We got in free and all it cost was a warm smile and a peck on the cheek. A casually rested hand on my ass during the peck on the cheek and we were in. We got ourselves a drink that we would make last all night unless a guy bought us another one. It was a particularly busy night and there were no seats free so we just propped up the bar. A couple of lads got thrown out for fighting which was fairly impressive as it really wasn't that late. Also from what I could see it wasn't actually over anything in particular, they just started throwing punches.
As we neared the end of our drinks we headed to the dance floor and danced. The music was fairly heavy dance music and if I am being honest I wouldn't be able to tell you when one song finished and another began. Still, the beat was good and the atmosphere was really good. A few guys came and went as we danced. I am not sure what the acceptable investment time for a guy is, I have never worked it out, even now. It seems to be around one song and once that time has been invested by the guy it should give him access to at least my boobs. Some seem to think that three and a half minutes of work gets them under my skirt and a few think it gets them access to my panties.
It doesn't, if you dance well and I like what I see you will probably get a full body cuddle. If you are subtle I will allow hands to rest near, or on my ass as long as they are very much on top of my skirt/dress. If you are particularly sharp you may even steal a peck on the cheek., but after three and a half minutes of investment that is pretty much your limit.
Now just to be clear here you don't have to be a good dancer, to be totally shallow and fickle I just have to like the look of you. It is a loud environment, deep and meaningful is not high on the agenda, it is a bit of fun, put the time in and you may get a nice kiss and a cuddle. If you are really really cute/charming I may even allow a cheeky slip up my dress assuming I have underwear on, but I am not going home with you and I am definitely not opening my legs for you.
Being a good dancer helps as having flat feet when you stand on them all the time is really annoying. It isn't a requirement though. Just be nice, be charming and polite, smile, don't tell me that you love me and for the love of God take your hands from up my skirt.
I slapped my hand behind my back and even over the music, I heard the crack of skin on skin as I connected with his wrist. He looked at me a little stunned and perturbed by my reaction. I just glared at him, shook my head, reached behind my back, grabbed his hands that were back on my bum again and placed them on my hips. "Soz," he slurred into my ear. Oh yeah, another requirement, don't be too drunk.
"You okay?" I asked pulling my head back so I could see his eyes that were starting to roll.
"Yeah babe," he slurred. I scanned around and saw Hanna who was just standing to the side watching and grinning at my predicament. "I love you. Wanna come back to mine?" he slurred as I stopped him from falling over. In hindsight I am too polite, leaving him to fall over would have been a much better solution.
"Probably not..." I replied as I again removed his hands from up my skirt as his fingers tried their best to work their way into my panties. Hanna was still grinning at me and I held eye contact with her and pleaded with my eyes.
His hands went straight back up my skirt again and as I had pushed him away a little bit this left the front exposed and that was where his hands landed. Hanna appeared and pushed between us. If she hadn't I was just winding the knee up to smash into his balls as he had long crossed the line from playful enthusiasm to plain old sex pest. She totally blanked him, not even acknowledging his existence as she hugged me. "Hey," she grinned.
"Thank you," I mouthed as I looked at the guy who was swirling his bottle of beer and looking for another victim.
We danced for a while until one of Hanna's on-again, off-again, boyfriends arrived. I am being polite, they were fuck buddies. I excused myself and went to stand at the side of the dance floor. He usually had a rather cute friend with him, but this time he appeared to be solo. I haven't been with his mate, we have got very very friendly before, but never slept with him. I watched them dance and kiss and cuddle and checked in my purse to see how much cash I had left. I was going to be solo in the taxi back to mine.
They were so cute. It was a disgraceful display of public affection, but still, it was cute and I am just jealous. I looked around again for his mate as I was fairly horny and probably would have gone home with him. I started to decide in my mind what toys I would use when I got home to bring myself to an earth-shattering orgasm, but it was all just fantasy and serving no purpose other than making me even more sexually frustrated. I would calm down in the taxi, get home, fall into bed and be asleep before I even changed into PJs.
Suddenly my world went black as two hands covered my eyes as someone stood behind me. I froze and was about to whirl around to see if I needed to defend myself. "Guess who?" Chloe asked from behind me.
"Scared the shit out of me," I said as I turned around and smiled at her.
"Awww, sorry," she said grinning at me, "Who ya here with?" she asked.
I gestured at Hanna who was currently trying to suck the guy's face off while his hands, and more specifically fingers, I am sure were not on top of her underwear. "Her," I said.
"Eww, she seems... er.... otherwise engaged," she replied.
"Yeah, you could say that," I replied, "Who are you here with?" I asked.
"Kate and Alison are around somewhere," she replied as she glanced around in a half-hearted attempt to find her friends. "Wanna drink?" she offered.
"Sure," I said as I finished the last bit that I had been nursing for almost an hour and followed her to the bar.
"Shot? Bottle? Wine?" she asked.
"Bottle is fine," I replied and she ordered two Alcopops that were the cheapest and least offensive colour.
We found an empty bench and sat down on it. We clinked bottles together and chatted as best you can in a nightclub. She was cute, like super super cute. She was wearing a black, short, tight playsuit that hugged her like a second skin. Her long blonde hair was in a simple ponytail down her back and she was wearing black high heels. She had a black glittery purse that she was holding in her left hand. We quickly finished the bottles and I offered to get another one. "Sure," she said, "Need a pee," she said and looked at me.
I got up as well and went with her. She was wearing a playsuit that there was no way she could get in or out of it on her own. It is weird when you write it down, but in reality, it is the least sexy thing in the world. We squeezed into a cubicle and I unzipped her. She pretty much had to strip and underneath it all, she was very much naked. No bra, no panties, nothing. I zipped her back up and went as well. Sorted out our makeup before leaving the restroom and headed back into the club. I got us another drink each and we sat back on the bench again. We talked, drank our drinks and then she kissed me.
Unlike the first time she launched her face at mine with no real warning, this time I met her kiss and we kissed properly. We pulled back and smiled at each other. We kissed again and this time with tongues and for a prolonged period of time. Kisses and cuddles continued as we sat and people-watched. A couple of pervy guys asked if they could watch. I was about to reply, but Chloe beat me to it. She didn't actually say anything, but as the toe of her shoe plunged into his testicles it seemed that a verbal response was no longer required.
We eventually managed to slide behind a table which gave us more privacy. Just to be clear here we didn't actually do anything that we hadn't on the bench, which was just kisses. It felt very much shop window though and being behind a table added an intimacy and seclusion. It was also my first experience of prejudice. Not negative, but drawing attention to yourself just by the choice of partner. If I had been sitting here making out with a guy then no one would have looked twice, doing it with a girl though and it was almost uncomfortable. The occasional overheard crass comment or a simple wolf whistle, it felt intrusive and yet at the same time, disappointingly, not unexpected.
That is where we stayed for the rest of the night. A bit later Hanna came and found us. "Hi," she said looking at Chloe and smiling at her. "Chloe I assume?"
"Yeah," I replied a little sheepishly. I am not sure why, but it still felt a little odd. Not odd in a bad way, just different I guess.
I introduced them and it was all very pleasant. "Gonna head off," she said smiling at me and she glanced at her fuck buddy who was patiently waiting.
