Our evening out together starts when you come to my door and knock gently, calling me to open it and allow you entrance. I open the door and invite you in. You walk forward, coming through the doorway and walk past me. You look me over from head to toe and notice my short black skirt and tight black button up top, then lean forward to kiss my cheek. You walk over to the couch and sit down as I close the door.
I run to grab a jacket and purse and then come back out into the living room. You stand up and take my arm in yours. We head towards the door and then out to the car.
We drive up to a new club that opened about a week ago. The place seems to be swarming with people already and as we walk towards the door, you talk with the bouncer a moment. I can’t hear what is being said so I look along the line of people waiting to get in. I can see their looks of jealousy as the bouncer opens a gate and allows us passage into the club.
The doors open before us and I can see the flashing of light in the darkness, cutting through it almost like a knife. There are shades of green, blue and red, dancing around, mingling with shimmers of white and silver and playing on the bodies of those dancing on the floor. The music is quick and hard, loud and banging as it’s energy flows through me. We walk along the outskirts of the dance floor, towards the bar.
There are so many people and moving through the crowds is near impossible. We make it to the bar eventually, where you order us each a drink. You hand me my beverage and I take a small sip. It is sweet, but I can taste the alcohol and it warms my tongue. I drink a bit more as my eyes scan the crowds of people around us. I stand on the tip of my toes as I spot a young girl. She is perhaps 23 years old and is dancing alone on the dance floor. She has dark hair that is pulled back from the front and trails down to her waist in back. It sways with her body as she moves to the music. She has her head lowered slightly and then looks up as if she can sense my eyes upon her.
As her head moves up, I can see the most intense green eyes, lined in black eye makeup. She has a deep brown lipstick on and her cheeks are slightly flushed, presumably due to the heat of her dancing. Her eyes lock onto mine as she smiles, biting her tongue lightly between her perfect teeth. It is hard to see much of her body as there are too many people blocking my view. I reach over to your arm and tap you, and then lean into your ear to say, “I am going to go dance.” You nod approvingly and I make my way out to the woman.
I manage to get to her and start to dance with her. She looks me over as I do the same to her. She is wearing a very short red skirt and I can see her thighs clearly between the hem and the tops of her stockings. She is also wearing a black sheer top, showing her perfectly shaped breasts that are unconfined by a bra, allowing her nipples to press against the fabric. Her shoes are high black heels that strap around her ankles. She is gorgeous.
I lean in close to her so that she can hear me and I say, “I was admiring you from afar.”
“I know you were, I saw you watching me and kept a close eye on you as you made your way over to me,” she says with a naughty smile. “I was hoping that I had caught your eye enough for you to come speak with me.”
“Yes, you seem to have entranced me,” I say, as I look long into her eyes, seeking what may lie behind them. “I would be ever so happy if you were to come meet my boyfriend.”
She takes my hand and says, “Lead on,” as I embrace her small fingers in mine and lead her away from the dance floor. I push between people, pulling her behind me and then find my way back to where you are standing, still near the bar.
“Look what I found,” I say with a clearly excited voice.
“Look, indeed,” you say as you look over my newfound friend. “You are quite amazing in appearance, if I may say so. In fact, you are fucking phenomenal.”
The woman blushes slightly at your words, but I can see that she does appreciate them, as any woman would when coming from a man of your appearance and stature. “Thank you,” she replies, looking between the two of us.
“We would like to know if you would join us for the evening,” I whisper into her ear. “We would like to take you home with us, if that’s ok. I must warn you before you accept however, that the evening will bring immense amounts of sexual behavior, performed between all of us.”
The woman stands a moment as if pondering my statement. She then looks at both of us again and asks you, “Do you have a big cock?”