"Can you help a girl out?"

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"Can you help a girl out?"

(Closed to Bill525)

Chloe stood at the top of the stairs, twirling her hair nervously as she watched her sister Sarah's husband, Bill, enter the lobby of Precinct 22.

"Miss Davis, please come take a seat."

She looked to the Sergeant who was processing her paperwork at a nearby desk, then looked to Bill again. He looked to her, too, and she gave him a weak, waggling fingers wave to ensure he saw her.

All she could think was, Fuck...

She returned to her seat next to the cop's desk and initialed or signed the highlighted spots on the form where he pointed with his own pen. She felt like she was buying a new car or checking in for a doctor's appointment, not acknowledging that she was being released OR -- on her own recognizance.

"Someone here's to pay your bail?" the Sergeant asked.

Chloe looked up just as Bill reached the top of the stairs. She said softly, "That's what I'm hoping. May I?

The Sergeant checked out Bill and nodded his permission for her to go to him. Chloe jumped up and walked to Bill, stopped, then asked tentatively, "Can you help a girl out?"

She giggled nervously, then moved fully forward and wrapped her arms around Bill's torso for a quick, gentle hug. She stepped back again, hesitated a moment, then laughed. "This wasn't exactly the way I had planned on meeting you the first time."

Behind her, the Sergeant chuckled. She shot him a hard glare, to which he gave Chloe a gesture of apology. "He needs to sign these, too. Then back downstairs to pay the bail and confirm your court date."

"Sorry about this, Bill," Chloe apologized. "I guess now you know why Sarah's been keeping me away from you, or you away from me."

As Bill dealt with the Sergeant, Chloe reflected on how she'd gotten here, not just to the police station on this visit but to this stage of her life as well.

She didn't consider herself a bad person, but Chloe had been in trouble since the very first months of her teens. She'd been arrested at 13 for shoplifting earrings; she'd been busted at school at 14 for smoking in the girl's bathroom; at 15, she'd helped a dozen girls decorate the Principal's car with spray paint for his cutting funding to the Cheer Squad; at 16, she'd been caught holding for a friend and spent 6 months in Juvie Hall for Conspiracy to Distribute a Controlled Substance; and at 17 came the last straw as far as her parents had been concerned when she'd gotten knocked up by her 38 year old World History teacher, who had also been Chloe's Senior Class Advisor.

Her conservative Catholic parents had forced her to have the baby, of course. She'd left school, left town, and even left the state, living with a Great Aunt in Minnesota for a year and a half before she was arrested there as well and sent packing.

The great irony of the whole making a baby thing was that after it was born, it was adopted by a couple who lived back home: a stay-at-home wifey type and her husband, who was a World History teacher and Senior Class Advisor. Yeah, him. Chloe never did find out whether the asshole's wife knew the paternal parentage of the little boy she was going to be raising. She had heard over the years, though, that the little kid was the spitting image of his father, so, you had to wonder whether or not his wife had figured out his sudden desire to become an adoptive father.

After that, Chloe's wild side only got wider. She experimented with harder drugs, spent a total of 18 weeks over the next 5 years in County for a variety of petty crimes, and never once had a relationship with a man that hadn't turned out to be abusive, either emotionally, verbally, or physically. Of course, Chloe was no cupcake, so more often than not, she had in the end figured that the breakups were probably her fault anyway, and that wasn't just your typical female denial guilt bullshit.

The worst thing, of course, was that she had never repaired her relationship with her family. Oh, she kept in touch with Sarah, which was how she'd been able to get a hold of Bill to get her bail paid. But despite her sister's superficial attempts as acting like family, Chloe knew that Sarah still disapproved of her lifestyle and was only helping her out because it made her look good.

Chloe suspected that behind the scenes, Sarah was probably secretly telling their folks what she was doing for the black sheep, to ensure that they continued to see her as their good child. But, who knows, that might have just been Chloe's imagination and guilt.

Chloe had problems with Sarah's life, too. Her older sister lived with the proverbial stick up her butt. She'd never smoked, never drank, never fucked around, never even gotten a speeding ticket. Despite not having children in the school district in which they lived, Sarah was involved in more than a dozen child and student related organizations. She volunteered at a homeless shelter, a veteran's retirement home, the Church obviously, and God knows where else.

