It's a hell of a feeling, though

/ Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling, though / It's a hell of a feeling, though /

MJ smirked as she heard the opening strains of "Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time" by Panic! At the Disco as she and Felicia entered Prism.

This song probably sums up the week I've had perfectly. MJ thought to herself. She kept her eyes glued to Felicia's plump ass as she followed her in.

"Well, I will say this," Felicia observed. "They do have good music here."

MJ giggled. "Good music to dance to, huh? But why don't we get a drink, first? I'll pay for yours again."

"Buying me more drinks, are you, MJ? You haven't been deliberately trying to get me drunk, have you?" she said jokingly.

MJ giggled again. Yeah, a little bit of **** never hurt when trying to get into a girl's pants....

A few minutes later, they were both drinking cans of White Claw. She'd decided to open a tab for both of them to make sure they didn't have to hassle for paying until they were ready to leave. MJ wanted to bide her time until Felicia got onto the dance floor first, then she would join her.

/ Who are these people? / I just woke up in my underwear / No liquor left on the shelf / I should probably introduce myself /

Felicia was now on her second White Claw. MJ didn't want her to get so drunk that she couldn't function, but just tipsy enough to lower her inhibitions. She noticed that Felicia was bopping in tune to the music, so she thought she'd push her into going onto the dance floor.

"Sounds like you're enjoying the music, Felicia. Why don't you show off dance moves?"

Felicia laughed. "Sure, why not?" She set aside her drink and started dancing.

/ You shoulda seen what I wore / I had a cane and a party hat / I was the king of this hologram / Where there's no such thing as getting out of hand /

No, there isn't. She watched Felicia dance and get more into the song. God, she looks so fucking sexy dancing like that. She immediately began daydreaming about her naked body pressed against Felicia's, kissing her and licking her all over.

I'll bet her lips are soft and sweet.....

/ Memories tend to just pop up / Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves / Five thousand people with designer **** / Don't think I'll ever get enough

At the most recent lyric of the song, she just so happened to notice that Felicia was now twerking. Hearing "don't think I'll ever get enough" and seeing Felicia's beautiful bubble butt bouncing sent her over the edge. She just couldn't keep her hands off her any longer. Immediately she jumped up and began grinding against Felicia from the back.

Felicia seemed weirded out by it at first, but the **** and the adrenaline caused her to get into it, and soon both women were passionately dancing and grinding on each other.

/ Don't think I'll ever get enough /

It was taking every bit of self-restraint she had to not just start fucking Felicia right then and there in front of the entire club. But man, she desperately needed to orgasm.

Without saying a word, MJ quickly darted away from the dance floor. Finding her way to one of the private rooms on the second floor, she quickly closed the door behind her. The room looked like it could be a room at Oceaview, except with a sleek black color scheme and with couches instead. Quickly she pulled down her dress (she conveniently forgot to wear panties) and went to work on her pussy.

As she played with herself, her fantasies went into overdrive; she envisioned Felicia's tongue sliding in and out of her pussy.

"Yes....Felicia....fuck me, Felicia...." she softly moaned to herself

Sliding a finger inside herself, she began to finger herself hard and fast. She needed that one orgasm, just to warm herself up for the rest of the night's activities. She could still hear the music playing faintly.

/ It's a hell of a feeling, though /

"Oh god...oh my god....oh yes....."

She could feel herself quickly approaching climax, now shoving two fingers inside of herself as hard and fast as she could. Finally, letting out a strangled cry of passion, she achieved orgasm, her juices gushing out all over the couch.

Okay, I'm good. Now I'm ready for even better orgasms I plan to have later tonight.

She quickly pulled her dress back on and prepared to go back to the dance floor.

"Where do you think you're going?"