Chapter 18

We all got up, except for Nicole, and went to the dance floor. We found a spot at the edge and started dancing. They made me dance in the middle of them. I thought this was nice of them. It made me a little protected from all the other people around us.

While we danced, I turned around and made sure I danced with every single one for a moment. I enjoyed this, and the people around us appreciated me jumping around.

The DJ played primarily modern dance music, but now and then, he threw in an oldie. I have always loved those older pop songs and could almost always sing along with them. I was having a blast of a time, and then the music changed. They played a slow song, and couples formed on the dance floor. Tim, Linda, Patrick, and Claudia had already started dancing as two separate couples. When I noticed a few nearby boys looking at me, I decided John would be the guy to dance with me.

I pushed myself up against John and asked, “Wanna dance?”

“Sure,” he said and wrapped his arms around me. I put my hands behind his neck, and we started to dance. I could feel how his shirt rubbed my nipples and how hot his body felt through his clothes. It felt very nice. And he could also dance. He wasn’t just moving from right to left but had a specific dancing pattern. I needed a few seconds to pick up on this. But it was nice to dance like this with him once I knew the moves.

“Are you enjoying yourself,” he asked me.

“Uh-huh,” is responded. “I love it here.”

“How well do you know Nicole?” he asked me.

“To be honest, not that good.”

“I’m just wondering how she managed us to get a private area,” he said. “Patrick does these things also sometimes, but he always shrugs our questions off when we ask how he did that.”

“The only thing I can think of is that they have money. Didn’t you notice that Nicole has a black card? That’s not something that they give to just anyone.”

“No, I hadn’t noticed,” John said.

“Didn’t you see how the Maître d’s attitude changed when Nicole paid for our dinner?”

“I noticed,” John said. “That woman had already been very nice to us, but afterward, it was as if she realized she hadn’t paid enough attention to us.”

“Well, whatever it is. I just want to enjoy myself for now.”

John pulled me closer and said, “Yeah, me too.”

We kept on dancing until the music changed again. This time it was Rock, and we all took a breather. The bouncers let us back into our area, and we all ordered another drink with the waitress. This time she had only one extra waitress with her when she brought our drinks.

We just sat there for a moment while we watched the other people dance, and a few of them kept on looking at me.

I hadn’t realized it yet, but I didn’t feel strange about sitting there butt-ass naked, except for the ropes simulating a bikini. In fact, I often forgot all about it. I only remember being naked whenever I see someone intently staring at me.

Claudia pulled us back onto the dance floor when a famous disco tune started playing. This time, we danced a little more towards the center of the dance floor, and there we really went for it. Some people around us joined our little group, and it didn’t take long, or I was dancing with a stranger. He had some nice moves, and I started to mimic them. It was a simple step: just the right foot forward and back, then the left forward and back, and repeat. While putting your leg forward, you also twisted your body a little. When we were in the same rhythm, he moved closer, and we were almost dancing chest to chest. Well, my nipples did touch his chest sometimes. He was exciting me.

We danced like this for three songs until they started playing slower music again. The boy held his hand out and asked, “May I have this dance?”

“Sure,” I said and accepted his hand.

I wrapped my hands around his neck, and he pulled me closer. He slowly danced with me like most people, but it was still enjoyable. When he moved his head next to mine, he whispered, “God! You’re hot.”

“Thanks,” I whispered back.

“Is someone forcing you to run around like this?”

“No. Why do you ask?”

“Well, those ropes. Aren’t you wearing this because you are someone’s sex slave?”

I giggled and told him the truth. “I’m a submissive, but not a sex slave. And, this evening, I’m wearing this because I wanted to wear it, not because someone said I had to wear it.”

“So, you’re doing this for fun?”

“Yes.”

“Cool,” he said, lowering his hands on my ass.

“Aren’t you afraid your girlfriend will get jealous?”

He chuckled and said, “It was her idea.”

“Her idea?”

“She wanted me to seduce you.”

“Really? Why?”

“I think she is as hot for you as I am.”

“I hope I won’t disappoint, but I’m not going to have sex with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“That’s okay. As long as you don’t mind me feeling you up a little.”

“That’s fine with me,” I told him.

In response, he squeezed my ass.

“You know, you have really nice skin.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m not just saying this; your skin is smooth, almost silk-like.”

“Good genes,” I lied to him.

“Mind if my girlfriend touches you?”

“Um ... here?” I asked.

“Do you mind? Else we can find a more private place.”

“No, here is fine,” I told him.

I noticed his hand left my ass, only for a moment, though. And then, suddenly, I felt a warm body pressing against my back.

“Hi,” the girl whispered in my ear.

“Hi,” I said back.

Her hands slipped in between her boyfriend’s body and mine, and she didn’t stop until her hands had reached my breasts.

“Don’t you find her skin silk-like?” he asked his girlfriend.

She moved her hands over my breasts and said, “Yes. It feels nice.”

“She said she won’t have sex with us, sorry.”

The girl squeezed my breasts and asked, “Why not?”

“I promised someone I wouldn’t,” I told them. Even when I knew it had only been for this afternoon, I wasn’t sure if my friends would want me to have sex now with someone they didn’t know. I had a feeling they wanted to have me for their own. Hopefully soon.

“Pity,” the girl said. “We could have had a lot of fun together.”

Then the music turned into Rock again, and hesitantly, they let go of me. I turned around and looked into the hazel-brown eyes of a brunette. She smiled at me and said, “Can’t I sway you.” She pulled her tank top down and showed me her breasts.

I smiled at her and said, “They are nice, but no, I won’t break my promise.”

“I can respect that,” she said, covering her breasts again. “Maybe another time.”

“Maybe,” I said.

She then went to her boyfriend and pulled him away. I wondered if they would find a place to have a good fuck. I looked around me but didn’t see my friends anymore. Have they left me alone on the dance floor? I wondered, surprised.

Then I felt someone tapping me on my shoulder. I turned around, and a bunch of Goths stood in front of me; one of them was Alexa.