You throw on some clothes and head to the front desk where you ask the receptionist if there are any bars nearby.
"There sure is Mr. ." she responds, "The Mac is just down the street. About a five minute walk."
You thank her and start walking. You hear the club before you see it. The deep pulsing bass and shrieking sirens prepare you for the bright neon red sign that turns everything in the street crimson. You pay the cover to a brick wall of a man and walk in.
Your immediately overwhelmed by the amount of people squeezed into this fairly large club. Below you, the dance floor is packed. You can't imagine how those people are able to move, much less dance, with so many others around them. There are also cages set about the club, raised 3 or 4 feet off the ground with girls inside each. And at the far end of the dance floor, is the bar.
You make your way down the stairs and begin your journey through the mass of bodies. People press in from all sides and you can feel your dick begin to grow. It is so tightly packed that girl's breasts are constantly crushed up against you no matter where you move. You can also feel bodies and hands pressed up against your crotch. You notice that there tends to be a suspicious amount of hands that make it to the front of your pants.
When you finally make it to the end of the dance floor, you are greeted by a huge crowd of people waiting for drinks. If anything they seem to be more compressed than the dance crowd. It will take forever to get through that crowd, but a drink is the reason you came here. As you think about your dilema, you lean against the cage beside you, and feel something bump into you.
You look in the cage to see two girls, a tall blond and a shorter brunette facing eachother. The blond's back is against the side of the cage while the thin brunette crouches down and begins licking and sucking on the her belly. As the blond closes her eyes in pleasure, the brunette pulls herself back up, and leans into the brunette.
You can see their tongues explore eachother's mouths and lips. You can also feel your cock pressing against your pants with the need to be released. As the two break away from their kiss the brunette looks down at you and smiles.
"Like the show?" She shouts to you over the music.
"Not bad." you answer, "I came for a drink and got an eyefull."
The blond looks at you and smiles teasingly, "Well shouldn't you be getting a drink instead of just staring? I mean, judging by that bulge in your pants, I thought you'd rather be in here with us, but if you really need a drink..." |