Nightclub Heat (Audio Script)

Stories

“It was so sexy. She started kissing my neck right there in the street. Oh Hey! Great to see you. Love your outfit! Super sexy.”

I’m standing in a tight group of my friends, all of us with drinks in our hands, all of us looking for trouble.

I nod along to the sound of the thumping bass and mesmerizing rhythm, nonchalantly fiddling with my breast binder through my shirt, but feeling cool and confident nonetheless.

My attention fades in and out of the raucous conversation happening between my two best friends beside me.

I’m scanning the crowd, feeling seductive and a bit mischievous. I’m not sure what I’m looking for exactly, but I’ll know as soon as I see her.

I run my palm over my freshly shaved head. I love the feeling of the soft fuzz against my fingertips. It always gives me a surge of confidence.

Tonight I’m wearing my favorite black t-shirt and my trusty pair of vintage jeans, an outfit I tend to get lucky in.

I take another sip of my drink and glance around the crowded, dark bar.

I catch a glimpse of you through a small gap in the throng of people surrounding the bar. Mmm. You’re a new and exciting face.

I come to this queer bar almost every Friday night, and yet I’ve never seen you before.

I try to get a better look at you, as bodies pour over to the dance floor. Even from across the room I can see how fucking hot you are.

I try to crane my neck to get a better look. Like me, you’re surrounded by a group of friends, laughing as you raise a glass to them. You throw your head back now as you laugh and a bolt of desire shoots through me.

You look so sultry as you command the attention of your friends. You’re so clearly the life of the party, I’m intrigued by the way they all look at you, with so much adoration and love. I, too, can’t quite keep my eyes off you.

I try to drift my attention back towards the conversation happening in my own circle of friends, yet you still have me so mesmerized.

It’s not just your low-cut top exposing the soft roundness of your breasts, nor is it the way your jeans cling tightly to your waist and protruding ass as you bounce to the music: it’s the way you hold yourself; It’s your sexy, commanding femininity, the way your friends seem to devour your every word. I start to think I’d like to consume you too.

As my friends chatter on, I sneak more peeks at you across the room. I wonder what it’d be like to touch your skin.

Your eyes are large and animated as you take in the scene around you. All of the people talking, dancing, kissing, touching, laughing.

You look so carefree as you start to shimmy your bare shoulders, as your body ripples from your torso to your waist.

I watch as you lean into a friend covertly, as if sharing an important secret. Some seconds later your friend turns around, looking for something or someone in particular.

Oh, it’s me she’s trying to get a better look at.

My face turns hot and my body tingles. I’ve been caught staring and I quickly look away.

My whole body is thrumming with delight at the thought that you’ve noticed me. Could I possibly be so lucky to have received your attention at the same moment that you’ve received mine?

I try to chat casually with my friends, but my mind is spinning on overdrive, imagining what you might be thinking about me.

Are you as intrigued by me as I am by you?

I take a large gulp of my drink, then, I steal another look in your direction. I just can’t help myself. You’re the most beautiful woman in this room and all I want is for your attention to be on me.

Finally, inevitably, our eyes meet. A reserved, flirtatious smile spreads across your face. Your eyes dance as they size me up. Your gaze skims down my slender, androgynous body. I think you like what you see.

I feel as if you’re imagining everything you’d like for me to do to you. I turn towards you and smirk back. I’d be more than happy to serve you.

I can feel my friends’ smirks on my back as I make my way over to the busy bar. I desperately hope that you’ll come and join me.

As I reach the bustling bar, I glance sidelong at your group. Your eyes are still all over me.

You give me the faintest of smiles as you take your glass between your parted lips. You take a sip and lick your lips for me, tempting me.

Mmm… but still you don’t budge, as if you’re waiting for me to make the first move.

Instead, I order another drink and pretend to play hard to get, and when I’ve turned back to see what your next move will be, you and your group of friends are gone, nowhere to be found.

I have a brief moment of panic wondering if you’ve left.

