Colleen 5: VIP
Noel was bound, had what he wouldn't admit to himself dragged into the light, and video of the whole process had reduced Stacy to a masturbating mess. Now, Noel was more well behaved than ever, and it had been weeks since Stacy had dated to make any contact. Colleen had locked down another victory. Why shouldn't she have a night out with the girls? And, if she happens to attract the attention of a beautiful stranger, she can hardly be blamed. Right?
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The drinks, the music, the lights, the heat of the bodies, the way her dress hugged her skin, this is what Colleen lived for. She squeezed Vanessa's hips and pulled her closer so that the sweat from their thighs mixed and got caught up in the intricate fringe of Colleen's short, black dress as it ran down her legs and into her kitten-heel boots. She wrapped one arm around her friend's waist to hold her tight, while the other slid up the outstretched arm to relieve Vanessa of her drink. This was thirsty work for Colleen and her friend had clearly had enough, judging by how aggressive her grinding had become.
Colleen needed this. All that drama with that bitch had been a drain. Not that she didn't enjoy using Noel to put Stacy in her place. It was the most fun she could remember having in a while. But it still burned Colleen's time and attention, meaning she needed to blow off some steam.
And, judging by the way Annette was groping Colleen's chest from behind, her gal pal needed the stress relief just as much. Colleen let her neck ease back into the woman behind her and let herself get lost in the experience.
Looking up, she took in the lights, the miscellaneous debris of the rafters, and let her eyes drift to the VIP loft. An area she'd never been privy to, despite the weeks she'd spent here since opening. Black metal railing lined the area above the normal seating section to separate the high rollers from everyone else. A complete view of the dancefloor and stage for the woman looking down on them.
A slim silhouette with hair in a high ponytail that dropped all the way down down to a trim waist could be pieced together as traces of colored lights passed around and behind her. Until a particularly bold shade of green passed over wide eyes staring down at Colleen and her friends. And, for that passing moment there was only those two gazes, the rest of the world fell away into silence and shadow.
The club came rushing back as the continued its erratic course through the crowd. Colleen felt the enthusiastic bodies of her friends pressed against her, the stickiness of the floor, the ambient heat of the other club-goers. And, even as she let herself sink back into the rhythm, her mind was unable to stop replaying that fleeting moment.
Songs bled into each other, friends grew tired, but strangers were easy enough to grab when you looked like Colleen. Words weren't even necessary. A simple glance was usually more than enough. Couples were pried apart with the simple touch of her fingers between them. Did the woman on the balcony see how easily she peeled lovers apart?
Annette had tried to yell... something over the music. She couldn't get close enough to be heard though, not when so many bodies were cycling in and out. But, judging by the gesturing towards the door and the fact that Colleen couldn't spot them at their table anymore, it was a safe bet the girls had left. Poor things, just couldn't keep up with her anymore. And they weren't the only ones absent; her personal VIP had left her post.
Gone? No. You don't eye fuck a woman from a balcony just to pack it in. She had to be here, among the crowd. Colleen had drawn this woman down, all that remained was to draw her in.
With subtle touches and emotive glances, she pushed lesser club-goers out while gathering the hottest to keep. Within the length of one song, she had cleared the center of the dancefloor for herself and her entourage of two. She guided the man in the form-fitting button up and pants behind her, thrust her hips back and her upper body to the floor where laid her hands on baggy jeans of the petite woman in pink. Colleen pulled herself back up the woman's body, drawing her hands up her bare midriff until her fingers played at the trim of her tube top, all the while staring into her eyes, drawing her in closer.
Colleen wrapped a leg around the woman's slim waist and used her as an anchor as she leaned back. Thankfully, knew enough to support her with his arms while she dipped backwards. And as Colleen leaned her neck back, she saw the woman from the balcony. She was tall enough to stand out, even from a row or two back and she gave a sly smile when their eyes met for the second time that night. Colleen reached up to her bun, removed her hair sticks, and let her wavy hair fall before snapping herself back up with a flourish.
Heavy breathing hit the petite woman's face as Colleen recovered from that maneuver. The man moved in closer, for which Colleen was grateful. He was sturdy and a well-deserved compliment was twitching between his legs.
