On the dance floor

Feely's face undertook a devious transformation as she swayed slightly with drunkenness. "Your roommate is on the prowl tonight! Check her out." Feely came to my side and wrapped an arm around my waist, pointing with her other manicured hand at the dance floor.

Kayla was moving her ass like she had a hula hoop, but the thing wrapping itself around her waist was a man's arm, Mat's I can only assume. Each time her hip rotation worked itself back, the man worked himself forward, pushing his crotch into her ass. Kayla's cleavage glistened the sweat she was working up dancing sexy with other men. This night was likely to prove even more uncomfortable than I'd imagined trying to keep up with the lies, if that's even possible.

I worked my eyes away from her, trying not to break character, "Well, I'll let her finish her little dance. What are you and I getting up to, Feely girl?"

"We're taking shots!" Said Feely emphatically grabbing my arm.

"Girl, I drove."

"We'll take a taxicab. Now drink with me, Ricky."

I couldn't think up an excuse fast enough, and soon a second shot of liquor was burning its way down to my belly. We ordered some mixed drinks and another round of shots to be sent over to the table. I followed Feely's swaying round ass to a booth where three men and a women sat drinking and laughing.

I was introduced around to Nora, an accountant of some sort, and her tall boyfriend Mitch, and two other handsome employees of the website, Glenn and Chris. I sipped on some fruity cocktail as they told me how glad they were to have Kayla on board, and some about how much fun she seemed to be having.

I looked back at the dance floor. Kayla had her hands pressed flat against the ground and was shaking her as up and down rapidly. Her tits swung nearly popping a nipple and her skirt seemed bunched up in the back. Her eyes were closed and it was rather far away but it seemed like she was biting her lip. Mat had a handhold on each hip just above the ass cheek and was pulling her back into him.

Chris said to Glenn, "That girls sure knows what to shake and how to shake it."

Glenn replied, "Yeah, she's sure one fine piece of ass," before looking in my direction and saying, "And her roommate's not half bad, either."

Feely whispered to me, "Glenn's bi if you're interested."

Things kept getting more complicated, more uncomfortable, and I already had a thong wedged up my ass. A waitress brought 6 shots to the table and we ordered more and toasted to new friends and great coworkers. I was starting to get hot in the face from the drinks. Mat arrived leading Kayla by the waist and scooted into the booth before Kayla took a seat right on his lap.

"Hey, bitch. Remember me?" I said, trying to sound effeminate but also trying to hint at Kayla that I was more than a little uncomfortable with the situation.