But then… there you are. You’re planted in the center of the dancefloor, your arms above your head, your hips swaying from side to side.

I shoulder my way back into the crowd. I sway coolly to the music as I move, gravitating towards you, weaving in and out of bodies across the dance floor. Finally, I reach you.

I’m standing right behind you. You greet me by stepping backwards and pressing your backside up against my front, as if to say you’ve been waiting for me this entire time. You look over your shoulder at me and scrape your teeth along your bottom lip.

I place my hands either side of your hips and you sway and rock against me. My hands help to swivel your hips against my aching pussy.

God, I want you so badly.

You fit so well up against me, so snug and familiar. We move together to the music like a single entity, clinging to each other, unable to break apart.

My flat breasts press up against your back as my arms wrap around your waist.

You shiver into me and turn your cheek until it meets my lips. You turn around in my arms and suddenly face me, and the beauty of you hits me anew.

Your lips are so sensuous, all I want to do is taste them.

Your eyes are wide and curious and your breasts are taunting me all over again.

Your face breaks into a devilish grin, as if you know the power you have over me.

My heart is hammering in my chest as you lean in to kiss me, but your kiss arrives on the edge of my jaw instead of my lips.

I can’t do this any longer. I have to have you, and if I’ve read all of your signs correctly, you want me just as badly.

I thread my fingers into yours and step back slowly, daring you to come with me. Your eyebrow arches with amused curiosity, and you let me lead you out of the crowd, and to the only place we might find privacy in this entire bar.

Suddenly, as if a fire has been lit between the two of us, we’re completely and utterly inseparable. Your mouth crashes into mine as I back us clumsily into the open unisex bathroom. You kick the door shut behind us and blindly turn the lock… as I slip my tongue between your lips.

Your mouth is sweet from your previous champagne. Mine tastes of vanilla and whiskey.

I grab your hips and bring them forward to me giving your plush ass a squeeze. I kiss your mouth, your chin, your soft neck. You moan into my mouth, desperately wanting more.

Someone knocks on the bathroom door but we both ignore it.

My hands drift around to the back of your neck and I undo your halter top from behind. I release your buoyant breasts and bend down slightly to take one into my mouth. Your chest is hardened into a tight little bead by the time I get my lips around it. I bite gently around the sensitive skin and you writhe up against me.

I push your body against the bathroom door, and you hiss in a gasp of pleasure.

I let my fingers travel to the base of your jeans. I use both hands to undo the button before I draw down the zipper. You wriggle your ass and hips around to assist me in removing them.

I kiss my way down to your soft belly, dragging your pants down as I go.

Finally, I reach that coveted, sacred place: your pussy. The only thing separating it from my mouth is the thin layer of your satin black underwear.

I take in a deep breath and inhale your scent.

I slip your panties down your thighs, down your calves and ankles, and let them rest somewhere alongside your jeans around your high-heeled feet.

I look up at you with a passionate stare, and you wrap your powerful leg around my shoulders in response.

Without a moment to waste, I bury my nose and lips inside your warm, wet interior.

Oh, fuck you taste good. God, you are so incredibly wet.

I release a long low groan into the space between your legs.

My tongue runs along the tangy folds of your labia, just teasing it with slow little strokes, just running along the smooth insides and lapping up any wetness I can find… dragging it from your leaking core and drawing it up to your clit.

Do you like how slow I can go? Or do you want it hard and fast?

I tickle your clit here and there with occasional flicks of my tongue.

Do you like how I can turn you into a trembling wet mess with just a simple movement of my mouth?

Oh, god, I’ve never tasted someone so good before…

You buck against the cubicle door and a series of high-pitched whimpers and whines leaves your kiss-swollen lips.

How do you like that, mmm?

I swirl my tongue clockwise, and you press yourself even harder up against me so that my tongue might apply more pressure to your throbbing clit.

You sigh out another slew of groans.

Mmm, you like this so much, don’t you?

