A blonde and a brunette walked into a bar.
Not just any bar.
It was the grand opening of The Carriage House, the hottest social event in the city, and long queues of people were still waiting to get in. Dressed in their finest, men and women jostled to get inside and then make their way toward the long, oak bar counter. But let's roll back slightly, to about two hours earlier...
Stacey had finally decided on her long, tight-fitting, red evening dress. She loved the outfit but had only worn it once, to a formal function at her work for which she bought it. There had been a couple of times she took it out and laid it on her bed while choosing an outfit, but she would always put it back into its cover and hang it up again. 'For a special occasion', she would tell herself.
Tonight was no different. The red dress was laid out with three more options: A skimpy, black lace cocktail dress, her prized black and white accent Valentino shoulder-padded dress, and one of her favorites, an off-the-shoulder, gold silk party dress. After trying it all on, several times, her decision was finally based on the fact that she loved the way her backside looked in the red dress. The shimmering material highlighted her butt beautifully. And she did feel a little frisky tonight.
'Maybe this dress would land me some handsome dick for the night', flashed through her mind while she looked back at the mirror.
She giggled out loud at the thought of sex. Months have passed since she's had a good dicking and tonight she was intent on breaking her fuck famine. She desperately needed to appease her agonizingly aching clit. It had been throbbing at will, several times a day for the past week or so, to the extent that it would become randomly engorged for no apparent reason. Her swollen nub was super sensitive and she would rock back and forth on her office chair to get some relief from the soft thong material that would lightly brush against it. Her body tingled constantly and even after making herself climax the other night, this persistent, sensitive sensation would not go away.
Feeling fabulously frisky and desirably desperate, she called a taxi and made her way across town to meet up with her friends. They were going to the opening of a new venue in the city for which her best friend, Jess, had VIP invitations.
In her hotel room, on the other side of town, Alison, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was throwing on for her night out in the city. An extremely short black number. 'One, in which I feel a little sluttish', was her primary motive. Looking at herself in the mirror, she turned around and bent over slightly. She smiled happily. Her equally tiny, black lingerie tanga made its presence known.
Spectacularly. It was exactly what she wanted. She felt confident her outfit would get her the appropriate attention she was craving.
"Slut it out, Ali," she cooed at her mirror image, "We're only here for one night!"
After blowing herself a kiss in the mirror, she grabbed her clutch purse, room key card and slammed the door behind her. The porter had told her about a new place opening up across the road, when she asked him where she could go and have a good time. She was ready to have a good time.
When Stacey and her two friends arrived at the venue and eventually got inside, they quickly found an available table around which they hovered. Jess called the first round and headed towards the bar to order some drinks while Cat and Stacey chatted. And scanned the venue for potential.
"Oh yes! He can cum on my face," Cat giggled and pointed at a tall, dark-toned guy a couple of tables away. They both laughed raucously as they pointed out guys whom they believed were hot enough.
"Look at the bulge in that one's pants! Come here big boy," Cat jestingly walked towards the well-built, clearly gym trained, guy while Stacey wolf-whistled at her.
She stopped short and hastily returned to the table.
"I could only fuck him in the dark," she smirked, "he's nice from far, but far from nice up close," she added, both screeching with laughter again.
When Jess returned with their drinks, including a tray with six tequila shots, she was quickly brought up to speed about the dick talent they'd screened so far.
"Well, I'm taking the barman home tonight," Jess casually informed them, "He's a black Adonis and based on the outlined size of his oh-so-tight pants, he's also hung like a horse!"
A raucous rapture of hilarity ensued, after which the girls stood on their toes, frantically trying their best to get a good look at the black-stallion barman.
"Good God, Jess, he must be like nineteen years old," coughed Stacey, nearly choking on her drink.
"That's how I like 'em... young, hung, and full of cum!" Jess tauntingly shouted out to the other two, who squealed in amusement. Their evening had kicked off in high gear and two rounds of tequilas loosened whatever else was still a bit taut.
Not long after, the girls were well on their merry way and were shaking their tushies on the dance floor. Burly men were abundant and the girls could pick and choose welcoming crotches into which they would grind their asses. Or felt foreign fingers fondle over their bodies. Some, lingered caresses along their breast lines, others trailing down their legs, or across their backsides. The dance floor had become a sexually charged melting pot with bodies writhing against each other. Some tongues lustfully entwined already.
Stacey was having a lot of fun, feeling somewhat euphoric as a result of the alcohol, music, and physical touches which showered over her. They finished another round of shots again, vodka with a lime chaser, and headed back onto the dance floor.
She was enjoying the virile attentions on her body, but when a hand slipped around her waist, she immediately recognized its subtle femininity. Thinking it was one of her girlfriends, and in jest, she jostled her ass backward into her partner's crotch.
A Latino salsa song started playing and keeping their positions, they started swaying in sync with the music. Stacey threw her head back while her partner held her firmly from behind, one arm around her waist and the other holding her arm while they moved together to the song. She felt safe and could let go completely.
