This is a work of absolute fiction. All characters are aged 18 and over. Any resemblance of the characters depicted to any person, living or deceased, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental.
If the reader is uncomfortable with the concept if denied orgasm or female dominance, I'd advise them to look for another story.
This is my first time writing a true blue story and I had fun writing it! I hope you have as much fun as I did. Enjoy the tale!
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I wasn't used to the loud, pounding music and flashy lights of a club. I didn't like it. The lights flashed in beat with the dance music that threatened to break the very speakers that blasted it (and my eardrums as well). I personally prefer jazz and blues, all the classy stuff. I also have a taste for rock but never dance or hip-hop. Not my thing. Yet, here I am. I would have never come here had I not been invited by my colleagues.
I wasn't sure about what I should wear. Being a tall guy, and reasonably well-built, I settled for a white "SAVE THE EARTH" T-shirt, a pair of tight jeans (not skinny jeans) and a nice, dark leather jacket to add a little spice and contrast to the light T-shirt.
Under the effects of the distracting lights, I found it hard to recognise my colleagues in the club. Finally, after stumbling around in a daze from the lighting and music, I heard a familiar female voice. "Hey Scott! Over here!" I turned around and spotted a table with familiar figures waving at me. I hurriedly scurried over, thankful to be no longer lost in this unfamiliar environment.
I sat down with my friends and began catching up on events that had transpired in our lives since we last met (which was only two days ago, back at the office). Though, there was someone at our table who I had not seen before. She was a tall young woman, probably in her mid-twenties, with healthy, long red hair and a cute always-smiling face. She had full, red lips and sparkling hazel eyes. She was introduced as Angel Canning, a good friend the female colleague who called me to the table earlier. During our group conversation, she seemed particularly interested in me, and though I initially brushed this off as my imagination, I could've sworn I felt someone's leg brush against mine under the table a few times.
When we ran out of things to talk about, the group decided that we should dance. Everyone had their partner chosen in a flash. The only ones that were left were (take a guess), Angel and I. We looked at each other and I offered, "Soooo, wanna jump to the dancefloor?" Another friend interjected, saying "Angel isn't going to dance. She's a DJ here!" Angel just smiled at me sweetly. "I suppose you can accompany me at the turntables, Scott."
While our friends waltzed over to the dancefloor, I followed Angel to the turntables.
We walked by the previous DJ, now taking his leave. "You lucky dog, you." He said to me in a friendly manner as he left.
After a few metres walk, Angle and I were at her party machine. Now that she was standing up, I began to notice her clothing and figure. She was tall and slim, wearing a black jacket over a low-cut grey blouse. Her tits were medium sized, but cute, firm and perky. She wore a pair of tight, light-blue jeans that showed off her curves and nice, round ass. She must've caught me staring at her ass while she was setting the equipment to her preferences, because she turned around and shot me a mischievous smile.
Now that the music was under her control, the tempo of the pounding music began to pick up, and just like the patrons on the dance floor, she began to dance to the beat. "Come on people! Let's get this show ON THE ROAD, BABY!" she announced into a microphone. For a heart stopping moment, the music stopped. Then came the bass drop. "WOOO AWW YEAH BRRRRR WOW AWESOME" was heard from the dancing crowd. Despite the excitement, I couldn't bring myself further than a huge grin on my face (a huge grin is nothing at a club without dancing).
Seeing that I wasn't moving my body a lot, Angel turned to me. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing at all. I just can't dance. But being here with you is enough to keep me happy." I replied.
"Come on, and have some fun!" Angel said. Then she pulled me to her and popped something in my mouth before planting her lips on mine.
In my shock, I bit on whatever she had put in my mouth and it was crushed, but started to dissolve. When I realised that it was probably some kind of drug, Angel forced her soft tongue through my lips and began exploring my mouth. My own tongue started to dance and swirl with hers while her arms pulled me closer to her body. I could feel her tits pressing against my chest as one of her hands found its way from my back down to my ass.
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