Author's Note:
This is a single chapter story in my 'Pandora's Box' series. The main sexual themes of the series are breeding, impregnation, and pregnancy risk. Although this episode can be read as a standalone, it contains narrative threads that continue from my previous stories. A full list of entries and the chronological order to read them in can be found in my bio for those interested.
Comments and feedback are encouraged as always, and I hope you enjoy!
The Birthday Girl -- Part One
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANI!" The girl's voices all rang out in chorus, clinking their glasses together and drowning out the relentless beat of the nightclub's speakers with their shouting and gleeful laughter.
"Thanks ladies," Daniella Cruz giggled with an excited sip of her fruity cocktail. Cool and perfectly refreshing, the liquid glided down her throat with ease, and she ended up gulping a little more than anticipated. Not that she was in any danger of running out tonight.
All the stops had been pulled out. Dani and her friends -- a flock of a dozen gorgeous college girls -- were seated at a comfortable booth in Artemis, the newest and hottest venue for dancing, drinking, and hook-ups in all of Riviera City. It was Friday night, and the atmosphere of the club crackled with electricity, uninhibited and coiled like a spring. Tensions ran high as guys and girls cast lustful eyes over each other, knowing how many ways there were for the night to end. A tropical heat bore down upon the city, holding it hostage until a supposedly imminent rainstorm could relieve it... a rainstorm that had failed to show for three days now, and counting.
In the meantime, the sun was still shining, the clouds were still non-existent, and the ceaseless heat visited a hazy, libidinous energy upon the vast metropolis, permeating the occupants of Artemis on that very night. The evening air was tinged with a salty sea breeze as the sun set and bright blue skies turned to twilight, taking the edge off the savage humidity. As far as Dani was concerned, no better night for her birthday celebration was possible.
"So, what do you think? Did I smash it or what?" The light and confident voice came from Martine Ruiz, a feisty and alluring blonde sat to Dani's immediate right. She had, in a flurry of expert organisation that was completely uncharacteristic, planned and executed almost the entire night -- Dani's only contribution had been to pick the venue.
"Girl, I love it! You killed it!" Dani said, holding her arms out and giving her best friend a squeezing hug. "Seriously, thank you so much for organising this! Tonight's gonna be such a blast!"
"Photo time!" The shout came from further down the table as Alexandra, a heart-faced platinum blonde, pulled out her phone and gestured for all the girls to stand. "C'mon girls, squeeze together!"
The girls lined up in a row in front of their table with Dani in the middle as Alexandra handed her phone to a staff member and ran back to join them. Several photos were snapped as the students posed provocatively with pouting lips and jutting chests, and Dani made sure to give Martine a little peck on the cheek in further gratitude. Once Alex's phone was returned to her, they gathered around in a preening mass, eager for the self-validation that only nightclub exhibitionism could provide.
"Dani, you look so good!" gushed Tabitha, a dark-skinned beauty with smoky eyes and glossy long hair. "How do you look so good all the time?" The compliment came from a place of admiration, yet the jealous twinge to her tone was obvious.
"That's nothing," said Martine. "The real kicker is when she shows up to morning lectures in sweatpants with no makeup and messy hair. And the boys
still
can't keep their eyes off her."
"What can I say, it's such a hard life being me," Dani smirked. "Alex, can you airdrop that photo to me?" She was in complete agreement with Tabitha -- she looked incredible, and that picture was destined to go straight on her Instagram. But then, looking totally drop-dead gorgeous had been first on her list of priorities that night.
Dani's revealing outfit choice had been very deliberate. Her perky, mouth-wateringly large breasts pressed aggressively against her favourite black tube top, low cut and cropped with her slender and sculpted midriff bared beneath. Her round bubble butt was squeezed into a colour-matching low-rise micro miniskirt, the fabric clinging firmly to the curve of her toned buttocks and broadness of her wide hips. Below the hem of her skirt -- which was so high and tight it seemed in constant danger of riding up and betraying how little she wore underneath -- were a pair of taut and athletic thighs, the crown atop a pair of elegantly long legs encased in black, knee-high, heeled boots.
As if her body wasn't perfect enough, Dani's angelic looks were the final blessing she needed to mould almost anyone into putty in the palm of her hand. Her wide, smouldering hazel eyes had ensnared many a man before even her generous tits had, and her cute button nose and sultry, full lips were similarly lethal to virtually anyone who had a pulse. An enviable mane of thick, lustrous chestnut hair flowed down her back as far as her elbows, and a final light whisp of makeup was all that was necessary to enhance her already dazzling natural features to supermodel-esque levels.
Dani knew exactly how hot and slutty the outfit made her look. She knew exactly how much of an invitation it was to be ogled and admired, even more so than usual. But it was, after all, only fitting that she was a complete and total smokeshow for her 21st birthday.
As the girls took back their seats around the table, a pretty green-eyed brunette with long, straight hair seated herself on Dani's other side. Sofia Baker was, along with Martine, one of Dani's best friends, and yet she had become a bit of an outsider in the wider friend group ever since dropping out of college over a year prior. The reason for her decision -- an unplanned pregnancy -- had only further complicated things, although Dani and Martine did their best to keep her as involved as possible.
"So, how was Barcelona?" Sofia asked, leaning forward with interest. "The tans are looking fierce!"
"It was incredible," Martine interjected before Dani could respond. "We went to this beach party on Friday. Then this boat party on Saturday! And Dani got off with Pico!" She spoke the final sentence with teasing relish.
"Pico?" Sofia asked.
"He was just some guy," Dani said as a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"She's being modest," Martine said. "He was the sexiest, most handsomest hunk of a Spaniard you'll ever meet in your life!"
Dani started to laugh at the memory and put on an exaggerated accent as she imitated her Iberian lover. "
Daniella, you are my, ahhhh, bee-yootiful rose.
"
"Did you two do anything cultural there at all?" Sofia smirked, taking a sip of Moscato from her flute.
"The only thing Dani did was Pico," Martine quipped, unable to pass up the opportunity.
"Shut up," Dani said, giving her the finger. "It's not like you weren't off having your own fun." She turned to Sofia in an attempt to take the conversation in a less lewd direction. "Pico did teach me some Spanish."
"He sure did," Martine chuckled, before putting on her own accent. "
Si, si, si, si! Oh! Dios mio-
