Club Nysa — CUK: Good night

As Erik allows himself to get dragged onto the dance floor, his eyes drop to the teasing sway of his girlfriend's exposed hips and thighs.

Despite how outrageously hot Vi is, Erik nevertheless feels his feet drag behind him.

It’s been a long night. And his body reminds him of it.

He glances left, towards one of the sides of the huge club, towards the side with a few more tables and booths for tired clubbers.

“Holy shit.” He murmurs.

‘Amelia…’

He didn’t expect to see her; the faculty presence was lower than expected, but there she is, the cleavage on display, jiggling as she covers her mouth to laugh. And another woman with her… Who is that?

Amelia turns and sees him; she holds his gaze for a moment, her lips pulling upwards at one side. The other woman turns to see what’s got her attention, scanning the crowd, passing over Erik.

Only to snap back at him, Amelia already turned back to her assumed compatriot, resuming their conversation.

The purple-haired woman, bustier than even Amelia, narrows her eyes before breaking out into a smile as she turns her attention back to Erik’s professor.

A chill runs down his spine.

Vi pulls him onto the dance floor; her eyes find his, and she grins, popping her hips side to side as she backs out onto the dance floor, her chest pressing against his.

“I like your dancing, hottie.” She grins up at him, linking her fingers around his neck.

Erik chuckles, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her close. “Could say the same for you.”

“Could?” She teases, pushing her thigh up against him, rubbing his bulge.

“You gonna get it up for me? Or is that reserved for your new bar girl?”

Erik winks, his hands gliding up her side and grabbing her breast. “You gonna give me something to get it up for?”

Vi shivers as he lets go of her tit; she unhooks her fingers and runs them down his chest. She leans up and speaks over the music, “Put your mask on.”

She pulls at his wrist, deeper into the crowd, her head on a swivel, Erik all too happy to play along, pulling his cowl over his head.

Looking for someone.

Erik reaches down to grab her hips, smirking down as she looks over her shoulder.

And then she finds him.

The man she was looking for, the person she was dancing with.

She walks up to him, a fellow Batman cosplayer; she crooks her finger. He looks up, mask still on, and steps closer to her, Vi backing with each step toward Erik.

She turns and puts a hand on Erik’s shoulder, arching her back, grabbing the other guy’s front, pulling him against her ass.

She smirks at him; the guy doesn’t care, not sparing a look at Erik, his eyes cast downwards, his hands on her lower back, guiding her to arch more, which she obeys, more than willing.

She bites her lower lip, her chest on his, she mouths the statement for Erik, “Touch me, daddy.”

So he does. Reaching for her chest, inhibitions gone now, reaching below her costume, grabbing her almost bare breast, the only modesty afforded to her in this costume being the nipple pasties.

She moans, pushing her ass back into the guy, reaching behind her, grabbing his wrist as he squeezes her ass greedily, grinding into her backside, lest she pull away.

She reaches down, grabbing at Erik’s cock, undeniably erect now; how could it not be?

“My dirty little slut.” He words silently, Vi grinning with satisfaction as she presses closer to Erik, stroking him above his pants.

The man behind her, not relenting, steps close, the force of his arrival echoing onto Erik. Vi bites her lip again, her eyelids fluttering, her dainty fingers pressing into him harder.

She looks back at the other bat cosplayer, putting a hand on his chest. He looks up, for a moment looking at Erik, but it doesn’t last long; he peers down and grabs the back of her outfit, pulling it up, her bare ass out. He presses hard against her, grabbing her ass and grinding against her, his bulge directly against her exposed wet snatch.

She looks up at Erik, waiting for his permission, waiting for his approval to have even more fun.

Erik leans down and kisses her lustfully.

She arches her back, using Erik to steady herself, and she starts to shake her ass against the man behind her, his eyes going wide as Erik’s girl twerks against him, his hands unsure of where to sit, switching between her ass, her hips, or just behind his head.

She turns, pressing her ass against Erik now, lifting the costume herself; she moves her ass in tight circles, slowly moving her body downward. The other guy comes close again, looking down at her tits as she stands back up.

She grins at him, grabbing his head and pulling it down between her breasts, gripping his hair as she shakes her chest against his face.

The man pulls out, adjusts the cowl on his head, and lines up the eyeholes again; he makes eye contact with Erik, then Vi.

