Neon light spots are crawling up and down the dance floor, as the tangling masses writhe to the echoing music. I make my way over to the bar, but don’t sit at a barstool, instead opting for one of the chairs against the wall nearby. There is a pink haired girl in one of the seats, her legs crossed and her head thrown back, clearly deriving pleasure from the rhythmic squeezing of her twisted thighs. The chairs had a raised hump toward the front center of the seat, ribbed surface gleaming up at me in the strobe light. I felt hot suddenly, as the girl opened her mouth, and hooked her foot around her leg and tensed, as orgasm clearly overcame her. I sat down beside her, and leaned forward so that my own clit came in contact with the seat.
I gasped softly. Holy shit, those ero-pills really were something. The pressure zinged up me, and I felt my swollen clit twitch forcefully. I turned to the girl next to me, who still had her legs twisted, although I suspected now for a different reason.
“You alright?” I asked her with a smile, my voice raised over the music. The girl returned my smile, and I saw her eyes linger on my hips as they shifted against the seat. She shrugged, and then spread her legs, allowing me to see that her crotch was now wet, I suspected as a result of the combination of her orgasm and full bladder. This took me by surprise somehow, as did the resulting orgasm that it triggered in me. I gasped and met her eyes as I rode it out against the seat. Those pills were really something.
It was later on in the night and the ring was empty but for a single drunk girl straddling the rope divider. The music was pulsing and echoing off the domed ceiling. A strobe light illuminated the gentle shift of her hips rutting into the velvet rope. I hadn't taken any pills tonight, but the one beer I did have combined with the heady sensation of my arousal made rising from my seat at the bar suddenly dizzying. I locked eyes with the girl grinding the rope, who was illuminated from above as they had not turned off the spotlight after the match. I made my way to her.
She looked me up and down, before crossing her thighs over the rope and making a frustrated sort of face.