“You can come and dance with me though.” My stomach flipped, he was asking me to “dance” with him... and by “dance” he meant go over to th... dance floor with him and do what the rest of them over there were doing – grinding and groping. I swallowed. “I-I can't. I mean, I'd like to, but I can't; my shift isn't over. If my boss catches me he's probably gonna extend the amount of time I have to spend here. Or...or reduce my wages or some crap.” He looked at me, his dark eyes seemed to go right. She also loved to push a big plug in his ass and suck his cock or shove his cock in her cunt and fuck him as he filled her with cum. A guy always came harder with his ass stuffed. She also loved to tongue fuck an ass till he spurt cum all over. Just thinking of it got her on her way to the service men's bar.She parked her car and pinched her nipples making them push against the fabric of the tight top before she walked in. She wasn't there five minutes when a big dude bought her a drink and sat. Dusty quickly followed, gasping and groaning through an orgasm too. They lay panting and whimpering in one another's arms, when suddenly a strange male voice interrupted their reverie."Holy cow, look what we have here," he said. "Two beautiful girls in fuck heaven." Wow, I don't believe it," said a second male voice."Startled, both girls looked up. Two young men were standing beside the bed. Slowly Dusty grinned."My brother Donny, and his friend Jack," she said, introducing the guys to Shari.. ’‘Yes. Pure fire.’‘Her need is the accelerant. And his lust. They got too close–a single spark and… Whoosh.’The fricative sound shuddered her to her nipples, his extension of her metaphor having liquified her core. So, this solid wall of man was a poet. Of sorts.‘That pair didn’t like it…’ Her nod to the middle-aged couple two exhibits down afforded her a glimpse of her fellow-critic’s face. Strong. Impassive. Stony even. Yet with something actively volcanic behind his dark eyes. ‘They thought.