Put Your Hands Up For Detroit

We were through the doorway and headed down a flight of stairs, the music growing louder. I was in front leading the girls down to where the magic happens. Posters of random events were stuck to the brick walls on either side of me. I eyed one or two on the way down, taking note of the names of some DJ’s that... performed? Was that the word? Do DJ’s perform? Or play?

I shrugged.

The music was thumping in my throat and chest now once I got to the bottom of the stairs. Through another open door on my right and we were on the edge of a dance floor. To my right was a long bar where they served the drinks. It hugged the corner too, with another open door behind the counter that looked like it led to a small kitchen. Three women manned– Err, womanned– the bar, looking smart and sexy in white dress shirts and red aprons over black pants.

To my left was the rest of the dance floor and a stage with a DJ setup against the wall. A cool looking girl in a high blonde ponytail and a fiery tank top, with those weird glasses with the horizontal lines resting on her face, was doing whatever DJ’s do. Right now, she was flipping some switch that I couldn’t see and raising her other hand up pointing to the ceiling.

The sound of the song changed in some subtle way with a sense of build-up.

“Ladies in the house, drop your panties when the beat drops!” The DJ shouted into a microphone attached to her setup.

The crowd of women populating the dance floor all cheered. Zoe and Camila joined in and started dancing on the spot behind me, shuffling forward as they followed me in.

Immediately to my left was a flight of stairs leading to a second floor. That floor was like some kind of wrap-around balcony with more women dancing up there. There were even those dance cages that people can get into to... well, dance. And some of the walls were floor to ceiling screens with silhouettes of women dancing on the wall. Judging from those silhouettes it was easy to tell if they wore a skirt, but with some they either wore something skin-tight or they were straight up naked. But they were shadows on the wall so I couldn’t tell, and I didn’t complain.

Eye candy was eye candy.

Neon lights flashed in contrast to the largely darkened room. I could just make out a bunch of tables and resting areas on the opposite side from me on a raised platform. That was probably so that everyone could watch the dancers even as they rested. Each table was in its own cubby hole built into the wall. All of that part of the dance hall was darkened enough so that the people seated there could have a small amount of privacy.

Once I took note of everything, I thought I had better lead my companions to the bar to get those drinks into them.

I looked over at them and saw that they were still with me, dancing with each other in time with the beat that was gradually building to a beat drop. I thought to say something, but I was sure that I’d have to scream just to be heard. So, I just gestured towards the bar, to which they either gave a thumbs up or an okay sign with thumb and forefinger.

We started to weave our way past and through the crowd of sexy party girls. With each girl I passed my excitement and tension grew as I thought about just reaching out and touching these sexy women in clothes that were barely even there.

Maybe I should restrain myself a little bit? The night was still young and I couldn’t stop every second to play. But then again, a passing touch or caress on the way to the bar wouldn’t really hurt. Not in this world. I would get no repercussions. Even if my mind and body still rebelled and grew tense from the thought of doing something so out of the ordinary.

I should really just get used to this already. No one would get mad. And I didn’t have to fuck every woman. Just casually grope them as I walked by. I’ve already done it countless times today.

So, as my heart thundered in time with the music, I raised my hands to either side and grabbed a butt cheek, squeezed a breast, caressed my palm up an arm, slid my fingers down a waistband, grabbed someone by the pussy.

Somewhere along the way the beat eventually dropped, sending out some intense vibrations through my body.

After the first grope, my confidence grew, and by the time I reached the bar counter I was feeling like a king. A grin splitting my face as I placed my experienced hands atop to counter. I didn’t care that some parts of the counter top were wet from spilt drinks. My libido, which I thought was spent from a day’s worth of sexy release, was trying to stand proud in my borrowed track pants.

Zoe and Camila leaned on the bar counter to my right. They had danced all the way behind me and were still sort of bouncing and swinging their hips here too. A very sexy sight. I wiped a hand on my tracksuit and laid it to rest on Camila’s waist. They continued to sway even as they considered the drinks behind the counter and on the menu board above a set of shelves filled with varying sized bottles.

“What should we start with first?!” Zoe screamed into Camila’s ear.

Camila didn’t answer straight away. She perused the menu some more. Just as one of the bartenders, a tall woman with dark hair cut short, noticed us and came over did Camila seem to decide.

“What about some Pussy Juice?!” She screamed into Zoe’s ear.

