To Dance, Dance!

Heline whispers to the driver and he soon pulls into 'Dance, Dance!' the city's biggest night club.

As you walk in you smile at your little posse, "Remember, number one rule. Have fun. And, don't do anything I wouldn't do."

They smile back at you knowing there isn't much you wouldn't do anymore.

You saunter up to the bar and engage a cute guy in conversation. After a bit of small talk you lean in and say, "Do you want to fuck?"

"Sure lets get out of here." He whispers back.

"I have a better idea. The men's room is right back there."

You make a bee line to the bathroom and he follows. You slip in and go into an empty stall. He opens the door and you pull him into a kiss. He is immediately aroused. You pull down his pants and flip up your dress.

You smile, you think commando has its advantages, as he slides into you. You put you hands on the stall and bend over. He takes you from behind. You can almost imagine his penis growing larger and thicker from the virus within you.

All to soon you both come. You leave him breathless in the stall, blowing him a kiss as you leave. You catch a vision of yourself in the mirror and are surprised. Despite, almost an hour of vigorous sex you still have that fresh from the salon look. Two minutes later you are back at the bar.

A willowy red head sits next to you eyeing a muscular African American man on the dance floor.

You lean into her. "Want to turn him on?"

She nods. You wait until he is looking and then pull her into a kiss. She reacts with surprise at first then relaxes, allowing you to exchange plenty of saliva, and almost certainly the virus.

You feel like the princess from 'The Princess and the Frog', except instead of turning into a prince, every frog you kiss will become your pretty little fucktoy.

You have several more trysts before the, all too soon, last call. By the time the limo drops off it is nearly dawn. You crash in bed.

By nine, you are awake again. Rather than being hung over you actually feel good. Aroused. You slide a finger in your pussy, mutter a quiet prayer to your goddess Lilith and contemplate your next move.