| Straight: Strangers: Consolation Prize (2/8) |
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wank. I guess I fell asleep for I woke much later to see the streetlights on outside. I cleaned up my earlier issue and got dressed. Looking at the time I saw it was gone 10pm so quickly headed out of my room. I asked at the reception if they could recommend a good pub and was told the Griffin served a good pint but, as there was only 20 minutes’ drinking time left, that I might want to try a club called the Oasis about 5 minutes’ walk away. Heading out into the night I mulled over where to head before deciding on the club. I found it without any problem and headed inside. I was slightly disappointed as there weren’t very many people in, all the more so as it was quite a small venue. Nevertheless I headed to the bar and ordered myself a pint and chaser. The barmaid, seeing the look on my face, volunteered that the place would be heaving in about 25 minutes when the pubs emptied. True to her word and almost to the minute a multitude poured through the doors and soon there was hardly room to move. With the crowd filling the place the music was cranked up and the dance floor writhed with a mass of bodies. I wasn’t particularly on the prowl; having set my sights on the delectable, yet unavailable Miss Marks, and having always enjoyed dancing I soon joined the dance floor and surrendered myself to the beat. I was enjoying myself amid the mass of sweaty bodies, vaguely people watching, and had decided I was glad I had come. Feeling no need to be anything other than part of the “body music,” I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. Looking around, I noticed a young woman dancing with her back to another woman. The couple was about 5 metres away from me and presented a very nice spectacle. They were both grinding hard against each other, hands slipping up and down the sides of each other’s bodies. The woman in front, maybe 21 years old, was wearing a baggy t-shirt, Betty Boop on the front in typical sultry pose, and a light coloured skirt that stopped about 2“ down her thighs. Her friend kept flicking the sides of the skirt, never actually giving anything away, and alternately lifting the t-shirt and pulling it tight across the girl’s ample, yet braless, breasts. The girl’s hair was gelled back against her scalp, exposing many piercings in her ears. Her face was heavily made up, Goth style, and a heavy chain hung round her neck. There seemed to plenty of the local young wolves gravitating around them and though it was very pleasant and erotic to watch, when the next song finished, I headed for the bar. Eventually I managed to get a bottle of water and was just swallowing my first mouthful when a finger tapped me on the shoulder. I turned and saw the Goth from the dance floor. “Any chance of some of that water please?” she asked. I passed the bottle to the girl and she promptly up-ended the bottle over her head and let the water cascade all over her. Smiling, I watched the water soak into her t-shirt and her breasts appear through the sodden material; her nipples hardened and a hoop through her right nipple became obvious. “You like Betty Boop, do you? “She asked. Without |
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straight strangers