I snorted something disgusting onto the counter.

What the sam hell did she just say?

Zoe gave her affirmation and they turned to the bartender. “Two shots of Pussy Juice, please!”

Was that really the name of a shot?!

I eyed the menu board. Yeah, there it was. Just under a shot called Fairy Tit and above Panty Dropper.

Dear lord.

My eyes picked out another one.

Orgy In My Mouth...

At that point I shook my head and moved on.

I moved the disgusting thing I snorted onto the counter to somewhere no one should see it. I’m sorry to whoever has to clean that up later.

Wiping my hand again, I watched as the bartender poured some clear drink into two shot glasses. Then she got out another smaller bottle and poured something milky before finally pulling out a taller, thinner bottle and poured something red into the cups. The red liquid mixed with the white and became a misty pink cloud that expanded in the clear alcoholic drink, which might have been vodka.

Pink. Ah, I get it.

Still though...

With the shots ready Camila reached into one of the pockets in her shorts and pulled out a bill. Before she could hand over the money, I stopped her and said to the bartender, “Their drinks are on me! And I’ll have one, too!”

The bartender smiled and nodded and got to work making another.

“Thanks for that!” Camila screamed at me. Zoe smiled at me from beside her. Camila leaned in to my ear, “You didn’t have to though!”

I then leaned in to her ear, right up against her with my lips kissing her ear, “Don’t worry about it!” I didn’t have to scream as loudly since I was that close, and before I pulled away my inner pervert made me lick her ear for whatever perverted reason. Perverted adrenaline shot through me briefly.

Once I pulled away all she did was say, “Thanks!” again, then pocketed her money.

The bartender lady finished with my shot and lined it up with the other two, smiled at me and went back to her other duties. She didn’t ask for any money, just like I thought would happen.

Wow. I’m a guy and I’m getting free drinks. That was usually something that only happened for women back in my world on many special occasions at bars.

Felt kind of nice.

Of course, everything was free for me here.

Still a nice feeling. And women got to have that kind of treatment in my world... Just for being women.

Shake my head.

The two girls next to me took their shot glasses and raised them up. They both looked at me waiting. “Come on. Get yours!” Zoe told me.

I hurried to pick mine up and raised it up like theirs.

So, they wanted to take the shot with me, not just simply ignore me and take it themselves. It looked like asking them to party with me was working nicely. They were acting like I was actually there and not just a ghost.

We clinked glasses and I threw my head back and downed the shot.

Hmm, cherry flavored.

Made even more sense now.

Not that pussy juice was supposed to be pink in color. But that didn’t seem to be the point of the drink.

Once we had all taken our shots the girls debated on whether they should take another or start dancing straight away. I wasn’t really keen on dancing, as was my usual sentiment to the pastime. I wasn’t really the best at dancing in general. There was always this lack of energy for it. Like, I would start just like anyone else, flailing my arms around in as close an approximation to those around me, but after less than a minute I’d get tired and start feeling somewhat foolish and wanting to hide in a corner, just watching.

The only reason I’ve ever come to these sorts of places before was because my college friends dragged me along every now and then. It wasn’t that I didn’t like these sorts of occasions. They could be fun. It’s just that my introverted self grew tired of it quickly. Plus, I couldn’t dance well.

That definitely had something to do with it.

But then, I really didn’t have to worry about that part now, right? Nobody here cares what I do. I could strip down naked and do the helicopter in the middle of the room, heck, even on the DJ stage. No one would bat an eye in my direction.

I’d just have to get over my usual anxiety.

As I thought that, my anxiety reared up along with the tension I’ve been feeling on and off all day.

I should just take the plunge. I’ve already proven to myself that I’m still stuck in this weird feminine world. It shouldn’t be so difficult. I’ve already done so many weird things.

While the girls had their back and forth about drinks, I turned around and leaned back on the counter to survey the landscape. So many slutty girls crowded the room and the upstairs balconies.

So many women that I could play with. Without repercussions.

My junk grew hard as I watched. My real world common sense nudged my anxiety briefly, before I reminded myself of the weirdness of this world ruled by women, by reaching over to grab Camila’s butt. I squeezed on those buns as I let my junk poke outward towards the girls in the room.

That’s what I should do. Just let my lust do the thinking now. My lust that hadn’t been completely spent over the course of the day, surprisingly.

