Make your way to the dancefloor.

You came here to dance, not fool around with VIP or guys at the bar. So you tag along with your friends Bella and Adrienne, and jump right into the thrashing mass of bodies.

It's difficult to stick together because of the blaring music huge mass of bodies, and while you quickly lose your friend Bella, you manage to hang onto Adrienne until you find a spot you can slip into. She's still not far away, and after a few songs you look up to see her surrounded by guys.

A sharp note of envy burning through you, you try not to look at her anymore. You look anyway, because even though you don't want to see, you also can't stop staring.

You notice that her dress looks like it's about to burst at the seams, because she's dancing so energetically. Not to mention it was probably a size or two small to begin with. Her huge breasts practically pour out the top, and the hemline seems to barely cover her ass. "What a slut." you think to yourself, "she looks so trampy."

But just that moment, you see that a hot guy seems to have noticed you and before long you're dancing together. Or more, you're dancing for him, because as soon as he arrives, you begin showing off.

After displaying your best moves, you start grinding on him aggressively in an attempt to catch up with Adrienne. But when you look around, you see that she's nowhere to be found. A small pang of embarassment runs through you, and now you're feeling immature. You wonder if she noticed how irritated you had gotten.

But after you feel your partners body start to respond a little too enthusiastically, you're pulled back into reality. His boner is pressing against you, and you blink with surprise when he leans in. "Hey... do you wanna get out of here?" he asks in your ear.