"Almost ready Honey?" My room-mate Christie calls from outside my bedroom door.
I pull the front of my top down a little to expose more of my pert creamy tits. My cherry nipples are clearly visible in my see-through top and flimsy bra. I touch up my lipstick a little and flick my red curls from my face.
"Coming babe," I call over my shoulder and picking up my handbag, I walk over and open the door.
Christie stands there, gorgeous as always, black curls cascading over her pale narrow shoulders. She's wearing a red midriff top and a tiny matching skirt. I can see the white curve of her tits and her big juicy nipples easily through the tiny garment. Something is weird though, kind of out of place.
"You're not wearing a bra you dirty little bitch!" I suddenly exclaim.
But she's quick. "Jesus Susie, no panties. You're such a slut!" I shiver and giggle at the feeling her cool tickling fingers leave on my pussy lips as she straightens, withdrawing her hand from beneath my own tiny skirt. She's smiling and her lashes flutter at me playfully. We're a couple of dirty sluts and we're proud of it.
We've left the house now and it's freezing outside, the middle of winter and our breaths steam. Our coats barely shield us from the icy wind and two sets of nipples are standing to attention by the time we arrive at Liquid.
We've been coming here for a few months now. It's a great club, you can always get laid. Tony is on the door tonight. God I'm in love with him. He's a huge guy, gorgeous massive arms and such a great voice!
I always look at his crotch when I see him, I can't help it, his dick is so easy to make out and I can barely stop myself drooling when I see the massive lump in his trousers. I've fantasised so much about him. God I'd love that equipment splitting my hot tight little womanhood.
"Hey Christie." Oh god, that voice!
"Hey handsome," I reply for her. He turns to me and his eyes make me so wet I'm worried it'll run down my thighs.
Stephen the freak appears from the shadows behind Tony, hair slicked back, permanently oily and that nasty little moustache making him look sleazy as ever. The guy gives us the creeps and Tony once told Christie he even gave him the creeps.
"Cover charge tonight ladies," I don't like the nasty smile on the little pervert's face. He actually has his hand in his pocket and I'm sure he's playing with himself behind the desk.
I can't believe what Christie does next. Lifting her top so her silky white tits fall out, red nipples still hard she says, "How about covering these for a charge Stephen?" She flutters her eyelashes like a hooker.
Oh my god, the disgusting little weasel reaches over to fondle them and she doesn't even stop him. Tony's embarrassed, I can tell. He's such a sweetheart.
There's never a cover-charge here, they need all the girls they can get. Stephen was just being an asshole. I blow a kiss to Tony as we go in after checking our coats. Stephen the asshole blows one back. Dick.
Jesus there are some hunks here tonight! After a few drinks I get dancing with this awesome blonde guy. I can feel his muscles under his clothes as I mash my horny little body against him. His cock's hard and I want to take him into the ladies' and suck it for him -- just a taster before I take him home and fuck him -- but he won't even let me put my hands down his pants.
"Jesus I'm so fuckin' wet baby. Are you gonna dance and kiss me and talk about your stupid job or stick that fat cock in me?" I fondle it through his trousers and I can feel it twitch.
He looks a little shy and mutters something about getting to know each other so I ditch him and go back to the bar. I want a fuck not a family.
"You could've had me tonight you jerk," I shout in his ear as I take my hands away from him. "Your cock could've been squirting in my tight little cunt if you hadn't've been such a boring shit. What do you think about that jerk?" The idiot acts all confused.
A few hours go by and oh shit it's a crisis! Christie has kissed three guys and I've kissed four. She made a guy cum in his pants on the dance floor but then he'd lost his nerve and left. I can't believe it, I haven't felt the bare flesh of a single cock the whole night and I'm drunk and horny as hell. Fantasies of Tony, spreading me wide and possessing me swim across my vision.
Oh god I need sex and there isn't a guy in sight! I know Christie feels the same way, I can see the desperation in her eyes as we sit forlornly on some cushions in a corner. The club is starting to empty.
Christie gets really wet when she's frustrated like this. She holds a soaking hand up to my face and I smell her cunt juice. "That's just from my thigh." She's frustrated alright.
Suddenly these guys appear, one with a tray of drinks. They sit with us. One of them, a massive dark shape, starts talking to Christie and I vaguely recognise him but it's dark and I can't make out his face. The smaller one offers me a drink and I take it. Water! It's a relief actually, I've drunk so much I might be ill.