Booty

Ann felt distinctly uncomfortable as she moved through the club. It wasn't any one thing, but a thousand little things that were adding up. The first and most noticeable thing, to her, was how her body was moving. As a model, she was used to moving her body in alluring ways to show off what she was wearing. She had practiced posing for photos so much that she was familiar with how her body looked in different positions. Now, her body just seemed to move without her giving much thought to it; her walk was a sexy, runway strut, her hips swaying back and forth as she walked, she was pushing out her chest slightly more than usual, she even gave a few sultry glances here and there. Every move seemed to be an invitation, her hand brushing against her ass before resting on her hip, her hips cocked and legs subtly parted.

She had tried to consciously control her movements and while she had succeeded it took a lot of focus; if she slipped for a second, her body would settle into a more sexualized pose. Even just standing still, her hips were shifting ever so slightly, which in turn caused her butt to jiggle slightly. It almost felt like she was revving up for something, like her body was an engine.

I could totally use something with a powerful engine between my legs right about now... The desire tainted thought flitted through her conscious mind and she quickly pushed it aside.

That was another problem, various little things were breaking her focus. A stray thought would drift into her head and she'd lose track of where she was going or she thought she saw someone she recognized out of the corner of her eye, but when she turned to look they were gone. And everywhere she looked, everyone was hot. The men were delicious eye candy and the girls were gorgeous, each one of them oozed sexuality. As long as she didn't try to focus on their faces; when she did they seemed blurred and indistinct and it gave her a headache.

The music was a bit like that too; it was energetic and fast paced and made her feel energized, but every time she focused on the lyrics, which were in English, she felt it was asking her or telling her to do something lewd. And when she did focus on the music, her body started to move along to the rhythm unconsciously. It was subtle, at first, her hands would brush across her stomach as she swayed her hips, then her arms would cross over her breasts as she rolled her shoulders, and then it would get worse. She caught herself several times before she started twerking or grinding against a nearby table.

She was fighting against the desire to just let loose and go with the music. She had... something she had to do, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to remember what that was.

"Ann-chan? Wow, it is you!" A familiar voice caught her attention over the din of the music. "You don't look like you're having fun."

Ann turned towards the voice and everything seemed to just stop. Ann was looking at Shiho Suzui. It had been a long time since Ann had seen Shiho, due to the fact that Shiho had moved away a long time ago and currently, Ann's modeling career kept her busy. They kept in touch mostly through text messages and the occasional phone call, they were best friends after all, but for Ann, the last time they they had physically seen each other was just before Shiho had moved.

A little voice in Ann's head told her that Shiho couldn't be here, that this must be a cognitive being. But just seeing her friend again, even if it was a fake, was enough to make her forget all of those worries and concerns.

Shiho's face and hairstyle was the same as Ann had remembered it last. There wasn't any trace of makeup on her cheeks or lips, which accentuated her natural beauty. Ann's eyes drifted lower to Shiho's body and widened mildly in surprise. This Shiho was obviously stacked, Ann felt the urge to compare sizes with her hands, because Shiho looked to be more than a handful. She wore a body stocking with a small tube top covering her chest and a pair of booty shorts that barely covered her ass and platform booties that gave a her a bit more height. It was an outfit far more lewd than that bunny girl outfit that another cognitive version of her once wore, but she fit right in in the club atmosphere.

"It's great to see you again!" Shiho looked genuinely happy. "You look a bit down though. What's wrong?"

"N-nothing's wrong." Ann tried to smile back. She knew how much Shiho cared for her and couldn't stand to see her worried.

"Really?" Shiho eyed Ann with incredulity. "Hey, let's get on the dance floor together! We can have some fun and that'll cheer you up!"

"Uh... w-wait a minute!" Ann protested as Shiho grabbed her arm and pulled her out onto the dance floor.

Shiho immediately began moving to the music, swaying her hips side to side while thrusting her butt outwards ever so slightly.

"Hey, Ann-chan, those are English lyrics, right? What are they saying?" Shiho asked as she danced.

Big, big booty

What you got a big booty (ooh)

Big, big booty

What you got a big booty?

Ann didn't reply as she was captivated by the lyrics and music. She stuck her ass out further and started gyrating her hips faster. The lyrics... they were pretty spot on when it came to describing her own body movements. Her ass jiggled and bounced around with every step she took; her ass was so phat... her badonkadonk was so fat... her round bubble-butt was bouncing all about. Every single word described her perfectly.

Ann smirked as she squeezed her butt cheek and then pressed them both together, making them clap.

Futaba thought she was all that? Ha! The little nerd was no match for my sexy ass. I'm way better looking and hotter than her. She called her flat little ass a dump truck? Clearly she had no clue what real asses looked like.

Ann bounced her ass up and down in time to the song's rhythm. And a bit of doubt also bounced around her head; how could she show up to a photoshoot with this oversized butt? Models like her had to keep their bodies tight and trim, not flaunt curves.

A solid impact against her backside bounced that thought away. She glanced back and saw Shiho who had slammed her butt into Ann's.

"Isn't this better?" Shiho smiled brightly at Ann. "I mean, we're having fun here, aren't we?"

She raised her arms above her head as she swayed, it looked like she was getting ready for another slam. Ann grinned, getting ready herself since she couldn't let her friend down.

The two girls continued to bump each other's butts and grind themselves together to the beat. This was great, Shiho looked like she was having fun. That's what mattered most to Ann. If she could make other people happy by showing off her body and twerking her ass to music, then who cared about modeling? Making people happy, seeing Shiho happy made Ann feel good too. The music, the atmosphere, the gooey, fluffy feelings inside her chest—it just felt so damn right.