Dance the Night Away
((This follows Ladies Night Out))
The long dark car pulled up in front of the club, and those waiting in line began to jostle each other to see who they might get to rub elbows with once they made it past the bouncer.
James stepped from the car and rounded the front. He pulled open the door with a little flourish and held out his hand. The three red heads availed themselves of his offer as they stepped from the dark interior. Meegan gave her name to the bouncer and they were ushered inside amidst the groanings of those in the line.
Her brain chided her, "or had the money, or friends, or really a reason, for that matter."
She had to physically stop herself from grabbing the two pert derrieres in front of her, so she instead contented herself with shifting her jacket again.
She could feel all the eyes on her, wondering who the hell SHE was, and it excited her. She loved it when people checked her out. She had a strong urge to flash the next cute guy she went past, but pushed it out of her mind. She was here with two gorgeous women; her plate was plenty full.
She could hear the heavy bass of the music - could feel it - and it soaked straight into her bones. "God, this music makes me want to fuck," she thought as she winked at a strikingly attractive woman. So, with her hips swaying invitingly to the beat of the music, she followed Meegan into the club.
She had left her purse in the limo and her credit card was tucked just inside her dress. Meegan tucked one arm around Veronica's waist and took Rachyl's hand. She raised her voice just enough to be heard over the music.
"A table and drinks first or should we just hit the dance floor?"
"Easy access," she said, loud enough to be heard.
"We're not going to be conversing much here tonight," she thought.
She looked around, saw bodies entwined on the dance floor, most of the tables around them empty but for jackets, purses, or drink glasses. The rhythm caught up to her, and she felt herself swaying in her chair.
Shit, that bass... the bass of the music was hitting her deep in the belly, making her already burning crotch throb with desire. Her hands tightened on the toned thighs next to her, sliding higher and higher until she fancied she could feel the heat of each girl's mound.
"Deep breaths, V. Deep breaths."
"Are you going to invite them home love? Would be a delicious evening snack"
"Ohh no dear, wouldn't dream of disturbing their plans. I'm not even sure if I could charm them with me right now. Perhaps a day when they're less....occupied with each other"
He felt it would be sacrilege to do such a thing, after all he considered himself a gentleman. He studied them for a while, before telling the bartender to provide the ladies with whatever drinks they'd like for the evening. As an afterthought he added a loft of 5000$, he doubted they'd drink even a fraction of that, they wouldn't be staying long from what he could tell.
The barkeep approached the 3 women.
"All drinks are on Mr. Swiftwood. He sits right over the..."
Aron had gone. Before he slipped out the door, he sent a mental note to the three.
"Enjoy the evening"
((Aron Out. You hadn't posted the thread as private, so I assumed interrupting was ok, if not please ignore this thread. I'll be gone till Monday should anyone need me))
When their drinks arrived, Meegan took a deep drink and sighed. 'Careful Meegan, you'll get yourself drunk, and then where will you be?'
((It's fine with us, gives us something to talk about =) ))
So when Veronica leaned over and kissed her, she shuddered, and leaned away from the redhead slightly, then turned towards her. Seeing the brief look of disappointment on her face, she gave the woman a quick peck on the nose, leaned into her ear, and said, "Dance first. Fuck later."
Since Rachyl didn't habitually use those "four letter words," the others noticed a strange lilt to her pronunciation of it.
"Well ladies, shall we dance?" 'Do not sing show tunes, Meegan. Do not sing show tunes.'
Meegan said brightly, "Well ladies, shall we dance?" and Veronica agreed. However, they both continued sitting at the table, sipping their drinks.
With a feigned exasperated sigh, she blew the usual curl from her vision with a puff and stood, straightened her jacket, and slid her chair back in.
"You two! Get off your asses right NOW, and get with me on the dance floor!" She did her best to project a stern look, but a grin eventually cracked, and she giggled, then held out her hands.
"I'll warn you now, I have absolutly no ability to dance. So if I start doing stupid things like spinning around or the hand jive, you two have my permission to slap me."
"This is like sex with our clothes on in a coliseum. There isn't a single person inthis club that hasn't watched us."
She nibbled on her ear lobe, as she continued to dance.
Her hips continued to move as she moved closer to Veronica, her left leg carefully insinuating itself between the other woman's. Gyrating sinuously as Veronica's eyes widened, she stepped back slightly as the other woman moved to press herself against Rachyl's thigh. She rested her left hand on Veronica's hip, in the same manner the other redhead had been, and leaned forward to introduce her lips to Veronica's cheek. She couldn't keep the arousal out of her voice as she whispered, "Please, please, please, you two are driving me crazy, but need to behave just a little while longer."
"Well if you don't want me to fuck you right here on the dance floor, you should probably get your thigh out of my crotch." Veronica's eyes sparkled with lust, mischief, need, and annoyance as she danced. She felt like an over-tightened guitar string as she danced, ready to snap at even the slightest touch.