"Right this way." Max ushered the girls past the line to the VIP entrance. I still hadn't forgiven him for messing with my app, but paying for our night out was a step in the right direction. At 11 pm, the club had just started filling up, but the DJ was already going hard, the thumping bass reverberating through my body. Beams of lights flashed and spun, slicing through the haze. We headed straight to our table, wanting to get the bottle service started before it got too busy.

"Ever been here before?" I shouted at Livia.

"Just a couple times. Never VIP though." Perfect. Tonight, Max meant to impress and finally seal the deal for both of us. The girls had certainly dressed that way. Hannah wore ice pick stilettos with a tight neon outfit that worked in this lighting. I couldn't say how her skirt stayed put, but Max wouldn't mind if it didn't. With the music too loud for conversation, I understood what he saw in her tonight.

But Livia still put Hannah to shame. She'd chosen a tight dark purple dress with a 70s vibe. The white trim around her neck, waist, and skirt glowed in the blacklight, with less cleavage than usual, but plenty of thigh on display. No buttons tonight. All the easier to peel that dress right off her later. She had cuffed heels and something in her nail polish that sparkled in the lights.

An Asian beauty approached the table to take our order. The club uniform seemed to be velvet sheath dresses paired with thigh-high boots and plunging necklines. No complaints there. Max ordered a couple bottles of real champagne, which she left to fetch right away. My eyes lingered on her as she left.

Livia trailed her nails along my jaw, grabbing it between her thumb and forefinger and turning my head her way. "See something you like over there?" Her tone half-teasing, half-annoyed. Good. Never wanted a girl to get complacent.

"I didn't mind the view, though I prefer the one in front of me."

Her grip on my chin loosened as she pulled me toward her. She took my bottom lip in between her own, giving it a quick nip. Just a little too hard, like me.

"Good answer." Her hand dipped in between my legs, squeezing my stiff dick. "Thought so."

I stifled a groan as the server returned with the champagne.

The design of the VIP tables made it difficult to see people getting handsy, especially in the dark lighting. The owner knew what people wanted, not that I would have cared at this moment. I'd have let her give me a hand job under the table if she wanted. Wouldn't be the first time.

On the other side of the booth, Max untangled himself from Hannah as the girl poured champagne and pretended to ignore us. Once we'd composed ourselves, she handed out the glasses. "Call me over or press the red button if you need anything else." Then she scribbled something down on a slip on the table and pushed it over, tits spilling out of her dress.

It took massive willpower to turn my head back to Livia, but I managed. "VIP service for a VIP lady."

She rolled her eyes, but clinked her glass against mine. "Wanna dance?"

"Not yet." I said, the dance floor still a bit empty for my taste.

Max leaned over and shouted, "I got something special for tonight."

Hidden under the table, he pulled a vial out of his pocket, flashing it at me. Coke. He always brought coke to the club.

I turned to Livia with a question on my face. She leaned into my ear. "Not too much because it's been known to affect performance."

Just thinking about her performance made me throb. That and her hand slid up my thigh and over my chest without touching me where I wanted.

I snuck a glance back at Max, but he'd already taken a little spoon out. Shielding Hannah by pretending to kiss her, he gave her a small bump on the spoon. She giggled as she inhaled, rubbing her nose. "One more."

Max passed the vial to me when she was done, letting us take our share before he took any for himself. What a gentleman.

I shielded Livia in the same way, and we both used about as much as Hannah before passing it back. I felt it almost immediately, aware of Livia's breath against my neck, the tickle of her nails making my hairs stand up. The bubbles in the champagne popped and fizzed in my mouth, and I kissed Livia just to suck it off of her tongue.

By the time we'd finished the first bottle, Max and Hannah were fully making out, and Livia was driving me crazy. An absolute tease, she kept leaning in to talk, running her hands over my chest, but barely letting me brush against the sides of her tits. And as much as I tried, she would not allow me to slide my hand between her legs.

Frustrated but giddy, I stilled her roaming claws. "Okay, let's dance." The club had finally filled up.

Hannah pulled back from sucking Max's face off when we stood, unwinding herself from him in a way that proved she wasn't wearing underwear. "Ooooh, let's dance!" I bet Livia wasn't wearing underwear, either.

We pushed our way through the crowd to the middle of the dance floor. I didn't give a shit about music or dancing so much as I enjoyed moving against Livia's body. As the club neared capacity, the crowd pushed us tighter together and Livia moved her hips against me in time to the driving beat. I shifted our position to slide my upper leg between hers. With a laugh, she threw her arms around my shoulders and rolled her body, grinding her pussy against my thigh. Her eyelids fluttered.

Holy shit. She was actually getting off on my leg.

Between the stimulation of the flashing lights, music, drugs, and alcohol, I doubted anyone else noticed or cared. All the sensations swirled together as I tried to pull her even closer, one hand sliding down her back to cup her from behind. No underwear. Fuck. I slipped my hands under her dress, running an index finger along the crack of her ass. Her fingers gripped my neck, nails digging in as she moved faster, faster. When she turned her head to the side, Hannah caught her eye. Then Livia sucked in a breath, bucking against my leg.

Hannah's eyes darted away as Livia's thrusting died down. Had she known? Scorching hot either way.

