![]() ![]() I am not looking for an overly muscular guy, my type being more regular builds. None of these are however what I am looking for. There are also a couple of topless ones moving around. I also see girls wearing even less clothes than me, one wearing what is basically a pair of panties and a see-through top. I see muscular guys in tight shirts or, in a few cases with no shirt on. I see girls wearing long dresses that drag across the floor behind them. I see guys looking out of place in clothes that would fit better in a board room. Looking out over the dance floor I see a great variety of people. I consider going to the bar on the side and getting a drink, but I don't want to get too drunk and I already had two shots at home before leaving to get my courage up. ![]() Flashing laser lights providing what little light there is on the large dance floor that take up most of the room. I deposit my purse in the cloakroom, before walking into the dimly lit main room. Of course the cynic in me recognizes that the reason for the heat is exactly that, to encourage the patrons to wear as little as possible. The air in the club is hot and stuffy, making me kind of glad I am not wearing more than I am. ![]() A mixture of spilled drinks and human fluids, and not just sweat. I kind of regret not wearing ear plugs, but doing so in a place like this would just be advertising that I don't fit in.Īt the same time as the music hits me the smell does as well. As I walk through the door, the boom of the music strikes me like a hammer to the ears. Having done my homework I know that any girl showing a certain amount of skin is let in, no questions asked and no cover charge required. Now I am not judging, I am a big proponent of people doing their thing, as long as no one gets hurt, it just isn't my usual scene. And the second reason is that it is the kind of club where the music is loud, keeping conversation to a minimum and the clientele is the kind that is only interested in one thing. The first, that it is one I would never usually go to, so the chances of running into anyone I know is relatively small. The club I have chosen is one I have never been to before. Another great feature of the dress is that it has an open back, so it really doesn't work with a bra. So now I am standing outside a club wearing a dress so short that I am sure that if I take a long step, it'll creep up enough that anyone will be able to see my black panties. So I bought it and then stuck to wearing it at home and even then I didn't get to wear it much since it turns out that what my ex really liked was taking the dress off of me. The only reason I own it is because my ex-boyfriend said he thought I would look super hot in it. I have put on a dress that I would normally never be caught in. I have of course been taking good care of myself, but plastic just isn't the same as the real thing. I have never done anything like this before, but I got out of a long term, at least for me, relationship a month ago and going from getting it every day to not getting any has left me horny and frustrated. ![]() There is plenty of action, but it takes a bit longer to get to it. Before the story starts, just a little heads up that this story has a lot more build than my previous stories. ![]()
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