at the nightclub
The nightclub was dim, with red lights and vanilla scented candles burning on each table.
BEA was sitting at the black granite bar when Mark walked in.
BEA felt a gush to her groin, elated at the tall, blonde, pierced boy. Martinis all around, the conversation was sharp and intelligent. BEA’s thong was soaked.
Across the smoky, crimson room BEA caught a look from a dark haired, full lipped girl.
She had a small, shrewd smile and her eyes held a naughty gaze.
BEA stared at the girl while Mark slid his finger slowly in and out, then lifted his finger out and told him to lick it with her.
Their tongues together lapping, slightly touching, tasting the wildest of honey.
The girl across the room moved in her chair and watched with envy.
Mark was hard and pulsating through his pants; she had her hand there now and he returned his finger to her bald slickness.
Mark felt BEA’s clit ring and flicked it gently with another finger, in-and-out, wet down to her knees, she was swollen and shaking, the girl across the room, her mouth parting just a bit, wanting to be there.
Black seamed stockings and bouncing round flesh on stage and the thumping rhythm of the music, driving its beat underneath the skin.
BEA felt the heat of the lava surging up through the volcano, uncontrollable now.
The scent of cunt and vanilla in every breath, she put her head in her hands and rocked his finger.
Letting go with a guttural moan, BEA ejaculated all over Mark’s hand. Sweet spray of release.
Composing herself and seeing the open mouthed faces across from her, BEA suggested more martinis for everyone and that next time they should meet at home.
