A club favorite

Carly was beautiful and popular. Ever since she started coming to the club, she quickly became a club favorite. All the guys adored her, and wanted her in the worst way. But if she were interested in any of them, she never did show it, which led most of the regulars to believe she was into girls, and not guys.

It was a typical night at the club as she walked through the front doors. Everyone greeted her as she made her way to the bar, flashing that beautiful smile of hers. They watched her go as her wide hips swayed and her ample butt bounced noticeably. "Man, your hips are made for baby making!" one of the guys called out as she walked by him.

She turned around, politely smiled at him, and gave him a wink. "How nice of you to say," she said. "If you're man enough to say it, maybe you're man enough to do it." She put her hand on his crotch, and felt for his penis. What she felt was a small, pulsing lump. But instead of demoralizing the poor guy completely, she simply said, "Or maybe not," and continued on her way to the bar. She didn't much care for berating others, or causing conflict, though conflict was bound and determined to find her. This is probably in part why so many people liked her. She was like a **** that calmed the storm.

One could say her breasts were above average, and that her frame was typically Rubenesque. She was curvy and sexy, and very desirable. Tonight she wore all black. She wore a black leather mini skirt that tied and fastened in the front with a mesh bodysuit that covered her from neck to toe. Underneath the mesh she wore something similar to a sport bra that had a keyhole which showed off her nice natural cleavage. This was topped off with the usual choker she wore that had a cross dangling from it and a pair of black Ugg boots.

Once at the bar, she ordered a Mojito. Once her drink was in hand, she turned to go find her best friend Chloe Masters. Chloe usually sat in one of the booths close to the dance floor, which meant she had to traverse through the usual dancing bodies to get to the other side of the club. There were some who stopped her along the way, asking her to dance with them for a bit, and she politely accepted, dancing her way across the floor.

Finally she arrived at her destination. Chloe stood up, and waved at her to come over and have a seat. As she made her way to Chloe's booth, conflict finally caught up with her in the person of one Nelly Bergstrom.