You bounced along in the soft cleavage of this mystery date as she made her way out to the street to hail a cab. Her warm chest was actually doing a lot to calm your nerves on being a blind date with a girl recommended by your chaotic mother, even if it was a bit slick to the touch with a barely perceptible sheen of sweat and a bit of a lewd thing to do with a woman you'd just met.
On the way to wherever this "Gelli" was taking you, you continued to make small-talk, mostly about both of your work. While you went on about your prospective internship at the law firm, you also learned Angie was doing quite well as an aspiring model. This didn't surprise you one bit as you'd already been introduced to her curves both in the front and the back in the brief time you'd already spent with her.
After a short drive, you finally asked where you had arrived, to which Angie excitedly called out, "Oh, this club that I just love! It's called, like, Wacky Step or something, I don't pay much attention to the name, just that it's a total blast!" As Angie bounded into the club, you shaking with her chest as she entered, you caught a glimpse at a bright neon sign flashing "Wicked Step" and mentally noted the real name of where you were. At least she was close...
"Oh my God, I am in love with this song!" Angie shouted as soon as she entered the shoulder-to-shoulder club, dozens of girls already packed onto the modest dance floor of the relatively small club. Barging her way through the crowd, you fought to keep your head from falling below the surface of the titanic brunette's cleavage as she began dancing in the group of women.
After just a few minutes of this, you worried you couldn't keep your grasp much longer, especially with the heat of the club already causing a few beads of sweat to line up along Angie's chest. Calling out for help, Gelli seemed almost surprised that you were there as you yelled, "Ummm, Gelli, do you think we could move somewhere...less chaotic?"
Angie yelled for you to repeat yourself over the loud music, but she seemed to get it the second time as she moved on over towards the still cramped bar portion of the club. Angie retrieved you from her sweaty chest, bringing you to hear mouth to speak, "You're fun! You stay here, I'm going to get us some drinks!"
Before you could protest, Angie set you down on a lone bar stool, leaving you to fend for yourself as she disappeared into the crowd of dancing women practically within arms length even at your size. You gulped as a few of the girls around you peered down at you, some with a malicious smirk, and others with a lustful gaze. You nervously turned your back, not wanting to attract any more attention than needed to wait for your clumsy date.
Perhaps you should've been trying to keep some attention on yourself though, as a shadow enveloped you...
1) A curvy girl, tired and sweaty from hours of dancing, takes a load off by sitting right on your chair...
2) A woman who had clearly had way too much to drink, mistakes you for her kinky husband, and is ready to take him home...
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