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Wild_Oats

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OOC: closed for sexygoth87 :kiss:

Dave was right. This place was full of hot girls. One thing about a goth hangout is that it's full of lace, leather, velvet, pvc, corsets frills and garters. some of the guys were pretty weird but the women were totally hot. The lighting was dark and the loud metal music was dark. Everything was dark. On the dance floor it felt like there was no air conditioning in ths place. All the bodies churning generated so much sweaty heat. Even the three bourbons I had couldn't keep me cool.

I'd been in tons of clubs before but it was my first time in a place like this. I figured i couldn't go wrong with black so i was wearing my tight black jeans and black leather boots. My black dress shirt with the fine gold pinstriping hung untucked. I rolled up the sleeves and left it unbuttoned halfway in the heat. I needed another drink. I scanned the crowd for some honey on my way to the bar.
 
Sat at the bar was a young female in a dark red corset with black lace, a short black mini skirt, fish net tights and knee high black shiny boots. Tara sighed as she sat there empty glass in hand waiting for the bar keeps attention for yet another vodka and coke. She was having the worst evening out ever, she had gone there with a few of her friends to enjoy a good night out and what does she see. Her BF getting very intimate with another person, and as soon as he saw her he vanished and a few moments later she gets a text to say she is dumped. Tara was feeling utterly hurt, betrayed and upset.
 
The corset and fishnets at the bar caught my eye. When she looked up to get the barkeep's attenntion I saw her profile, soft and glowing under the black light. I checked myself in the narrow mirror on the pillar next to me, straightening my collar and running my fingers through my blonde hair.

The bartender passed her by and her expression drooped. For a moment it looked as though she might cry. I moved in. Wedging myself between her and the guy next to her, I put my hand on her shoulder as if I needed the room.

"Excuse me sweetheart," I said, and waved the bartender over.
 
Tara looked up when someone squeezed in next to her and she re-shuffled her position for a moment so he could comfortably fit in there. She went back to stareing at her empty glass again. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she sat there stareing into the bottom of her empty glass.
 
She glanced up very briefly with such sad eyes. When she shuffled her seat to make room, I watched the tops of her soft tits jiggle in the corset. Her white skin was all aglow with a violet hue in the black light. It was so sexy.

She was focused on her empty tumbler. I checked how the collar of my shirt casually hung partly open as I leaned an elbow on the bar. I had always had an athletic physique, born naturally. Then I slowly slid her galss towards me to get her attention.

"What are you having?" I asked.
 
Tara looked up at him and smiled a little as he said that and said "Vodka and Coke please.....and thank you." her hand releasing grasp of the empty glass. It was very kind of him to offer to get her a drink, she was not about to refuse a drink being bought her. The way she was feeling she did not care how much she drank. She had been deeply hurt by her now EX BF and all she could find that even helped her feel better was plenty of alcohol.
 
"Vodka and Coke please.....and thank you."

"Vodka, sounds good. But let's give it a twist," I suggested. The busy bartender finally looked my way expectantly.

"Two vodka tonics," I called out holding up two fingers. The bartender went to work.

Her corset was dark red and lace trimmed and pushed her up very nicely. I stood up to get my wallet from my pocket and took the opportunity to check out all her curves.

Leaning back in on both elbows now, I tilted my head sideways at her and asked, "Pretty face is so sad. What's wrong?"
 
As he took in his figure it would be clear to him she was rather a thin figure overall and only slightly curvy but the corset was showing off what little curves she had perfectly.

She smiled and agreed to the change of drink, made a change and it was still alcohol. "Men are pigs." was her explanation to him not really feeling like going into the specifics of it all yet.
 
"Men are pigs."

The bartender brought us the drinks. I paid him and put my wallet away. The tonic drinks glowed softly in the black light. It was a conversation piece.

"So what did the pig do this time?" I asked.
 
Tara instantly downed a good portion of the drink before she said "I saw him.....on the dancefloor.....earlier tonight......with another woman......I was meant to be his gf! Then...few moments after he saw me.......dumped me by text..." and she had another gulp of the drink not sipping it slowly at all. Her hand was clasping the glass hard as if she would almost crush it.
 
"Then...few moments after he saw me.......dumped me by text..."

I put my hand on her back, gently stroking her silky skin. I could feel her spine and shoulder blades of her thin frame. Touching her was heavenly.

"Ohh, by text, that's just terrible," I said. "Who could treat such a lovely thing that way?"

I slid my hand across her to her other shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. She looked so vulnerable and damaged. It was her fragility turned me on the most.
 
Tara looked at him and smiled a little feeling comforted by his words and actions and shuffled a little closer to him. "Thank you for your sympathy." She then just sat there quietly looking into his eyes for a few moments.
 
She looked at me with those sad, hurt eyes. They begged for intimacy. her self-esteem had been gashed and she was desperate for someone to patch the wound. My one arm still around her back, i took her hand in the other and pulled her close. My mouth inched towards hers and her lips began to open. We kissed passionately, our tongues playing in the open air as our lips parted. her tits swelled in the corset as she caught her breath.

