Debauchery on the dance floor

The main dance floor was a vaulted room as long and wide as a gymnasium, filled to the brim with hot, energetic clubbers. The light was dim except for the throbbing strobes; each flash revealed swathes of colorful outfits and bare skin.

Brooke produced a tiny earset microphone, which somehow managed to pick up her voice over the pounding bass.

"Here we see the legendary club room, where all the hottest Locals come to meet the Alpha stud of their dreams! Lets get a closer look at the wild party..."

The camera zoomed in and panned across the crowd. There were three or four sex-crazed Locals for every Alpha man, and all were in various states of undress. Their bodies writhed and pulsed to the music, the women pressing their bodies against the men (and often each other).

Even in the dim light, it was clear that many of the women openly displayed signs of their various addictions. Some wore gaudy jewelry: simple gold diggers, wanting to be pampered by affluent Alpha visitors. Others had extensive body mods and clothing bearing Pearson’s Perfections logo, presumably looking for a man to further “improve” their body. Finally, many of the women were hunting for cum, literally foaming at the mouth as they sought out more Spermizan-enhanced Alpha loads.

In all of the above groups, the occasional man (or at least semi-masculine-featured person) could be seen. Cocks of various sizes bulged out of skirts, tube dresses, and netted club-wear as their Local owners danced, laughed, and pleasured Alphas.

The camera often stopped, focusing on a particular scene for a minute before moving on. The first image was a tall, muscular man in baggy clothes. He casually sipped his drink, towering over the tiny brown-haired girl bent at the waist in front of him. She was eagerly grinding her ass against him in time with the music, tossing her head back and forth and causing the long braid she wore to twirl like a streamer. The man just stood still, letting her do all the work and enjoying the show. Her bubble butt was practically jacking him off through his loose pants, and she giggled as she felt the rising bulge.

Losing his patience, the powerful man grabbed the girl’s braid and pulled her backward. She arched her back willingly, turning to give the man better access to her lips. They made out aggressively for a while, the girl’s outfit on full display to the camera: white spandex shorts that did nothing to cover her butt, and a matching crop top with “YOUR NEW FAVORITE TOY” written across the front.

At the head of the crowd the Alpha DJ stood behind his mixing board, head bobbing to the beat. On either side of him four scantily-clad bimbos danced erotically, grinding and spinning around poles fixed to the stage. Each was a different race: one a petite, pale-skinned blonde with a ridiculously thin waist, one a tall Asian with breast implants, another a visibly-pregnant Latina, and the last a curvy black woman with an ass the size of a beach ball. All four were dressed in matching golden string bikinis. A tiny heart covered each nipple, inscribed with the letter “A.” High heels completed the ensemble, emphasizing their curves as they pranced around the poles.

As the intro to the next song started up, the Ebony and Asian girls locked eyes, danced over to one another, and intertwined in a passionate embrace. After a long french kiss, their tongues started exploring more of each other’s exposed forms. By the time the bass dropped, the shorter woman was sucking on the nipples of her companion while the crowd cheered them on.

All the while, the DJ was watching with a smirk. The remaining two women began fawning over him, their arms moving back and forth as they stroked something huge beneath his mixing board. Then he whispered something in the blonde's ear and she dove down, eager to swallow his load.

The camera panned again, this time focusing on a young looking woman with high cheekbones and freckles. Her strawberry-blonde hair was tied in a pair of pigtails, and she wore a skimpy two-piece plaid schoolgirl costume that left nothing to the imagination. Batting her eyes flirtatiously, she danced up to a pair of huge black men standing at the edge of the crowd. Without a word she bent at the waist, presenting her round, white-panty-clad ass to the Alphas. Using two fingers, she rubbed at her visibly-wet pussy through her panties. After the two men grinned and nodded at each other, one of them picked up the "schoolgirl" and tossed her over his shoulder. Their prize claimed, they set off toward the exit.

In the center of the crowd, a curvy and caramel-skinned girl danced face-to-face with her younger and skinnier companion. The cleavage of her skimpy dress was slit down to her bellybutton, while the hem exposed the underside of her golden-brown ass-cheeks. As the couple were dancing and grinding, the man reached around to knead her ass and pull her even closer. She melted into the embrace, kissing and dry-humping him desperately.

Just next to them, three women in identical miniskirts and bikini tops were dancing around a young man wearing nothing but a T-shirt. One was older, while the other two were of similar age; as the camera zoomed in, it became clear that they were related... A mother and her two daughters, partying with a stranger. In one swift movement the strong man spun the older woman around, using one hand to squeeze and massage her breast while another went to the ass of one of her daughters. While the mother bit her lip and started stroking the Alpha's massive cock, the daughters began to make out in the hopes of stealing his attention. They weren't successful, though, and soon he was pulling up the MILF's skirt to slip into her soaking pussy. The camera could just barely make out the words tattooed above it: "Alpha Owned."

The scene returned to Brooke, still standing near the entrance. "As you can see, this is quite the party! But it's not all the club has to offer--If a hot and talented Local manages to attract a prime Alpha, he might take her into one of the private suites, or even the VIP area." She took a moment to lick her lips and collect herself. "...Let's move on, shall we?"

Even as she left, a look of envy crossed Brooke's face; it was obvious that she wanted nothing more than to dive into the frenzied mating dance. Biting her lip, she reluctantly continued onward.

Next up was the bar, a huge curved surface with an occupied stripper pole on either end. Most of the bar stools were being used by Alphas, while the Locals crowded around them. Some of the men flirted with (or just fucked) their suitors, while others ignored them and talked with each other. A few did a little of both, letting prettied-up bimbos suck them off while they chatted over beers.

As Brooke passed the bar line, a huge black hand reached out and slapped against one of her bouncing ass cheeks. The camera caught the spank perfectly, as well as Brooke's startled reaction. After yelping, she looked around frantically... But there was no way to tell which customer did it. Looking disappointed, she adjusted her skirt and kept walking.