As Chloe watched Bill sign the papers on the Sergeant's desk, she couldn't help but smile devilishly, wondering how the fuck this man survived married life. Their mother had taught the girls that sex was for making babies and keeping husbands happy, and that cocks -- her word had been winky -- were never meant to be put anywhere other than in their wife's love garden.

Poor guy, she thought as Bill finished and turn to her. You met and married the WRONG sister, buddy.

"Thanks, I appreciate it a lot," Chloe told him. "I called Sarah to help me, not realizing she was in Buffalo at a, what was it, the National Quilting Bee Convention?"

She chuckled, then cut it off short, fearing she would offend Sarah's husband. Again, she said, "Thanks. Maybe ... maybe I can make it up to by buying you a drink. MacAfee's is just across the street."

She leaned to look around Bill, asking the Sergeant who was watching the exchange with interest, "Cop bar, right? Cops always know the best booze establishments."

The Sergeant only laughed, stood, and walked off toward the coffee pot. Chloe looked to Bill again and said with a resigned shrug, "Or you can just pay my bail and leave me outside. I'm sure I can find someplace to sleep tonight. There is a cop bar across the street, after all."
 
Bill was enjoying a quiet night at home. Sarah, his wife had left yesterday for a conference in Buffalo. He was proud of his wife, she worked at the local hospital and was happy she was doing everything in her power to gain more experience in her job. He couldn't really complain either, as he went on plenty of business trips of his own. However, that was the nature of his work, working at an advertising firm in the city.

Bill worked hard, and while Sarah and himself were not rich, they were definitely wealthy. They had a nice house, in a good family friendly neighborhood. The plan was to someday start a family together, and while Sarah was ready to have kids, Bill still had his reservations. He loved Sarah and wanted to start a family with her, but they were both so busy with work lately.

He was sitting watching a college football game on his television, about to open a beer when Sarah called. Her voice, not so much panic, but more annoyance. She explained that her younger sister, the black sheep of the family, was back in town and needed help. Bill always thought the relationship between his wife and her parents and Chloe was off. He had never met Chloe, it was almost like she was blacklisted from the family. However, he heard all about her and the problems she can cause the family.

It was odd for Bill, he had a younger sister as well. His sister was not as much trouble as Chloe, but he could never see just fracturing his relationship with her because she was trouble. He always tried to get Sarah to invite her over, but Sarah scoffed at it, always telling Bill he was better off not letting Chloe tangle him in her web. Which made the phone call that much more strange.

"You want me to do what? The police station? Is Chloe okay?," Bill said a bit panicked. Sarah just scoffed a bit, annoyed that she even had to make this phone call, "Listen, she is my sister, I do not want to see her go to jail...... I know it is a lot to ask but can you help her out, I wish I did not even have to involve you," Sarah responded.

At the end of the phone call, Bill had climbed into his pick-up truck and started to drive to precinct 22. He worried about Chloe, she was his wife's sister, and he did not want her in trouble. He also was shocked that this would be the first time that they met in person. Sure, Bill had seen photos of her and seen Sarah Facetime her sister from time to time.

Bill walked into the police station, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans with a belt. As he was directed up the stairs, he saw Chloe waggle her fingers at him. As he climbed the top of the stairs, he watched Chloe walk towards him sheepishly.

"Help a girl out? I am here to help..... yes.... Sarah called," he responded as she gave him a quick hug. He returned her hug and smiled slightly, "Sarah was keeping you from me, but you are still family," was his response.

As the Sergeant told him he had some paperwork to sign, he walked over to the desk. He took a seat, signing the necessary paperwork to get Chloe released. He then took out a check, writing it out for the amount of the bail.

Bill heard Chloe thank him, and Bill grinned, "You are welcome, like I said..... we are family." The comment about Sarah's convention made him laugh, "yeah.... she is out of town for work.... not Quilting, that is next weekend," he joked to her.

As Chloe brought up the bar, he watched as the Sergeant seemed to laugh her comment off and walk away. Bill stood up, sighing as he turned to Chloe.

"Leave you here to fend for yourself? I guess I could do that, I know that is what Sarah wants me to do...." Bill said as he then gave a warm smile to Chloe. He wanted her to know that he did not want her in trouble and cared for her well being. "But, after paying that bail, I think the least you can do is buy me a drink...." he said smiling.

As the Sergeant walked over, he shook Bill's hand and turned to Chloe, handing her some paperwork. "You are all set, here is your court date..... stay out of trouble," he warned.

