I heard the opening beat of the song and immediately recognized it.

“I love this song!” I turned to him. “Do you know it?”

He listened, then, “No?”

I was already up. Hands in the air, moving my hips to the beat. I turned around and faced him. He was on the couch, sitting with his legs open, hands on his knees. I kept dancing, and when the lyrics started, I sang them in his direction. I swayed and moved, running my hands down my body and then up, then into my hair. I closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes, he was right next to me. He turned my body towards his and rested his palms on the top of my ass.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he said into my ear. The music was so loud that it sounded like a whisper. “All fucking night. In front of everyone we know.”

I turned my mouth to his ear. “Want me to stop?”

“No, but both our exes are here, you know.”

I pulled my face away from his and grinned a lopsided smile. I threw my arms around his neck, hands crossed at the wrist behind his head. “Who cares?”

He exhaled so deeply that I saw his chest shrink inwards. He moved his hands from my ass to my waist, digging into me. “You’re so fucking hot.” And then, his mouth close to my ear, “You made me so fucking hard.”

The song ended and another one began, beats blending and pulsing. I turned around and ground my ass into his lap, bending forward and throwing back my hair as I rode into him one hip at a time. He grabbed my waist with one hand and ran the other one up my back, pulling me up by the top of my shoulder.

“You’re fucking wild. You’re going to get us kicked out!”

I turned around to face him and danced with him, danced on him. Pushed my tits into him and then bounced away.

I felt a new hand on my back, and I turned towards it. It was the owner of the venue - I’d been introduced to her by the birthday girl when I’d arrived.

She leaned into me, close enough to hear her over the endless, pounding music. “You’re fucking hot.”

I laughed and turned my body towards her, with my arm still wrapped around his neck. “Thank you!”

“You want to go somewhere more private?”

“Oh, I’m with him right now,” I said. I was flattered.

She laughed. “I know! I didn’t mean with me!” Fuck. I was buzzed, but this sobered me up.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry!”

She laughed. “It’s cool. If I wasn’t working, I’d probably be asking you. You just don’t look like you’d be this kind of freaky!”

I looked at him, lowered my face and raised my eyes. I asked him slowly, with a smile, “You wanna go somewhere private with me?”

His nostrils flared as he exhaled. “Yes. Fuck yes.”

She saw his answer and nodded to the side. “Follow me.”

I turned to follow her, and he grabbed my hand, staying right behind me. I felt his other hand on my ass, tracing curves and grabbing handfuls of me. She led us out a door behind the couch we’d been sitting on, taking us into a dark hallway. She used a keycard to open a door on the opposite side of the hall and pushed it open.

“It automatically locks, so you can’t get back in if you leave. And there are no cameras in here, just so you know. Have fun.”

I entered the room and then turned towards her. “Thank you.”

She laughed, and said, “I’m just here to facilitate a good time.” She flipped the light switch and let the door close.

The switch only turned on lamps, and he was surveying the dimly lit room. A VIP room, I guessed. Couches, oversized plush chairs, waist-high tables scattered around. “So there are definitely cameras in here, right?” He asked.

“Oh yeah. So I guess we should put on a show.” I reached out my arms and he moved closer to me, pawing at me, groping. I put my arms back around his neck and moved my face close to his.

“Everyone was watching you,” he said. “Everyone saw you dancing like such a slut. Being a slut for me.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah, it felt fucking great to have your ass grinding into my cock.”

“No, I mean,” I slowed down and lowered my voice, “did you like everyone watching?”

His hands stopped moving and he pulled back a bit, a smile on his face. “She’s right, you are a secret freak.”

“Mmmmm,” I smiled. “Maybe that’s my kink, being the hottest woman in the room. It fucking turns me on. Knowing I could fuck anyone I wanted to, and they’d remember it and think of me whenever someone asked them what was the best sex they ever had.”

“Well there’s one person out there who probably thinks that,” he pointed out.

“For you, too.”

“You think they’re having as much fun as we are?” He looked amused when he asked.

“No. And he’ll never have pussy this good again.”

“But I get to have pussy that good.” He gripped me harder. “That good pussy is mine right now. Your pussy is mine.”

I exhaled, moaning into his ear. “It is. Do whatever you want to me.”

