| clubs are the easiest places to pick up. i have one club in particular i like to go to when i’ve a single thought in my head, but this one isn’t it. in fact i’ve only been here once before. it’s not my usual kind of place; it’s a little too mainstream. but i’m out with my girlfriends and they suggested it, so i’m tagging along. i’m sure the last time i was here the music was awful, but tonight the dj’s pulling out some deep tribal stuff and there’s a good crowd on the dance floor. i buy myself a vodka and lean against the bar to scope the place out. i didn’t come out tonight with the intention of scoring, but since i’m here there’s no harm in looking. there’s a scandinavian blond checking me out from the other side of the bar, but he’s too tall and too stiff-looking. a neo-goth gives me the once-over, but i don’t fancy a man in more makeup than i’m wearing tonight. there are a couple of other reasonable prospects, but nothing heart-fluttering. that is, until i see him. he’s just coming off the dance floor and he’s obviously been at it for awhile; his dark hair is wet with sweat and his shirt’s off, broad shoulders glistening. i check out the breadth of the chest, the wide white grin, the narrow hips, and lust tugs strongly in my belly. i’m about to put down my drink and step towards him when he turns, and i realise he’s hand-in-hand with a small dark girl. i watch them for a couple of minutes to be certain they’re a couple and then turn away, disappointed; maybe tonight’s not my lucky night. i decide to join my girlfriends on the dance floor. i’m shaking my hips to the music with my arms above my head when i feel a hand brush against my butt. you collide with people all the time on the dance floor, so i think nothing of it; until the hand returns. this time it‘s less of a brush and more of a grope. not enough to be certain it’s intentional, though, so i keep dancing and wait. the hand slides over the curve of my ass and this time there’s a definite intent. i wonder briefly if it’s the blond or the goth, then reject the idea; neither looked capable of persistence. should i turn around and see? no; i think i’ll prolong the mystery a little longer. there are two hands, now, holding my hips from behind, moving me into rhythm. i cast a sidelong glance at the hands and see that they’re strong and brown and unadorned. he’s pulling me into contact with his body now; my back in my skimpy singlet top meets his chest and i realise he’s not wearing a shirt. could it be him? but where’s the girlfriend? and then she dances into my view, all slender shimmying hips and long black hair and lush pink lips. she’s absolutely gorgeous, with her knee-high boots and creamy skin in a little black dress. and she dances right up to me and puts her arms around my hips and grinds her perfumed body against me as her boyfriend pushes against me from behind. i start to grin. looks like it’s my lucky night, after all. her name’s alicia and her boyfriend is max, she tells me, raising her voice over the music, her cushiony lips against my ear. i tell her my name and we exchange enough details to satisfy propriety, and then she gasps ‘i love this song!’ and raises her arms above her head and pushes her hips into mine, and i figure what the hell, so i loop my arms about her waist and bring my face close to hers and kiss those luscious lips. girls kiss so differently from men, with their softness and their sighs and their scented skin. i lick delicately at alicia’s lips, dipping my tongue into her mouth, nibbling her fleshy lower lip. she sighs and winds her arms around my neck. her breasts press against mine and i feel a throb between my legs. behind me, max skims his hands along my waist, curving round to cup my breasts. alicia’s pressed so close that his knuckles rub against her nipples. she shivers and sucks my lower lip into her mouth, one hand sliding down my belly and worming its way under my singlet. max moves one hand under my top, helping alicia push it upward, both their hands on my naked skin. then his other hand slides flat along my belly, underneath the waistband of my skirt and inside my panties. i am soaking wet and gasping for breath. i glance around and see faces turned toward us; we’re attracting some attention, all right. my girlfriends must be watching this too but i so don’t care. i’m hot as hell for this delicious couple and i’m going to see this through to the end. max drops his head, breathing hotly against my neck. he presses his thumb on my clit and curls his fingers inside me and i gasp and thrust my hips into alicia’s. in answer she twists my nipple between her fingers, raising her wrist so my singlet top’s pushed up over my breasts. i reach round and slide my hands up her thighs under her skirt. she’s wearing the flimsiest of g-strings. i brush my fingers across her cunt and she groans and chews on my lower lip. i break away and twist my head round to see max and his mouth comes down hard on mine, sucking and biting, devouring my mouth. my body’s arched and twisted and my breasts are completely exposed and anyone can see that max has his hands down my skirt and i’m sliding my hands inside alicia’s thighs and stroking her hot moist cunt. max’s cock is pushing hard against my ass and we’re grinding together, and i’m feeling alicia quiver and then max pushes a finger into my ass and i can’t stop myself coming. they hold me close and tight while i come down from my high, and then the touching and stroking begins again. this time max turns me gently around so i’m facing him with my back to alicia. she puts her arms around me from behind, caressing my breasts and belly. he’s not too tall and i’m wearing stilettoes, so when we’re dancing i feel his cock pressing nicely against my mound, just above my clit. involuntarily i tilt my hips to increase the contact and max moans into my mouth. it feels so strange and so erotic standing almost naked in a club, my nipples pressed to a strange man’s naked chest, a pretty girl’s arms and legs wrapped around me, with people all around watching us and getting off on our show. it seems to be alicia’s mission to get me naked in this club tonight. she eases my denim skirt up over my hips, then pushes her hands up underneath and drags down my knickers. i feel cool air on my swollen clitoris and my panties drop to my ankles. jesus christ, i can’t believe i’m letting this happen to me. over max’s shoulder i catch a glimpse of my friend’s face; she’s staring at me like she doesn’t know who i am. i couldn’t care less. i’m in sexual thrall and if every person in the club wanted to lay their hands or their mouths on me or push their fingers or their cocks inside me i’d be fine with that. i turn back to max and push my hands between us, unbuttoning his jeans. i have to have him inside me now. i pull out his cock. it’s long and thick and straight, and i’m so happy to see it that i drop to my knees and suck him into my mouth. over my head max and alicia kiss. he has one hand reaching inside alicia’s dress and the other buried tightly in my hair, guiding me where he wants my mouth to go. i swirl my tongue round his length, sucking his balls into my throat, licking down to his asshole, thrusting my tongue inside him. i want to be dirty and i can’t get enough. max drags me to my feet with his hand in my hair and lifts me by the hips, alicia holding me from behind, then settles me onto his long, hard cock. as i sink all the way down and feel him filling me up i can’t help crying out. we’ve quite an audience by now and i’m amazed security hasn’t stepped in. max thrusts slowly once, twice, and then moves into a rhythm that leaves me breathless. alicia’s hands are everywhere, squeezing my nipples, stroking max’s cock, sliding over my clit. in record time i climax again. and that’s when the bouncers show up and drag the three of us, half-dressed and reeling with lust, out into the street. and maybe we find a seedy hotel where you rent rooms by the hour, or maybe we call it a night, because without an audience it’s not the same. as you’re the audience, the choice is yours. |
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