Well, clubs have drinks!

You decide to go to the mixed dance club so you look for something more comfortable than a suit to get in. You decide to go simple, jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black cap. You had a zip-up black hoody that you left mostly open, you smile as it as been a long time since you wore something so comfortable.

On your way there you see a guard at the entrance of the area separating the clubs to the resort, most peoples probably mistake him for some sort of door-man but you know better. His posture looks stiff but there is no tension in any of his visible muscles, it can only mean the man is used to stand at ease like this, you don't know any civilian capable of standing in such a straight posture for long periods of time without signs of discomfort.

He also as a discrete earpiece and some kind of shield etched on his jacket, you also see him pay more attention to you than the smoking hot babe walking in front of you. No man would do such a thing without rigorous training, it may sound stupid but those things are ingrained in your very being and not easy to get rid of. Every man is hardwired to look at attractive women, your old instructor used to say that he saw more man took down because of a skirt more than tactical mistakes.

When you pass near him you give him a small nod reminiscent of the one you would give a comrade and he returns it knowingly, just like you had scoped him out he had done the same. You being the most obvious threat his focus, probably subconsciously, was turned to you, your nod only confirming his instinct were right to single you out.

Once past the threshold, you're assaulted by the music and the sent of combined sweat and sex filling the air, you follow the signs leading to the mixed club and arrive at an archway flanked by to hotties.

" Hey, handsome." ... " Welcome to the mixed club!" ... " You got strong arms, baby." They say in turn clipping a bracelet around your wrist. You wonder why they would need such a thing, it was not like anybody had to pay to enter or anything. When the babes open the doors the music gets really fucking loud, the pamphlet in your room had advertised loud music so your not surprise but it still takes a minute to get used to.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NxLEUILwmnE (if you want to get in the music mood)

You step inside and look around taking your bearings, there's a huge dancefloor with peoples dancing, although, some of them are grinding or outright fucking each other. There are stairs that lead to what seems to be VIP booths on the second and third levels, you can also see the fourth level through the glass ceiling that has another smaller dancefloor. You finally spot your destination on the other side of the dancefloor and you start moving toward it.

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India was bored, she just finished her shift at the cabaret and thought she'd stop by the club to have some fun. She even made the effort of dressing up.

Problem was that there was nobody interesting tonight, the same old rich and boring peoples. She had nothing against them but when you worked here for 10 years even the dirtiest and kinkiest of them was old news. That was her problem, she had seen it all, after 10 years nothing was surprising her anymore. Just when she was about to give up and leave a voice called out to her.

"Hey, Indi. Nice dress, hoping for a good time I see." India turns to see a cute little thing entering her booth.

" Let me guess, still in a costume from your last client, bay? I hope you had more fun than me." India asks giving the teen a smile. The teen gave her a small smile back before letting herself heavily fall on the couch.

"Nah, he was boring as hell, 'call me daddy' ... 'tell daddy you love his cock' ... not something I hate, mind you, but it takes you out of the fantasy when he moans like a bitch and cum in 30 seconds after begging you to fuck him." Bailey moans out of frustration to her friend.

"Come on, Bay, you're the one asking for the cosplay gigs, you know they can be kind of weird some times," India says laughing at her friend's misfortune.

"Believe me I have no problem with weird, but if you're going to make me all hot by asking me to call you daddy you better put out and fuck me ... not the other way around." The trans teen says before taking a look a the dancefloor.

India did the same and her eyes swept over the horde of dancers waving like the ocean, it was hypnotizing to look at so many peoples move, dance and fuck in the same place. Something attracted her attention in the corner of her vision, a man was taking in the club sight and atmosphere. There was seemingly nothing special about him but for some reason, she feels compelled to watch him. After taking stock of his surrounding he starts to make his way toward the bar.

India sees him make his way through the dancing frenzy with ease, a mixture of choosing the right path and the crowd parting for him. The cabaret dancer had to admire the grace this man was moving with, she also wonders if he knew how his presence was affecting the crowd. Many women and men touched and caressed him when he passed by, inviting him to dance with them.

The man didn't react to any of the advances he got until a cute girl cuts his path and starts dancing in front of him, she was doing a shuffle dance but the thing she was shuffling the most was her butt on his crotch.

At first, India thought the man was checking the girl out but his eyes seemed to look past her butt to her feet. Her suspicions were proven right when the man, out of nowhere and with a dexterity she wouldn't have thought possible for him, start matching the girl step almost to perfection. India was not the only one surprise, the crowd surrounding them all but stop looking at the display of skills.

When India thought this man couldn't possibly make the crowd more wet for him, he flips on one of his hand in a breakdance pose holding for several seconds. His shirt and hoody fall over his head exposing his chiseled chest and abs making the crowd almost visibly moan before he flips back to his feet, give the girl a kiss on the cheek and resume his trek toward his goal.

" Did you see that?" India asks her friend. After not getting a response she turns to see her friend looking toward the man with hooded eyes and almost drooling at the sight. India lets an earthly laugh out before shaking her friend out of her daze.

"Earth to Bay, watch out or you're going to drool all over your schoolgirl uniform," India warns before taking a sip of her wine.

"Holy.fucking.hell ... you think he'd let me call him daddy?" Bailey asks humorously licking her lips.

"There is only one way to know. Hey, Emilia, mind doing us a favor?" India calls out to a waitress passing by.

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You were at the bar for only 5 minutes and you already had to let down 2 girls and one girly man, you start to think your little stunt was a bad idea. You had come here to relax and have a drink, not for a pickup fuck. You decide to stay since to go back would have you pass through the dancefloor again, you're pretty sure you had your ass groped more in the 2 minutes it took to make your way here than in your whole life before that.

You just start to sip your beer when a pretty blonde lady in uniform comes up to you and lean to talk in your ear.

"Sir, the 2 ladies in the booth over there would like to invite you to join them. They say they would make it worth your time." The waitress says pointing you to a booth where a lady with long black hair and a girl with ponytails waves at you. The waitress pulls back, gives you a smile and a wink before returning to her duties.

You consider your options, on one hand, you had come here for a drink and relax but your little stunt had attracted too much attention and it was unlikely you'd go more than a couple of minutes before having to turn down someone. You could always try and find one person to talk too for a while, this would probably fend off the incessant request. Or you could go and see what those ladies want from you.