It was Saturday night and Lainey was holed up in her first floor apartment with her friends, Blair, Amanda and Stacy. They were helping her get ready for a night of clubbing in celebration of her birthday. They weren't really old enough to get into the clubs but good quality, expensive fake ID's made that a non-issue. As the catchy, pop, chick tunes blared from the stereo, drinks were blended and poured as the girls debated the sexiness of each wardrobe choice.
"Hmm, well, I think the tight, off the shoulder, top with the three quarter length sleeves is a must," Blair said sipping her margarita and holding up the red, cotton and spandex blend top. Blair loved all things skimpy and slutty. She had long blond hair, an athlete's ass, B cup tits and stood at 5'1" with green eyes and a thigh gap.
"Yea, I really like that top. I think it accentuates your assets," Stacy said giggling and wiggling her eyebrows up and down. "But I also think the black mini skirt looks great. The two of them together might be too much skin." Stacy was the only one of the group in a serious relationship. She had dark brown hair with auburn highlights, DD tits and a thicker body. Stacy was the group mom.
Amanda came back from the kitchen with the next round of strong margaritas, "Is there such a thing as too much skin in a night club," she asked. Amanda was of Asian descent with straight black hair that fell down her back, thin body and large A cups.
The girls laughed and Lainey stripped down to get dressed. After her provocative encounters from last night, she was feeling a little adventurous and decided to wear a strapless half cup bra so that her nipples were out and ready for action and a g-string.
Around eleven, the girls were dressed, tipsy and ready to party. They piled into an Uber with a driver named Jackson. Jackson had driven some of the girls a few times before but never for a night on the town. Lainey sat in the front with him and the other three piled into the back.
"You ladies look ready for crazy night," Jackson commented smiling as he caught sight of Lainey's hard nipples in the cold night air. Jackson always loved looking at skimpy clubbing outfits when he drove on the weekends.
"Oh, yea we are! It's our girl's birthday," Blair screamed from the backseat pointing at Lainey as Jackson maneuvered the vehicle through traffic.
"Well, happy birthday, sexy," Jackson said.
Lainey laughed, "Thank you."
Jackson was thinking about how he could use this to his advantage and said, "In the spirit of your birthday, how about I cancel the payment on this ride in exchange for a birthday kiss?"
The crew in the back began chanting, "Do it! Do it! Do it," as they pulled up in front of the club.
When the car stopped, Blair, Stacy and Amanda started getting out of the car and Lainey was left in the front seat debating the birthday kiss. Jackson leaned toward her, "Come here, pretty. Your friends are waiting." Lainey thought it couldn't do any harm to kiss him, so she leaned in and locked lips with him. Jackson put his hand up to grip her behind the neck and deepened the kiss. He tasted the margaritas still on her tongue and kissed her deeper still. Lainey's friends were cheering from the sidewalk but didn't notice Jackson's hand slide from Lainey's neck, down her chest to grab and twist her poor stiff nipple. Lainey gasped in the kiss and leaned away from Jackson. He continued to hold onto her nipple a moment longer giving it a final squeeze and tug before letting go, "Call me for a ride when you're done, birthday girl."
Lainey got out of the car feeling hot and bothered and ready for a little action, "let's party!" Once inside, the girls headed straight to the bar and started with shots of tequila announcing to everyone that they were celebrating Lainey's birthday. The bartender and several other men bought the girls shots. By the time they moved to the dance floor, they had taken five tequila shots back to back.
Lainey shimmied and rolled her body with the hip hop music along with her friends. Before long, men had joined their group and Lainey's male companion was taking all the liberties he could manage feeling her body. He let his hands roam down her sides while she danced in front of him and ground his tool into her butt. His hands slid further down to her thighs and lightly rubbed up and down slightly moving under her skirt. When Lainey turned to face him, he rubbed her back and down to her butt cupping it and gradually grabbing it harder and more aggressively.
The tequila made Lainey willing to do and allow just about anything. She looked up into her dance partner's face and he bent and began kissing her. He continued to paw her ass with one hand while he moved the other up to fondle one of her bouncy tits. "Mmmm," Lainey made a sound of content into his mouth.
Jerome, the dance partner, said, "Yea, baby," after he withdrew from their kiss. "Come here," as he led her down a back hallway where the bathrooms and an exit to the alley were located.
"Okay, I have to pee," Lainey told him. Jerome waited in the hallway while Lainey went into the ladies' restroom, which had no locks on the stall doors. The ladies' room cleared out and Lainey was the only one in there when she heard Jerome calling her.
"Hey, birthday girl, you okay," he called after her. "You okay, baby," Jerome asked her as he pushed open the stall door. Lainey sat there unsure of why he was in the bathroom with her.
