She makes it inside at least

Emily's legs trembled as she stepped into the hotel clutching onto Mark's arm for dear life. She was felt hot and flushed with every step her mind starting to swim through the haze. It was unlike anything she had experienced before and only the beginning of her sexual awakenings for the evening. Samantha had far more in store for her 'friend'.

The lobby for the hotel was brightly lit with plenty of floor lights pointing upwards to give the place a more vast and cavernous appearance. Normally, Emily would have had the presence of mind to steer Mark away from all of them to maintain a semblance of modesty considering the nature of her skirt, but she was too focused on the pleasure emanating from her pussy. A small patch of wetness had begun to form at the front of her panties. If anyone had been paying closer attention to Emily, they'd have a full view of her practically naked body. The lips of her pussy pressed against the silk material of her panties as the wetness grew turning them transparent.

Fortunately, someone had been paying attention. Andrew, one of the boys at school Emily had rejected last year, stood in the corner without a date watching Emily's movements with interest. His eyes were focused on her awkward poses and the trembling of her legs. Mentally, he was fuckiing her with every step imagining that perfect, untouched body displayed wantonly for his own pleasure and amusement. He almost didn't notice Samantha coming up beside him a gleeful, sadistic smile on her own face.

"You like what you see," She asked as Emily tightly brought her legs together to hold back an orgasmic moan.

"Yes," Andrew admitted reluctantly.

"Good, then I'll have her in the room as promised. Dressed just like you want," Samantha nodded.

Emily, oblivious to the deal going down, stifled another moan but barely. She wouldn't last much longer like this. Her eyes went wide as the buzzing in her cunt grew and the intensity increased. She wasn't able to stop the moan this time, but Mark seemed preoccupied with getting their room for the evening checked in before leading her towards the dance floor. The moan was high pitched and mixed with a squeal her eyes starting to blur again. A trail of liquid ran down her leg as she wobbled unsteadily with Mark by the punch bowl. Everything he was saying seemed distant like it was coming from down a far away tunnel.

Something pressed hard against her entrance pushing the egg painfully against her hymen. She tried to focus on the person in front of her seeing Samantha's hazy outline, "Samantha... it hurts..."

"Can't take a little bit? I'm doing fine still," She bragged back.

Clenching her teeth, Emily tried to fight back all the chaos, "Uh... yeah, no. I mean. I'm fine."

"Great, you should drink this though. You're looking a little unsteady," Samantha suggested handing a glass of punch in a red solo cup to Emily. Bubbles were fizzing up to the surface though Emily dimly was unaware that this was unusual.