Bill thanked the Sergeant and turned to leave with Chloe. As they walked out of the precinct, he smiled, "God what did you get into? You definitely owe me a story and a drink," he said shaking his head. Partially, he was happy to finally meet his wife's younger sister, even if she was trouble. He was happy he could help her out, and possibly his kindness would help her along as well. She didn't seem like someone to get him tangled in a web of destruction, like Sarah warned.
 
As they hit the street, Bill asked, "God what did you get into? You definitely owe me a story and a drink."

Chloe laughed, slipped a hand into the crook of his elbow, and urged him off the sidewalk to cross the road. "I don't know if my sister would want me to tell you any of my stories, let alone tonight's."

She weaved him through some slowly moving cars, then across the sidewalk and into MacAfee's. It was your typical Irish Pub and cop bar, and Chloe would have been happy to have Bill think it was her first time here except that as they made their way through the 2 males to 1 one female crowd of street-clothed officers and detectives, one man after another greeted her by name.

When the pair finally got to the end of the bar, Chloe looked to Bill with an embarrassed expression, admitting, "Yeah, so, I'm not exactly an unknown around here."

She gestured to a beautiful, bosomy bartender who nodded confirmation of Chloe's presence. Then, looking her escort up and down with what he might have taken as a hungry look, she asked, "So, Bill, how's sex with my Bible thumping sister?"

The question was blunt and absolutely inappropriate for a first meeting between in-laws, but then that was Chloe, wasn't it? And honestly, Chloe and Sarah had grown up in a very Catholic family and had had morality and such shit beat into their minds on nearly a daily basis. But Chloe knew so little about her sister as an adult that she really had no basis for the question.

Still, she liked the idea of asking this handsome man about his sex life, even if he was married to her sister.

The bartender showed up with two already opened bottles of a locally produced microbrew, Chloe's favorite, and set them down. The beautiful redhead announced, "Twelve-fifty."

Chloe looked to the bartender, then looked to Bill. With no money in her pockets and a guilty smirk on her face, she asked, "Can you help a girl out."
 
Bill felt Chloe slip her hand into the crook of his elbow as she ushered him across the street. He shook his head, "Oh I am sure she wouldn't want you to tell me any of your stories, but I did just bail you out...." he smirked at her.

As they entered the bar, Bill noticied some of the patrons greeting Chloe by name. As they got to the end of the bar and sat down, he laughed at Chloe admitting she was not unknown here. "Well, this is a police officer bar..... and if you are always in trouble, I am not surprised" he said giving her a smile.

As she asked about things with her sister, Bill smiled. "Oh you know, a lot of Bible reading and praying not so much sex," he joked as he laughed. The bartender nodded to Chloe, he smiled. "Things are good, your sister wants to start a family...... but we have a lot on our plate right now," Bill admitted.

As the bartender came over with the drinks, Bill gave Chloe a surprised shocked face as she asked him to help her out. "Why am I not surprised?, he said. He grabbed his wallet and slid a card across the bar. "You can leave the tab open for now," he told the buxom, attractive red head. He wasn't one to check out other women, but she definitely was a woman Bill found attractive, much like Chloe herself.

He turned to Chloe, "so......I bailed you out and bought you a drink...... what did you do that landed you in the police precinct tonight?"
 
"Oh you know, a lot of Bible reading and praying not so much sex," Bill responded, laughing.

Chloe wasn't entirely sure whether he was joking or being honest. She and Sarah simply weren't that close anymore. The former tried to get the latter to open up whenever they had a few minutes together, but Sarah was very guarded regarding Bill when she was with her troublemaking little sister.

As she saw Bill's credit card come out and heard him speak about beginning a tab, she called to the bartender, "Hey, and how about an order of chicken and jo's."

Chloe looked to Bill, seeing his reaction to her so easily spending his money, and chuckled. "A girl's gotta eat."

"So......I bailed you out and bought you a drink...... what did you do that landed you in the police precinct tonight?"

"I punched a guy in the nose," she said without hesitation. Lifting her right hand up between them, Chloe shoed the redness and a bit of swelling around her index finger. "Hurt like a son of a bitch, but he deserved it."

A pair of cops passed by, greeting Chloe and giving her escort a once over before continuing onward. She returned their hello, checking out the last man's ass as he walked on. Looking to Bill, she laughed again with a bit of embarrassment in the sound. She confessed without specifics, "Like they used to say, been there, done that."

