At the club

When Eleanor stepped out of her Uber, Aiden and Mara were waiting for her outside the club. Aiden was dressed fashionably but not eye-catchingly - black pants, nice boots, a grey button-down shirt - as though he was purposely fading into the background and making Mara the center of attention. And she certainly was. She wore black platform heels - pleasers, Ellie thought they were called - that, despite her short stature, made her a couple inches taller than Ellie's 5'6". Ellie's eyes followed her fishnet tights up her legs - way, way up her legs - to an incredibly short, tight black pleather skirt that looked like little more than a belt. It became clear beyond that point that the fishnets were not in fact tights, but a bodystocking; fishnet covered her otherwise-bare midriff, showing off her navel jewelry, and her chest and arms. The only other thing covering her chest was a lacy black bralette; as Eleanor got close to them, under the relatively-bright streetlight, she could catch just a glimpse of nipple behind the semi-sheer fabric of the bralette.

Mara cut short the awkwardness of Ellie's gay panic by embracing her with a smile. "Hi girl! You look great!"

"Thank you," Ellie said with a blush, and hugged Aiden too.

"You ready?" he asked her with an easy smile.

She nodded, then started to join the line to enter the club. "Wait. That won't be necessary." Aiden smirked, then gestured toward Mara, who was walking toward the front of the line. She glanced back and gestured for Ellie and Aiden to follow her.

She reached the bouncer, a big bald man who had just handed someone their ID back and was looking up to ID the next person in line. Instead he saw Mara and his mouth twitched into a small smile. "Hey Mara," he said in a gravelly voice. "Come on through." He gave a welcoming gesture and waved the three of them into the front door. As Mara passed him, she placed a hand on his chest and winked at him. "Thanks as always, Bobby!"

Ellie heard a few scattered groans behind them, but most people seemed to understand that some people are VIPs and get special treatment. She just wasn't sure why they were VIPs. "Hey Mara," she whispered as they passed coat check, "how did you do that?"

Aiden answered for her. "Oh that's simple. At some point tonight, Bobby will go on break and text Mara. She'll disappear for a few minutes, then Bobby will go back to work feeling a little perkier." Mara just laughed and shook her head.

Stunned, Eleanor followed Aiden and Mara into the club. They beelined for the bar, and suddenly Eleanor realized, wait, we're all 18. How the hell is this going to work? But Aiden and Mara were both confidently approaching the bar and waving at a bartender they appeared to know.

"Lana, this is Ellie!" Mara yelled over the crowd noise. Ellie looked over at the bartender, Lana - a woman about her height, with short, artfully-mussed bright red hair. She had smudged, smoky eye makeup, blood-red lipstick, a septum piercing, a spiked black collar, sleeves of tattoos up both arms, and a tight little black tank top.

"Hey girl, nice to meet you! What can I get y'all?"

Ellie didn't hear Mara's response, but within a few moments there were six shots of a light brown liquor in front of them on the bar. "You like rum?" Mara asked into Ellie's ear.

"I've never had it!"

"Tilt your head back and swallow quickly!" Mara said with a wink. She and Aiden both picked up a shot and held them up, waiting for Ellie to clink one of hers against them.

She did, heart beating hard. I'm having shots in a nightclub with two people I've had sex with. My life just changed so quickly. After they toasted, all three shot the rum quickly. Ellie managed to swallow before the burn hit, then let out a groan. "Whoa! That's strong!!"

"That's the idea, babygirl!" Mara said, and Aiden grinned.

"One more," he said, "then off to the dance floor. Shots are a better lubricant for dancing because you don't have to hold anything or pee as often."

They clinked glasses, downed their shots, and headed for the dance floor. Ellie was nervous - she'd never really danced before. Not this kind, anyway. Mara seemed to have noticed, though.

She put her hands on Ellie's waist and stepped in close. "Okay, cutie. All you gotta do is back that cute ass up against Aiden," she pushed, gently, and Ellie felt her ass bump against Aiden's crotch, and his hands land on her hips, "and grind." Mara and Aiden's hands both started moving in time with the thumping music, nudging her hips first one way, then the other. She felt pressure on her ass as Aiden pulled her tighter to him, his own hips moving in waves. She immediately imagined his cock rubbing against her ass, and felt a flush of warmth.

Mara was swaying her hips as well, and met Ellie's eyes. "There you go, exactly like that," she said with a big smile. "Good girl." She turned around, backing up into Ellie's crotch, and started rubbing her ass aggressively against Ellie's cock. It was stirring already, only emboldened by the new sensation, and Ellie felt herself get hard. She blushed, hoping nobody would notice if Mara moved away.

Sooner than expected, she did exactly that. She held up her phone, with a visible new message notification, and blew Ellie and Aiden a kiss. "Duty calls," she said with a wink, and was gone.

There Ellie was, grinding her ass against Aiden, with a growing erection, hoping the lights were low enough and her underwear was up to the task of minimizing the visibility of her bulge. Aiden did not let up, as if he knew how embarrassed she was. His hands gripped her hips tight, almost possessively, occasionally wandering to her tummy, thighs, ass, chest. And his lips were cycling between her shoulder, neck, and ear - hot breath, kisses, and the occasional nibble. Then Aiden bit down where her neck met her shoulder, and she heard herself moan - and hoped no one else did.

She felt Aiden's hand snake down from her hip to the front of her thigh, then felt it pull up her skirt and find its way to her cock. He gripped it, hard, and started rubbing it through her panties. A tiny, tiny part of Ellie's brain wanted to get away from it, to cover herself back up, to not draw attention - but the vast majority of her was completely entranced. She humped back against Aiden, imagining him slipping his cock into her from behind--

"Wanna go somewhere quieter?" Aiden whispered into her ear.

"Y-yes," she said breathlessly, and he was off. She followed as best she could, hands awkwardly adjusting her erection while trying not to look like she was adjusting her erection.

Aiden led her to the edge of the dancefloor, into the shadows of the edges of the room, and through a doorway Eleanor hadn't even noticed. They found themselves in a little storage area just off the main room of the club; there were stacks of boxes here, covering the majority of the floor, but there was a little narrow alley further into the room, around a corner from the open doorway.

Aiden stepped into the little corridor between the boxes, grabbed Ellie by the shoulders, and spun her around, pulling her back against his chest. Her eyes were wide as his hands grabbed her hips and his breath hit her ear. "Right out there are hundreds of people," he said in her ear. She could see the dancefloor and the strobing lights of the club still, peeking over the tops of the boxes stacked around her on three sides. Nobody would be able to see much just glancing into this room, but if somebody were to come into the room, just as easily as Ellie and Aiden did...she shuddered.

"But it's just us in here," Aiden continued. "I could feel how worked up you were getting out there. Why don't you take that pretty little cock out and relieve that pressure for me?"

Heart pounding in her ears, Ellie felt herself obeying. She pulled up her skirt - Aiden helpfully took hold of it, keeping it out of her way - and pushed her panties down around her thighs. The cool air of the club hit her blood-hot cock, sending an little shiver through her body. She took hold of her cock and immediately moaned at how good it felt, even before she started stroking.

But she very quickly started stroking. Her nerves about jerking off in the nightclub were nothing compared to how horny she felt. And Aiden drove her on. "Good girl," he whispered. "You like this, don't you? Exposing yourself like twenty feet away from people? Getting off on the humiliation of being ordered to do this?" She shuddered. "Yeah," he said with a chuckle. "You're easy to read, babygirl."

Ellie started pumping harder. She knew she wouldn't last long. She was just starting to open her mouth to ask Aiden for permission to cum--

--and then she saw the clear silhouette of a person crossing through the doorway of the storage room.