You like how good I am with my mouth?

I go counter clockwise now, giving you an entirely new pattern of sensation; the same, but different.

Do you like how that feels?

Do you like my tongue sliding so hungrily between your pussy and your clit?

I finally direct all of my attention towards the tight little pleasure core that is your clit. I can feel it swelling against my tongue as more of your juices stick to my chin.

My lips pluck at your clit and your whole body shivers as you groan up at the ceiling.

My tongue is working you so intensely that your knees threaten to buckle beneath you.

With one hand curled around your thigh, I slide my free hand up and around to your back entrance.

I slip two slender fingers up inside of your inner depths, just penetrating you with slow little pulses.

Your unintelligible moaning sounds you like want more.

Do you?

You want three fingers up inside of you? I can definitely do that.

I slip a third finger in and your inner walls tighten around me.

Ah, so you must like that, huh?

The squelch of your wetness turns me on even more—if that’s even possible.

Your hand grabs at the back of my neck and you squeeze me with need.

Your face twists into a mask of desperate pleasure.

Ah, god, I love pleasing you so much.

I love the sounds of your moans.

You feel me inside of you?

Do you feel my fingers filling you up?

I kiss the insides of your thighs as I finger fuck you, the musky scent of your pussy making me drunk and delirious with pleasure.

You are so fucking sexy pressed up against the bathroom door like this.

God, just the sight of you is enough to send me over the edge.

I return my mouth to your clit and you muffle an animalistic groan behind your lips.

You’re close aren’t you?

In and out my fingers go.

Are you going to passion for me, baby?

In… and out.

Faster… you like it fast like that?

Yeah?

Are you going to passion while I fuck you?

Are you going to passion all over my mouth?

My fingers?

Both my tongue and my fingertips start to move faster—desperately fast now.

Oh, fuck, baby, passion for me. passion all over my mouth, baby.

Your body is jerking again and again, tremors traveling from your head to your toes with every stroke of my tongue.

You’re close, aren’t you?

I crane my neck to slip my tongue inside of your vagina, wanting to drink every last bit of your juices.

One of your hands steadies itself against the cubicle wall,

while the other digs into the flesh of my shoulders.

Your cries fill the entire cubicle as your juices fill my mouth.

Slowly, I hoist myself back up onto my feet, breathless, my pussy aching.

I drag a kiss up your entire body, trailing up your belly to your breasts, your neck, your mouth, and I wonder if you can taste your own delicious juices on my lips.

Till next time, lover.

Hope to see you on the dance floor.

Oh, do you like how I can turn you into a trembling wet mess with just a simple movement of my mouth? Oh, god, I’ve never tasted someone so good before. You buck against the cubicle door, and a series of high-pitched whimpers and whines leaves your kiss-swollen lips. How do you like that, hm? I swirl my tongue clockwise and you press yourself even harder up against me so that my tongue might apply more pressure to your throbbing clit.

You sigh out another slew of groans. Mmm, you like this so much, don’t you? You like how good I am with my mouth? I go counterclockwise now, giving you an entirely new pattern of sensation. The same, but different. Do you like how that feels? Do you like my tongue sliding so hungrily between your pussy and your clit? I finally direct all of my attention towards the tight little pleasure core that is your clit. I can feel it swelling against my tongue as more of your juices stick to my chin. My lips pluck at your clit and your whole body shivers as you groan up at the ceiling. My tongue is working you so intensely that your knees threaten to buckle beneath you. With one hand curled around your thigh, I slide my free hand up and around to your back entrance. I slip two slender fingers up inside of your inner depths, just penetrating you with slow little pulses. Your unintelligible moaning sounds you like want more. Do you? You want three fingers up inside of you? I can definitely do that. I slip a third finger in and your inner walls tighten around me. Ah, so you must like that, huh? The squelch of your wetness turns me on even more—if that’s even possible. Your hand grabs at the back of my neck and you squeeze me with need.