Looking around, she laughed again, adding as she looked at specific men, "Done that, done that ... done that twice..."

A good looking woman with a revolver on her hip and a tank top that plunged to show off her generous cleavage stopped to slip an arm around Chloe's back. The two women exchanged greetings as the cop ogled Bill up and down. She asked with an insinuating tone and knowing smile, "John?"

"No, Bill," Chloe corrected. She clarified, "My sister's hubby."

The beautiful cop looked Bill up and down again as she said, "Brave girl, your sister."

The other woman put her lips close to Chloe's ear, whispered for a moment, got a head nod in response, then before she departed told Bill, "Play nice tonight."

Chloe watched the vanishing woman's ass sway, then looked to Bill, smiled wide, and confirmed what she suspected he was thinking: "That, too."

They were interrupted by the bartender returning Bill's credit card to him, along with a basket of chicken wings and jo-jos. Chloe snatched one up, bit into it eagerly as she hadn't had anything to eat in almost 12 hours, and just studied her brother-in-law with a flirty smile.
 
Bill couldn't help but laugh at Chloe as she quickly ordered wings on the tab. He shook his head, "man..... expensive date, bail.... drinks.... and wings?," he teased.

"A girls got to it," she responded as he laughed, "well I am glad I could help provide a meal for you." As she told him what landed her in trouble, he shook his head. "Well as long as he deserved it....." he said as he studied her hand. "Ouch, are you sure you are okay?," he said concerned. He did not want Chloe to be hurt, that was for sure.

As the cops went by, he watched her reaction. As she let him know who she had "done that" with Bill laughed. "With the amount of cops you've been with, how do you ever get in trouble?"

As the attractive female officer came up, Bill couldn't help but notice her amazing breasts. He sipped his beer as he watched Chloe and her interact. As she told him his wife was brave he shook his head. As she walked away, he heard Chloe tell him that too.

He felt his eyes widen, as the image of Chloe and that woman messing around filled his head. "Well.... you are adventurous huh?" He felt himself sipping more of his beer, his mind racing a bit.

As the bartender returned, Bill smiled. "Thanks....." he said as he watched Chloe quickly bite into one wing. He saw her look up as she studied him a bit.

"So, first time meeting you and this is the place huh? Sarah will be happy. I have cops to protect me from your behavior...." he teased. "Not that I actually think you are a major problem, are you?"
 
"Well.... you are adventurous huh?"

"Life is to be enjoyed," Chloe told him, snatching up a jo-jo and biting into it. "If you end you day having to ask Did I have fun today? then you wasted your day. Life is short. No single day should ever go to waste."

"So, first time meeting you and this is the place huh?"

"One of many," she said.

"Sarah will be happy. I have cops to protect me from your behavior...."

One of the plain clothed detectives with whom Chloe was familiar just happened to be walking by when Bill said that. He laughed aloud, stopped, gave them each a quick look, then continued onward without a word.

"Ignore him," Chloe said, lifting her bottle to her mouth as she stared into her brother-in-law's eyes.

Bill teased, "Not that I actually think you are a major problem, are you?"

Chloe's lips widened, but she spoke no answer, as if perhaps he should have chased down that detective to get more information on whether he was at risk.

The song on the juke box changed, and Chloe literally leapt off her barstool in excitement. She moved forward quickly, kissed Bill on the cheek, and said, "Wait here!"

She cut through the crowd a few steps, grabbed the arm of an 40-something cop and spun him around into her arms. In an instant they were dancing to the song, close together, with Chloe spinning a couple of times and winding up with her ass grinding into his groin as he clasped his hands on her hips.

All about them, the crowd had become animated: some sang to the music, others danced on their stools or in their chairs or wherever they were standing at the moment. Smiles, laughs, and lewd comments were suddenly the play of the day.

A waitress finally broke the pair up, playfully urging Chloe back the direction she'd come while telling her, "You know we ain't got a Carousel Permit in here, Chloe. No dancing."

Chloe only danced her way back toward Bill, though, reaching out to caress cheeks or pat chests, getting her own ass patted a couple of times as well. When she reached Bill, she pressed herself right up into his chest and parted knees, begging, "Take me dancing."

She snatched her beer, drained it while still pushing into him, slammed the empty down, and smiled wide as she studied his lips. She purred, "My god, I bet you're a great kisser. Let's go. Take me dancing. There's a club just a block south of here."
 
