The club was busy this Saturday night. The lights were down, the DJ had club music fit for a strip club cranked. Two barely covered women did routines on the installed poles on either side of the floor. Couples moved and gyrated as one on the dance floor, some dressed in cocktail dresses and upscale shirts and slacks while others wore exotic lingerie that ensured Victoria had no secrets.
Eyes wide in excitement, she pulls his arm to signal she wants to say something. "I can't believe we're actually here! This is so crazy!" she exclaims.
He smiles and kisses her forehead, "Just wait until later, this is still tame. You look beautiful as always, it should be easy to pick up a second guy if you wanted to fulfill that fantasy of yours," he winks at her admiring her cleavage framed nicely in the button up deep purple satin shirt. He noticed she left the top couple buttons undone to expose her pale breasts but not too far as to seem slutty but enough to drive him wild.
Her head on a swivel and eyes like saucers, she constantly looks from side to side looking at several couples barely dressed lounging on a sofa engaged in casual conversation about giving blow jobs. Another group sits by the bar picking their next conquest, not for the night, but merely for a few minutes of diversion. A third group seems engrossed in kissing and groping each other, first one couple then the partners switch then genders switch.
"Why don't you find a comfortable seat for us and I'll get us some drinks?" he says kissing her quickly again and squeezing her hand before turning to head to the bar.
She gives his ass a quick squeeze as he turns causing him to jump in surprise but still turns to grin at his beautiful love. Her brown curly locks broken by one patch of blonde. Her skirt slender coming to her knees with the legs bare showing the curve of her calves in her CFM heels she barely tolerated wearing for a special occasion.
Smiling at him as he goes she finds a comfortable seat in the corner. Normally she would look for a quiet corner but on a night such as this, comfort is the best she could manage. The seat was in a dark corner that allowed her to watch him return carrying the beer. He was dressed up, at least for a club though he still looked a fish out of water in this setting, wearing a black dress shirt and grey slacks. She knows he loves her, and she smiles to herself at how she is going to drive him crazy with lust tonight.
Music is playing loudly but neither particularly care, it's just a setting for an intensely sex-charged atmosphere. They people watch, taking in the scene around them laughing and flirting with each other and drinking. Taking breaks to gaze in each other's eyes and kissing, softly at first but as the alcohol flows, their kissing grows more passionate, the hands wander and begin exploring each other completely oblivious to anyone around them.
She sidles up closer to him, sliding her hand up his thigh. "Hmm, is that all for me?" she purrs stroking his hardness through his pants causing him to squirm.
"Do you really need to ask?" he whispers back in her ear, kissing her neck and cupping one of her breasts.
"No, but, I don't think you're ready just yet..." she breathes in his ear, nibbling his lobe.
"I love when you do that. You know it drives me crazy," he says.
Her green eyes flash, "Why do you think I do it Sweetheart?"
He tries to slide his hand up her skirt but she giggles stops him. "Unh uh, not here naughty boy."
"I want you," he breathes. "I need you like air."
"Do you now? Show me," she says eyes full of lust.
He grabs her arm, pulls her out of the chair, forcefully but without intent to harm. Taking her hand in his, they cross the dance floor towards the rooms, his long strides leading her at a mismatched gait to keep up. The music quiets but is still present. The loud bass now replaced with the rhythmic thump of mattresses hitting the wall, pleasured moans and skin slapping against sweaty skin joining into a new cacophony of sound.
The first few rooms are occupied, some with the door closed, some with the couples openly and joyously engaging in various sex acts for all to see. He comes to an empty room. He briefly notes the black sheets are fresh and the room painted deep red. In one move he pulls her into the room, pinning her to the wall with one arm and shutting the door with the other.
Surprised and out of breath she flips her heels off. He kisses her deeply, grabbing her hips and squeezing her ass, hard. His hands run over her body, smelling her hair, feeling her curves and softness. His cock bulging through his pants straining to be free.
"I said I needed you and I will take you, here and now," he growled grabbing a handful of hair to bend her neck so he could kiss her neck working his way down to her chest.
"Yes, now you want me. Fuck me. Now. Show me how hard you love me," she pants back.
Spinning her around, her back pressing into him, he grabs her shirt and begins trying to unbutton it. Grunting in frustration he grabs her hip and pulls her into himself tighter, pressing into her, pinning her to the wall while still fumbling with her shirt as a button pops off. Her perfume filling his senses Forcing reason away and filling the void with uncontrolled lust, he kisses and nibbles the back of her neck. All sense of reason gone, he pulls her shirt off popping the rest of the buttons off her blouse.
Grabbing her breast, now only covered by a black bra, she leans her head back on his shoulder giving a small moan feeling the warmth of her hands cup the sensitive skin. His hands slide down to her waist and find the zipper of her skirt. He quickly unzips it allowing it to fall to the floor exposing more of her flesh. Her mound covered by a matching black g-string.
"Get on the bed," he whispers, struggling to control his appetite for her.
