-This is a work of fiction. The characters depicted are at least 18 years of age. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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The building was a dull, two-story affair that had seen better days, but despite its appearance, there was a line of club-goers stretching around the corner. Becca and her boyfriend Aiden had been waiting in line for some time.
Becca loved to dance and took pride in her moves. While Becca was mostly modest and reserved, particularly when it came to sex, dancing made her feel wild and she often let off sexual steam while she whirled away on the dance floor.
It was for this reason, and this reason alone, that Aiden never argued with Becca when she said she wanted to go dancing. When Becca was dancing, it was the only time that she behaved like a slut. Aiden had never even seen Becca fully naked at home. Though you didn't need to strip her down to know she had a good body. He had unbuttoned her jeans once as they made out in his car. Her pink panties had poked out seductively before she stopped him. The farthest he had been beyond that was a few hand jobs after the club.
However, this was not the farthest Becca had been. Becca had been naked with a man before. She had been fondled and pleasured, though she never told Aiden this. The dick who had filled her was a date she would rather forget. A hunk of a man, and an even better dancer who dumped her the day after they did the deed. Since that day, she had jerked her boyfriend's off fully clothed to avoid the heartbreak, but it wasn't always easy.
After one of the sticky hand jobs with Aiden, she had stared at the cream with fascination. Holding her hand up to her nose and lips. Aiden had thought at the time that maybe next time she would open up to him, but it never seemed to happen. In the meantime, Aiden had taken what he could get from Becca's shaking ass in the low lit, booze filled clubs. The only problem was that it became harder and harder to wait. In the last few clubs, he couldn't wait for her soft hands to wrap around his cock. He had to jerk off in a bathroom when her dancing became too much to bear. It was that or jizz right there in his pants, something which had happened more than once.
"I'm surprised I haven't heard of this place before." Becca said to Aiden.
Aiden shrugged. There was a reason why she hadn't heard about it. He felt bad for bringing her here, but he was desperate.
Becca knew the names of all the best clubs. She and Aiden had been making their way through each of them. Because she liked to be surprised, she hadn't bothered to read anything about the new club Aiden picked that night and besides, it didn't much matter. This was the fifteenth consecutive club she had been to; going alone without telling Aiden twice when he was having Boys' Nights. Dancing with someone else wasn't cheating right? Nothing ever happened beyond a little grinding.
Becca bobbed up and down as they got closer to the club door, her tits bouncing up and down in her tight shirt. Aiden stared with little attempt to conceal his lust and love. Despite his sexual frustration, he always wanted to keep her safe. He hadn't brought her to the club to break her, but to break the linen barriers on her bed.
Or so he told himself.
Most of the club goers were dressed provocatively. Many of the women wore skin-tight clothing or bottoms that showed off their smooth legs. They had exposed cleavage and skirts that barely covered their bums. Becca wore jeans. Her round ass no less shapely by the fabric that threatened to rip because it was so tight. Though she showed some cleavage, she had tried out her best moves in the mirror to make sure nothing would fall out. She loved shaking her rump in the mirror. Watching herself made her blush.
Aiden could see the eyes of the other people in line wandering toward Becca and he wondered if he wasn't making a mistake coming to this club, of all places. Becca, for her part, seemed oblivious to the people looking at her.
"Nice top," a girl in front of Becca said.
"Thanks!" Becca said.
"I'm Lexi," the girl said, "and this sexy girl is Millie."
As Becca introduced herself, Lexi whispered something to Millie and they both laughed. Lexi wore black jeans, and a leather jacket. She had mousey features. Her lips were tight and her eyes a warm brown. The shirt she wore was form fitting. Her nipples poked through exposing the cusp of her breasts; great orbs that filled out her shirt well.
Millie was more reserved. Friendly in that she smiled shyly but never said a word. She wore glasses and her hair was short and pink. She had a thick lace choker around her neck. her black pants were tight, and her ass was well toned.
"Have you been here before Becca?" Lexi asked.
"No. It's our first time. My boyfriend picked it."
Lexi laughed and looked accusingly at Aiden. Becca didn't understand what was so funny and didn't want to feel stupid by asking.
"You're going to love it" Lexi said. She then turned to Millie, "and so are you my dirty little slut."
Lexi dug her fingers into Millie's hair and kissed her hard on the mouth. Becca's eyes went wide in surprise. The passionate kiss was unexpected, but not unwelcome.
As Becca, Aiden, Lexi and Millie neared the front of the line, a couple walked up to the felt stanchion guarding the VIP line. They were arguing, their voices rising above the rest of the crowd. Everyone in line hushed and listened in.
"I told you I don't want to go." The woman was saying.
"Baby, it's going to be fun. We can just dance if you want." The man said.
"Just dance?" The woman mockingly sputtered. "You know this isn't going to work out the way you want it to, right?"
"You're just saying that cause you're mad." The man spat, and walked into the club, leaving the woman standing there. She blushed; her cheeks red with rage as she saw the crowd staring at her.
"Fine." The woman mumbled under her breath as she walked in.
