To the club

John was happy and horny after seeing Sara. He started to think about all the bitches who had snubbed him in the past. He was never cool enough or smart enough. He'd gotten to fuck a couple women, but they didn't stay for long. He'd always been awkward and weird. But with this new body? This power? He wondered what kind of damage he could do at the club...

John walked in and it felt like wall to wall pussy. Girls dancing and flaunting everything they had. For the first time in his life, John knew he could have his pick.

"Oh hello..." John heard a female voice say behind him. He turned to see a cute redhead. She was slightly shorter than him. Her green dress showed off a slender body, but not many curves. Her small perky tits pressed against the thin fabric of the dress. The dress stopped midway down her thighs, revealing thin legs. She wore glasses that didn't hide her green eyes. Her nose sported a smattering of cute freckles. In his previous life, John would have been all over her attention, but now he wasn't sure.

"Hi! I'm John."

"Susan." She said, extending a slender hand.

John took it. "Very nice to meet you. Come here often?"

"Not really... I'm actually here with some friends." Susan said.

"Oh! Well... I don't want to keep you..."

"NO!" Susan blurted as John started to leave. "The truth is, we all saw you come in and thought you were hot!" She giggled. John laughed. "I got dared to talk to you. I know I'm probably not your type, but... could you come over and meet my friends, just to let me win the bet?" Susan bit her lip and tilted her head in a way that John couldn't resist.

"I'd be honored." John said with a small bow.

Susan giggled and took his arm. "Right this way!"

Susan led John to her friends: a circle of three girls about Susan's age, but a little more filled out.

"Hey. I'm Angie." A blonde said. She had a stud in her nose and was attractive in that bad girl kind of way. She wore a black tank with jeans. Her tits were at least a C cup by John's guess, and her lips were plump and invited thoughts of dick sucking even in black lipstick.

"Hey." John said.

Angie looked away with a shrug.

John thought she seemed frigid and thought about snapping his fingers, but there were other friends.

"Hey gorgeous. I'm Amy!" She was the shortest of the pack but made John's mouth water. She wore a strapless, short romper with a floral print. (Daisies? John didn't really know his flowers.) What he did know was that those flowers clung to Amy's huge tits (had to be at least DD) for dear life. She had dishwater blonde hair, huge blue eyes, and lips thinner than Angie's, but they'd be welcome to taste his big cock whenever she wanted.

"Hi! John." He said, looking her up and down.

"I know." Amy giggled, looking him up and down.

Last but not least was Anita. "Mmmm... hello..." she purred. Anita was a tall African American with deep chocolate skin and enchanting brown eyes. Her long legs led up to a tight yellow mini skirt and white blouse, open enough to show off her impressive cleavage.

"Nice to meet you all!" John said, cock already aching from the choices laid out in front of him.

"Well... now that you're here... we'd love to get to know you better." Susan said. "Which of us gets to go first?"