I wanted to go out into that crowd and explore everything. But then I remembered my experiment with Zoe and Camila and felt torn. I didn’t want to lose them in the crowd. I also didn’t want to be slowed down potentially by keeping tabs on them.

I looked over and regarded them. They had decided to get another shot, apparently. This time they did seem to forget me in that little equation. That was fine. I didn’t really want to get drunk and risk not remembering this the next day. I also didn’t want **** to ruin my boner. I’ve never had drunk sex before so I didn’t know how my dick would function under the influence, but I wasn’t going to check tonight. One shot might be enough liquid courage I’ll need. Until later, perhaps.

But still, what should I do about these two? I said I’d party with them but lets be real, I’m most likely going to go all over the place doing perverted things and leave them behind at some point. Maybe if we had a place to meet back if we lost each other? I looked over to the tables and chairs by the wall. Maybe if I got tired at some point I’ll take a rest over there.

“Hey girls?!” I called over to Zoe and Camila. They both turned to me, still swaying in a mildly sexy way. “If we lose each other lets meet up over at that table over there!”

I pointed to the corner where resting area met bar counter.

“You got it!” “Great idea!” They shouted back.

“Cool! So, are you ready?!” I asked, pointing to the dance floor.

“Fuck yeah I am!” Camila cheered. Zoe just smiled and nodded.

With that we left the counter and weaved back into the dancing crowd. I held onto Camila’s hand while she held Zoe’s as we snaked through groups of sexy women. Already my head was swimming from excitement, or maybe that was the Pussy Juice shot. Even though that was only one shot. Come on, I knew I was better than that. One shot wasn’t enough to get me tipsy.

We eventually stopped somewhere near the DJ stand in a small opening in the crowd. It was loudest here, right in the thick of things. I was surrounded on all sides by skirts, shorts, tube tops, leather jackets, leather pants and female bodies filling it all up. Everywhere my eyes went my dick wanted to follow.

But first, I tried to dance.

I really did.

And yet I still felt foolish. As if I didn’t fit in. But I kept trying. I fought down any embarrassment that tried to surface as it normally would have in the past. I swung my hips in time to the beat and tried out some moves I’d seen before, knowing that even if I failed miserably, which was likely, no one would laugh.

After a while I gained more confidence, even while in the back of my head a voice was telling me that I was an idiot. I began to actually have fun. Next to me Zoe and Camila seemed to be having the time of their lives dancing with each other, even getting a little saucy with some grinding.

That caught my attention real quick.

I moved up close to them and tried to manoeuvre behind Zoe’s pleated skirt covered ass. I rested my hands on her hips and gently pulled her into me, lining her ass up against my crotch. She seemed to get the idea and leaned directly against me with her butt and back rubbing forcefully on my body as she swayed with the music.

Yes! This was something I’ve always wanted to experience. A girl grinding her ass on me of her own volition. Sure, I’ve done amazing things in this world, like humping girls in a yoga class or masturbate in front of a school girl in the middle of class, but when a girl actively participated?

There’s something great about a girl actually wanting to do something with me.

Something similar would be a lap dance.

Maybe I should arrange one of those later.

I made a mental note to myself and filed it away so I could focus on the sexy ass being ground against my hard dick. Even Camila joined in by sandwiching me from behind, pressing her breasts into my back and her hips against my butt.

A warm thrilling sensation coursed through me at the contact of their sexy bodies on mine. I got goosebumps and my head swam even more at the full body hug. I had one hand on Zoe’s hip and the other holding onto one of Camila’s thighs as my balls felt like they were being massaged and my rod milked.

My hands wandered as best they could from this position. I got handfuls of breast and butt while the smell of Zoe’s hair wafted into my face, along with whatever perfume she must have been wearing.

We kept up this grinding well into the next song. Even without me realizing it, I was that engrossed. By the end of the trance, techno song thingy I really wanted to whip my dick out and feel Zoe’s ass more intimately.

Problem was, track-pants weren’t exactly suited for spontaneous dick whipping. They would likely just fall to my ankles after all this dancing.

But, did I care?

No.

While we swayed together, I began my attempt at lowering my pants mid-dance. What I didn’t expect was the spike in physical sensation from having Zoe suddenly grind strongly against my now exposed lower half. Even the grinding from Camila on my back and ass added to the impending need to cum on these sluts.

