The music called to her in a way that was indescribable. It was almost as if the music had a mind of it's own and was trying to control her. It made her sway her hips to the harsh beat causing her skirt to rise and show the world a peek of her pink thong. Shockingly, she wasn't very concerned about that, many of the girls in the club opted to not wear any panties under their skirts.
The music made her hands move up and down her body in lewd ways. Her hands slowly made their way from her hips, slowly trailing past her waist up to her breasts, her fingers lightly circled her nipples, causing them to bud through her pink bralette. She bit her bottom lip and quietly moaned. She felt starved for something she couldn't name. Her breath was heavy and laboured from the dancing.
Luna didn't go to the clubs very often because she didn't have time. She was busy working and making a name for herself. She was often found in her office working on a project. She had aspirations to become the boss of her media department. It was a tough career to get through but she craved the challenge. But Luna had a secret, something that she hide so well she often forgot.
Sometimes she just wanted to be slutty and used.
No
, she thought,
that's not like me. I'm an educated woman. Why would I want to be slutty, let alone used?
She paused her dance, though it was a struggle. She looked down at her body and noticed that her leather pencil skirt had risen far above her knees, almost to her crotch. She knew her skirt was wrong, something wasn't right but what was it? Then, for a brief moment the fog lifted, like her sanity was returning... Her black nylons were ripped on her thick thighs. Her white body suit was slick and tight on her body.
Oh my, I need to fix myself up...
She made her way to the club's restrooms. As she did she almost felt like hands were trying to pull her back into the dance floor. It took effort for her to continue her trek.
How did I lose myself on the floor that I let myself look like this? I hadn't even had a drink.
The minute she walked into the bathroom she noticed two things. First, that the music had followed her. The heady, heavy beat pulsing through her core was ever present. And second, that she looked like a different person. Sure, the person looking back at her had the same body. But Luna was sure that wasn't herself, she was different. The large mirror presented a stranger to Luna.
The woman looking back at her was like the reincarnation of lust. Her curly dark brown hair was messy, like she had someone running their hands through her hair. The curls looked darker and more rich than usual. Her dark eyes looked heady and foggy. Her caramel skin was flushed and wet with sweat, and her body suit was practically transparent from sweat. Her pink bralette was very obvious. Even her skirt was different, she must have ripped it as she danced because there was a new slit up her thigh. The expensive skirt was ruined but oddly enough she couldn't bring herself to care.
She looked like a stripper. She should have been mortified, embarrassed that her body was on display, but that didn't happen. Instead she felt...empowered? Heady. Sexy. Hungry.
She didn't just look like she was the reincarnation of lust, she felt like she was lust itself.
Her eyes grew heavy and she ran her hand from her thigh, up the gentle curve of her stomach, to her heavy breasts and squeezed. It felt good, so she did it again. She felt so good that she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her body suit and rolled her skirt so it sat a little higher than it would naturally.
What's going on here? This isn't me...
It was like she was watching herself change without any control. And the ever present music thumped in her mind. She took another evaluating glance at her attire. Something wasn't quite right, something was missing that would take her over the edge.
Without thinking, she took her bralette off and put it on the counter. Her dark nipples were clear as day through the white body suit. She was truly done for, her new look made her feel like she was just asking for sex. It made her feel...wet.
Luna slipped her hand down her panties, while she looked at herself in the mirror, and spread her pussy open. She was dripping, her thong was soaked and she hadn't even begun playing. She just felt so, so horny. She inserted two fingers and started to pump.
Oh, god, this is so wrong. What if someone walks in?
She cried to herself. That only made her eager for more. She bent over the counter and spread her legs, still pumping as fast as she could.
"T-too many layers..." she murmured. The nylons were preventing her from going as fast as she wanted.