Vi looks back at Erik, she winks at him.

She pulls the boys close and reaches down to cup both their bulges.

…

Vi walks quickly through the crowd, one hand around each boy's wrist, dragging them with her.

The men don’t look at each other, their eyes fixed on Vi’s swaying hips.

Vi pushes open a staff-only door, dragging the boys into the small storage room, fortunately for them, empty, for now.

Vi lets go of them and looks between the boys.

“Isn’t it your lucky day, boys?”

Erik grins, watching as Vi approaches them both, putting a hand on their chests, slowly sinking to her knees.

“I think I need to give a reward to my masked heroes.” She murmurs, grabbing the front of the costumes of both Batman cosplayers.

‘That explains the mask.’

Erik grins, relaxing his shoulders; Vi tugs him down first, giving a playful, surprised gasp, “So big…” She looks up with awe, perfectly selling the idea that she’s never seen this before.

She looks across at the other man, tilting her head towards Erik, sticking her tongue out to flick the tip of his cock, “Whoever lasts the longest…” She smirks, pulling the other guy's cock out, “Gets to fuck me.”

The other guy groans, her hand wrapping around his length, not nearly as big as Erik, definitely closer to average than Erik.

Vi doesn’t even pretend to be in awe of this guy; instead, she pushes the costume off her shoulders, peeling off the pasties. She pushes her tits together and looks up at the boys. “Good view?”

“Yeah.” Erik growls, stepping closer, pressing his cock head against her cheek.

“Yes…” The other guy says softly, glancing at Erik, a hint of jealousy crossing his features, but he steps forward all the same, not willing to let this opportunity pass him by.

Vi takes him first, her hand wrapping around Erik, stroking him after she spits on her hand.

Her mouth might be on him, but her eyes are fixed on her boyfriend; she easily slides his cock down her throat, barely even reacting as her nose presses into his pubis. She holds her mouth there against him, bobbing slightly as she holds him down deep in her throat.

She pulls her mouth back with a slutty grin, letting her tongue fall out. She looks up at the guy. “Delicious.”

She turns to Erik now, dragging her cheek on his cock, she licks her hand and reaches to the other guy, stroking him now, with a bit more pace than she did with Erik.

“Slut.” Erik grins, grabbing her head; the game has been rigged from the start.

glug guk gluk gluk gluk

Erik greedily fucks his girlfriend's throat, her eyes watering as she stares up at him, her hand slick as she strokes the guy next to him; she lets out a shuddering moan as she turns her head and takes the other guy back inside her mouth.

There are no sounds of gagging here; she might’ve, at some point, gagged with this guy. But Erik has trained her well, and the increased libido has improved her skills.

That doesn’t mean she’s staying quiet.

She moans around the other guy, spitting spit bubbles, using the rough treatment from Erik and using it to give both boys a wet and sloppy blowjob.

She looks up at the guy, sliding her mouth off, letting the saliva drip from her lips onto her chest, “Getting close? Try and last for me… My pussy is dripping for cock.”

She turns and takes Erik back into her mouth, smiling around him, looking up with teasing eyes.

Erik grabs her head again.

Gluk gluk Gllh Gleh Glek Gluhk Gluk

She pulls off, mascara running, her eyes rolling backwards into her head; she turns to the other Batman; she spits on his cock and giggles as she looks up at him, grabbing his hands and putting them on the side of her head.

She glances at Erik, eyes narrowed.

‘Fucking Brat.’

The guy mimics Erik, fucking her mouth, her moans interrupted with genuine gags, more from the force of his thrusts than the length.

He groans, trying to pull her off him, trying to get her to go back to Erik.

But how is Vi going to let that happen?

She follows him, inching closer, grabbing his thigh and keeping her lips around him, swirling her tongue around him.

“FUck!” The guy groans, losing his footing, putting a hand on the wall behind him as his cock erupts; Vi slides her mouth off and turns his cock down towards the floor, coating the ground with a load.

“Oh…” She says, pouting, “You lost.”

The guy looks at Vi, panting heavily; he swallows, his mouth flapping like a fish.

But Vi has moved on from him already, looking back at Erik and licking his cock, inching close, angling herself so his cock rests over her eye.

The couple don’t notice when the door slams closed behind them.