Bill saw the look Chloe gave him when he asked if she is not a major problem. He couldn't help but laugh, as he know wondered if he was in more trouble then he thought. He was about to say something about leaving when Chloe jumped off the barstool with excitement. He felt her lean forward, kissing him on the cheek as she took off to move to the music that was playing from the juke box.

He watched as she grabbed an older man and began to dance with her. The bar exploded in fun as the song played. Bill watched as he saw Chloe grinded into the man, he did not seem to complain.

Boo's ran out as the waitress broke up Chloe and her dance partner. Bill watched as she moved back over to the barstool Bill was sitting at. He heard her tell him to take her dancing as she stood between his legs, pressing herself right against his chest.

"Dancing? It is getting late...." Bill began as she drank her beer quickly. He watched as she stared at him, making the comment about him being a good kisser. "You are trouble...... how late do you want me to stay out?"
 
"Dancing? It is getting late...."

"There's plenty of hours left on the clock!" she told him, still leaning into his body. If it weren't for the fact that he was sitting far back on his stool, she would have been pressed against his manhood.

She wasn't going to let Bill off and continued to nag him until he finally said, "You are trouble...... how late do you want me to stay out?"

"Sunrise works for me," she said without hesitation. "Let's go!"

She kissed him right on the lips, quick and sharp, then grasped his hand to pull him away from the bar. If he did nothing to stop her, Chloe would lead him right out the door of MacAfee's, down the block, and into the night club.
 
Bill was shocked as Chloe told him sunrise, then felt her lean forward and press her lips against his. It was a quick kiss, one that he did not return. As she pulled back, he felt her take his hand and pull him up.

He began to follow, walking with her as he laughed. He had not done anything this adventurous since college and he followed her out of MacAfee's. As the cool air hit their face they began down the sidewalk.

"You know, Chloe..... this is quite the first impression you are making.... what would Sarah think?," he asked as he felt her hand in his. His eyes on her as they moved down the sidewalk. He knew Sarah had warned him about her ability to tangle men in a web.

Bill felt he was prepared to resist, he was not looking to cheat or do anything crazy. However, a fun night out did not seem so bad in his mind.
 
"You know, Chloe..... this is quite the first impression you are making.... what would Sarah think?"

Without a moment's hesitation, she returned with, "She would probably think I was trying to fuck you."

She was a bit ahead of Bill and looked back at him with a devilish smirk. She did or said nothing to indicate that she was only joking.
 
Bill could not believe the response he got from Chloe. He shook his head as she looked back at him and smirked devilishly. "Oh great.... so this evening is taking a different turn...." he said as he laughed.

Before he knew it, they were making their way into the dance club. Bill had never been inside this place before, but it was as if Chloe was right at home. The two of them did not have to wait in line as Chloe smiled and walked right past the security guard.

As they entered the club, the music was loud. Bill was shocked at first, seeing all the people filling the place. Bodies moving on the dance floor as he shook his head. He moved closer to Chloe, right up behind her as he spoke into her ear.

"So, do you want a drink first or just dancing?," he teased.
 
"Oh great.... so this evening is taking a different turn...."

"A good one, I hope," she responded, smiling, then laughing.

She snatched his hand again and hurried him right across the middle of the street through the light traffic. Bill was correct to think she was right at home as she breezed past the felt rope, bouncer, and door which opened for her.

If he'd know what it had taken her to earn such treatment, Bill likely would have turned and ran for the hills. Or, if he wasn't the angel she assumed he was, he might just have praised God for his good luck.

The electronic Cyber-Funk was pounding so loud and hard that Chloe could feel it deep in her chest. Bill tried to ask her a question but had to lean in close for her to hear it: "So, do you want a drink first or just dancing?"

She answered him by leading him deep into the crowd, turning to face him, grasping his hips just above his belt, and pulling their lower bodies tightly together as she urged him to move with her. It was not an innocent, in-law sort of dance in the least, with Chloe slipping one hand to Bill's back and pulling his torso into her bosom.

A wild smile graced her lips as she did her best to not just cause his cock to harden but to feel it against her belly as she pressed and ground against him.
 
The lack of answer made Bill wonder what Chloe was up to. He watched as she lead him deeper into the crowd. The music loud, the bodies moving to the beat and no one caring who was watching. As they got deeper into the crowd, Bill saw Chloe turn to face him.

