Lucas had always embraced the love yourself motto a little too much. He knew just what he was. Movie star good looks standing at 6'2" with dark blonde hair and blue eyes. A jaw line that defined his face without the need for a beard, but was nevertheless graced with a neatly shaved five o'clock shadow, and muscular frame that spoke of time in the gym, but not too much time because he was a busy man with places to be.
He walked through the club with an air of confidence that was reflected in the way that the men and women parted for him. Parted for him, and looked at him with envy and lust. Lucas stopped at the bar where his friend was and clapped him on the back. After the short greeting, they both turned and looked out at the sea of people. They both knew what they were here for, and it was not to chat with each other. The world was their oyster and they planned to feast tonight.
Near them, a small, cute Asian girl with a heart shaped face, noticeably long fake lashes and a dress that was too small and too tight for her curvy figure caught Lucas's eyes. The girl, like most people around her, was already looking at him and was all too happy to hold his gaze. She licked her lips and started gravitating towards him almost unconsciously.
Lucas smirked and walked in her direction. He grabbed the girl that was on her way over to him and turned her around. With an arm around her waist and the sweet curve of her ass pressed to his crotch he smoothly guided their way to the dance floor. Somewhere along the walk, they exchanged names and he learned that her name was Emily.
As the song changed and the beats started hitting harder, Emily moved her body with it. No longer was she doing figure eights with her ass on Lucas. She had now bent over and started twerking on him. Had the people around them looked over, they would've seen an imprint of Lucas's large cock being treated to some mind-blowing, pleasurable friction.
Through the whole song, Lucas smirked and thrusted his hips into Emily's perfectly plump, but firm ass. Aiming for the crevice between the peaches covered in a tiny mini skirt, a pre-game of what was to come.