I bent over to help her back up but her 2 friends grabbed her before I could. "I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there! Is there anything I can do to help?" I said. "No, please don't worry about it." the woman responded. "I'm Steve. If there's anything I can do please don't hesitate to ask." "Nice to meet you Steve I'm Kesha.You may have heard of me before... Anyways, we're going to a club down the block... How about to pay me back for knocking me down you come with and dance with us?" "Uh... Sure. But I don't think they're letting people in now. It's kind of late." I said. "Don't worry about that, Stev." She said, although I wondered why she had pronounced it Stehv not Steev. "I know the bouncer at Blow, the club down the street. He said he'd leave the backdoor cracked open for us." Sure enough, when we got to the back door of the club, it was open. Her two friends smiled to each other and high fived. When we got in we weren't in a club, just a backroom. It looked like a high school prom set up, with a couple big bowls of Kool-aid set up in the middle of the room. One was blue, and probably was blueberry or something. The other one was pink. It probably tasted like strawberry. Strawberry is my favorite flavor. Kesha leans over to me, hand sliding down my chest towards my pants and says "Why don't you grab us a drink, Stev?" I nearly trip running so quickly to get her a drink. My dick was getting harder every second I was with her.
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