Party Time~!

I understand my standards for nightclubs are pretty low, given the fact I have only ever been to two of them in my entire life, but even I could tell that this was the most insane nightclub in all of New York City! Every second I was in there I seemed to forget about my embarrassment from before… and forget everything else for that matter.

As MJ pulled me into the next room we were greeted by a long hallway, surrounded in an intense laser light show. The lasers flashed and moved in ways that seemed almost scientifically impossible, creating shapes and figures that looked… real.

“I guess these guys don’t know about epilepsy warnings?” I whisper to MJ who just chuckles and gives me a playful smack on the cheek. We were approaching the main doors when the lights shifted again, and I let out an audible “Woah…” under my breath as the lasers turned into words:

“WELCOME: MARY JANE WATSON AND PETRA PARKER!”

“Did you do that?” I asked MJ. She shrugged and then, without another word, let a huge smile grow on her face as she yanked me into the main room of the club. Immediately we both froze, eyes went wide, and we had to take in the sheer magnitude of the building.

It somehow looked even bigger on the inside than it did on the outside. The dance floor was packed full of bodies, moving like zombies, all glowing in the bright green fluorescent lights. The room was covered in a deep layer of fog and smoke, practically covering everyone’s bottom half from the waist down in a deep layer of smog. Incredibly intelligent pieces of technology hung from the sides of the room, plugged in to speakers and reflective panels on the walls, as a DJ blared music through the club and, almost like mind control, moved the crowd to her whim.

I was still in awe whenever I felt MJ grab my hand again with a giggle. I’m sure she said something along the lines of come on! or _let’s go! _But I was too lost in the moment to actually hear her, and I almost tripped over my heels as she yanked me further into the building with a quick yelp.

MJ, being the attention whore she is, quickly pulled us into the middle of the dance floor. Her confident attitude, like a shark in a school of fish, **** the crowd to part as we walked through. But every couple seconds I could feel hands grazing my body, grabbing my tits, smacking my ass, each touch sending a quick wave of humiliation, and pleasure, through my body. I haven’t had this much attention before… and being with MJ gave me so much more than I could ever expect as nerdy Petra Parker!

Before I knew it MJ had stopped and turned to me again, with a big bottle of tequila in her hand and a huge smile on her face. I just let out a quick chuckle and smile at the sight, as my heart starts to sync up with the fast paced beat of the music.

“Where the hell did you get that?” I scream over the music. MJ just rolls her eyes at my question, pops off the top of the bottle, and walks close to me, her hips swaying from side to side like a hypnotic strut with every step. She then chuckles and shoves the bottle between my lips with an evil smirk.

“Just drink up, slut~! And dance with me~!” She screams, grabbing my waist and pulling me close as she presses our two bodies together and grinds while I take a large swig out of the bottle.

What happened from there was really just a blur in my mind. I remembered MJ’s hands moving across my body, touching me, groping me, smacking me, pushing and pulling me in every which was imaginable. I remembered her lips on mine, delicately, passionately, and lustfully kissing and moaning as she does so.

The bottle of tequila was passed between the two of us, but in all actuality I’m sure I got the most of it. MJ took little baby sips while she made me chug every time the bottle touched my lips. I was going insane at her touch as she pulled my clothes apart, once again ripping my top down, and also freeing my fat ass behind me as she grabbed me and made me grind against her.

However, unlike before, I felt no shame in my nudity. In fact it made me feel… hot! Before MJ was using my body like a cheap prostitute to get into a club, but now? She was using me for herself! Her touch, her gropes, her lust… I was… was it bad to say I was falling in love because of this?

All this time the technology of the club roared around us, sending waves of electricity around as the club changed and morphed itself impossibly. The entire interior seemed to change before our very eyes, switching from the club scene we saw upon entering, to a festival now, still with that familiar green tint and smoke covering the floor and teasing our senses.

Tents lined the outside, the music faded and changed naturally from a DJ to a live band, and even palm trees and other pieces of life began to sprout naturally from out of the concrete and towards a roof that now only appeared to be the night sky. This club was amazing, and quite physically impossible, but I couldn’t focus on anything more than the woman behind me.

I was drunk, lost in lust and obviously so was she. Her hands became much less playful and more insistent, her nails digging into my fat ass behind me, grabbing me, spanking me, and using my cheeks to stroke herself even through her clothes. I felt myself melt at her touch as she moved me, letting soft moans escape my lips as my eyes roll, glossy and drunk.

Very soon I feel the bottle against my lips again and I chug, finishing it off as MJ rips the bottle out of my lips, throws it to the side, and then quickly yanks me back up and kisses me, both hands grabbing my ass, our tits squished together, and I could feel her hardening cock throbbing against my stomach.

“Bathroom. NOW.” She growls. I barely have time to nod before she grabs my hands and yanks me towards the bathroom, and I started following, giddy with excitement.