The music was loud enough that it was practically unintelligible, though here, with DJ Magnus manning the table, it was always rap and R&B with a harder, more sexual edge. The club was dark but for the strobe lights and the muted glow that came from the bar on the south end. James panted, feeling Sarah grab him through his jeans, making him squeeze her ass more firmly. He ground her against his thigh, still dancing despite how uncomfortable his jeans had gotten in the front. A little sweat trickled down the side of his brow and he kissed her when she licked at his lips. All around them were other dancing bodies though they seemed to be one of the few white bodies speckled throughout the dark crowd.
Neither of them had been to this club before. It was on the southside of town and was predominantly a "black" club. Sarah had all but promised him every dirty deed if James would take her even though he had felt very apprehensive at first. Where James didn't have a problem with black guys he did worry about the effect his 5'7, blonde, pale complexioned girlfriend would have, especially with the thick heart-shaped she had and her 34 DD's that had small pink nipples centering them. She also had Cerulean blue eyes but he doubted anyone ever looked at her eyes long enough to notice. But, he was here, panting a bit as he sucked on his girl's tongue, three shots of tequila and a Jager bomb coursing through his system. He barely registered his surroundings anymore and the nagging memory of his girlfriend telling him that she was very attracted to black men had faded.
Sarah giggled against her boyfriend's lips and wiggled her ass within his hands since his grasp was a little uncomfortable and she felt his fingers relent a bit which disappointed her a little. There was never a time that James didn't just continue doing what he wanted. He always relented, which showed what a sweet caring boyfriend he was, but it also let her know that should she show the slightest resistance that he'd relent. She bit his bottom lip watching him wince and she giggled again before looking around, her demeanor changing somewhat as she gazed over the multitude of black men, some dancing with sexily dressed sisters, others with hot latina women and some with slightly chubby white girls. She was having a blast and she was glad that James' nervousness finally wore off. He had told her his worries back at the apartment and she had drug him out there anyway, all he was apprehensive of was what she wanted. She wanted to be ogled and turn on the men at the club, she always did since that was more than half the fun of being in the club.
Of course, she didn't tell James that since they've been there that her ass had been consistently and constantly smacked and grabbed, which she loved, especially since each smack and grab was rougher and with more purposeful ferocity than she was used to. The denim of her jeans felt amazing as she ground against her boyfriend's leg, her black tank top cut low to show plenty of cleavage, her tits jiggling with her movement as James leaned his head down and lightly nipped the side of her neck sending a spark of pleasure throughout Sarah, making her moan a bit. This only made James bite her a bit harder until he felt her gasp out, letting him smell the sweet scent of her alcohol-laced breath as it washed against his ear. "I want you so bad, baby," cooed Sarah and James smiled against her skin. He only heard "want you" but that was all he needed. His heart began to pound because he was going to attempt to live out a fantasy he'd had for the longest time and he was sure she was drunk enough to try it.
Grabbing Sarah's hand, James pulled at her, moving slowly through the crowd, making sure not to let go of her hand, his eyes intent on the unlit hallway entrance to the bathrooms. Sarah giggled and squealed as she felt hands grab at her ass and at her tits, one hand even grabbing hard at her tank, snapping one of the straps, which made her gasp and call out to James but he didn't hear her and his tight grip on her hand continued to pull her along. So, she pulled her tank back up and held it up over her left breast so as to protect herself, still giggling but with embarrassment now.
Pulling her free of the crowd of sweaty, gyrating bodies, James led his girlfriend down the narrow, dark hallway toward the bathroom doors which he could make out by the lighted slant under each closed door. He grunted in frustration, throwing Sarah's hand away from him when he found both doors locked. He pounded on both. "Come on!," he growled. Sarah wobbled where she stood, blinking a bit. She had drunk the same thing as her boyfriend and dancing in one place had helped regulate her drunkiness but having walked, she felt a new wave of it come over her. See her, James grinned and felt his rock hard cock twitch in his jeans. The hallway was long enough that the view of most of the club was blocked and by the bathrooms like this not very many people would see them and he wanted her badly. His cock ached and he was more than a little peeved at her for enjoying all the times he saw her get her ass smacked and grabbed. So, he came up to her and grabbed her by her hair, being rougher with her than what he was usually comfortable with being. He heard her gasp as she fell forward against the wall, planting her hands but he didn't stop. He Had seen the dazed, sleepy look to her eyes and this gave him courage, even if she remembered this, she wouldn't remember enough to get him in trouble the next day.