"My name's Doug," I said.
 
Tara swore she felt her heart skip a beat as he kissed her and she kissed him back as she was in his arms. Her face flushed a little as he held her so close.
 
Perhaps not so shy with her clothing as she was with words, she didn't offer her name when I gave mine. I knew then that she was eating out ofthe palm of my hand. I wondered if she had any clue how hot she was.

I dove in for another kiss as she was still trying to catch her breath from the last one. I grabbed a handful of her breast and groped while my tongue thrashed about in her mouth. She was going to be one hot fuck.

"Hey, you're gonna have to get out of here if you're gonna do that," the barkeep said annoyed.

I gulped down the rest of my drink and offered her my hand to help her off the stool.
 
Tara was just so taken by surprise at his actions she didn't even register the bar keep's annoyance at what was going on. She had already finished her drink moments before anyway and just followed him almost in a daze. He had her mesmerised.
 
I helped her off the barstool and her first step or two were a bit woozy. She must have been hammered. I kept my arm around her waist so she could keep her balance.

"So which one is your ex?" I asked into her ear. "Wanna make him jealous?"
 
Tara leant into his arms to steady herself and smiled a little hearing his words. She was indeed quite hammered by now and pointed over to where he was saying "that too big for his own head looking guy in the dark red shirt by that tart over there."
 
I saw the guy she was pointing out. He had a drink in one hand and his other hand around some broad's waist. She had on a silver halter dress with a hemline tattering around her hips and a dark mess of hair to match the hem. They were nattering in between nipping kisses.

I led her by the hand through the crowd and across the floor. I made sure we brushed by her ex and his chick before planting her hard up against the wall and intensely kissing her. My mouth slid all over her face and neck as I lifted her thigh so I could start grinding myself against her mound. Sucking on her neck and shoulder, I gave her room to look over my shoulder at her ex. I wanted to make sure we put on a good hot show.
 
Tara followed him holding his hand adding a rather harsh bump against the girl her ex had his arm around to be sure they knew she was there. As he began kissing her pressed against the wall she gasped and kissed him back with just as must passion and lust in return. She loved the way it felt when he kissed her and as he started grinding against her like that her thigh lifted by his hand she moaned softly very quietly as she looked at her ex a look on her face of your too late now on her facr as she wrapped her arms around Doug holding him closer before going back to kissing him letting her tongue press against his lips a little.
 
Her skirt had ridden up with the lifting of her thigh so I just grabbed a handful of her little ass and kept grinding my hardon into the heat of her wet groin.

I glanced back out of the corner of my eye a moment to get a look at her ex. He kinda glared at me as grinned slyly. His chick said something to him that couldn't be heard over the noise but it was obviously about us. She looked unimpressed. She lifted her arms up to give her hair an animated teasing, showing off the skin and little tramp stamp ahnk tattoo of her backless dress and turned away, shifting her weight so that her thigh exposed itself between the tatters of the hem. She was plenty hot, but I was hotter than the guy she was with and I had all the hotness I needed with me up against the wall.

The very public makeout session continued. Her soft little tits welting up in the corset beckoned. I got my hands up under them and started kissing their supple white tops.
 
Tara was letting out soft sighs and moans of enjoyment at being so close to him and what he was doing to her. She completely lost sight of where they were just enjoying his touch kissing him back, her hands roaming over his back a little as she began to french him deeply.

As he began to kiss at her soft supple breasts what sounded almost like a purr escaped from her lips showing she really was utterly enjoying what he was doing to her.
 
I felt a tap on the shoulder. It was a club bouncer. The look on his face wasn't pleasant.

"I'm gonna have to ask you to take that out of here," he warned.

"All right," I said. It was time to take this chick off to bed anyways. I took her by the hand and led her to the coat check. I got my black leather racing jacket. I couldn't imagine her out on the town dressed the way she was without some kind of jacket.
 
Tara felt so excited at what they just done and wanted more, oh it had felt so amazing and she suddenly realised they had been in the middle of the club. She had completely lost sight of where they were. She held onto his hand following him and picked up a black leather trench coat. Yes she was bearly wearing anything but she had brought a nice warm coat with her. Once she had her coat she took his hand again and whispered in his ear "Where to now Doug?" clearly very excited at what he could make her feel like.
 
Stepping out of the hot sweaty club and into the cool evening air gave me chills. I pulled my jacket tight and hailed a cab. It pulled up to the curb and I ushered her into the back seat.

"863 Waverley," I said. It wasn't far. The cab started away.

We settled in and got cozy and I rubbed the goosebumps off her knee. Since we couldn't keep our lips apart I kissed her again, hot and sloppy as my hand slid up her thigh and into her moist crotch. I rubbed her clit with my knuckle as our tongues danced sensually in the open air.
 
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