Meanwhile: At the club

"Are you kidding? I'm on the prowl for dick tonight."

That's what she'd said; he was sure of it.

Carlos had been standing near the club's entrance, waiting for the rest of his crew, when the girl in question walked by him with a friend of hers, heading towards the bouncer to pay cover. While the entry line had been short and the girls hadn't waited long, the five minutes they'd spent idly chatting before entering the establishment had given him enough time to thoroughly check her out. And she was a bombshell.

She was obviously dressed for clubbing, wearing a dark satin bra with straps that formed a large X over her chest, the piece hanging low and showing off the deep curve of her tits and ample cleavage. It was coupled with a similarly black pair of panties, plain in nature, drawing its sexiness from its simplicity and her long, smooth legs. She'd also sported a brown jacket over the assemble, but Carlos knew that she'd ditch the piece at coat check.

As he stared, he was glad with his outfit choice: a tight pair of boxers that did nothing to hide the erection he'd gotten from looking at the girl. He was being obvious about it too and when her friend noticed his unabashed stares, the girl in question turned, spotting his hard on, and winked before the pair giggled among each other. They'd disappeared into the club soon after.

He was so getting laid tonight.

To his dismay, when he finally entered the club, she'd already disappeared. In fact, the night was nearing its conclusion by the time he saw her again. His crew had once again proven themselves to lack punctuality and, by the time they'd conquered the line and entered the club, loud music and lights blaring around them, his query was no where to be found.

Last call was about an hour away when he spotted her on the dance floor. The DJ was blasting the latest LMFAO hit and the lights were dancing across her skin, sweat shining from the exertion. He downed his beer, fist-bumped his mates after telling them he was gonna go secure some sweet puss, and hit the dance floor. She'd been dancing all alone, her friend no longer in sight, and he beelined for her before someone else could beat him to it.

Falling in tune with the song's beat, his hips swaying at the kick of the drum, he made his way behind her, greeting her by cupping her ass, as was customary. He heard her coo as he did, the girl reaching back and grasping his cock through his boxers, returning his greeting. There was no way she wasn't flattered upon noticing that he was still hard.

As he pulled her close, letting her grind onto him, she looked up and smirked upon seeing him, recognizing him instantly. "Finally!" She yelled over the loud music, her arm snaking up to wrap around his neck.

"I've been looking for you!" he yelled back, the two dancing in unison. Her naked back stuck to his bare chest and his cock pressed into her ass.

"I've been busy." She said in a half-giggle, lifting up her spare arm. He noticed, drawn upon it in black marker, a series of ticks.

| | X | | | X

"My friend and I are having a competition!" she explained, lowering her limb. "The X's are orgasms."

That explained where she'd disappeared too - the slut was trying to score as much dick as she could. He was about to reply but the horny girl pulled him down, leaning up to drunkenly nibble on the side of his neck. The sign a clear indication that she was down to fuck, he let her shower him in soft kisses while dragging her off the dance floor. Very quietly, he brought her to the more quiet part of the club, a cushioned seating room away from the loud music and dancing light where couples went to hook up and have sex.

As usual, the room was busy and very much in use, various couplings happening in all corners of the seating area. At the back, two girls were scissoring while the main bench to their right was taken up by a small orgy, a pair of girls each being double-teamed by a set of older men. He also spotted his fuckbuddy's friend on her knees at the back of the fuck space, sucking a well-endowed black guy.

The club employee who oversaw the sex room give him a curt smile and nod, no doubt recognizing the piece of ass in his arms. By now, the girl had fished out his cock, gently jacking it as he lead her to an empty spot in the large bench. It was slick, sticky, dirty, and perfect.

"Have any of the guys cum in you?" He asked as he lowered her onto the cushion, the sex-covered leather sticking to her back.

The brunette let out a drunken giggle, shaking her head. "Noooope. The two who made me orgasm wanted me to swallow their loads. Everyone else came in their condoms."

He remove her panties while she did the same with her bra, discarding both pieces of clubwear on the ground next to him. "Well, I'm nutting balls deep inside you."

That made her giggle once more, the girl spreading her legs wide. "Gotta make me cum first before I let you do that."

Eager to make her experience the very thing, he dropped to his knees and buried his face in her cunt, uncaring of all the action it had already seen. She was wet, dripping, and delicious, and for Carlos that's all that mattered.

When he followed through on his promise, his face dripping with her arousal, he lowered himself into her wet core, fully intent on letting her next partner share his gooey mess.