than any other girl I'd met. She was wearing a red and white striped shirt that stopped a little above her pierced bellybutton, showing a little bit of her small flat stomach, jean booty shorts, which complimented her thick long legs, and a pair of red and white DC's. Her hair was wavy with red hair extensions in it, all her hair falling down her back. She had red cherry body jewelry as her belly button piercing as well as a red rose tattoo on her side. When she was turned around, the word "Independent" was tattooed on her lower back before her waist in black cursive. She put her hand on her hip. "You want somethin," she asked, seeming annoyed.

"Sorry, you're just-"

"A great dancer, I know, thanks."

"Well you are but that's not what I meant. I meant that you're really sexy." She raised both her eyebrows.

"Excuse me?"

"Whoa, not in a bad way, I'm just sayin," I said, putting my hands up. Her eyebrows lowered, as did her hand which I think she was going to slap me with. "What's your name anyway?" She crossed her arms.

"What's it to ya?"

"Mine is Sonic, if that helps." She looked me up and down.

"Sonic the Hedgehog?"

"Yup."

"So you're the fancy lawyer by day and sexy party dancer at night," she said, starting to circle around me.

"Yea, that's me. Only known as one or the other by some people." I felt her hands on my hips from behind me.

"The one who sleeps with a different girl almost every night too?"

"Yea, I use protection though, unlike some of these idiots out here and it's not every night. It just seems like it." She giggled. She walked back to in front of me.

"The name's Amy Rose."

"Rose? You're one of Antonio's daughters?"

"Sadly yes, but you've probably heard of the rebel daughter, haven't you?"

"No, they only mentioned Rosy." She looked disappointed for a split second, but her "I don't care" front came back quickly.

"Whatever, we gotta get one thing straight pretty boy."

"Pretty boy? Naw, you call me Sonic, got me?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Pretty boy, this is what's goin happen. You goin go on with your fancy suits and petty little girls and I'll mind my business doin what I do best: dance. And you goin leave me alone. You feel me?"

"Naw I don't think I do. What I ever do to you? Why I gotta leave you alone? I don't even know you like that yet."

"And I don't want you to know me."

"What's ya problem? We danced together, you very persuasively, and now you tellin me we can't be friends."

"Sure, we danced together, that don't mean I wanna know you. I got dance-ar, okay? You seemed like a good dancer so I pulled you out. What you even doin on this side of town anyway? Go back to ya little rich people. Like you got time for us hood folks."

"Amy, why you bein like this to me? We ain't got anything against each other."

"No, we don't, but I have something to be angry about with ya kind." She looked over at Sasha who was trying to get me attention as she was walking over. "Go get ya tipsy girlfriend before she pass out on somebody. I don't wanna have to clean her up when this place close," she said before walking past me. Sasha reached me and put her arms around me.

"I saw you dancing, you looked so sexy," she said, giggling.

"Yea, c'mon let's get you home," I said, holding her steady.

Amy was the only thing on my mind that night. I wondered why she was so different to me. How her dance moves mesmerized me almost as much as her eyes did. I wondered why she was the only girl that I couldn't forget about.

This story is actually a lil different from my usual stuff so don't kill me bout not be so specific bout the dance moves. The 1st song was David Guetta "Where them girls at" and the second song was Jennifer Lopez "On the floor".

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