"No," Don laughed. "Go, have fun! I think I'd like to check out the Jungle Room. Keep an eye on each other, though. Why don't we all meet back here in the morning?"
Soon the five women made their way through the resort to the large building identified as "Ladies Nite". Although the name's spelling perhaps suggested a tackier establishment, it was actually a very large mansion with a lovely park surrounding it. Liu led them directly to the front door where the five naked women entered without any sign of a bouncer. Tascha found herself wondering why the men didn't try to slip in here.
They found themselves in a very large hall lit by candles -- hundreds of candles. The carpet and dark, wood paneling reminded Tascha of the Manor bedroom where she and Don had first awakened together. There were many soft chairs and couches arranged about the room, and women lounged on the furniture or moved among it. There was soft, lush music playing in the background. As the group made their way into the club, they saw women in various degrees of undress (tending toward nudity) talking, kissing, caressing... but there was very little full-blown sex going on. Tascha found herself once again wishing that Sarah was here, not only to be sharing all of these wild adventures, but just to be holding her hand right now. Liu led them through this hall until she came to a winding stairwell opposite the entrance. As they climbed upward, they became aware of dance music being played above them. They came to a small foyer at the landing for the second floor, and Liu paused before a large pair of double doors. She smiled at the others and said, "This is the dance floor."
The petite woman pushed the doors open and they saw a wide dance floor lit with various colored lights and somewhat crowded with feminine bodies moving in time to the music. This disco was better lit than the Manor's, and there was no pit of XYZ-smoke. Also, the music was a sexy jazz-fusion variety. Tascha found herself immediately responding to the rhythm and atmosphere. Moving with the rest of the girls, she headed out onto the dance floor.
Liu and Amy paired off and then Shelonda and Nicole drew Tascha with them into a bumping, grinding and groping dance. Tascha's hands moved over their smooth, soft, dark skin, caressing their curves and stroking their fit muscles, all while their hands did the same. Letting the rhythm move her body, Tascha enjoyed the playful petting and the occasional kisses from her two playmates. She laughed as the two girls ganged up on her, each kissing a side of her neck as their hands moved over her body, squeezing her butt and pinching her nipples. Meanwhile her own hands were busy, gripping their firm asses tightly and pulling them closely to her.
A different song brought a faster rhythm and their little knot of foreplay loosened and began to include other dancers. For a while Tascha just let herself go, enjoying the intoxicating rush of dancing in a mob of sexy, almost entirely naked, women. Her body was rubbing against others indiscriminately. At one moment her butt was being caressed and rubbed, though she had no idea who was doing it, and at another her nipples were rubbing against the back of a woman pressed against her. The next song shifted the tempo down a bit, and Tascha found herself face to face with a striking woman with brown skin and thick black hair brushing her shoulders. This woman, who Tascha thought must be Latina, smiled at her warmly and put her hands on Tascha's waist, drawing her close. Tascha slipped her hands around the woman's neck and felt her full, warm breasts pressed against Tascha's. They moved there, swaying together, smiling and looking into each other's eyes. When the tempo shifted up again and the rest of the crowd responded enthusiastically, the pretty woman paused long enough to lean in and give Tascha an all too fleeting kiss. Then Tascha was again bouncing and writhing in the small sea of naked women.
The next time she found herself dancing with just one person, it was a lively young woman with wildly messy short dark blonde hair, a taut athletic body, medium-sized tits, long muscular legs and a spectacular ass. This enthusiastic creature started off by grabbing Tascha and kissing her hard. Then the two women proceeded to dance energetically together, frequently humping each other's thighs as they made out. When the girl made to move away it was Tascha's turn to grab her and pull her back, kissing her hard then biting her lip. The girl laughed and proceeded to squeeze and knead Tascha's ass in her hands. Tascha on the other hand slipped her hand down between the two of them and pushed her fingers up between the girl's legs. As Tascha's fingers slipped up into the girl's tight, very wet pussy, Tascha pulled the girl's head to her own and kissed her passionately. Following Tascha's lead, the girl moved her own hand down to Tascha's crotch. The two women made out there in the middle of the dance floor, hardly dancing at all, while their fingers moved in and out of their wet pussies, palms pressed against the other's clit. It didn't take long before Tascha was gasping and shuddering as her first orgasm of the evening tore through her there on the dance floor. She bit the girl's poor tongue some as her body clenched, but the girl didn't seem to notice or care as her own orgasm was crashing in on her too. As they slowly came to their senses, leaning there against each other on the dance floor, they laughed, kissed and gradually got back into the dance. When the tempo shifted up yet again, they parted and didn't see each other again.
