Abaddon (killerabaddon) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-09-18 22:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | multiple man |
Who: Abaddon, OTA.
What: Enjoying the evening with alcohol, cocaine and music.
When: Late Saturday night into early Sunday morning.
Where: Mixed Emotions, a nightclub in the Upper East Side.
Warnings: Language, sexual content and drug use.
Even with her superior hearing Abaddon was having a difficult time hearing the man beside her as he tried to shout over the music. It likely didn't matter what he was saying, she had already inhaled half of his cocaine the other half being secreted away into her bra. As he had come to her with gifts she granted him a free pass only as long as he didn't annoy her; it was likely better for his own health that she didn't hear him as he was already very clumsily trying to finger her as they sat together on one of the couches. That free pass was very quickly starting to run out, but aside from the minor annoyance of her current companion she was having a rather enjoyable night. She liked the thick glass furniture and the silhouetted naked women dancing behind the screens above the glass bar. While the ringing in her ears was a bit unpleasant she still liked the music to some degree, the beat of it reverberating though her body and making her want to move.
Grabbing her companion's arm and pulling his hand out from under her nearly indecently short skirt she shook her head at him. Pushing him back into the glass couch and extricating herself from his other arm she was up on her feet in the next instant and moving to the dance floor. She didn't notice if he followed her and she couldn't honestly care. There was loud music and her body wanted to move and rub up against the other pretty bodies as they danced, after all what was the point of having a night out to enjoy this new body if she didn't do everything she wanted.
What she ended up doing couldn't honestly have been called dancing, it was closer to grinding up against the closest body in a way that would get someone arrested where they anywhere else. She had found herself sandwiched between a boy and a girl, older than her new body and likely in a relationship by the look of them. The girl had pressed her ample bosoms against Abaddon's, rocking her hips at her while her boyfriend pulled her sculpted backside against his hips and guided her side to side as they danced and he grew hard in his pants. She would have been happy to take them both back into a private room or the bathrooms and let them fuck her but she was overcome with a thirst she couldn't ignore, leading her to push her way from between them and up to the crowded bar.
In her state she was in no mood to be patient and so shoved her way to the bar where she leaned on it, exposing more of the breasts and backside than was likely needed. "Bartender!" she shouted. "I was... I want a Sonic Screwdriver!"