Dancing!

Mitch and Diana were still sitting at the booth and waiting for us when we returned. Diana pushed a full glass over to Ria, and she downed it almost in one go.

“Woah, I didn’t know you could drink like that,” I teased, “Pace yourself.”

“Where did you two get off to?” Diana rightly looked suspicious.

“Some guy over at the bar smacked Ria’s ass and made a comment about getting her off. I offered him the chance to prove it.”

“You WHAT?” Diana nearly spat beer on the table at that.

“I invited him into the back room to eat Ria’s pussy, and he took me up on it,” I threw my arm around Ria possessively, “He was good, I’d say. Right Ria? You came really quickly. Well, Mitch did prime you back at the pub.”

Mitch looked jealous, Ria looked embarrassed, and Diana looked…somewhat inscrutable.

“You just told her to? And she did?” In the dim club, I couldn’t tell if Diana was appalled or aroused. Possibly both at once.

“Yes, I did. And yes, she did.” Diana and I stared each other down again, but something had changed. Had given way. She’d probably blame the alcohol if she acknowledged it at all, but I could tell it was more. “Well, I’m ready to hit the floor for a song or two,” I declared as I pulled Ria to her feet. “Diana, you dance with Mitch.” I said, matter-of-factly and turned for the floor, knowing they would follow.

The dance floor was no less grungy than the rest of the place, and it was slowly starting to fill as the night continued. Ria and Diana were far and away the best lookers out there - and of course Ria was scandalously dressed, so what crowd there was pushed in closer around us as we danced to the pulsating electronica.

Ria closed her eyes as she danced. She loved to do this around our apartment to burn off steam, and I could tell she was trying to lose herself in the music. But the crowd in this dive wasn’t big on personal space. Most of the guys and even a few of the women seemed to ‘accidentally’ bump into Ria as they passed. Ria opened her eyes and winced slightly as one pinched her ass, but she looked at me and decided to keep her mouth shut about it.

Well, if one wanker gets away with it, pretty soon they all want a go. The next guy less subtly pinched her tit as he passed. Ria pushed his hand off, but a different guy went for the other one. A regular I called “King Sleaze” moved up behind her. I’d seen him several times on my previous trips here, wearing the same outdated disco gear, with the same porn mustache, the same unbuttoned shirt, and the same medallion hanging over his furry chest. He shamelessly grabbed her hips, and began to grind on her backside to the beat. She made pleading eyes at me to intervene, but I shook my head. I did warn her there would be punishments.

Diana danced with Mitch, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off the situation with Ria. She looked back and forth between Ria and I, as if to ask how I could let this happen. Rather than tell her, I decided to show her. I leaned close to Diana so I could speak in her ear.

“Dance with me.” I gestured to Ria to make it clear how this was gonna go. Diana wrestled with this, but only briefly. When I took her hip in my hand, she allowed me to firmly guide it over to mine. She was tentative - at first, but Diana was clearly getting into the scandalous behavior all around her. It wasn’t long before she was pushing her ass back into my crotch, rubbing it as aggressively as any lap dance I’ve ever had.

The effects of our behavior were spreading through the rest of the dancers, as everyone fed off of each other. King Sleaze cupped Ria’s breasts with both hands as the two writhed. Mitch had found one of the other women and she was currently putting her tongue down his throat. His partner was particularly haggard, even for this crowd, I made a mental note to ensure he got off with Ria later. Several other couples had paired off, and I thought I saw one making for the same stock room that Ria had christened. Diana threw her head back against me and thrust out her chest. I took the invitation to unbutton her blouse and reach into her C-cup bra. My cock was straining against the back of her pencil skirt, and given different circumstances I might have bent her over right there.