The club was hot and loud and sweaty, the air thick with perfume, spilled alcohol, and the throbbing pulse of the bass. Beams of light cut across the room in sharp lines, dancing with the crowd in rhythmic pulses. People were packed tight on the dancefloor, bodies brushing and grinding, hips rolling in time with the beat.
This was not my scene, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Max’s either, but Julie was grinning, her blue dress clinging to her skin, the thin straps barely holding it together, her breasts bouncing with every step.
“Let’s get drinks first!” Julie shouted over the music, pointing at the bar. Max nodded, still looking a little overwhelmed, his eyes darting over the crowd. I felt his pain. An evening inside with a good book or videogame was more my speed. I touched his arm lightly.
“You okay?” I mouthed.
He nodded emphatically, like he did this sort of thing every day.
“Of course!”
Julie grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bar, dragging him through the mass of dancers. I followed close behind, holding onto his other hand, pushing it between my cleavage, letting him feel the soft flesh of my tits. I pressed it there as if by mistake, like the crowd had forced the proximity, but really, I just wanted him to know what was waiting for him…
The bar was crowded, but Julie squeezed in, bending forward intentionally, her cleavage pushed in the bartender’s direction. It worked. She ordered three shots each and handed them out.
“Let’s dance!” she shouted as we all winced our faces in disgust. Sambuca. Gross. She grabbed Max’s wrist again, moving toward the centre of the club, squeezing herself between the bodies and pulling us along with her. The crowd swallowed us, pressing against us on all sides as Julie engineered out positions so he was sandwiched between us, her in front and me behind. She slipped her hands over his shoulders and rolled her body against his in time to the music.
It felt good to move, and I felt the warmth of the alcohol blossom in my chest, making me feel looser, calmer, more confident. Max moved his feet in time to the music, stepping awkwardly from side to side as Julie moved her hips, her ass sensual and inviting as she gyrated. I stepped forward, pressing my own hips into him from behind, letting him get a feel for the weight of my breasts against his back, my nipples hardening instantly.
He tensed then relaxed, allowing us to move our bodies against him.
Julie’s eyes flicked to mine over his shoulder.
She grinned and licked her lips.
Watch this.
Turning around, pressing her ass against him, she guided his hands to her waist. Then she lowered herself, bending her knees, grinding her butt into his crotch in a half-time rhythm, long, slow strokes that made her whole body ripple against him, her dress riding up dangerously high. I felt my heart beat a little faster as I saw my first flash of her panties; something red and lacey and a little transparent. She pulled her dress back down to cover herself, but it was only a half-hearted effort, and when she next bent over and arched her back it rode up ever higher.
She looked back at me and gave me another look.
You know you’ve lost, right?
Maybe she was right. Maybe she wasn’t. All I knew was that watching her here, like this, acting so slutty and needy, did something to me I wasn’t prepared for. I wanted to roll my eyes, call her ridiculous, pretend I was above it. But the truth was that the sight of her dress hitched up to her waist, her ass cheeks dragging against him, hair sticking to her damp neck…
It was making me kind of wet.
I needed to do something. I slid around to his left, letting my hand brush his stomach, my breasts squishing against him again, his forearm disappearing between them. With my other hand, I reached out and grabbed Julie’s hip. She looked back at me, momentarily surprised, and then closed her eyes and put her head back down, her hair falling back over her face as she gyrated herself against him. I leaned in, lips close to his ear.
“She’s so hot, right?”
Max swallowed, nodding wordlessly. Julie arched her back more acutely, and I decided that if she wanted to be a slut, I’d help her.
I slid my hand higher on her hip, finding the hem of her dress and moving it up a little further, inch by inch, slowly revealing more and more of her smooth tanned round ass and red panties. I pulled her tighter against him, her ass continuing to grind in a tight, deliberate rhythm. She looked back again, this time with alarm in her eyes.
Oh…fuck.
But she didn’t stop. She continued to gyrate as I took Max’s hands in mine and guided them to her, placing them either side of her ass, pulling her back even tighter against what I was now sure was his very hard cock. Julie moaned, her back arched, her gyrations getting faster, her pussy pushed up against him. Her legs started to shake a little, her breathing getting even faster. She pushed back harder, assisted by our combined grip, grinding herself against him with a sudden desperation, using his body for leverage as the music pounded through her. Her hips faltered, then rolled again in a sharp, trembling motion, her thighs quivering.
She looked back at me again, and this time the look had no message.
Just surrender.
She had lost herself in the moment.
She was going to cum.
With my breasts still pushed against him, my nipples hard and desperate for attention, I watched as the moment hit her, her whole body tightening, then shaking, her pussy pressing back in frantic little pulses against his cock. She tried to stay quiet, tried to swallow the sound, but her movements were unmistakable even in the roar of the club. Her dress was bunched around her waist, her pussy almost completely swallowing her thong, and right there in the middle of the dancefloor, she came for him, came against him, while I held her dress up and guided his hands deeper into the softness of her ass. I wanted so badly for him to grab my breasts, to roll his thumb across my nipples, to give me something, anything, to bring me closer to the pleasure Julie was experiencing right now, but just as soon as it had begun, it was over, and Julie stood upright on shaky legs and smoothed down her dress, turning to face us, her skin flushed, her hair matted and sticking to her forehead. She let out a long shaky breath and gave Max a look that was so submissive, so nakedly suggestive and slutty, that I can only imagine how horny it must have made him to be the one to receive it.
Then she looked at me and smiled. It was a look of gratitude but also of defiance, and once again the message was clear.
Julie 1, Sarah 0.
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You know this made me wonder how many times people in clubs actually had this happen now. Great part.