Fuck This Job

Finally my shift ends and it's time to go dancing. I check my hair and makeup in the bathroom mirror, lock up and I'm the fuck on out of here. I get in my red beat to shit 1969 Dodge Charger that I'm restoring and off I go!

I show the dude at the door my ID and he stamps my hand indicating I'm legal to enter but can't have **** which is fine, I'm here to get pussy and or dick not drink. The DJ plays the beats and I hit the dance floor. As I'm dancing a fellow futa starts dancing with me. She's got big tits and a tiny waist. She's wearing a pink camisole, pink miniskirt and pink platform sandals. Her hair is pink.

"Wow that's a lot of pink!" She giggles." Like thanks, I love your purple hair!" "Why thank you! Is your bean bag as pink as your outfit?" Again she giggles as she knees me in the nuts. I continue dancing as I grab my balls. She didn't knee me hard, just a litte tap that hurt for about two seconds.

She then asks as she laughs." Is your nutsack purple and black like your hair and outfit? If not I can knee you harder." "Do you promise?" She gives my balls another zap with her sexy knee. "Oof!" Now that one hurt. She then leans in and says in my ear." My turn now!" A futa after my own heart. I bring my knee up between her legs and she bends at the waist a bit as she dances." Take a bow!" When the song ends we go out to the club's porch to smoke a cigarette.

"My name's Candace,Candi for short what's yours?" "Jennifer." Candi gets a sly grin." Well Jennifer I don't like to beat around the bush. Would you like to come back to my place and have sex?" I grin back." It would be my pleasure beautiful."

We get in our cars and I follow her to her apartment.