Now, another problem was that I kinda didn’t want to jizz on myself. And with the way I was pointing upwards from Zoe’s hard press... Well.

But then, I had a genius thought.

What if I tried to tuck Zoe’s skirt between my dick and my stomach? I’d then be hot-dogging her butt cheeks while minimizing the splash zone to myself.

Pure genius.

So, that’s what I did. While we danced and swayed, I lifted the back of Zoe’s skirt and felt my dick come into contact with her bare and glorious cheeks. I had a small panic attack when my pants slid down my thighs a little, but I spread my legs a little to stop them going further. Okay, maybe I cared a little about them falling.

Then I pulled her skirt over my cock-head, which made me hiss at the feel of the fabric against such a sensitive place, and pulled down all the way. I shuddered at the sensation and worried that I’d cum just from that but relaxed when it didn’t happen.

I wanted to feel ass cheeks for a bit longer.

The intense grinding continued, which made the feeling of the fabric of her skirt on the top side of my dick an agonizingly pleasurable factor.

I went back to holding her hip with one hand and groping Camila’s thigh and butt with my other.

I would have reveled in this amazing feeling for longer, except I could feel a swift end coming with the end of the current song.

I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to.

The beats of the song were reaching their end just as I finally felt the milking massage bring me to my end.

I held onto Zoe’s hips and pulled her butt into me tightly. “Faster!” I screamed into her ear, hoping she would hear me. I believed she did because she sped up even as the song started to fade.

Then it hit.

I groaned. Probably not loud enough to be heard even with the song winding down, but I still muffled the groan against her neck.

My dick throbbed. My head swam with a little dizziness.

I throbbed again and felt warmth spread from my crotch as I soiled the back of Zoe’s skirt.

I tried to hump in such a way that my dick was pointing at her gooch, so I could soak her thong instead of her skirt. Not because I didn’t want to soak her skirt but because I didn’t want too much to soak through to me. It became more of a thigh-job after more jostling from the grinding.

I throbbed some more, my vision going dark around the edges and my knees threatening to buckle with the way I was standing.

My throbbing died down and Zoe also slowed her ass down. Almost as if that was planned.

My vision went back to normal and my legs got back their strength.

I breathed in Zoe’s scent in a short afterglow but realized that, even though that experience was sexy as hell, keeping my pants from falling was a little distracting.

I was going to need to find better clothes after this.

But still, ass grinding was great.

Asses were great.

“Hey, I think I’ll take a break, girls!” I shout over the next song starting up.

“So soon?!” Camila asked from beside my ear. She was still holding onto me.

“Yeah, sorry, I got no stamina!” I shout back. “But before I go, Zoe, can you clean my dick with the front of your skirt?!”

Zoe turns around, releasing my dick from under the backside of her skirt. “Sure!” She says before stepping in close and taking a handful of the front of her skirt and wrapping it around my cock.

She rinses, which makes me jolt and gasp a little.

With that done I pulled my pants up, then grabbed her face and shoved my tongue in her mouth as a way of thanks for the hotdog grind. She actually responded by battling my tongue with hers. She didn’t just take it like a dead fish.

Not that I’ve ever kissed a dead fish before.

I gave her a moment more before turning to Camila next and kissing her with the same kind of reception. So, interacting with, and telling them to stick around, also got them to kiss me back. That made things more interesting than kissing Clara earlier today.

Although, there was something weirdly sexy with kissing someone without any kind of response. Like some kind of depraved sort of sexy. Which I was. I had no doubt of that. I’d have to experiment with that later.

“I’ll just be over in that corner!” I tell them after ending the kiss. “But if you don’t see me there, that will still be our meet up spot! Okay?!”

“Okay! But we’ll probably dance for a bit longer!” Camila screamed back.

I nodded and made my way through the crowd, not forgetting to grope dancing girls on the way.

I found the table I wanted and took a seat for a bit. I looked on at the scene of many women in slutty outfits dancing to some bass, trap, house, whatever song about the lovely city of Detroit.

From here I could watch almost everyone dance. Even upstairs. I could see silhouettes of women and real women in dance cages going crazy up there. Every sexy dance move burned into my retinas.

And the crowd on the main dance floor was a mass of sweating flesh, exposed in tasteful ways.

My mind was full of ideas. I just had to drink this all in first.