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The throb of the drums and bass reverberated through the grimy goth club. On the walls vast and colorful murals replete with grinning skulls and symbols seemed to reach and retreat with the shifting shadows. A troubled herd of pool tables clustered in one corner, surrounded by players with sticks, and dark nooks with old couches and chairs hugged the sides of the room.

This was one of her favorite spots. Nothing fancy. Nothing pretending to be anything it wasn’t, except maybe for a few of the wannabe heavies with plaited hair and oiled beards sitting admiring their own tattooed, gym-muscled forearms at the bar, as they lined up beer after beer.

She always found at least a few people she knew there. But tonight, she had come with company. Just a friend, who maybe wanted to be more. It was hard to say with Michael. She looked over at him, a big viking of a man with long, dirty blonde hair streaming loose down his back, his biker cut and bare arms, tight ass stretching his black jeans as he leant over to play a pool shot. She thought he wanted connection way more than sex, and she was happy to leave it that way.

It didn’t help her though, not at this moment when her need for the feel of a hard, lean body, warm mouth and rough hands was pulsing through her in a steady beat along with the music.

Shoving her way through bodies at the bar she signalled the club manager, who looked up with a grin on his ugly, unshaven face. Harry didn’t have to ask. He just reached under the bar and started laying out shot glasses, the tequila bottle in his other hand.

A couple of the bearded barflies eyed her up. She didn’t quite fit in here. She had come straight from the office, stopping only long enough to pull on some boots and a calf-length jacket over her short skirt and ruffled white top. Just enough to keep her warm and provide a bit of protection on the back of Michael’s bike. She looked them over, gauging which if any were likely partners for the night. None of them! “Bunch of pretentious gits,” she muttered under her breath, smiling at Harry and throwing back her tequila in synch with him.

The evening wore on. The tequila flowed generously. Harry started looking interesting in a rakish kinda way. And yet, her usual restlessness and etimesgut escort ennui kept her distant from any potential move. Everything had started to feel a little…pointless. Her head too busy to allow her body to take what it needed.

That was when Danni bounced up. Ohhhh Danni. She recognised a taker when she saw one but didn’t care. Danni was too obvious to get upset with, and too charismatic to ignore. A curvy girl in worn-out old clothes that did little to contain her massive, rounded breasts, or hide her faded and extensive tattoos. Huge, jewel-bright blue eyes in a Slavic face with high cheekbones and slightly purple lips. Danni was warm, loving, cuddly and always needing….something. She didn’t mind. She liked her and chose to take it on, for now.

The two-person tequila shots extended to three. She signalled to Harry that she would cover Danni’s bar bill.

As if sensing her need, Danni moved in closer, leaning like a puppy against her. She reached over absently and stroked Danni’s long dark hair. Hmmm. Harry looked over from his vantage point and grinned at the two of them, cocking his head slightly and indicating they should follow him as he walked across to the door marked Management Only.

Michael grabbed her by the arm halfway across the room. He held both of their helmets slung over one hand. “I’m pulling out for the night,” he yelled over the thumping music, “let’s go hey!” She considered, and then shook her head. “Nah, I think I’ll stay. I’ll find my own way home tonight.”

“You sure,” he looked concerned. Big-brother style. She shook off his hand and nodded, smiling slightly. “Quite sure!”

In the club office Danni was already cosying up to Harry, sitting suggestively forward on a pile of beer crates, and exposing a clear view down her cleavage.

“Ahh, here she is,” Harry smiled, handing her another shot glass. “What, no lemon?”

“Lemon’s for sissies,” Danni said with the clear certainty only the young have.

She laughed, low and guttural. A little bit of a spark coursed through her. A tiny tingle of anticipation.

“So girls,” Harry drawled, “slow night huh?”

“Very,” she agreed. “Quite dull, in fact”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he breathed, reaching etlik escort for both Danni and her at the same time, pulling them closer.

