Go and stop Christy.

“Brit, get up.” I said as I patted her ass and grabbed her waist basically standing her up.

"What's going on?" Brit asked, her voice barely audible over the thumping beats. Ignoring her question, I shot her a quick apologetic glance and swiftly made my way to the bar. Dodging one group and slipping between another that was heading for the dance floor, my focus was on reaching Christy before she took a drink.

Spotting Christy near the crowded bar taking the drink in hand, I quickened my pace. Time was of the essence, and I could not let her taste whatever was in that glass. Maneuvering through the throng of people, determination etched on my face, I reached Christy just as she raised the drink to her lips. With a swift motion, my hand covered the top of her drink. In my haste, some liquid spilled, landing on her shirt and causing a startled expression.

"Christy, stop," I said firmly, my hand moving decisively to take the drink from her grasp. I wrapped my fingers around the glass's rim and pulled it away, a protective instinct kicking in.

"What the hell, Jake?" Christy protested, her expression a mix of confusion and irritation. She instinctively wiped her crop top where the spilled drink had marred the fabric and then reached for her purse.

"I saw him just spike your drink," I explained, my gaze unwavering as I shot a pointed look past her at the guy.

"Bullshit," he retorted with a smirk, his nonchalance irking me. I couldn't afford to be wrong about this.

"I saw you," I insisted, stepping around Christy to position myself between her and the guy.

"I don't know what you think you saw all the way over there, but I didn't do anything," he shook his head dismissively, a sly grin playing on his lips.

"Then you drink it," I asserted, pushing the glass back toward him. The challenge was clear in my eyes, daring him to prove me wrong.

“I am not drinking that crap. That is a girly drink.” He sneered.

“Then you did spike my drink?” Christy replied behind me in a rather loud voice getting the attention of everyone around us even over the loud music.

“No,” He said defensively looking around.

“Then you fucking drink it.” Christy pushed the drink toward him. I could see the bartender come over crossing his arms as he smirked looking at the guy.

“I am not going to sit here and let you two accuse me of shit. You want the bitch you can have her.” The man sneered and turned away. I wanted to just fucking deck him for calling her a bitch and trying to take advantage of her. I clinched my fist tightly as I could fill the anger inside me building but sadly, I had no proof he had done anything and I knew he would win if it came to a fight.

“Hey asshole.” Christey yelled as she came around behind me. The guy turned and she threw drink in his face and then as his hands went to his face kicked him between the legs with her long leg as if punting for a field goal. The guy grabbed his crotch and doubled over falling to the ground. “Who is the bitch now asshole.”

One of the bouncers ran up but stopped as he saw the guy on the ground and a hundred pound, at most soaking wet, cheerleader standing over him. “What the hell is going on here?”

“This asshole tried to spike my drink.” Christy flicked out the rest of the drink on him.

“Tony. Get this fucker out of here.” The bartender yelled and the bouncer grabbed the guy and lifted him to his feet by his collar and **** him off. The bartender looked at Christy. “Pour you another on the house sweetheart?”

“Nope.” She smiled and picked up the drink the guy had left behind which looked like a martini. She plucked the toothpick and olive from the drink and took a bit. We headed back for the table.

“Oh my god. Christy.” Brit ran over giving Christy a hug. “That was fucking awesome.”

“What happened?” Alice asked.

“I thought I saw him put something in her drink.” I shrugged.

“Asshole.” Christy said.

“You didn’t drink any, did you?” Gwen inquired.

“Just a sip. Afraid I got more on me than in me.” Christy said as she went and sat her drink down as she dabbed at the mark on her shirt.

“Sorry about that,” I smirked.

“Easy enough to fix,” Christy replied and pulled the top up over her head.

“Well, someone got into a fight and Christy is stripping as usual. Now it’s a party. Woo…” Brit threw her hands up in the air.

“Eat me little bit,” Chirsty smirked and shook her head. “Thank you Jake.” Christy smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I smiled seeing an empty chair at a table people had just abandoned and grabbed one of the chairs pulling it to ours so I could sit on the end.

“Here are your drinks ladies and gentlemen.” The waitress said as she came over a minute later. Setting one in front of Britney and giving a little wink.

“Thank you.” Brit smiled and took a drink and the girls each took a sip of theirs as they each were handed their drinks.

After the server left Brit dug into her purse and pulled out a small flask. “And now the secret ingredient. A little bit more rum.” Brit smiled as she poured a little more into hers and then handed it to Alice.

“You brought your own ****?” I laughed not really being surprised.

“Not all of us have college friends who can get fake IDs yet,” Brit smirked and looked at Christy. Christy just shrugged and sipped her martini.

The rest of the night at the club was more of the same as I mostly danced with Brit. Brit's body pressed against mine, her hips swaying against mine as we moved to the rhythm. Her small bosom bounced to the rhythm in her tube top while her tight derriere wiggled in her leather skirt.

But as much as I was enjoying dancing with Brit, I could not deny the attention I was getting from two other girls in our group, Christy and Gwen when we danced as a group. Christy, with her wild blonde curls and slender yet curvaceous figure, pressed against me on the dance floor, her bikini top barely containing her bouncing breasts. As she swirled and twirled, the rhythm of the music guiding her every move, she playfully grabbed her skirt, swooshing it around her thighs. In these enticing motions, she not only showcased her toned legs but also offered occasional glimpses of her perfectly sculpted behind, adding a flirtatious allure to the vibrant dance. Her movements were wild and uninhibited, and I could not help but be drawn to her energy.

Gwen, on the other hand, was a bit more reserved but equally alluring. Her plunging top left little to the imagination, and I could not help but be mesmerized by her braless tits as she moved. The way they bounced with each step she took was enough to make any onlooker envious. And as if that was not enough, her black leather pants accentuated her curves, particularly her shapely ass that swayed from side to side with every movement. Her brown hair shook about as she danced, adding to the overall captivating effect of her appearance.

We cut out from the club and I drove back to my house. Brit, Alice, and Gwen sat in the backseat.

“Hey Jake. No peeking in the backseat.” Gwen said as she began to change behind me.

“Like he didn’t get a peek earlier when you popped out.” Brit teased.