After about an hour more of this, Tascha decided to take a break from the heady spirit of the dance. She made her way to the edge of the dance floor and, for the first time, took a look around at the rest of the room. She saw that there was a balcony running around the whole of the dance floor where there seemed to be seating. Tascha found a coiling stairwell and climbed up to this new balcony area. She was surprised to find that it was quite a bit bigger than she had expected. While there were comfortable couches arranged around the balcony so that people could look down on the dance floor, there were also intimate booths all around the outer edge of the balcony. There were many women, in pairs and more, enjoying these booths. Still, there was more; every few booths there were stairs leading up to another level, above and behind the booths. This upper level seemed to consist of what would be tents if they weren't made of sheer, see-through fabric. Inside the tents were sumptuous pillows, apparently of silk. Even from where she was Tascha could see quite a few women enjoying these comfortable little tents.
Then, Tascha noticed that there were scantily clad women moving about with trays of fruit and water. Moving quickly, Tascha snagged a glass of water and downed it at once, managing to replace the glass on the same tray. She also scored a small bunch of grapes, which she began to eat as she started to look around a bit more.
She paused in front of a booth that was occupied by four women engaged in a nicely complicated bit of play. The vision of feminine flesh, flexing muscles, long legs and arms, and heaving breasts was quite inviting. Tascha considered making it a fivesome, but decided to move along for now. After all, she still had grapes to finish.
Out of the corner of her eye, Tascha saw a glimpse of black. Turning her head she saw what was now the not-entirely-unexpected shape of a black robed figure watching the goings on in the club. Though she had no idea what she would do if she managed to actually confront the watcher, Tascha began to move around toward the mysterious figure. She wasn't surprised, though, when, after rounding a corner, there was no sign of the watcher. She persisted, though, and came to the place where the robed figure had been standing. Looking around, she couldn't find any evidence that there had ever been any such person there. There were a couple of women making out on a couch right next to her, but Tascha doubted that they would have noticed a rhinoceros standing there. To the left there was a quartet of women, in two couples, who were similarly engaged.
Tascha sighed to herself and turned back to the balcony and looked down over the dance floor, which now seemed more crowded than when she and her friends had come into the club. She again found herself thinking about Sarah, wishing she had come with her to Eros. Tascha remembered the last time they had gone out dancing; it seemed like so very long ago. Even before Eros, it had been a long while since the two of them had gone out and thrown themselves into anything as exuberant as a night of dancing. She realized now that she had been missing this very much. Over time, everyday life and the realities of cohabitating with another person had a way of crowding out the spontaneous, sexy playful of a happy, loving couple. Mundane reality distracted you and lulled you into a routine. This wasn't news to Tascha, but she had now discovered a new determination to fight back against the boring and mundane. When she got back to Sarah, she would make sure they got out of their rut and stayed out of it. Tascha looked down at the mob of sexy women dancing there and thought,
God, I miss her so much!
Then Tascha spotted Shelonda at the edge of the crowd. She was dancing with a sexy little redhead. Tascha watched as the redhead pulled Shelonda away from the dancing and toward a pair of double doors Tascha hadn't noticed before. When the two girls went through, Tascha's curiosity impelled her back to the coiling stairs and down. She skirted the dance floor and came to the doors Shelonda had gone through. The doors opened easily, and Tascha found herself moving down a deeply carpeted hallway, very much reminiscent of the Manor. At the end of the hallway was a broad stair case leading back down to the main floor. There Tascha found another set of double doors. Before opening the doors, though, she noticed a large mirror mounted on the wall.
Tascha paused to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a bit of a mess from dancing, and generally not caring much about it lately. She moved closer to get a better look, and noticed that she looked healthy and flush, again, no doubt, from the dancing. Her eyes moved lower and noticed that she was looking very good. Her normally trim body was now firm and taut with well-defined musculature, without being what she would think of as muscular. Her hands moved over her flat belly and then she turned to look at her butt. She had always thought she had a nice rear end, but it was now very nice indeed -- tight and shapely. Similarly her legs looked great! Even her breasts seemed a bit firmer, and fuller. It was as if her only body fat was now in her tits. There still wasn't an awful lot of it there, either, but she thought it looked very good.