He felt her hand grasp his hip and pull him tight to her. He felt her body starting to move to the music as he gave her a smile. He guess she did want to go dancing. Bill began to move with her, slowly, not thinking some dancing was that risky.

He felt her hand slip to his back, pulling him even closer. He sighed as he felt her breasts press against him, his eyes looking down at her as she smiled. His hips moved, but hers expertly pressed and ground against him.

Bill sighed a bit, enjoying the dance, but knowing that this scene was not something he would visit presently. In college, Bill would have been here, drinking, dancing, finding a one night stand. All the things he did before meeting Sarah.

On the dance floor, Bill felt his eyes close a bit, the movements sending small bursts of pleasure through his body as he lost himself in the beat of the music.
 
Sister-in-law or not, untouchable-or-not, taboo-or-not, Bill couldn't help the inevitable: as Chloe's body rolled and pitched and ground against him, his cock hardened and announced itself against her belly.

She, of course, smiled happily. Chloe looked up into Bill's face again, finding his eyes closed as he moved to the music. Was he enjoying the feeling of excitement as much as she was enjoying causing it, or was he thinking to himself Oh fuck, what have I gotten myself into and what do I tell my wife, your sister?

Either way, Chloe kept on the erotic stimulation, letting the hand at his backside slip down to cup a firm ass cheek and squeeze it tightly. How far can I push this before he either freaks or kisses me? she wondered.
 
Bill was lost in the pleasure he was feeling. The smell of Chloes perfume, the loud music blasting in his ears, and the movement of Chloes body against his own had his senses racing.

Bill felt his cock starting to harden against Chloe. His mind screaming this was wrong, but he couldn't stop moving against her to the music. He felt her hand cup his backside and he gasped a bit.

His eyes opened to see her looking back at him, his mind racing as he let's out a groan, "ahhhh this is trouble.... we should stop...." he says.

However, his hands slide onto Chloes hips, holding her there against him as she moves.
 
"ahhhh this is trouble.... we should stop...."

Chloe laughed, responding playfully, "Probably."

She hadn't said it very loudly, and she didn't honestly know whether or not Bill had heard her. What she did know was that he didn't move away from her and he moved his hands from her waist to a more intimate location on her rolling and twisting hips.

Chloe intensified her grinding against Bill, now feeling what she was sure was a fully or nearly fully hardened cock against her. As he made eye contact with her again, Chloe rose taller to put her face close to his as she asked, "Do you wanna kiss me, Bill?"
 
"Do you wanna kiss me, Bill?," Chloe said to him. He sighed, staring into her incredibly sexy and seductive eyes.

Bill shook his head, his breathing a bit heavy from their dancing and her grinding against him. He sighed, "God of course not..... you are my wife's sister....."

Bill felt his eyes move to her lips. He could only imagine how good they would feel against his own lips or better yet, around his hard cock. He started to wonder about her tongue as he moved to the music.

"God, this place gets crazy...." he said, his mind racing as he tried to clear it of sexual thoughts.
 
"God of course not..... you are my wife's sister....."

Chloe wasn't surprised, though she was disappointed.

"God, this place gets crazy...."

"It's only going to get crazier," Chloe said, not really intending Bill to hear her but unconcerned if he did. Louder, she said, "Come with me."

She grasped his hand and led him through the writhing crowd toward the back of the club. They cleared the crowd, entering a wide hallway where Chloe suddenly stopped Bill, saying, "Wait here."

She stood on her toes again and kissed Bill too quickly for him to do anything about it. Pointing a finger toward his face, she commanded as if he was a puppy, "Stay!"

She hustled down the hallway, past three sets of people making out: a man and a woman, a woman and another woman, and a woman with two men, who themselves were trading kisses as well.

She stopped near a couple, the female half of which departed. Chloe chatted with the man, showing a definite familiarity, then turned and hurried back to Bill.

"Can you help a girl out?" she asked him for the third time in less than half an hour. "I need twenty bucks. Forty if you want to partake, too, which I have to tell you, Sarah would not like ... but you would. I promise."
 
"Come with me," Chloe said as she grasped his hand and led him through the crowd. Bill felt his senses overloaded. The loud music, the environment, the sights all were a lot to handle, and he could not believe he was even out at a place like this.

As they got to a hallway, Bill felt Chloe stop him and tell him to wait here. He watched as she kissed him quickly, he was unable to stop her or return the kiss as she pointed at him and told him to stay. He shook his head as he watched her hustle down the hallway.

