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feel strong hands around my waist. I know I’m fucking high when I don’t react badly. If I’m down, I’d probably turn around and knee the unlucky dude in the balls. Instead I turn, feeling the music and probably looking like a freaky Whirling Dervish in slow motion, and come face to face with Rod. He’s such a tool, I know this, on some level I still know this dude’s a bit of a douche, but I don’t care. I’m not marrying him. He runs his hands up and down the front of me, settling on my breasts and massages me slowly to the music. It feels fucking good. I want to wrap my legs around him and slide his cock inside of me on the dance floor, but that will get you kicked out faster than you can yell “It’s not what it looks like.” Believe me, I know.
    Instead we start to dance. I can tell he’s not feeling that same hypnotic bass line, he’s riding a different wave than I am. He’s drunk and I’m high on X, it’s like watching TV versus listening to the radio. The overall effect is to communicate information, but the medium is vastly different. I’m still feeling it; I’m so far over the rainbow that I’d probably feel anything right now. I’d probably slobber all over Fake Grady’s cock right now if he whipped it out and wiggled it at me. Rod’s ok though, I can tell he’s really trying to please me. I’m a hard girl to please, so I give him a smile and some encouragement in the form of stroking him through his jeans. He grinds his pelvis on me and pulls me tight into him. I melt with all the sensation and start to float on a cloud of pleasure. He’s got his hands down the back of my skirt, his finger finds the elastic waist of my shredded tights and he slips down. The music has stopped and they’re piping out some canned punk beats, so the floor is still crowded but not as agro.
    I feel his fingers push farther and slide to the front. He’s grinding his hard dick against my thigh, I hold his thick arms, hang on and pull one leg up to wrap around him. He finds my slit and jams a thick finger inside of me. It’s dark, we’re surrounded by gyrating couples and I’m riding his fat finger like a cock when she finds us.
    All I know is I’m flying through the air. Bitch grabbed me by the hair and yanked back as hard as she could, I think I lost a couple extensions. She’s a pretty big girl, so it was really fucking hard. I have never seen her before, but her eyes are full of pure rage. She’s not high, she’s not drunk, she’s just really fucking pissed. I try to stand up but my legs feel wobbly. Rod is standing there with a look of guilt on his face and his thick finger still curled up, drying in the air.
    “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?” Hulk Chick screams at him.
    “I told you, I’m out with the guys,” Rod protests. I swear his eyes cross. What the hell was I thinking? He’s so not my type.
    “Oh, and this is one of the guys?” Hulk Chick screams and points at me. I don’t want any part of this so I get to my feet and move away. I feel for my wallet, but it’s gone. I spot it at Rod’s feet. It must have wiggled loose while I was wiggling on top of him. Gross, he really is far from my usual conquest. I keep an eye on Hulk Chick and edge towards my wallet. I swoop in, grab it and start to back away. Hulk catches me out of the corner of her eye and loses it. She comes at me swinging her meaty hands and I duck. She’s caught off balance so I throw her a wicked left hook as she stumbles past. Her head snaps back and pain radiates through my hand. This isn’t any way to enjoy X. Come on, let me get back to communing with the universe.
    Hulk stands up and searches for me. She locks my gaze and rushes me. I hear somebody scream my name and I put my dukes up, old timey boxing style. Let’s get real though, I have no fucking idea what I’m doing, the first one was just a lucky break.
    I feel my feet leave the floor and Hulk rushes past me. My arms are pinned and I start to