Chapter 60: Dark corner

Iris fell asleep drunk, and Vanessa convinced Arthur she would be fine on her own and brought him past the VIP area into the main hall.

The dance floor was even worse than the man had imagined. It was packed shoulder to shoulder, the bass loud enough to feel in his chest.

He even felt a bit dizzy from the moving colors. Coming from a rather small town, he had never seen a party like that, and it wasn’t exactly his cup of tea.

Vanessa, on the other hand, looked right at home. As soon as they entered the dance floor, she began shaking her body in sync with the beat while walking.

Then, once she found a good spot amidst the crowd, she began dancing happily, arms above her head, hips rolling with the beat.

Arthur positioned himself behind her, close enough to make sure no one would ’accidentally’ touch her. Vanessa liked his protective side and decided she wanted to be even closer to him.

Their proximity limited her dancing a bit, but she made the best of it, rocking her fat ass against her man. Meanwhile, the boy just stood there, unsure what to do with his hands.

"You’re too stiff," Vanessa laughed over the music, looking back over her shoulder. She grabbed his hands and planted them on her hips. "Loosen up."

She kept dancing, happy that Arthur was at least trying to accompany her a little. She loved feeling his stiff cock bumping against her ass, but she was more focused on enjoying the loud music, which made even her soul vibrate, than on him.

And after having her fun, she stopped for a second, pressing herself against Arthur, before turning to him and pulling him down into a kiss, slow and deep in the middle of the crowd.

She giggled against his lips, feeling his hands quickly find their way to her ass, but she didn’t complain. On the contrary, she kissed him even harder.

"Fuck..." she gasped softly once their lips finally parted, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "By the way, a few girls have been checking you out since we got here," she said, loud enough for him to hear.

"Sure they were," he said, not believing her for a second.

"I’m serious!" She rolled her eyes. "Fine, I’ll take you somewhere you’ll have more fun."

Before he could ask what she meant, she grabbed his hands and pulled him through the crowd, leading him away from the lights and sound system into a shadowy corner where the music was little more than a distant thump.

"Do you really believe the girls weren’t checking you out?" Vanessa asked once more, her back against the wall, his body caging her in.

"I told you, you’re imagining things," Arthur simply answered, his eyes focused on her ass, even if he could barely see it. His mind was set on what he was already waiting to happen.

"Then let’s make a bet. What do you say if I call her over?" She pointed to a pretty, petite woman, whose face Arthur barely had time to see.

"Vanessa, wait..."

Before he could say anything to stop her, Vanessa marched forward, approaching the girl. For a second, Arthur lost sight of both of them in the crowd.

"I won, stud," he heard a voice whisper from behind him.

Vanessa immediately pulled him into another kiss, shifting his position until his broad back faced the party, shielding her and the mysterious girl from view in the shadowy corner.

At the same time, Arthur heard a soft, embarrassed giggle. Right after, he felt the touch of a female hand as the girl pressed herself against him and kissed his neck.

The man couldn’t really see things properly in the dark, but he got a glimpse of the girl’s appearance. She was not wearing a bra, her medium-sized chest pressing against her shirt, her hard nipples looking sexy.

"Kiss her now." Vanessa pushed his face in her direction.

Arthur would feel bad pushing the woman away, so even if he could barely see her, he pulled her closer, his hand pressing firmly against her back. He wasn’t sure whether sliding his hand down to her ass was a good idea.

Finally, he claimed the woman’s lips, giving her the best kiss he could. She seemed to be a bit of an inexperienced kisser, at least compared to Vanessa and Iris. But she made cute whimpers, and she was still much better than his ex.

At the same time, Vanessa worked her devilish plan, her hand slipping down and reaching for his crotch. Before Arthur could even notice, she had already pulled his dick out and begun stroking it right there in the dark.

As the two finally parted their lips, Arthur barely heard the girl say something along the lines of "Fuck... that was great!" amidst the beat of the music.

Without giving him a second to breathe, Vanessa took him into another deep kiss and passed his cock to the other girl, her hand now focusing on his balls.

The unknown woman held his cock for a long second, seemingly hesitant or maybe surprised. But soon she began stroking him, pressing herself against him, her hard nipples poking his biceps as she sucked on his collarbone.

Between Vanessa’s tongue, her teasing of his balls, and the stranger’s soft fingers, the man was pushed to his limit in no time.

His hips twitched forward, and with a muffled groan against Vanessa’s lips, he finally came, thick pulses of cum spilling over the girl’s stroking hand.

"There we go." Vanessa gave his cock a few last, slow strokes, milking every drop out of him.

Then she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, cleaning his cock with a slow, thorough blowjob, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head until not a single trace was left.

The random girl Vanessa had caught kissed Arthur’s neck one last time and disappeared before he could say anything else. Seeing her go was actually a relief, because he was not looking forward to the introduction right after cumming all over her hand.

Meanwhile, down there, Vanessa was sucking him hard, trying to get another load of him, but she finally gave up as she noticed shadows approaching. Arthur quickly dressed himself and left the place, pushing the MILF with him.

"Just what was that? What did you tell that girl?" he asked as soon as they were far away enough from the music that they could talk normally.

Vanessa smirked. "It’s a secret."

"Tell me." His tone was firm. "Unless you want me to leave you hanging tonight," he murmured, pressing his body against hers, his finger tracing the outline of her already wet cunt through the dress.

"I see you’ve been learning well..." Vanessa let out a soft whimper. "I just asked her if she wanted to have some fun with the big stud she’d been eyeing up."

"That was really just it?"

"Well, I think my exact words were," Vanessa cleared her throat, "’Hey, girly, wanna kiss my hot boyfriend? The tall guy you’ve been eyeing up.’"

"So am I your boyfriend now?" Arthur asked.

"Not the point." Vanessa slipped out of his kabedon. "The important thing is that I won our bet, and a lot of girls were eyeing you up, so you’d better believe me."

"I don’t remember betting anything," Arthur grimaced and shook his head. "So you’re saying all I need to do is walk up to a girl and say ’hey, wanna kiss?’ or something like that?" he asked, unconvinced.

"It could work..." Vanessa smirked, thinking of the scene. "But it would probably scare some girls off or just come across as too flat. It’s different because I’m a girl, I’m not a threat, and acting as your girlfriend makes you seem more attractive."

"How so?"

"Girl logic," Vanessa brushed it off and smiled. "But if you ever set your eyes on a girl, let me know. I may help... or get in the way, depending on my mood." She grinned and clapped her hands. "Anyway, I need to go to the bathroom, and I’ll get us one last drink for the night. You can go ahead and check on Iris."

Before Arthur could say anything, the girl was gone. Still, his lips curled into a smirk. Vanessa could be a lot of trouble, but she was also a lot of fun. And his ego had taken quite a boost, knowing that girls had just jumped at the chance to kiss him like that.

As they returned to the VIP area, Arthur’s grin vanished.

Two men stood near the table, talking to Iris. She was on her feet, but it was obvious she was still very drunk.

Vanessa had assured him Iris would be fine on her own, but the sight immediately set him on edge. He closed the distance in an instant when one of the men reached for Iris’s hand, slapping it away before he could touch her.

Arthur pulled Iris closer, resting a possessive hand on her waist. He even stole a brief kiss from her before turning his attention to the man.

"Do you need something from my girlfriend?" he asked loudly.