***Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen for this story and all of my fiction: no exceptions.
There was a lot more to the spa than rest and relaxation and they took to the in-house club with a flurry of other guests, the flashing lights and pounding music warping their sense of reality. They could have been anywhere but Mike, Stacie and Magrathe danced as if they were the only ones in the room, which, of course, included a fair bit of grinding and twisting up against one another, sloppy kisses included. The ladies were dressed as if they were much younger, short skirts and low-cut tops barely hiding anything from the imagination, the outline of their nipples easily visible through the fabric that, in the right light, was simply sheer.
It was just how they were meant to be, their bodies wanton and lustful and forever, of course, on display. And that was never supposed to be such a bad thing, a thing that would have struck those who were at the spa, if they were not hypnotised, with a sense of deep, unyielding shame. They were there, however, to be freed, allowed to wear the sluttiest clothing that they could find, anything that would show off their best assets as Mike danced and swung his mother and grandmother around him, letting them play out the fantasies of their younger selves.
Of course, Trevis and the family that they had met earlier were there too, doing just the same and having as much fun. Mike grinned and waved, catching Trevis' attention, though that in itself was a mean feat in such a heated, claustrophobic environment packed with so very many bodies.
"Hey!" Mike shouted, raising his voice in an attempt to be heard over the music. "How's it going?"
Trevis screwed up his face, trying to lean in even as Ashley ground back on him, hair floating around her face in a softening, wispy fashion. She truly was a beauty and even Mike's heart pulled for her, the younger woman that had so much to give. But she was with another man and not for him.
"What?"
He shouted back but it was, surely, a losing battle to even try to be heard when there was so much vibrant energy and pounding sound in the club. The groups were merely forced to dance and enjoy one another close by, for it was not that large a club, even if the bar did take up an entire wall in order to cater for everyone. Trevis was hardly shy too about feeling up his daughters out in a place that was very much public, no one caring if there were eyes on them as everything, really, was in the same boat even if they did not realise it. Mike's hands clung to Magrathe as if he could not bear to let her go but there was a tenuous nature to the club too that did not solely come under the influence of alcohol.
No one would never know if it was the mind control at work (not that they ever found out about it, of course) or whether they had really taken intoxicating substances other than alcohol into their system, but no one, not even Mike, had been able to say no when the tabs and pills had been passed around the club. Something to get them to loosen up, someone said as he downed one and then one more too for good measure. It would help, someone else claimed, a grin on their face. And if they were so happy, surely that meant that everything for them too would be better than just fine too?
The club took on an unearthly, supernatural quality, sound dipping and rising as if something was wrong with the speakers. Though the drugs worked quickly, they laughed and spun as if they were but a child's old-fashioned toy, a spinning top that was out of control. Around and around they went, Magrathe and Stacie even leaping about, which was far beyond the scope of their years, although what they had ingested made them feel as if they were but twenty years old all over again. The laws of age didn't apply to someone so young, oh no! And, so, they could do anything, be anyone, all as they played with the teasing sweetness that the spa and the break from reality had afforded them in such an unexpected way.
Mike, however, could not deny his need, growling in the back of his throat as he spun Magrathe around, the music getting faster and faster, louder and louder. Too loud, it was too much, everything happening far too quickly, his cock hard, need pumped up. It was all he could do to get her by the hand and drag her into the bathroom, not caring whether it was the ladies or the men's room door that he barged through, chest heaving as he panted so heavily that his lungs ached from the strain of too much breath and air bulging against them.
Yet what he found in the bathroom was to be expected, Rachel hefted up in her father's arms and pinned back against the wall, moaning loudly. Her arms slung around Trevis' neck and shoulders, clinging to him even though the drive of his body and the spear of his cock were both more than enough to stop her slipping down. She arched her back against the cool tile, which swiftly warmed to the heat of her body, skirt flipped up so that Trevis had easy access to her bare pussy, cock plunging into her over and over again.
"Oh, I'm..."
Yet Mike could not even apologise for barging in on them as his jaw dropped, though it was hard to even appear shocked as his lips stretched wide in an open-mouthed grin. How crude and how lewd... And to think that someone else had had the same idea as him was even kinkier, even cruder, the twin sister of the equation sitting up on the counter beside the sink with her skirt lifted and fingers jammed up into her pussy, openly masturbating to the very public show. Ashley smirked as they stood there, unable to do anything at all for a moment but take in the lewd sight before them, Rachel's moans rising and rising as her father fucked her with rough, rapid strokes.
Trevis didn't say anything as they appeared, a smirk being all that he had for them. Ashley chuckled faintly, head tipping back against the mirror, the reflection of the scene of the room playing out as if it was a separate film, something that they could replay and look back on as and when they pleased.