Scanning the crowd would have been for amateurs. Colleen knew she had control of the floor; she didn't need to strain her neck looking around like a needy puppy. She simply closed her eyes and felt the weight of the onlookers' collective stares. And, even though she knew it couldn't be real, she could swear that she could even feel the tingle across her skin as they all undressed her with their eyes.
However; the meaty hands clumsily making their way to her chest were very, very real. He'd done his job adequately, but getting to play his part was a reward in and of itself. Besides, Colleen had all but guaranteed his chances of getting with a member of their audience. Why would he be entitled to more?
Tensing the muscles in the leg wrapped around the woman to her front, Colleen snapped herself forward and out of the greedy grip. She got a brief look at the girl's startled face as the momentum pulled Colleen forward. An orbit around her anchor followed by a release of her leg and Colleen was striding away without so much as a look back.
The slowly parting crowd added a bit of extra drama to her exit, as well as giving someone enough of a window to catch up. And, mere steps away from the bar, she felt slender fingertips caress her waist.
"Quite the show," came a rich, smokey voice on a hot breath that poured down the back of her neck.
"It was," said Colleen with a smirk.
"I hope it wasn't all just for me."
"A girl needs to blow off some steam and suddenly you think this is about you. It's hardly my fault if a bit of recreation is enough to attract all of you gawkers."
"I know a few things about putting on a show," said the woman from the balcony. "So I know when someone is trying to attract attention." Her arm began to wrap around Colleen's waist.
"Oh?" Colleen snaked her arm up the woman's back and grasped where slim neck met broad shoulder. "Since you're the expert, what else can you tell me?"
"That you clearly think you're the star of this particular show."
"Because I am," Colleen said as a matter of fact. "The real question is, are a costar, or in the crowd?" She kept her grip and angled herself to the woman's side so she could finally take in her entire appearance.
And there was a lot to take in. The woman must have stood at 6 feet before the chunky platforms with their thin heels that showed off fishnet tights. Deep purple criss-crossing bronze skin up graceful legs before disappearing into a black snakeskin skirt. A matching snakeskin top was cropped so tight that her ample chest was on display along with her trim, tight waist. Gloves of the same purple fishnets ran the full length to toned arms. The gold bangles jingled as she placed slender fingers with dark, pointed nails under Colleen's chin and angled it upward. Large, brown eyes framed in black mascara that tapered into sparkling gold, into the warm tones of her skin. Colleen's eyes went up to a high wrap ponytail of luxurious ebony hair that she traced all the way back to her waist, up her torso, and back to full lips painted a deep purple. "I've been around long enough to know 'auditions' are a scam. You either want me front-and-center, or I take care of myself. It's that simple."
"Power move. I can respect that," said Colleen. She kept her hand near the woman's neck and began to circle her like a dancer with a pole. "Nobody can deny that you've got one hell of a look. Definitely some star potential."
"All that work to get me down here just to tell me what I already know?" The woman took Colleen's hand in hers and, like a ballroom dancer, spun her away. Hands held and arms extended, "I collab." With a step and flourish, Colleen was twirled back into a dip. "You've got the tits, hips, ass, but do you think it means there's no room for anyone else under the spotlight?"
"That all depends on what my costar is working with." Colleen eased herself back up without letting go. Her fingers played at the hem of the woman's skirt before slipping underneath it. It didn't take her long to discover the thick base between those legs. Fingers followed a shaft that was now lifting the skirt, threatening to reach past it and go on full, glorious display.
"Mmmm, I don't know if that will fit under the spotlight," purred Colleen. "But I'm sure we can find some way to make you fit. All we need now is a venue."
"I had a feeling," replied the woman. "You have a set in mind?"
"I know exactly where." Colleen curled a finger around the base of the woman's shaft and pointed it so that the tip was facing the guarded door of the VIP loft.
The woman twitched. "You sure you don't want to go back to your place?"
"I'm afraid it's non-negotiable," replied Colleen. "It's the only space that can accommodate a pair of coststars like us.
The woman gave this some thought before nodding. "Looks like I don't have a choice," she said. Let's get you on set."
Colleen released her and let her lead the way across the dance floor. A brief, hushed conversation with the bouncer was followed by nod as he opened the door for them. A quick trip through a cramped stairway, and the two arrived at the deserted loft.
Lights hung from the ceiling all cast the room in a soft, warm glow that contrasted the chaotic, multicolored lights of the dance floor. Of course, there was the heavy, black steel of the banister. A large gap separated that from the fine leather sofas, acting both as a private dancefloor as well as placing the intimate seating area at an angle that wouldn't be visible from below.
Colleen began walking towards the bar, but her host's headstart and longer stride meant she cleared the distance with ease. She already had two glasses on the bar by the time Colleen arrived.
"Full service?" Colleen leaned on the bar in such a way that she could show off her own cleavage while also being able to look up the woman's extremely cropped top. "You really are a professional, aren't you?"
"In more ways than one," she replied without looking up from the drinks she was mixing.
Colleen smiled. "Oh? And what might those other skills-"
"Fucking," the interjection was punctuated with the sound of the glass sliding across the bar. "Sorry to cut you off, but I can't stand the tedium of beating around the bush. I fuck. On camera. And I'm very, very good at it," she concluded by picking up her own glass.
Colleen picked up her glass. "A girl who fucks as her day-job wants to hook up with me recreationally wants me? I'm flattered. Not surprised. But, still flattered." She tapped the glasses together before taking a sip. "You'll have to forgive me for not recognizing you. I just tend to find... other ways more stimulating than videos."
"Oh? More into reading?"
"Reading my smut is preferential to just the visual," replied Colleen. "But, even that has it's limits. Why just fantasize when I'm only call or dance away from making it happen?"
"Well, I am THE Fantasy," she replied. "There's a could hundred K people out there who'd agree with you. But, unlike them, you don't even know how much of a jackpot you've hit."
"And whose fans am I making jealous?" Colleen asked.
"About time you asked." She relaxed her wrist and offered her hand. "It's miss Kassandra Shrike."
"A pleasure, Miss Shrike. I'm Colleen. It's a pleasure to formally make your acquaintance." She took the offered hand and planted a soft kiss. "You know, most people would give their name before letting a stranger reach under their skirt and use their shaft to give direction. But, I'm imagining it's not something to which you're unaccustomed.
"Actually..." Kassandra replied. "I'm very selective with my costars. We chat, talk shop, check testing records, plan out scenes, and that's not even getting into the technical aspects. It takes A LOT of work to create the illusion of a spontaneous hookup."
"Sounds exhausting," remarked Colleen with another sip.
"Rewarding ... and exhausting, yeah," said Kassandra.
"So, when a dime dominates the dancefloor, you see someone *else* who's willing to put in the work."
"Bingo. That, plus a little spontaneity to break up all the professionalism." Kassandra leaned in. "What do you say? Think you can impress a professional?"
"Baiting me?" Colleen inched closer. "I think we're past that."
"Then, where are we?" Kassandra could feel hot breath on her lips.
"The part where I fuck a porn star," Colleen connected. Two pairs of full, painted lips pressed and played together. Inquisitive tongues slipped over and around each other on their trip to explore deeper.
Colleen pulled back with a smile and slid both glasses to the far end of the bar. "We've got space. We're going to use the space." She turned around and pulled herself up so she was sitting on the bar. Kassandra only just barely dodged her legs as Colleen swung around.
"I'm fine taking the lead," Colleen said, "but that doesn't mean you can get away without doing any work." She undid the straps of her dress pulled the down the front of her dress to expose her her chest. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the back of Kassandra's neck and pulled her in close. With the added height of the bar, Kassandra's face was even with Colleen's chest. "Perfect as these are, I think they'd look even better with some purple."
Despite their size, Colleen's breasts still felt firm against Kassandra's lips. She planned kiss after kiss, working her way to the center. When she finally arrived, she played around the edges, circled it with her tongue. She looked up into Colleen's eyes as she teased. The moment she saw the smallest crack in Colleen's expression, Kassandra struck. Lips closed tight before deep, strong sucking.
Colleen did her best to look like she was still in complete control as she stared into Kassandra's large, hungry eyes. She closed her eyes rather than let the woman at her chest see them roll back.
Kassandra pulled back, but refused to loosen her lips, giving a slight shake of her head just to feel the bounce of it. Only to release it, let it fall, and begin the process again on the opposite breast.