“Whatever I want? You sure?”

“I mean, within reason. I don’t know what you’re into. Just don’t hurt me unless I ask you to, and make me cum.” I smiled, satisfied.

He moved his palms to my face, kissing me hard, with purpose. He pushed his waist into me and I could feel his hard cock against my soft stomach. It pressed into me and I pushed back, rocking up and down on my toes.

“Get on your knees,” he breathed.

I held his gaze and bounced down, still on my toes, with my knees bent. I looked up at him, opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue. I wrapped my arms around his thighs and grabbed his ass, massaging handfuls of it. “Get it out,” I begged. “I want it.”

He unbuckled his belt, and I closed my eyes to focus on the sound of it. The sound of his zipper coming down and the belt falling to the side, the metal parts clinking together. I opened my eyes in time to see him flip down the waistband of his underwear with his thumbs and watch his hard cock break free towards me. I moved to it out of instinct. I guided it into my mouth with my hand, and licked and sucked the head before plunging it all the way to the back of my throat.

He threw his head back, one hand on the table behind him for balance, and one hand on my head, fingers weaved into my hair, grabbing it by the root. He controlled the rhythm and the depth, and satisfied moans escaped my lips as I kept up with what he wanted from me.

I pushed his shirt up with one hand, keeping the other moving up and down with my mouth. My palm was flat against his chest, holding the fabric up and out of my way.

“Stop, come up.” He pulled my hair back, pulling his cock out of my mouth.

“What? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I just want to fuck you. You’re gonna make me cum before I even get to fuck you.” I smiled. “Lean on this.” He switched places with me and kissed me again, his hands all over my body as I sat on the edge of the table and wrapped my legs around him. He pulled his shirt off with one hand, from behind his head.

“Fuck, dude! That’s so hot!” I laughed. I squeezed my legs around his waist, pushing into the top of his hipbones.

He smiled an open smile, but he looked determined. He held my gaze and pushed his hand up under my dress, grabbing at my underwear. He quickly moved up, holding himself in a push-up over me. “Take these off,” he said into my ear.

I pulled one knee towards my face and pulled my foot out of them, letting them hang on my other leg in the middle of my thigh. “I’m keeping these on. I don’t want you to steal them as a souvenir.”

“Good idea,” he laughed.

He pushed my dress up, so my bare ass was on the table, then pushed me back gently. I wrapped my legs back around him as he pushed his hands under my dress all the way up, grabbing and squeezing my tits.

I ground my body into him, his cock and balls nestled between my body and the top of my leg. I angled myself so I could rub my clit on the top of his thigh, pushing my foot against his back, and I started moaning. He moved his hands from my tits and palmed the tops of my thighs, while pulling his body away from mine.

He got his cock into position and looked up at me as he slid it in. He clung onto my thighs, his hands wrapped around them for leverage, holding me in place as he pounded into me over and over again.

I laid all the way back and gripped the sides of the table - my dress was still mostly under me and my body was sliding far forward and back each time he would thrust and then pull. He pushed my legs together and rested my calves on his shoulders, wrapping his arms fully around them. Since he didn’t have to keep me from moving like this, he threw all of his strength into his thrusts. He pounded me faster and harder, and his moans got louder, more drawn out.

“Get your tits out.”

I slid the straps of my dress over my shoulders and off, pushing my ass into the table and arching so I could pull the fabric down my back. I pulled the top of my dress down, tugging where it caught on my hard nipples. I crossed my arms under my tits, squeezing them together and pushing them up. He immediately moved his hands between my legs, pushing them back apart and grabbed my tits. I wrapped my legs around him again to stop myself from moving so much on the table, and grabbed his back, making him curl his body over mine.

With his face back near mine, I started talking to him.

“Do you think security’s watching now, or do you think they’ll see it tomorrow?” I could feel myself getting wetter just thinking about it. Thinking about people whose jobs it was to watch the cameras, in their uniforms, in their office, seeing this.

“I think they’d stop us if they saw it now, right?”

