The one who called herself Danni was quite tall and slim. She had a
hard
looking face - almost masculine. I thought at first she was a man in drag, but her short-sleeved, one-piece trouser suit had a low cut front that really showed off her ample and shapely boobs. She had very dark brown hair - almost black, but it was parted in middle in a style that really didn't suit her at all - she would have looked much better with an old fashioned style fringe.
She also had a tattoo - a circle of barbed wire around one bicep and (I would later discover) another of a scorpion on the back of her shoulder, and a snake high on the inside of one thigh.
Her suit was made from a fairly sheer (but not transparent), lime green, silky cotton material that hugged her tight around the bum, clearly displaying her pantie line, while the split down the front of the top half flaunted her unfettered breasts beautifully.
The other woman - Ellen - was about 5' 8". I'm sure of this because she was the same height as Sam. She was far more feminine in appearance. She had wavy blonde, shoulder length hair, and I would say she was of average build - possibly slightly plump but quite buxom. She too had a low cut top, but hers was a short, wrap-around ruby red dress that was open down the front almost to her navel. It must have been one of those with a built-in bra, because it exposed her wonderfully firm, full cleavage beautifully, while the short hem showed off her lovely, sturdy looking legs. To any red blooded male she must have looked an absolute dish - certainly all the guys in the club were watching her.
All in all, we must have been quite a colourful looking group.
I would later learn that it was she who Sam had been chatting with to arrange our meeting. Apparently they had been in contact via a dating site for some time. Sam later assured me that she wasn't cheating - she had just wanted to organise a treat for me. I'm still not sure if I believe her, but that's what she said, so I suppose I have to accept it.
Anyway, the four of us got up to dance, but I soon began to feel a little dizzy, so Danni slipped an arm around me and took me back to our cubicle. We sat down with her arm still around me, and she pulled me in close moving in to kiss me. Foolishly I let her, but I was worried about what Sam would think if she saw so I told her not to let Sam see her do that.
She just smiled and put her hand on my leg and told me not to worry. She said I was perfectly safe with her. I didn't feel particularly safe, since she was caressing my thigh in full view of my girlfriend on the dance floor, but Sam didn't seem too worried - she was having fun with the buxom blonde.
It was about that point when some guys from another table tried to buy us some drinks. A waitress came over with a tray of drinks for us, saying they were courtesy of a group of six guys in an adjacent cubicle. They smiled and waved, but Danni refused them. That seemed to disappoint the guys (not too surprising I suppose), but they only gave up temporarily.
Danni began texting on her phone for a minute or two, and we chatted for a while. She asked me about my work (read my Brief History), and I asked her about hers. She told me she was a travel agent and how she loved her work as a Rep for her company - traveling around the world, checking out the various resorts. She suggested I might like to join her on one of her trips, and she stroked my arm then my breast through my top. I wasn't sure what to do - after all, we were in full view of Sam on the dance floor, not to mention most of the other customers.
I was reluctant, yet excited both at the same time. I had always been turned on by the idea of sexual encounters in public places, and the thought of it was making me tingle in my special place. Then Danni moved in to kiss me again, and I could see that Sam was getting it on with Ellen, so stupidly I let her do it. I suppose I was jealous and wanted to teach her a lesson. Anyway, Danni's hand was on my knee, then my thigh, and I instinctively parted my knees, silently telling myself that no-one else could really see, and her fingers began stroking my inner thigh, slowly progressing right to the very top, until her fingertips were stroking the wetness of my pantie gusset.
She smiled, excitedly, clearly happy that I was wet down there. If we had been alone somewhere right at that moment, I would have spread my legs wide and let her do anything she wanted. But just then I noticed Sam and Ellen coming back to our cubicle. I'm sure they must have seen her hand up my skirt, but neither said anything - they just grinned at one another. Sam asked how we were getting on. I just looked at her, guiltily, completely lost for words, but Danni told her we were getting on fine, raising her hand to suck the tip of her middle finger. "Like a house on fire," were her words, grinning from ear to ear.
We sat and had more drinks, watching some of the women dancing, and the erotic stage show, and it would have been about fifteen minutes later when two younger girls turned up at the club. From their clothing they came across as a fairly odd couple to be together - one quite gothic looking and the other rather more exotic. We spotted them as soon as they arrived as they headed straight to the bar, but Danni seemed to know them and called them over.
She introduced them as Nicola and Bambi, and they both smiled politely as she invited them to sit with us.
