Dancin’ Dirty

Madeline, Britney and I are tearing up the town on this warm spring evening. We started our night at a hockey game, made a pitstop for a mini orgy in the back of a limousine, and now we’re headed to my favorite dance club, The Slammer. Not only is that a fun place to go, but we met some hot guys who are headed there as well. They’re having a bachelor party, and we’re excited to shake up their night just a little bit. We get to the club and there’s a line out the door, which happens frequently on weekends if you don’t arrive early. It’s getting close to midnight, and the crowd inside must be wall to wall at this point. As usual, Madeline has this under control. She walks right up to the bouncer, who is a friend of hers (she knows everyone). He hugs each of us and ushers us under the ropes, much to the anger of the people waiting in line. “When you look that hot I’ll let you in too,” we hear him roar at the complaining crowd. Stifling a laugh, we hurry into the dark, smoky, pulsating club. I can feel the music in my chest, it’s so loud, and I’m immediately caught up in a tide of bodies, moving to the music, carrying me with them into this world of decadence. I’ve already had a lot to drink tonight, and I’ve already had sex, so I’m already in that frame of mind and it only takes a few minutes of being groped on the dance floor by random guys before I’m horny again and even more light-headed. From across the room, I spot the bachelor party, and they see us at the same time. I elbow Britney and Madeline (they can’t hear me, so we use physical cues) Escort Çekmeköy and nod in the direction of the guys, who are already making their way towards us. One of them puts a shot in my hand, which I drink (against my better judgment). It’s a Buttery Nipple, my favorite, and it burns my throat as it goes down. The cute guy whose name I didn’t really learn steps right in front of me, slides one arm around my waist and the other hand on my hip and pulls me towards him so I’m straddling one of his legs. He grinds me against him, while one of his buddies steps behind me and grinds into me from the rear. Sandwiched between two hot guys, I start feeling a little warm myself, and lean back into the strong arms and chest behind me. That guy, whose face I have yet to see, reaches his arms around and grasps a breast in each hand. My head is swimming from the alcohol and the atmosphere, and I don’t even mind that his hands are there…in fact, I like it. He kneads my tits in his hands while he continues to grind against me, and I can feel his erection against my back. The cute guy in front of me leans in and plants a kiss on my lips. I close my eyes and give myself over to these sensations, allowing these two strangers the freedom to play with my body here on the dance floor. Suddenly, I hear Madeline’s voice in my ear, rousing me from my dreamlike state. “I’m going to dance,” she says, and gestures in the direction of a cage. The Slammer has four of these things positioned around the room, interspersed with shadowboxes. Gebze escort Girls periodically climb into the cages to dance (and occasionally strip), which is always hot. The shadowboxes are cool too, where a backlight projects your silhouette against the semi-translucent front of the box, so everyone in the club can see your outline. Madeline enjoys dancing in the cages, and I do too, but Britney and I have perfected the art of the shadowbox, dancing together in sensuous ways that make all of the guys within view stand at attention. I extract myself from the sandwich I am currently a part of and take Madeline’s hand as she heads for the cage. I look around for Britney, and spot her chatting up the groom-to-be at the bar, where she’s tipping back another shot. She’s fine for now, but I’ll grab her later for a little teasing in the shadowbox. Madeline and I spot two empty cages near each other and split up, each of us climbing into one as the current upbeat rap song conveniently melts into something more sultry. I let the music take over, moving my hips, raising my arms over my head and closing my eyes. There is a pole in the middle of the cage, and I make use of it, grinding against it, sliding one leg around it and wrapping it with my body. When I open my eyes I am pleased to see the bachelor party gathered around the cage, mouths agape, eyes bugging, shifting quickly between Madeline’s cage and mine. That’s what I like…making men drool. I notice a few of them adjusting themselves as their hard-on’s begin to Şerifali escort bayan strain the confines of their jeans. I catch Madeline’s eye and wink. She’s enjoying this as much as I am. When the song is over, I step out of the cage into a sea of hands fighting to help me down. When my feet touch the floor I am immediately passed from one grinding body to the next. A shot is placed in my hand, which I immediately toss back, only to have it replaced with another one. The shot gives me an idea…something I haven’t done since college…and I grab the hands of the two bachelor party-goers and pull them with me to the bar. I catch the bartender’s eye and wave him over. “Can we do body shots here?” He grins. “Only if you let me do the first one.” I grin back and pull my shirt off, hopping up on the bar and lying back. We are almost immediately surrounded by a huge throng of people. The bartender pours himself a shot and places a lime wedge in my mouth. Then he leans forward and licks my breasts, from the left to right, across my cleavage, pausing for a minute in the valley between them and dipping his tongue down low. I stay still as he shakes salt over me, where it sticks to my now-moistened breasts. He bends forward and licks the salt off, slowly, moving his tongue in a circular motion and removing all of the salt. Quickly, he tips his head back and downs the shot, then moves in and takes the lime from my lips, kissing me in the process. There is instant clamoring from the crowd as the guys all beg to do the next one. The bartender hands me another shot, which I toss back, then winks at me and starts raking in the money from horny guys eager to lick my breasts and kiss me for a lime wedge. I turn to the crowd and announce that this is a treat for the bachelor party only, which results in grins from that group and complaints from the rest.