Livia started laughing and pulled my head down for a deep kiss. She showed no signs of breaking away, but I'd explode if we didn't get out of here soon. I dragged my mouth away from hers, whisper-shouting in her ear. "Did you just?"

She threw her head back and laughed harder. Her arms unwound from my neck and sailed up to move with the beat. Her face was flushed, her eyes sparkled. She didn't answer.

"You wanna get out of here?"

"Not yet!" she yelled. "Dancing feels good!" Jesus. For her, maybe. My thigh felt damp.

Then she moved closer to Hannah, the two of them dancing really close. I caught Max's eye and he shrugged. Some girls were just like that. I needed a break from dancing, so I leaned into Livia. "I'm going to get another glass of bubbly!"

"Take your time!" She turned her head toward my ear with a wicked glint in her eye. "We got all night!"

I groaned and left her dancing with Hannah.

"I gotta take a whiz," I shouted at Max as we pushed our way out of the crowd. He nodded and I glanced back at Livia, pressed up against Hannah with no dudes in sight. Good. Then I headed to a bathroom stall to rub one out, or I'd never last with her later.

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It took ninety minutes and two more bottles of champagne to drag her out of that club. She'd been relentlessly teasing me to the point I almost blew a load into my pants like some kind of horny teenager, despite jerking off earlier. She refused to let me whip it out under the table, but kept edging me on until I was way past the point of caring if anyone saw, Max included. I had to have her. I didn't care how, as long as it was now.

We left once I'd almost succeeded in slipping a finger inside of her under the table. Almost. She was so slick between her legs, I bet it wouldn't take much to get her off again.

She slipped out of my grasp with a giggle and grabbed her purse. "Time to go." Max threw his black card down and took care of the tab.

"You want us to wait?" I don't know why I asked. I'd waited long enough.

"Nah, don't worry about it. You kids run home now." Max wiggled his eyebrows suggestively while Hannah giggled like a loon.

Livia wound her fingers in mine, bobbing and weaving through the crowd until we burst out to the chilly night air. So much for the unseasonably warm weather.

"Brr." She wrapped herself around my arm, using me as a shield against the wind. "Hurry."

"Don't worry. I'm going to warm you up."

Her teeth chattered, face still red from the club. "Just get to the car."

I'd only parked a block and a half away and I hurried to that car like my dick depended on it. We rounded the corner, the lot half-full, with a large SUV in front of my space. I had half a mind to nail her right there in the rental with that kind of shielding. I dragged her along as I shoved the button to unlock the door. I shoved it again. Once more. Still no telltale beep. The stupid SUV must be blocking it.

I stopped abruptly as we passed the van. "What the fuck? Where's the car?"

"You sure it's your spot?" She turned around in a circle.

"Yeah. This was definitely it."

She rubbed her hands up and down her arms. "It's gone." No shit. "Think someone stole it?"

"More likely it got towed." But I'd paid the fee. I was sure I had.

"Maybe you typed the number wrong?" I could hear her teeth chattering now.

"It's a rental. I could have screwed the plate up." Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I had no time or patience for this. I could always call an Uber, but that would take forever in Uptown on a Saturday night. Or....

One of the Hilton hotel chains beckoned across the street and I was an Honors member. I grabbed her hand. Icy fingers wrapped around mine. "Come on."

"What?" She stumbled as I dragged her along. I put out a hand to steady her.

"I'll deal with the car tomorrow. Let's see if there's room at the hotel."

"Really? Not going back to your place?" At least there'd been no question about going home with me tonight.

"That'll take a while."

A shiver rippled through her body. "Good point. Let's check it."

Finally, some good luck. Not only did they have rooms, but thanks to my Honors status, we got checked in under ten minutes.

Making our way up to the fifth floor, I unlocked the room and pulled her in. I bumped up the heat as Livia kicked off her shoes. Then I pulled her onto the bed. She laughed and flipped around, crawling up towards the pillow.

"Oh, no, you don't!"

"Come get me." She squirmed out of my grip but didn't go far. The dark look in her eye meant business.

I tossed my coat to the floor and tackled her, trapping her beneath me. She writhed, already bucking her hips up to rub against my cock. Her legs fell apart easily as I ran my hand between them. My thumb found her clit, and I slid two fingers inside of her. "You are so fucking wet."

Rocking back onto my knees, I used my other hand to yank her dress off.

"I have a confession." Her voice dropped. "I get off on teasing you."

"I figured." I pulled my shirt over my head as her hand went to my belt. "But I'm done with teasing."

Her fingers went to work on the belt, palming me through my pants as soon as she slid it off. "Me, too."

In no time, she had me back against the headboard, spread eagle and naked as the day I entered the world. She bit her lip, crawled on top, and buried me inside her. A moan escaped as she tossed her head back and began to move.

Holy fuck, she was so slick and I'd been on the verge for hours. I couldn't last, especially when she squeezed her pelvic muscles, milking my dick. A few thrusts and I came hard, gripping her hips until my fingers were white. I hadn't even got her bra off.

"Shit, that's the problem with teasing." My chest heaved.

With a sigh, she rolled off of me, tracing one of her nails down my body. "I suppose that's my fault. It's not a big problem if you're up for another round." She trailed her nail back up, pressing harder this time and scratching me a little.

When she started biting my neck, I was up in no time.

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