Dancing Queens (Canon)

The lights had dimmed. The deep beat of the music were pumping. The **** flowed freely. Her guests were dancing, laughing, making out, even groping each other openly. If she was there to appreciate it, she would surely consider this to be her greatest party yet.

Only, Skylar Wayne was not shaking her ass on the dance floor. Skylar Wayne was not behind the DJ booth, directing the crowd. Skylar Wayne was not gossiping in the kitchen. Skylar Wayne was not even at the bar, flirting with whatever guy had caught her eye that night. Skylar Wayne was not doing anything that she would normally be doing at a party like this.

Skylar Wayne was currently busy recording two police officers receive a blowjob from a masked Layla Nelson, groaning in their seats as the kneeling blonde milked the last of the senior officer's seed from his balls. "So," Skylar smiled, her brilliant white smile complimenting her loose pink top and black leather shorts, doing nothing to hide the look of an apex predator who had just cornered its prey. Her facade may look angelic, but the look in her eyes told the real story. "This party is not making too much noise. The complaint was an over-reaction by a crotchety old neighbor. **** is not being supplied to under-aged people, and there absolutely was NOT an orgy happening on the front lawn. Are we clear?"

"Y-Yes," gasped the junior officer, his spent cock still resting untucked on his pants. "There was nothing happening that wouldn't happen at any other party."

"I couldn't agree more Officer Garris," Skylar beamed. "What about you, Officer Cornwall? My library of you seems to be growing all the time," she asked the older, senior officer with a teasing wink.

The mustachioed policeman frowned at the teenage girl who seemed to have them cornered. He had caught the blonde heiress speeding a number of times, yet she had always managed to escape without a ticket. it had almost became a game at this point. He would pull her over, she would bat her eyes at him, and 10 minutes later she was riding him like a woman possessed. Sometimes he would bend her over into the backseat and take her from behind. Sometimes he'd fuck her on the bonnet of her car. One time she'd even sat in the passenger seat and sucked his cock for the rest of his shift. He'd be damned if Skylar Wayne didn't have the sweetest mouth and tightest pussy in the whole town. If his wife ever found out, she'd kill him...

"You wouldn't want this recording to get out now, would you? Two police officers receiving sexual favors from a pretty young girl whilst they're supposed to be on their shift? You two, the previous two officers before this, and the ones before that, and before that, and before that... Almost the whole department! I can't forget all the fun that we've already had together either, Officer Cornwall. Why, it might just be the biggest scandal Amethyst Shore has seen in years!" Skylar gasped in false shock. Her eyes weren't lying though, Officer Cornwall could see the very real threat.

"I didn't see nothing," he finally admitted, defeated. This absolutely COULD NOT get out. The **** would be scandalized. He would be ruined.

"I'm glad we were able to sort that out," Skylar grinned in triumph. "I do have a good evening." Still grinning, Skylar strut over to the younger officer before leaning down and pecking him on the cheek. "Officer Garris." She then took a step over to Officer Cornwall, and shocked both Layla and the Garris by straddling Cornwall's hips on her knees. Looking down with a mischievous smirk, Skylar crushed her lips against the grizzled veteran's initiating a deep kiss. Rather than pull away, however, Skylar only deepened the kiss, plenty of tongue visible for the other watchers. Cornwall's hands moved up to grab her ass, eliciting a pleasured moan from Skylar. Still the kiss deepened, venturing well past good taste and into the region of outright eroticism. The fact that Cornwall hadn't even put his cock away was very apparent, now that he had hardened once more. Skylar rubbing her covered pussy over a man will do that, of course. It was another 15 seconds before Skylar finally broke the embrace and stood up. "Officer Cornwall," she winked, before taking a step back.

"See that the good officers make it to their vehicle please, Layla," She said as she bent forward to adjust her messed-up top, giving the officer a wonderful view of her cleavage. "They've had quite the eventful night," she smirked as she stood back up and left the small office near the front door. Sending the recording to a secure server, Skylar walked but the the party with a strut that only the most self-assured of queens could pull off, her heels clicking against the floor in victory. The server room was located in Wayne Manor itself, normally guarded 24/7 by some of their security detail. Skylar had given them the night off tonight. The staff always made the party guests paranoid, she couldn't have that. No, tonight was going to be the best party ever! Until the next one, Skylar grinned to herself.

Her good mood wouldn't last for too much longer.

