Jessica has a drink with Martin

“Hey, there,” Martin greeted her as she entered the club, “The others went to the dance floor already, so I waited for you. Want to head for the bar for a drink?”

“Sure, I’d love to!” Jessica smiled and took his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. She could always head backstage later, right now she was having fun with Martin. She followed him as he led the way through the masses of people towards one of the bars. The club looked good, already filled to the brink as the concert was about to start. Well more than thousand people crowded the dance floor, dancing along to the strong beats that accompanied the lines of the supporting act.

As they pushed their way past the people Jessica realized that her body suddenly felt number and she realized that she felt the effects of the joint. She felt as if time stretched out around her and she bit her lip to focus on the task at hand: following the tall Dutch guy. However, instead of feeling worried that her condition might bring her trouble she felt relaxed. The beat somehow felt alive, pulsating through her body, the lights were bright and beautiful and somehow even the air tasted good.

Once they reached the bar Martin ordered two shots of Tequila and quickly paid before turning towards her and handing her one of the spirits. “There you go!” he smiled and lifted his shot. Jessica grinned and clinked her glass with his before they both quickly downed their shots. Jessica pulled a face as the strong **** burned in her throat. Fuck Tequila!

Then, before she knew what was happening she felt Martin’s hand grabbing the back of her head and she grunted as he roughly pulled her close and mashed his lips against hers. Her shot glass slipped from her fingers in surprise and shattered on the floor as the man’s tongue pushed between her lips, invading her mouth. For a moment she was frozen to the spot, not sure what to do as he kissed her fiercely, then her body reacted on instinct, wrapping her arms around Martin’s shoulders and pressing her lithe body against his, the breasts pushing in his chest.

To her utter shock she realized at this point that she was literally sopping wet. She felt her pussy creaming, her girl juices absolutely soaking her thong. She guessed that this had something to do with the weed, but she didn’t mind her reaction at all. Instead she purred in Martin’s mouth as he plundered her mouth while his free hand travelled down her body, firmly grasping her tight, little ass. She let him, enjoying the attention paid to her body that within a moment blew away all her problems from home.

Then, suddenly, Martin broke away. “H… hey, wha-” Jessica protested and opened her eyes, looking for an explanation on why he had interrupted her pleasure.

Martin winked at her, then nodded towards the stage. “Concert is starting…” Jessica turned her head. 50 Cent, accompanied by two other rappers, entered the stage, greeted by a loud cheer of the fans. She took a second to admire the man’s chiseled physique. He was shirtless as he made his way towards the crowd, his bulky muscles shining in the club’s lights as he began rapping his trademark hit ‘In da Club’.