(Penny = 100) She's in.

Jen was having the time of her life. Her white latex outfit was reflecting all the colors falling from the disco globe, and her massage bra was adjusting to the tune. She was the disco queen of this floor. All she had to do to achieve the goal was to let go of the floor, but that would mean leaving way too soon. She reached out to her inspired admirers, and the cable hanging from the ceiling let her. Tender yet rhythmic gestures and kisses rained upon the dancers, and soon a gagged brunette in a little black dress was carried into the ceiling. Then someone wearing a blue bikini also gave in to the dance.

Penny raised her bright pom-poms, dragging some attention onto herself. Yes! Penny was not letting Jen be the sole star of the party. Already feeling lighter and euphoric, she started throwing moves left and right. She was aware of the physical and spacial weight of her skirt like never before, and everything was contributing to the dance instead of getting in the way. Suddenly, there was a belt on her waist, and she turned to Jen, for it was time to make some moves together.

Jen noticed that the curtains shuffled. Somebody dared be discouraged by the marvelous sight and ran away. Her bestie was doing her best to not bump her with her strict skirt and to not trip in her 'keds' which were becoming more and more **** with their heels becoming ever thinner and taller and sexier.

Jen was unimaginably horny, but kept herself there by maintaining an insane amount of dynamic in her dance. Every muscle was already exhausted, but she was still on until the words were said:

"Jen, I think it's just us."

The disco music instantly switched to slow saxophone solo. Without any more gestures, the girls grabbed each others' belts and kissed each other's lips in the air. And then they both let go.

The orgasm was nuclear. Jen's entire self filled with blood and energy. Open or closed, her eyes still saw fountains of colors bursting out from everywhere at once.

The first thing Jen saw afterwards was Penny in an adjacent transparent glass cage, recovering from an experience of her own. But the white-clad girl was on another level. There was no recovering after that. To her surprise, as soon as she carelessly put her hands on her hips, she was already over the edge again, with a smaller, but so effortlessly achieved climax. One of endless thousands to come.

More dancers inhabited other tens of glass cages. Some she recognized, some must have been there before. There was no music, but it was already inside Jen's head, and so her dance was also fated to continue for eternity.

ENDING #55