“No way! Would you stop us if you were them?” I couldn’t handle it. The thought of being watched made my whole body tingle and shiver. I felt like my body wasn’t mine. Like it wasn’t for me right now. It was freeing. It mixed with the physical sensations. “What do you think they want to see us do?” I held his gaze, and I could tell he was considering whether or not to answer. Asking himself whether or not I was serious. I changed the question. “If it was you watching, what would you want to see?”

I’d never thought of him as shy, but he wasn’t answering.

“Okay, I’ll ask another way,” I said, wrapping my palm around the back of his neck. “Have you thought about fucking me before?” I pulled myself up so our faces were close. He breathed out, sharply, and looked into my eyes, his mouth open. “Yeah? You have, I know you have. So what did you imagine us doing? What did you make me do to you?”

He finally answered. “I’m pretty easy to please.”

“Show me.” I said, riding harder into him, our faces still close. I brought my lips to his, grazing them together.

“They would want to see you cum. I want… I want them to see me make you cum.”

“Is that what you want? Yeah?”

He nodded and pressed his forehead into my neck, still pounding his cock into me.

I leaned back on my elbows. “K.” I feigned disinterest, but with a smile. “Then make me cum.”

He pushed me in the center of my chest, hard enough for me to spread my elbows out and drop back. He stood up, t-boning me, and I angled my hips up into him, lifting my ass. I could immediately feel the top of the head of his cock pounding my g spot, and I grabbed the edges of the table again.

He grabbed my dress with both hands near my hips, scrunching it up into a band, just a piece of fabric wrapped around my waist. I reached between his arms and rubbed my clit. Full, fast pushes, with more pressure on one side than the other. I knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Oh, fuck. I’m close, I’m close.”

“Do it. Cum for me. Show them I made you cum.”

I gave in. I moved my hand away from my throbbing clit, focusing on the angle of my hips to make sure I could still find the feeling of the rising orgasm. I grabbed my tits and squeezed rhythmically, as hard as I could. As soon as I let the feeling swell from deep in my pussy, my hips bucked over and over, humping and rocking fast towards him. My legs quivered and the sounds coming out of my mouth were stuttery. He stayed steady, pumping his cock into me, rubbing the one spot that made me do all this. Proving it was his pussy right now. Then, my breathing evened out and slowed, the bucking lessened, and I fucked up into him, slower and slower, until I came to an exhausted stop and collapsed back.

I squeezed my pussy around his cock and he grabbed me hard around the waist. His breaths were stuttery now, and I could tell by the sounds, higher pitched, short and begging, whining, that he was close. I reached up and held his forearms and said, “Show them.”

He knew what I meant, and pulled out. He rested his throbbing cock on my lower stomach, his balls smacking into my pussy as he ran his fist up and down, finishing himself off. I arched my back and pushed my head back onto the table as I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over my lips. I kept squeezing my tits as he shot his hot, sticky load all over me. He hung onto my knee with his other hand as he slowed his strokes.

His hand still on his cock, he bent over my body and kissed me. Sloppy, hot, spent. I palmed his chest and shoulders, and he pulled back.

“Yikes,” he said, surveying what he’d done to me.

“Fuck.” I looked down at my body. Tits out, covered in cum. But below that, dress. Covered in cum. “Did you bring a jacket?”

He laughed. “Yeah, but it’s at coat check. Can you turn it around? I can walk behind you?”

“Do you think I could pull off one of these tablecloths as a toga?” I laughed.

“You might have to, I’m pretty sure there are black lights on out there.”

I slid off the table and turned the fabric band that was my dress around, front to back. I unfurled it, up and down, and pulled the straps back over my shoulders. “Does it look insane?”

His eyes widened. “No, it looks… yeah, it looks insane. Just walk in front of me and walk fast. There was another exit in the hall, I think.”

“Dammit.” I tried to make myself look normal. “Wanna make a bet we see one of our exes on the way out?”

“I hope we fucking do. I hope he sees what I did to you.”

“Ha! So you do like people seeing you.” I smiled and bit my lower lip. “Well, let’s figure out how to get out of here and we can go somewhere so you can do it again.”

He reached down to straighten out my bottom hem, then turned me towards the door and lightly placed his palms on my waist. He leant down and said into my ear, “Deal.”

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PS - if you’re wondering, the song I was listening to while writing this is Anymore by Goldfrapp!