She goes with it

Darlene could only stand still in shock as Brad started to caress her. She was already kicking herself for letting things get this far and she wasn't even in the club yet!

After a moment she realized she didn't have a whole lot of options, she was on the far side of town from her place, dressed like a whore, and with no way of getting herself home. What's more, she and Howard really did need the money... She rationalized that as long as she kept things at a kiss or two, she wasn't really betraying Howard that much, and it's not like he would even have to know! Her mind made up, she leaned into Brad and planted a kiss right on his lips.

Of course, there was no way Brad was willing to let it go at just that. Before Darlene could do anything else, Brad had a hand on the back of her head, holding her in the kiss as his tongue invaded her mouth. While that happened his other hand settled on her ass and he started mauling it through her dress. The most she was able to do was grunt in distress around the tongue in her mouth, but she wasn't able to end the kiss any sooner. After a few seconds though, Brad finally relented and withdrew from her, wiping his mouth. Any protests she had were silenced by a hard look. "Glad we understand each other. Still, you're going to have to do better when we get in there. No grunting or resisting. I mean it. Otherwise you can kiss your payday goodbye."

Darlene was left speechless and downcast as she realized how in his power she was. Once Brad was sure he had the milf where he wanted her, he wrapped an arm around her waist, helped himself to a feel of her breast on the other side, and kissed her on the cheek. "Come on honey, don't want to keep Mike waiting." In a daze, Darlene put on a smile and allowed Brad to lead her into the club. She briefly hoped that the club bouncer would ask for an ID, and refuse her entry since she didn't have one, but he only checked Brad's and then waved her through. Seeing Darlene's confused look, Brad laughed. "They don't check whores' IDs." Darlene's cheeks were still burning when they found Mike's table.

Mike looked similar to Brad, fit build, average height and weight, definitely looked like an office jock-type. Sitting next to him was a beautiful olive-skinned brunette who was just as curvy as Darlene, though maybe a few years her junior. To top it off, the mystery woman was wearing an outfit just as revealing as the one Brad had picked out for Darlene.

"Hey Mike! How's it going buddy?" Brad was quick to laugh and shake Mike's hand, keeping a tight arm around Darlene's waist and pulling her forward, causing her breasts to jiggle and almost shoving them right in Mike's face.

"Great, didn't think you'd be able to make it, but I'm glad you did! Looks like you had the same idea I had! Damn, she's hotter than I thought she'd be!" Darlene blushed at the insinuation that Mike knew what Brad was up to and had brought his own girl for a similar purpose. "So you must be Darlene, huh? Well this is my girl, Mandy." The busty brunette gave a coy wave, even winking at Darlene.

Brad slid his briefcase into the booth, followed by Darlene before taking a seat himself. "So Mike, straight to business or should we have some fun first?"

Mike laughed loudly as the music boomed. "Drinks, then dancing, then business, my friend. Like you even have to ask!"

Darlene gulped nervously and looked around. The club was already packed and it wasn't that long after dinner yet. Looking at the sea of bodies on the dance floor and the amount of drinks flowing from the bar, it wasn't difficult to imagine a number of troubling prospects, though at least with the crowds here the chance of someone she knew picking her out seemed slim.

"Alright then, waitress! Three rounds of shots!" Brad called out raucously before grinning lecherously at Darlene. He pulled her into another kiss then, pushing his tongue back into her mouth. She was caught by surprise and almost resisted before remembering his earlier commands and reluctantly pushing back with her own tongue, swapping spit with the disgusting pervert. Before long, she felt one of his hands grabbing one of her breasts and massaging it insistently. Another of his hands was on her ass again. Unbelievably, she found herself a little stimulated by the way he was grabbing her and couldn't help a light groan of pleasure as she fought both of her instinctive response to either push him away or pull him in, prompting catcalls from Mike and Mandy. The kiss seemed to go on forever, with a second, and then a third groan escaping her lips before the waitress brought back their drinks and left, seemingly unaffected by their display.

Brad finally broke the kiss once the drinks were on the table, instantly throwing back his first shot. "Alright Darlene, you heard Mike, toss them back and lets party!" The uncomfortable wife did as she was told, throwing back all three shots in quick succession, already feeling warm and waiting for the stronger feelings of being drunk to hit her. She felt a bit of dread creeping back into her though, as she realized that a part of her had already liked Brad's touch and wondered what would happen once more **** hit her system. With Brad tugging her arm, she was pulled from her seat and out onto the dance floor, Mike and Mandy close behind.