The hallway seemed to be filled with people making out. His eyes noticing them all as Chloe stop to chat with a man. He watched as Chloe quickly returned to him, asking him to help a girl out.

"What? You need more money? What is the money for? What do you want me to partake in?," he asked as he pulled out his wallet, his mind racing as he looked at his wife's gorgeous sister standing their in front of him.
 
"What? You need more money?"

Bill grilled Chloe about her intentions for her cash, and she knew already that she wasn't getting it, despite the small amount. She pressed up against him again, her bosom squishing against his chest as she told him, "That's okay, I don't want to get you in trouble with Sarah. How about, um..."

She looked down the hall again toward the man to whom another woman had just approached. His body language screamed that he was holding. Chloe looked back to Bill again and said, "Why don't you just hang here a moment. Ten minutes maybe. I just have to, you know, compensate him in another way."

She pulled away, ready to return to the man and offer her services in lieu of cash.
 
Bill felt Chloe press against him. He gasped as her breasts pressed into his chest. His eyes staring down at her, but his cock reacting to the feeling of her perfect bosom. He knew her breasts were bigger then Sarah's, and they felt amazing against him.

As she told him she had to compensate him in another way, he felt her pull away to return to the man. Bill sighed, he could not let Chloe do that. He reached out, grabbing her wrist. "Jesus Chloe..... here...." he said as he grabbed his wallet and handed her a twenty.

He watched as Chloe gave him a seductive smirk, taking the twenty and heading down the hallway. He watched her, his mind racing. What was he getting himself into? He knew he should leave, Chloe was obviously trouble. However, part of him kept thinking about having to bail her out again and he definitely did not want that.
 
"Jesus Chloe..... here...." Bill said, forking over the dough

She'd counted on him being a good guy about this, of course. Sure, he was enabling her in buying drugs, which he had to know she was doing, but at the same time she was preventing her from having to drop to her knees to pay for them.

"You're a doll, Bill," she said, dancing off down the hallway.

She got her liquid tab and inconspicuously put it immediately into her mouth, crunching it between her front teeth. Then, dancing back to Bill, she pressed hard up against him again, grabbed his head in her hands, and pressed a passionate open mouthed kiss on his lips. When she pulled back, she could tell by his reaction that he'd tasted the drug she'd shared with him via her active tongue.

"Thanks, Bill," she said, beaming in delight at what she'd done to him. It was a quick acting drug and would hit him in less than a minute, reaching its peak in about 5 or, in a club with extended play music, about one song. "Let's go dance again."
 
Bill watched as Chloe took the money and danced off down the hallway. He was shaking his head, he was helping Chloe pay for drugs, after just bailing her out of jail. This was getting a bit out of control. He knew he should get out of this situation, but for some reason he was still standing there in the hallway waiting.

He watched as Chloe danced back towards him, and felt her press right up against him. As she kissed him passionately. He felt his lips spread, her tongue entering his mouth as the kiss was intense. As she pulled back, he gasped. "God, what are you doing? What drug did you just take?"

He stared at her as she said, "Let's go dance again," and took his hand, heading out of the hallway. Bill followed, his mind racing as he had no idea what Chloe was up to. As they got back out into the crowd, the music was blaring loudly.

The bodies of the patrons were moving to the beat as they found a spot on the dance floor, Bill was looking around, feeling a bit off. He felt Chloe push into him, starting to dance again, and he gave in, letting his body move with her to the beat of the music.
 
The drug was something called Buzz which was quickly replacing Ecstasy as the most popular club drug in the city. It struck Chloe quickly, and from the way Bill blinked his eyes a few times in rapid succession while looking about himself at the crowd and lights, it was hitting him with a bang as well.

She pulled her brother-in-law tightly against her as she began writhing with the pounding beat again. Her hands shifted often from his chest to his back to his ass and back up again as her head spun and pure joy filled her heart and mind.

In less than a handful of minutes, any thoughts Chloe had had about not destroying her sister's marriage by fucking Bill were out the window. She pulled his head downward and met his mouth in a long, erotic kiss in which it was hard to tell whose tongue was in her mouth or in his.

"I wanna go to the little girls room and fuck you," she suddenly told him, reaching a hand down between them and grasping his swollen cock. She kissed him again, saying forcefully, "Right now."
 
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