Oh… there it was. That sudden chemical rush and thrill. Just what she had been wanting all night. She leaned in and kissed Harry, feeling his rough stubble scrape against her soft skin. He was a good kisser. He grabbed her hand and held it firmly against his swelling groin and she laughed again, deep and low into his mouth. She could see Danni lurking out of the corner of her eye.

“Oh no,” she said, “we seem to be leaving somebody out. It can’t all be for you Harry.”

Turning slightly, she smiled at Danni. Danni grinned back and nodded. They were of a similar mischievous mind. And Harry was going to be their willing victim. And the tequila made all of this so easy. So natural and uninhibited.

They reached for each other and started to kiss deeply. Danni moaned into her mouth. She was clearly just as needy tonight. She pushed Danni gently back against the plastic beer crates and ran her hands down her arms from shoulder to wrist, releasing each dress strap at the same time and freeing her heavy breasts to the air. Danni’s nipples stood erect in the cool air of the room, so she ran her thumb and finger over them, rolling them until Danni moaned again and pressed herself hard up against her.

From beyond the office door, she could hear the music shift into a new, slower beat, primal. The bass rumbled through the floor and walls, and her body, beating in time with the blood pulsing through her clit.

Harry came up behind them, running his hands over them both. He smelled like smoke, beer, and sweat. “My turn, girls,” he rasped, pushing Danni down onto her knees on the cold cement floor. She reached for his zip, pulling it down slowly with an evil grin on her smudged face. His heavy cock sprang out, curving up until it brushed his bare belly, long and ready. A drop of liquid sat like a pearl at the tip. She could hear his breath coming faster, and it amused her and turned her on, all at the same time.

In a teasing move she pulled Danni away and back up, kissing her deeply again, before kneeling down in front of them both. Making as if to take his cock in her mouth she eyüp escort breathed over its quivering length and then turned back, pulling Danni’s skirts up above her waist. Danni wasn’t wearing anything under there, and her bare, sweetly flushed pussy peeked out at just the right angle to nuzzle. She gently spread Danni’s legs just a little, ran her fingers gently over her warm mound, making her gasp, Gauging her reaction. She wanted it, clearly. Slowly she lowered her mouth, sucking and pushing her face into Danni’s bare cleft.

“You girls are killing me,” Harry groaned.

“Mmmmm… Join in then,” she said.

He moved behind Danni and rubbed his swollen cock through the gap between her thighs, the tip extending through just where she could give it some attention as she continued to pleasure Danni. Juices from Danni’s pussy coated her mouth, as she continued licking and nuzzling, finding her rhythm. She ran her hands through the gap and cupped Harry’s balls as he continued to grind Danni from behind, sliding himself backwards and forwards through her legs. As she watched, his pace increased, and she could hear him gasping roughly.

Danni’s moans were getting more rapid. Her breath coming in little pants now. The thumping music picked up its pace too, heavy and hard. Perfect!

She slid two fingers slowly into Danni’s slick, tight opening, and rubbed hard against the soft, hot, deliciously sensitive spot she found there. Danni pushed against her mouth and hand, as she slowly increased the pressure. It was easy to work a pussy when you knew exactly what a pussy liked. She lowered her face back onto Danni’s swollen clit and nether lips, sucking with firm and unrelenting pressure. Danni’s climax came hard…short, sharp spasms that rolled through her like waves, as her legs buckled, just a little. She steadied the trembling girl with both hands and waited.

Behind Danni Harry thrust once more, then gasped and groaned, and hot, creamy fluid leaked in spurts from the tip of his cock where it nestled still between soft thighs.

She stood, wiping her hand nonchalantly on her skirt. Of the three of them she looked as if she had just stepped out of a business meeting. Her hair was hardly tousled, and she straightened her own clothes with a quick flick. The other two looked thoroughly drained and fucked, cheeks flushed, eyes closed, leaning against each other like two toppled dominoes.

“Shall we get back to the club,” she said calmly.

After all, she had had what she wanted, for now…

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