Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)

Chapter 17 by Storier Storier

Time to dance? And how are your "remodeled" friends fairing?

Dance with Pearl

You're emotionally exhausted after talking with Pearl, but the loud music and wild, uninhibited dancing is just what the doctor ordered.

You dance with Pearl. You've been friends for years, but somehow, you've never seen this side of her, the **** side. Her devil-may-care energy is the total flipside of the dark, brooding girl you thought you knew. It's enchanting.

She dances close to you, her body never quite leaving contact with yours. The barely restrained bounce of her full chest, the sway of her broad hips, the crook of her smile, all of it hypnotizes you. However you move, your hands find excuses to drift back to Pearl's waist, where they slide down to her swinging hips. Whenever this happens, Pearl rewards you with a smirk, a peck on the lips, and wraps her arms around the back of your neck. You dance like that till the music shifts beat and breaks you apart again.

You notice the coming and going of your friends in your peripheral vision.

Jane flits here and there on her scooter, pulling off the occasional trick for nearby ravers.

Yutong chats awkwardly with a skinny guy on the edge of the dance floor, avoiding the crowd as much as possible.

Sully and Indy crash into the mosh pit together, belting out lyrics of a song you don't know.

But your attention is caught on Pearl. You feel like a fly caught in a web. Nothing you do matters. You're not going anywhere unless Pearl wants you to.

The rave devolves as the night drags late.

Over in the rest area, you spot Yutong sitting across the same skinny guy's lap from before. She kisses him passionately while he hugs her hard around the waist, as if afraid she'll disappear.

Sully and Indy dance adjacent to you and Pearl. Indy presses her back against her new fiance, stroking Sully's jaw while his hands slide sensuously over the front of her bodysuit, no inch of her spared.

Jane's still gliding around the dance floor on her scooter, but her sports bra has gone MIA. A cheer rises from the men wherever the former redhead goes.

Watching your longtime crush parade topless in front of you just about makes your brain explode. On one hand, her tits are perfect and bouncy. On the other hand, every other guy here is getting the same show you are. Your feelings on the matter are confused. Jealousy, desire, and concern, mix together, distracting you from Pearl, and her increasingly sensual dancing.

You feel like you're losing your shot at Jane. Is this really how you wanted the night to go?

Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)