Hitting up a night club

The four of you shuffle out of the theater until you hit the cool night air. You check your phone and see that it's 11:00 p.m. You figure that you'll all be done now, and head off to your respective homes. Carrie puts a pin in your idea, speaking up to the group.

"So, where are we headed to next? I was thinking that we could head over to Exultation." Exultation is a fairly new club in your city. Carrie dragged you to it a couple weeks into your relationship, and you ended up enjoying your time there. It had a high roof so that the music didn't deafen you, and also had some air flow so you didn't get so damn sweaty while dancing.

"I'm good with that." you reply. The look on Chet's face makes it seem like he'd rather watch another romantic comedy rather than head to Exultation.

"No fucking way. Exultation is dead all the time, especially on a night like tonight. It's fucking Wednesday, and some of us have real jobs to go to tomorrow morning. We don't all get to be yoga instructors." Natalie gasps at her husband's words, and you step forward over to Chet to give him a piece of your mind. Carrie, though, tugs your sleeve, holding you back from throwing the first blow. Natalie immediately takes your place.

"How dare you Chet. Don't you ever insult Carrie like that again." Her fury is overwhelming, and you step back to the comforting arms of Carrie. Natalie continues on, "Why don't you head back home. I'll go with John and Carrie to Exultation and you can get your precious good night's sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, Natalie turns towards the two of you, walking away briskly. Chet is stunned in her wake, before throwing up his hands in frustration and walking to his car.

Carrie pulls your arm, and you hurry over to your car, trying to catch up to Natalie. You let Carrie take the lead on this one.

"Are you okay, Natalie? Are you and Chet having any problems?"

"No, not really. It's just...every once in a while he'll insult my friends or interests. And it's just frustrating, y'know?"

"That sucks. Well, we'll have a great time tonight and forgot all about Chet, right?"

"Yep. At least until my hangover tomorrow morning."

"Sounds like a plan. To Exultation!"

The three of you clamber into your car and you set off for the nightclub in question. It doesn't take too long, with the conversation in the back about the movie you just watched. Carrie apparently paid more attention than you did, because she's able to discuss it with Natalie. You stay quiet, as you really can't remember too many details about the movie.

You pull up your car past Exultation and park in a nearby parking lot, paying for 12 hours. You think that Carrie is going to try to get Natalie to drink a little bit to lower in inhibitions, so there's a possibility that'll you have to take a cab or an Uber home tonight. But before the three of you enter the club, you have to do a little bit of preparation. You take off your coat and roll up your sleeves, while Carrie focuses on getting Natalie ready. Apparently, getting Natalie ready consists of unbuttoning half of her blouse so that her cleavage is on full display. It also includes rolling up her skirt a couple inches so that more of her lean legs are on display. For the first time, you see that Natalie has a large tattoo on her right leg, though it is still covered up too much to see exactly what it is.

The three of you enter Exultation, and are soon assaulted by the loud music. As typical of a Wednesday night, it's not too crowded, but it's not like you can really stretch out. You head up to the bar, with Carrie dragging Natalie along with you.

"What do you want to drink?" You ask, projecting your voice so that the two of them can hear you. They ask for a pair of pineapple daiquiris, and you order yourself a gin and tonic to take the edge off.

Carrie is distracted talking to Natalie, and you let them be. You don't want to make a scene, because that's the kind of thing Chet would do: complain that his wife wasn't paying any attention to him and storm off in anger. In fact, a good rule of thumb would be to never be like Chet.

It's not too long until Carrie's favorite song is played by the DJ. Carrie lights up in delight, and quickly heads off to the dance floor, dragging you and Natalie with her. You take a glance over at Natalie, and her expression is the same as yours. Classic Carrie.

In no time at all you've reached the dance floor, which a few groups scattered about dancing by themselves. Carrie heads to an open area, and begins dancing to 'Everytime We Touch' by Cascada. You bring her close to you as she starts grinding against, while Natalie seductively dancing by herself. She's moving her hips in an arousing manner, showing great control over waist and she twirls in a circle.

Carrie twists her head and starts kissing you, before moving her mouth to your ear and whispering to you.

"Ready to take it to the next level?"

You nod carefully, and Carrie steps away to begin dancing with Natalie, and to be honest, you may have never seen such an arousing sight. It's a sapphic sight, with the two of them slowly grinding against each other. To your surprise, Natalie is the one who ramps things up as she takes her hands and begins to grope Carrie's ass. Carrie responds in kind, and pretty soon the two of them are gyrating against each other, never quite getting close enough to kiss.

Slowly, Carrie begins to dance the two of them closer to you. It's not long before you and Natalie have created a Carrie sandwich. Carrie turns around, and kisses you on the mouth, before slipping around you so that you're now in the middle for the third time tonight.

Natalie doesn't kiss you, but she does turn around and begin to grind her ass against your crotch. You don't know quite how far to go, but luckily you have the world's best coach hugging you from behind.

"Grope her tits. She loves when guys get rough with her."

You comply and begin to maul Natalies oversized fake tits. You bring her closer to you and kiss her roughly, which she quickly submits to. You're in heaven right now, with your loving behind you, urging you on as you kiss her best friend.

But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. A couple minutes after the song ends, someone taps you on the shoulder. It's a large man, with bulging muscles and a set of sunglasses covering much of his face. The bouncer takes a look at the three of you, and points over his shoulder, signaling that it's time for you to go.

The three of you, properly chastised, exit the premises. Thankfully, they didn't ask for your IDs so you'll hopefully still be able to go there in the future. You all pile back in your car and ask the two girls,

"Where next?"