Chapter 4: Hotel Nightclub

The music thumped as Marsha, Van, and Sam danced in the dark night club on the first floor of their hotel, The Underground. As the songs transitioned with precision, Marsha danced closer to Van, “I can feel the bass pounding in my chest” she said leaning in. “Kind of like you at the Palace” she added as she laughed and danced away into the crowd. Van looked over at Sam. He was dancing with some girl. She was super hot wearing tight black and white capris and a black top with a swooping neckline. So swooping that Van could see the sun tattoo above her belly button. Only magic or maybe tape kept her large tits out of the club air. Sam always finds his girl. Van couldn’t judge because he had found his own girl too.

Song after song they danced. Van pulled his girl close and she kissed him full on the lips. Her arms wrapped around his back grabbing his shoulders. Van was surprised. He wasn’t going to push her away after feeling her ass grind on his crotch as they danced. He wrapped his own arms around her pulling her closer. Leaning back against the wall the pair continued their make-out session. Out of the corer of his eye, Van saw Sam’s chesty partner pull him away into the crowd. Van was too involved to care as he let his hands roam up and around his own partner’s body. Their tongues swirled, dancing with each other as their faces smashed together. Her hand stroked the front of his pants coaxing Van’s cock to test the fabric’s boundaries. He in turn was exploring the soft supple feel of her ass. As he was inching her skirt further up, she reached behind him, grabbing his hands and her skirt at the same time. Van thought he pushed too far and the fun was over. She pulled her had back and gave him a quizzical look. Van gave her the sheepish, “had to try” look. Without words she turned and walked toward a group of high tables in the corner. Van just let her walk away, cursing to himself.

She stopped a few feet away, turned back towards Van letting him know he should be following her. A mental fist pump later and Van was shuffling in step to the table. She sat down facing the raving dance floor with her back to the wall. She never let go of Van’s hand, guiding him behind her. With the sea of people gyrating before them lit only by the lasers and light show, the pair returned to their tongue dance. Van rock hard cock strained against his shorts as it pressed against his partner. She reached behind her grabbing it between her thumb and index finger. She fumbled with the zipper and fished Van’s cock into the open air. I didn’t take much effort as it was fighting to free itself anyway. Van felt her warm hand tug from the base of his shaft to the base of its head. Breaking their kiss she leaned forward on the stool bringing Van’s cock in line with her pussy. Van didn’t realize she let her skirt ride up in the back and she was at the perfect height. She guided him into her slick slot. Van felt her pussy envelope him as he slide into her. When he could go no further, he reached forward grabbing her hips. He withdrew 3/4s of the way and used her hips to thrust forward. She steadied herself using the table as leverage. Van rammed his cock home. If she made a sound, the music was too loud to hear it. Van was not being gentle as he fucked her pussy in time with the music. Music that made no signs of slowing down. He ferociously pummeled her pussy as she leaned forward enjoying the pounding. Van was holding out as long as this pace would allow. He saw her hands clamp down on the table as he felt her pussy clamp down on his cock. This was his signal to let go. He didn’t have a choice. His balls contracted and covered the inside of his dance partner’s walls with a final powerful thrust. The two stayed in position few moments as Van’s cock deflated slipping from her hole. She looked back and smiled at him. As Van smiled back, she got up, rubbed his chest as she gave him a deep kiss. Just like that she sauntered back into the crowd.