James Winchester was no longer at the Wayne party. He was no longer even in Amethyst Shore. He wasn't even on planet earth, he was sure.

No, James Winchester must have died and gone to heaven.

Or maybe he was on an alien planet?

Maybe he was just asleep, dreaming this whole thing?

Wherever he was, it certainly couldn't be a real place. There was no way a guy like James Winchester could ever found on the dancefloor or a raging house party hosted by the most popular girl in school, with an honest to God harem of busty, beautiful girls dancing as provocatively as they could get away with surrounding him. He had definitely never experienced anything like this before.

He had definitely never had the experience of a sexy cheerleader grinding on his now very erect cock before turning around and pulling him down for a scorching kiss. Reyna Harris had changed that, however. Sure, she wasn't as busty as some of the other girls at the party, but the way she held herself and the look in her eyes just screamed sex appeal. After dueling his inexperienced tongue for a few minutes, the two teens had to pull back for some aire.

"I can see why Sky is interested in you," Reyna yelled over the music with a knowing grin, before running her tongue over her lips in a very seductive manor. "I can taste your potential."

"You can taste it?" James yelled back, a giddy dumb-struck look on his face.

"I can feel it too," Reyna giggled, giving his restrained cock a generous squeeze. James supposed he had to be thankful that he was wearing skinny jeans. Anything looser and he would have been walking around with a tent pole pitched. Still, he couldn't help the goofy grin that he now wore. His family should have moved to Amethyst Shore years ago.

"What do you mean Skylar is interested in me?" James asked, not wanting to let the ledge stay buried.

"Whoops," Reyna grinned, not even slightly repentant. "I shouldn't have said that, silly me. I guess I better distract you from that."

The last time Reyna kissed James, he held her hips as the stood still. This time, she moved his hands to her toned ass, rocking her body against him in time with the music. James enjoyed this one more. Her playful giggle into his mouth after he squeezed her ass? Ok, he enjoyed this one A LOT more.

"I've got to go find my friends now," Reyna said as they broke their kiss again. "Give me your phone," she commanded.

"Uhh, sure," James complied. He wasn't exactly thinking straight right now. Reyna could have ordered him him to walk off a cliff and he'd probably obey in his current state. The leggy brunette tapped away on his phone for a moment, before showing that she had added her number to his contacts. The two kiss emojis next to her name spread his big dumb grin even further.

"If you're ever bored, give me a text," she winked.

"Okay," he nodded. He probably should have stopped nodding after the third time, but Reyna only giggled again at his ridiculousness.

"Enjoy the dance floor!" She called to him as she walked away.

James' grin never left his face. Yes, yes he would.

"Oh my god! I love this song!" screamed the excitable Ginny Green as the DJ began to play the newest number. The happy-go-lucky, tight bodied blonde spun in a circle, beaming at her best friend. She didn't possess the usual voluptuous features that many in Amethyst Shore normally have, but her perpetually upbeat personality and winning smile always managed to make many a guy and some girl's hearts beat faster. In her cute canary yellow top and white miniskirt, she had certainly had that effect and more.

"You've said that about the last 4 songs," laughed the purple haired Violet June. It was very apparent that both girls had enjoyed the generous libations served up by their hosts. Violet was quite a short young woman, but absolutely stacked when it came to her breasts and ass. Her leather jacket and tight jeans gave off the pink rock rebel vibe that she personified.

" Yup!" Ginny giggled, popping the P sound with her lips. "Probably the next one too. This DJ is amazing!"

"He is pretty good," acceded Jasmine Thompson, the brunette leader of their little group. "I would have thought Skylar would just put on a playlist or something." There was obviously no love lost between the two wealthy heiresses. Jasmine was the most traditionally beautiful of the trio, with doe brown eyes, large breasts and a form ass. The tight white cocktail dress she wore certainly enhanced her features.

"Oh come on Jazz, you know Skylar always goes all out when it comes to her parties." Violet and Skylar were old friends, and never really had much patience for the rivalry Jasmine shared with her.

"Because she just HAS to buy everyone's love," the brunette retorted.

"Stop being such a sourpuss," complained Ginny. "Let's have some fun!" The giddy blonde spun into the thick of the dance floor, beckoning her friends to follow.

"You heard the boss," Violet grinned, grabbing her friend by the hand and dragging her along into the crowd. "Shut up and dance!"

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Anastasia Prescott watched the man with interest. Skylar's henchwoman had just left, so now he stood alone on the dance floor. It was time to say hello.