A dance club

"This place doesn't look real safe Demi," you tell her as you arrive at the dance club she has taken you to, dressed in a tight black mini skirt and tight black leather shirt as she leads you inside.

"You really need to learn to loosen up John. I may be trying to earn your vote, but I'd like for us to have some fun, too," she teases you as she starts grinding on you, your mind starting to drift to what she had told you earlier.

"Have a joint. I still do from time to time, even though my fans think I'm clean now," Demi tells you as she pulls you close, the weed you are partaking in with her taking your mind to places it shouldn't be going with her.

"Smoking pot always makes me so horny," Demi whispers in your ear as you place a hand on one of her thighs, smiling to yourself when you see her parting them for you a little bit.

"MMM..." Demi moans as she leans her head back and reacts to your hands tracing a line back and forth across her pussy, starting to get more aroused then she should.

"Hey Demi. Would you and your friend here like some coke?" you hear a voice from the shadows saying to her as you kiss her and slide your hand into her panties, rubbing her cunt up and down as she starts to climax.

As a fan of Demi's, you know you shouldn't act as an enabler, but as a guy who wants to get into her pussy later, you're up for anything that will help you achieve that goal.

And you were hoping Demi would be willing to fall off the wagon, at least for a night.