Let the good times roll.

Lawan, Kelly and I are the first to arrive outside The Loft. We hang around by the front doors for a while waiting for the others to arrive. I have a chat with the security guys asking how the night is going so far and if they have had any problems. Aaron seems to still be in his mood from last night and doesn’t bother saying hello while I am there. When Renato, Natty and the two other Brazilians’ arrived I lead them all inside to get our party started.

“Where is Dawn working?” Lawan asks me as we head to the main bar.

I check and can’t see her in it as it’s getting practically swamped again tonight. Holly and Jessica must have put her in one of the quieter ones tonight while she works on her speed behind the bar.

Even without Dawn there I am quickly served by one of the regular bar staff. I have her make a round of Caipirinhas which is a cocktail made with the Brazilian rum-like spirit cachaça along with lime, sugar, and ice in honour of our guests. It’s deliciously sweet and packs a serious punch with at least half of it being pure ****. I pay in cash, leaving Lawan with Natty and Kelly and go and find Holly or Jess to see about a bar card

I manage to track down Jessica first who’s is skimming the tills of notes in another bar. Her eyes flash white when she sees me in what looks like surprise before her face returns to her normal pleasant expression. We say hello and she tells me she’ll programme me a bar card if I follow her to the office. She ways away the security guard waiting to escort her with the money.

Holly is in the office when Jessica brings me in with the money, she too seems to react with a shock when she sees me come inside the manager's room.

“Put this away, will you? I going to get party boy here some bar cards,” Jessica tells Holly.

“How did your fight thing go?” Holly asks as she opens the safe. “Is Yui or Piya here with you tonight?”

“It was good. Our fighter won which is great. I’ve got Lawan here with me actually,” I tell them.

At the last bit, they exchange a very quick look between them before Holly asks, “Has she seen Dawn yet?”

“No, not yet. We only just got here,” I say.

Holly has finished the bar cards for me by then and hands them over.

“Did you set a limit on these?” I ask before I go back to my group.

“Should I?” she says with a laugh, “it’s the last weekend before we take over go crazy. It’s not our money yet.”

I head back to everyone with a laugh and give the cards out to each of them so they can each grab a drink even if I’m not around. We make use of them for one more round before the Brazilians feel irresistibly drawn to the dance floor by the music. Kelly follows them to dance and I tell them we won’t be far behind as Lawan first wants to see Dawn.

Lawan doesn’t actually want to talk to her friend though and just wants to rub it in Dawn’s face that she is out with me. When Lawan sees that Dawn has spotted us in front of her bar, she immediately oversells a giant theatrical laugh like I just said the funniest thing in the world, and slaps her hand on my chest before hugging me. Having completed her mission she then practically drags me off to the dance floor to rejoin the group. Dawn practically livid and shooting us daggers as disappear.

Natty and the rest of them are easy to find even on a massive and very crowded dance floor. There love of dance and natural graceful movements make them the centre of attention. Several appreciative guys circling Natty as she tries to convince Kelly to liven up by holding each of her hands in hers and jumping around. It's actually really touching to see them relaxed and having fun with each other so soon after trying to beat the living hell out of each other. Lawan and I join in and we were are soon all dancing, getting sweaty and loving life.

We stay on the dance floor for the rest of the DJ’s set. When the next one comes on the music is changed to something a bit slower tempo. We all decide to take a break to catch our breath and head back for more drinks. Renato is the first one to call the night short, saying he has to get home to his wife Robyn after our next drink. Down one person, it seems that Kelly and one of the Brazilian coaches are making inroads on getting to know each other better. Natty and the others laughing at the two of them making eyes at each other. Lawan making much the same after the drinks she’s had here and at the fight night.

Away from the loud music on the dance floor, we are better able to hear each other talk.

“So, this is where you and Piya first got together isn’t it,” Lawan asks.

“No, not here,” I tell her. I’m not about to tell her about the pool party and the open windows.

“I saw the photo of you two. We all did,” Lawan counters.

“We were just dancing that’s all,” I try and deflect.

“I’m not that much of a Lala, Roo!” Lawan says stepping in close to me and putting her arms around my waist and whispering to me, “come show me how you danced like that.”

My resistance cracking, Lawan’s advances starting to work as Piya’s words run through my brain again. I pull Lawan in close to me in a hug saying, “OK, but we need a shot first.”

I take Lawan’s hand now and lead her back to the bar, ordering two of the potent shots Piya first ordered for me what seems so long ago. We clink the shot glasses together before tipping them down the hatch. Lawan coughs and hits her chest as she is overcome with the burn.

“Oh fuck!” she manages before I whisk her back to the dance floor.

This time is just the two of us on the dancing. Our attention fixed on each other. The music being lower helps us to come in close and press ourselves against each other. Lawan is smiling as she dances up against me, my hands on her hips pulling her tight. The close body to body contact is getting me excited and before long Lawan is able to feel this excitement pressing into her groin as we dance.

“I can feel you Roo,” she tells me, her voice a mix of shock and awe as her hand goes to the front of my pants.

“It’s the effect you have on people,” I tell her.

“I hope you're not like the others though.”

I can feel her fingers tracing the length of my shaft as her finger trips travel over the outline.

“Don’t worry. I won't cum until you tell me,” I promise. Then, “remember what you taught me in the car?”

“Touch me?” she says uncertainly.

With bodies pressed tight around us, we’re hidden as I slide my hand up the front of Lawan’s little black dress and start to rub the mound of her pussy.

“Oh fuck!” Lawan again says as I massage her teenage pussy through her panties. I can feel all the heat and wetness seeping through the thin material. I’m able to trace the line of her slit and spread her lips as I rub my fingers in slow circular motions. Lawan’s clings to me, using my body to keep herself upright, her hand on my pants grabbing and tugging my cock. When I pull the hem of her panties across and slide a single finger inside Lawan, she presses her lips to mine and kisses me lustily. We stay like that, joined together on the dancefloor as I finger Lawan. One finger down to the knuckles in her sopping wet pussy. Her pussy that soon contracts and pulses around my probing finger as I bring her to orgasm on The Loft dance floor. Her moaning entirely covered by the club’s loud sound system.

As Lawan finishes cumming, I tell her, “let’s get you back to my place.”

She nods her eager agreement and practically drags me out of the dancefloor to The Loft’s front door. She manages one quick detour on the way to run past Dawn’s bar and blow kisses to her still working friend as we leave the venue together. Without saying goodbyes to anyone we pile into a taxi together and start the drive back to my apartment.