As we all sat there together, I could see the group of six guys - the ones who had tried to buy us drinks - all looking across to where we were. They were nodding and nudging one another, and I could guess what they were thinking - six horny men and six females - perfect! I tried my best to ignore them as the girls sat down with us, but I was getting very drunk and I was stupidly curious.
From their looks you would have guessed these girls to be about fifteen or sixteen, but I knew they both had to be over eighteen or they wouldn't have been allowed into the club. Both had long hair, and both were slim and shapely, albeit fairly petite. Just the type of girls that always seemed to catch Sam's interest whenever we were out walking.
Nicola, or Nikki as she preferred to be called, had dark brown hair and very fair skin and lots of dark eye make-up. She was about 5' 6" tall, dressed in a bright lilac elasticated strapless Lycra top that left plenty of bare midriff, and also showed her shapely
B cup
breasts clearly. Over the top, she had a loose fitting short leather-look sleeveless jacket. Her skirt was a wide pleated brown and grey heavy woollen type of fabric, which was just long enough to cover her bum and not much else. To finish the gothic effect she had very coarse fishnet tights that had abstract spider patterns on, and heavy, hobnail style boots.
In stark contrast, Bambi had golden blonde hair that was obviously dyed (like mine), but it complemented her dark tanned skin perfectly. She was about 5' 8" - same as Sam, and was wearing a yellow halter style bikini type of top covering her attractive
AB cup
figure, with a tie at the back that left her arms and shoulders bare - exactly the sort of look that I know Sam likes.
Her tiny black shorts were so tight they pulled up at the crotch, clearly showing an enticing camel toe at the front, and pulled tight into the groove between her butt cheeks at the back too. I could see the men in the place watching them both, and it wouldn't have been difficult to work out what they were all thinking.
I happened to mention to Bambi that our tops were almost the same colour, trying to complement her and strike up a dialogue with her, but instead of being receptive she gave me a sickly smile saying something bitchy like, "That's about the only thing we have in common." I found that quite upsetting, especially since I thought she was very attractive and until that moment I really liked her. I mean, why would she make such an acerbic remark. It was really scathing - very unkind and totally unnecessary, but I didn't say anything. I did notice though, that she and Sam were exchanging smiles quite a lot, and I wondered if maybe she might have been a bit jealous of my relationship with Sam. But that would make no sense at all, would it. After all, we had never met before tonight, although come to think of it, Sam did tend to go away on business trips from time to time, and she had been away quite a lot just recently.
I put the idea of it out of my mind - it was obviously just the drink playing tricks on me.
I got the impression that perhaps Bambi worked there, or maybe she was a regular, because all the bouncers (sorry -
Doormen
) seemed to know her, and I felt sure that one of them started to call her something like 'Barb...' before she stopped him with a glare.
Anyway - Danni moved us around and sat the two girls on either side of me, and they began teasing me - mostly Nikki, with her stroking my leg and trying to kiss me a few times. Her face came very close to mine several times and I could smell her fresh, minty breath, even over the gin she was drinking. By now I was really quite drunk and I could hardly stop myself from laughing, so I would have been game for almost anything, especially a kiss from either of them - or both.
That was when Sam and Ellen decided to take the two girls up to dance, leaving me alone with Danni. As they walked away to the dance floor, they looked like a pair of regular couples rather than four individual young women. Ellen and Nikki walked hand in hand, and as the four of them moved further away I noticed Sam's arm slip around Bambi's waist. Bambi didn't try to stop her or react in any visible way that I could see, and it all seemed worryingly natural.
But my attention was drawn from them as Danni started to touch me up again. I didn't want to let her because I thought Sam might turn and see, but I needn't have worried - Sam and Bambi were enjoying the rhythm of the music with Bambi tossing her head and snaking her body erotically, her arms raised and displaying her bare underarms to my woman. I knew Sam liked that too - she found it an irresistible turn-on, and she often liked to lick me there (which I like too of course). Soon the music was slower and they were dancing up close, face-to-face, with Bambi's arms wrapped around Sam's neck.
Their apparent intimacy worried me and I wanted to go and interrupt them, but two of the guys from the table of four came over, having abandoned their friends and the two women who were with them, and they offered us drinks. This time Danni told them in no uncertain terms that we were a couple, and she started kissing me and groping me in front of them. I was too drunk to stop her so it must have appeared totally authentic, and they went away looking disgruntled.
