all over (her body)

Another weekend another night at the club.

While not the cheapest way to enjoy your time (it's easier to avoid looking at your bank statement) it's certainly one of the best. The town around this club being particularly barren and empty in the form of entertainment options, its the club or playing chess.

You –like many other people– had became a regular, the third booth on the left where you spend most of your time. The leather burnt and damaged on the edges, the way it was indented on the left middle cushion. You could recall it all, same with people. Several faces come in, some only once, other's here just as much as you.

Choerry was one of the latter.

Her presence was known immediately, the rooms energy changes when she walks in. Always sharp, sweet, seductive. Gets a few drinks bought by loners who think they have a shot at getting lucky, and it always ends up in heartbreak for them.

She had beckoned you away from your usual spot, luring you to the wall left of the dance floor. The club was awfully busy today, all sat down on the booths. The song playing was fucking awful. Garbage, but it was starting to be tuned out by Choerry.

"Heya." She said, holding the drink you bought her to her usual order. 'Love Cherry Potion' she called it. Her leg was hoisted on the wall, looking as effortlessly beautiful and casual like usual.

"Hey, so how's it going tonight?" You asked, taking a sip of the cocktail of your own. Down to an absolute science, all your favourites carefully balanced and pronounced. (the modest tip every payday helps.)

"Usual, got off work and came here." She sighed, pouting slightly as she looked at you. "But the free drinks are always nice."

She looked very dressed up, implying that she probably took a rather large detour to make herself look as lethal as usual. From the rough leather shorts that hid the majority of the fishnets that clung sinfully to her lower thighs. All the way to the black overly decorated crop top, letting you mentally feast on her toned stomach.

"Ay! Who said that drink was free?" You jabbed, Choerry let out an exasperated noise, dramatically putting her head against the wall.

"Shush, what's your plan after this?"

"Depends on the rest of the night, it's still young, can't rule anything out." You fumbled with your phone, double checking to make sure no obligations would potentially steal the freedom the night provides.

"I see, that's good to know." She smirked, adjusting her shirt, letting a bit more skin show for just a second.

"You? Got any?" You parroted, curious about her.

"Same as you, can't rule out any potential fun, that'd be stupid."

You nodded.

The song changed, you recognised it. Very popular, suddenly the entire room started to fill up with people, even ones from in the VIP lounge. The entire venue getting replaced by a swarm of people.

They didn't care who was in the way, pushing and shoving to make space to drunkenly dance to the sound of the beat.

That lack of care put you and Choerry in a compromising position, your body shoved right into hers. Pressing against each other with no way out, completely swarmed.

"S-sorry." You apologised, the proximity making you breathe in Choerry's perfume. A mix of fruity and floral, disarmingly addictive.

"Don't be. There's nowhere else you can go." She whispered, that much was true.

Another shove.

"Ah!" She yelped, your drink was spilled. Money going down the drain and dripping off Choerry's stomach.

"Sorry, again."

"Stop apologising honey, it's okay. Look." Your mouth went dry, her finger grabbing the pooling liquid, licking every inch of her finger. Taking it between her lips.

Removing it with a pop.

Fuck.

Choerry took shameless advantage of how borderline close you two were, leaning over into your ear. "I think there's something else you could give me..."

You bit down the nerves forming in your heart, pounding heavily in your ears akin to the bass of the music.

"Oh yeah?" You asked, each word covered in anxious saliva, making you sound borderline pathetic.

"Yeah.." