Nightclub Illusion

My name is Luke. I’ve been drifting around California for five years as a stressed-out programmer straight out of Silicon Valley. I make decent money, but I’m constantly working overtime for tech companies until I feel like throwing up blood.

I heard that a highly exclusive club on Hollywood Boulevard invited an international superstar DJ for a tour performance tonight. This DJ has a massive, fanatical following, especially among young, hot girls who are not only gorgeous but known for partying hard.

Without hesitation, I paid a scalper a premium price for a VIP ticket.

Tonight, I needed a thrill.

The moment I stepped inside, strobe lasers were flashing chaotically, the air was thick with the scent of tequila and expensive perfume, and the crowd was packed tighter than a can of sardines.

Glancing around, I saw all sorts of young, sexy girls wearing heavy makeup and revealing clubwear, grinding like snakes to the rhythm.

The second the DJ got on the mic, the entire venue erupted in screams. Girls waved glow sticks, standing on their tiptoes and pushing forward just to get an inch closer to their idol on stage.

There was one blonde, mixed-race girl screaming the loudest, her voice already going hoarse.

"Hubby! I love you! F*** me!"

I followed the sound. She was a stunning girl with long legs, wearing a tight, strapless mini-dress, twisting so wildly it could barely contain the pale swell of her chest.

She was clearly a party animal; that kind of raw hunger just couldn't be hidden.

I squeezed through the crowd and naturally pressed right up behind her.

She was completely lost in the high, throwing her hands up, swaying back and forth to the beat, her hips arching and grinding against me in a way that made my skin itch with anticipation.

Instantly, my heart started pounding like a drum, and my palms broke out in hot sweat.

This feeling was absolutely incredible!

Suddenly, an even crazier idea popped into my head, though I hesitated for a fraction of a second. Just then, a burly foreign guy pushed past from behind, shoving me so my chest was completely flush against her back.

Her attention was entirely glued to the stage; she didn't seem to care at all about what was happening behind her.

That’s just how it is at wild American raves—bumping and grinding is completely normal.

My courage swelled. I decided to just press my body against hers, savoring that astonishingly soft sensation.

She shimmied her body and glanced back at me over her shoulder.

"Hey, don't push, it's scorching hot in here."

I took a half-step back, pretending to be a gentleman, spreading my hands in apology.

"Sorry about that, gorgeous. It's just insanely packed back here."

"Alright."

She gave me a helpless shrug and turned back around to keep partying.

Lord, that feeling just now went straight to my head! It was the first time in my life I’d ever been this close to such a top-tier girl.

No, I couldn't pass up an opportunity this good!

This time, I didn't press my whole body against her. I just thrust my hips forward, pinning myself under the bottom hem of her dress.

As the electronic beat sped up, her peach-shaped glutes pulsed to the rhythm, generating a friction that set me on fire.

When the DJ dropped the bass for the climax, she started jumping straight up and down. The rising and falling impact, even through my pants, instantly pitched a massive tent.

This ticket was worth every damn penny!

You couldn't even guarantee meeting a girl this incredibly hot just by throwing money around, yet here I was, taking advantage of her for free. Especially with thousands of people right next to us.

It felt like I was the king of the dance floor, free to do whatever I pleased. The thrill of it made my mind go completely blank, and the swelling below grew another size.

At this point, she finally realized something was up.

But to my utter shock... she didn't pull away. Instead, a faint, breathy moan escaped her throat, as if she was actually enjoying it. She even actively arched backward, searching for a better, deeper angle.

I felt myself pressing against a warm, soft indentation; my pants were already damp.

This absolute stunner looked like a good girl from an Ivy League school on the outside, but she was feral to the core.

She actually had the guts to come to a nightclub without wearing underwear!

She threw both hands in the air, screaming at the stage.

"Hubby, I f***ing love you!"

She was acting so unhinged, it dawned on me she was probably fantasizing that I was her idol up there.