She pouted at me.  “Just a little bit of paint.  And you don’t even have to dance.  You can just relax somewhere, and watch me dance.”

I shook my head, but it wasn’t to say no.

She was in a mood, too cute and playful to be resisted, but then, she was always too something to be resisted.

I let her pull my shirt off, even let her paint my chest, shoulders, arms and abs up with broad, quick strokes.  I drew the line when she tried to paint my face, but let her work on my back a bit.

I grabbed her around the waist when she came back around to my front, eyes on her neon-striped body in what had to be her tiniest bikini yet.  I thought it was white, but it was hard to tell in the color-splashed dark.

She was wearing those goddamned gladiator heels again.  They brought the top of her head up to my cheekbone, and I knew from experience, with her long legs, they took her ass up to level with my groin.

She twirled with a smile out of my grip, taking my hand again to lead me over to a low-slung couch.

It had two occupants, two girls sitting hip to hip, looking either asleep or straight tripping.

They didn’t even look our way.

Iris pushed on my chest until I was perched on the edge of the empty side of the sofa.

She threw a leg over the side, right along my hip, and started moving.

I slouched low, grabbed her prone leg with one hand, a shaking ass cheek with the other, and watched the show.

For as long as I could stand, anyway.  She dipped low, rubbing her barely covered sex over my rampant c**k solidly just a few too many times.

About the third time she did that, I reached up, plunging a hand into the tiny triangle of her barely there bikini top and palming a shaking tit.

She didn’t balk, leaning forward, bringing her br**sts to my mouth, arching her back to give me perfect access.

I nosed her top to the side and tongued a hard nipple.

She started dipping again, rubbing down my body until we were chest to chest, groin to groin, then back up again, pushing her flesh against my mouth.

I was a goner, mouth-breather in full control, when I tugged my pants down, shoved her bottoms to the side, and plunged into her without warning on a downswing.

She cried out and let me bounce her a few times on my out of control cock, before unseating herself and taking an unsteady step away, pulling her top back over her bared nipple.

I tugged my pants back up, opening my mouth to apologize, when she turned on her heel, and strutted away.

I watched, mouth agape, as she moved to the rail overlooking the crowd below.

She gripped it with both hands, parted her legs, arched her back, and sent me an unmistakable look over her shoulder.

FUCK.

Was she serious?

Did she really want me to take her against the rail, right there?

I glanced around.

That was no help.  No one was even looking at us, which only encouraged me to do something insane.

I mean, what was the damage, at this point?  No one was watching, no one cared, and I’d already full-on penetrated her on this nasty couch.

I stood, moving to her, determined to f**k her where she stood.

CHAPTER NINE

I wasn’t even drunk.  I had no excuses.  I was not altered by anything but pure, unadulterated lust.

I moved flush to her back, hiding as much as I could of my movements as I freed my erection, then shoved her bikini to the side.

I plunged into her, gripping her tits roughly.

I f**ked her in time to the heavy bass that shook the room.

Who said I couldn’t dance?

I moved in and out, jarring thrusts that brought her to her tiptoes then down again.

I gave a thought or three to whether the rail was sturdy enough to handle what we were doing do it, but they were brief and fleeting.

It likely would have taken the whole place falling down around our ears to stop us by then.

She was so hot around me, so tight and perfect, that I couldn’t even slow myself, let alone brake.

She started squeezing me harder, working my length like a clenching fist, and I knew she was coming.

I cursed, groaned, tensed, and heaved.

I could feel every movement inside of her.  It was too exquisite for words.

I lunged up hard and stopped only when my tip kissed her womb, feeling every tremor she gave, savoring her release like it was my own.

I glanced down at our feet.

Hers were clean off the ground, the only thing keeping her upright were her hands on the rail, my palms on her tits, and my c**k buried deep.

That did it.

I came hard, shouting with it, then leaning forward to kiss my way up her neck and gasping sweet somethings in her ear, pouring my heart out in that desperate after moment, while I still twitched inside her, and emotions ran raw.

Eventually, I let her down, bending my knees to lower her, and then pull out, her slick flesh sucking at me as I freed myself.

I nearly came into her again, but managed to restrain myself.  Barely.

I straightened her bikini bottoms, then put my dick back in my pants.

I turned her with two firm hands on her shoulders, keeping her steady.  She looked disoriented, like she’d forgotten where she even was.

I remembered.  I remembered everything, rational thought coming back to fill the space left by all of the lust I’d just expended.

There was so much that we needed to talk about.  So many questions arose from our last meeting, and every single one prior.

Where to start?

Well, that was easy.  First we needed to leave the neon rave.

I bent down until our faces were nearly touching.