It had been a while since Colleen had been sucked as nicely as this. Noel did his best, but he didn't understand the nuances the way Kassandra did. Colleen wondered if she should try to find out if that tongue worked just as well below the waist. But, she couldn't have this woman in complete control of her pleasure. She hated the idea of a smug expression on that beautiful face. Besides, the dancefloor and getting her tits sucked had left her plenty wet. There was no need for additional foreplay.
"Sofa," was all Colleen said.
Kassandra released her lips and rested her face between Colleen's tits. "What's that?"
"Get me to the sofa. Get me there, and it's the last thing you'll have to worry about tonight.
Kassandra nodded into Colleen's chest before reaching under Colleen's thighs and lifting her up. Colleen wrapped her legs tight around Kassandra's strong sides and back as she was carried to the leather sofa that sat perpendicular to the guardrail.
Cool, smooth leather met the backs the Colleen's legs as Kassandra lowered her down. She heard the sofa squeak when Kassandra sat next to her.
"A promise is a promise," said Colleen. "Lie back, now. Let me take it from here." Kassandra oriented herself so she was laying across the sofa. She laid her head on the armrest while her long, lean legs stretched across Colleen's lap before continuing on over the opposite armrest.
Colleen saw the snakeskin skirt turned into a tent and reached under. "It's no wonder you're so popular," she mused. "Long, strong, and at full attention all this time."
"Bit of pharmaceutical assistance with that last bit," replied Kassandra. "But everything else is all me."
"Those lucky costars. I bet they hardly ever have to fake it for the camera." Colleen reached into the high sides of her boot with her free hand and pulled out a wrapped condom.
Kassandra was impressed. "Look at you, coming prepared."
"Prepared for cumming," said Colleen with a smile. She opened the condom and unrolled it down Kassandra's womanhood. Once she was satisfied it was secure, and pulled her own panties out of the way began to mount Kassandra. She was so already so excited that she was practically dripping onto Kassandra. Despite the star's notable size, it slipped inside so easily.
It was a pleasant stretch, just the perfect size for Colleen. About the same size as Noel. But the eager face of Colleen's boyfriend was banished from her mind as she looked out the edge of the balcony.
From her vantage point, she couldn't see the club-goers, but she did she the stage. A woman with fauxhawk and cut up worked the DJ equipment while nestled between two giant towers of speakers. In front of her, a woman with an over-designed dress and a microphone sang over the DJ's backing track.
Colleen swore that she could feel the vibration of the bass through Kassandra. She widened her legs to take as much the length as she could. She placed her palms on Kassandra's waist and slid them up and over her ribs until they slipped under the snakeskin top.
Colleen gripped tight and began to grind in time with the music, using Kassandra to hit all of her favorite spots. She felt the song building below and let her own intensity increase. Soon, she was bouncing full-force. The slapping of their sweaty thighs matched beat coming from the speakers.
Normally, when Kassandra was performing, this is the part where she would let out her practiced, higher-pitched squeals of pleasure. But now, as she watched the topless Colleen pleasure herself, caught a deep, rough moan slipping from her lips. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so caught up as to let the more natural sound slip through.
"Yeah, moan for me," Colleen panted. She gripped tighter and jumped harder. She had won her way into the most expensive, luxurious seats in the club. She had seduced a porn star who was now her personal plaything. It was hers. It was all hers.
Colleen slammed down and held tight. A scream forced it's way from her throat, only to be smothered by the sounds below. She felt the extra heat, the pulsing from Kassandra. The cacophony around them receded as they both reached crescendo together.
The cumulative exhaustion hit them both the minute the rush wore off. One drained woman panting as she laid across another.
Eventually, the two had recovered enough to peel their sweaty bodies off the leather and make their way over to the bar for some much needed hydration. But, Colleen hadn't made it this far just to sit at the bar. She made her way over to the edge of the balcony and looked down on the masses below her. She didn't even look up as Kassandra approached and leaned on the rail next to her. It was only when Kassandra placed her hand on Colleen's cheek and pulled her in for a kiss did she look away.
Had she kept watching the stage, she might have seen the glint of multicolored light hitting a camera lens.
