Find a guy with her

"Fuck you're hot, Mol. And what they just did was super hot. You want to maybe try to find a guy together at the next club?"

You couldn't believe what you were saying. You still can't as you review it through your hangover fog. When did you become such a slut? She readily accepted by way of trying to devour your tongue, her hands busily running up and down your sides, trying to map your body through your tight black dress. She attacked the junction of your neck and shoulder with her full lips and probing tongue while sliding her hand that wasn't busy groping one of your firm tits between your legs, which you spread wider without hesitation. Her hand slid over your panty covered clit while you loudly moaned your pleasure for a period of time somewhere between an instant and interminable.

The limo came to a stop and your friends started filing out, the footballer's hands tightly gripping the asses of both Mary and Julia. Mol slipped off your lap and took your hand, that dangerous look still in her eye, "Come on, Char, let's go find our man."

We made our way through the crowded nightclub, people parting for us as our looks and now-obvious wanton nature granted us immediate VIP status. As Mol and I approached the bar, a handsome guy approached us boldly. Mid 20s, modern haircut, stubble, obviously cut under his brightly colored dress shirt - the hook was set.

"Can I buy you ladies a drink? How about vodka Red Bulls for two beauties such as yourselves?"

Mol giggled and played coy, snuggling up against me and sliding her hand over my ass surreptitiously. "I don't know, you could be dangerous. Couldn't he, Char?" She grazed my shoulder with a kiss and brought our joined hands to her crotch. I could feel her pussy's heat through her dress.

She raised her wet lips to my ear and, just before swiping her tongue through my ear, whispered hotly, "I think this is the one, don't you?"