GLUK GLUK GLUK GLEH GEH HYUCK GLU—

Vi chokes as his seed fills her mouth, her cheeks expanding as she tries to swallow as much as she can; she pulls back and heaves, cum dripping out of her mouth onto her cleavage; she looks up, panting, cum dripping off her lip, “How do I look, daddy?”

Erik grins, “Like a stupid bimbo slut.”

She bites her lip.

After cleaning herself off, she pulls out some more nipple pasties, putting them over herself before finishing getting dressed.

“What about that fuck?” Erik grins.

She giggles and pushes him away. “When we get home, horny boy.”

“Did he ever have a chance?” Erik asks.

She smirks, “If you came first. Yeah.” She winks.

Erik chuckles, stepping close to her and grabbing her hair, tugging back; she moans, tilting her head back. “I think you need some punishment, a reminder.”

She giggles, “Do I? You’re gonna do it?”

Erik growls, pulling her flush against him.

Footsteps outside catch their attention. They’ve been here for a long time, as it is.

“Later.” She says, reaching down and lightly gliding a finger over his bulge, “I’ll be waiting, daddy.”

As they step out of the hallway back into the main club area, their hearts drop.

“Hello, Mr. Doe.”

They look to the side, and Erik lets out a slight sigh of relief, causing Amelia to smirk slightly.

Although he does get nervous fairly quickly again, with these worlds colliding, Vi glances at Erik for direction; Amelia knows about them, and Vi knows about Amelia. But… Should it be acknowledged?

Amelia extends her hand, “I don’t think we’ve properly met. Amelia Revers, Vi, correct? Erik has told me so much about you.”

Vi takes it nervously, nodding, conscious of her clothing, and adjusts her cleavage slightly. “Yes! Hi! Uhm, nice to speak and meet properly.”

Erik catches Vi’s gaze, eyes fixed on Amelia's frankly massive tits.

Amelia stands straight and smiles, eyes narrowed, “Do you mind if I speak to Erik for a moment?”

Vi nods wide eyed, letting go of Erik’s hand, “Yep! Of course!” She turns to Erik, “I’ll meet you at the bar?” She smiles as Erik nods, then quickly turns back to Amelia. “I like your outfit, ma’am.”

Amelia smiles, grabbing the wide-brimmed hat, her eyes dropping on Vi, slowly checking out her body. “I quite like yours too, darling.”

Vi blushes and leaves, completely unsure what to do.

She’s not that much taller than him, but right now, with her cosplay, Erik feels tiny.

“I am positive I saw another person enter that hallway with you.” She observes with a sly smirk.

“He… Couldn’t hack it.” Erik replies.

She giggles, her tits jiggling with the vibrations. “If that girlfriend was in the room with you, I can hardly blame him.”

Erik swallows, looking around.

“I wanted to congratulate you on your exam results, Erik. You did exceptionally well.”

Erik groans; his cock is being put through the wringer today, her hand cupping his bulge.

“Very. Good. Do look forward to your reward and review.” She leans close, tilting the hat, her lips brushing his ear, “I certainly am.”

“See you soon, Erik.” She leans back and smiles, waving her hand, motioning for him ot leave her.

No one notices the purple-haired dean, watching from the second level, eyes narrowed, having caught only the end, fortunately, not the groping.

…

Erik collapses on the bar, barely able to keep his head up.

A glass of water hits the bar in front of him; Bea grins at him, wearing a denim jacket now. “You down for a second round, big boy?” She grins, eyes narrowed, unzipping the leather front teasingly.

Erik rarely gives this answer, “I’m… So tired. Maybe next time.”

Bea leans forward, “I know.” She slides the glass closer, smiling as she glances next to him, “Night cheater boy. I’ll be having a taste of her real soon I hope.”

Erik looks across, A passed out Ari leaning on Sai, her other arm over Vi’s shoulder.

“Let’s call it?” Sai asks.

Vi smiles at him.

“You read my mind.”

Erik swaps with Vi, putting Ari’s arm over his shoulder; the boys carry the girl out. Vi walks alongside them.

He looks over his shoulder, the night still young for many.

He sees Anya.

Sitting on the far end of the bar, a pink cocktail in her hand, sipping slowly and closing her eyes with a small shake of her head.

Why does Anya look so upset?