The music and blood pounded in my ears as we struggled, going virtually unnoticed amongst a crowd of others, their bodies intertwining as groups dance... and couples grinded together in time with the music. Her breath was steady and tempered as a woman who preferred to be in control – needed it even. Well, control is one thing she wouldn’t get from me. I looked down at her, my lips curling in a crooked grin, sending a challenge from my green eyes to her grey, awaiting the reply. Slowly…ever so. The girl gasped. “How does this feel?” he asked softly. His fore finger was inside her pussy barely up to his second knuckle. She was so wet. “It… it feels fine,” she gasped. Her face was hot, her hands clenched at the padded table. Then he started to slide in further, before sliding out and then back again. Was he examining her insides now? It felt good when he touched her. “Lay your head down,” he said. She noticed that something in his tone had changed. His voice was hard, his eyes. Now!" I finally find the courage to speak up. "I don't think so." she says, almost like a dominatrix."This is wrong!" I retort, covering my dick."You know you want me. I saw you watching me masturbate last week." I was going to tell you som-" Excuses!" she yells, suprisingly loud. "Judging by how fast you were stroking back there, I can tell you're pretty horny."I'm speechless at this point. I don't know what to do. As I watch her take the rest of her clothes off. I realize I can't move. I'm in. "I think she likes you buddy," the bartender said to Johnny.Johnny scoffed. "Yeah right. I mean look at her. She's so... beautiful."Johnny watched the young lady walk from man to man hoping to find a good conversation. The men were practically throwing themselves to her. Johnny felt he had no chance so continued to drink his champagne and talked to the bartender."I guess I don't turn you on huh?"Johnny, startled, turned to see the beauty standing right in front of him. God she was.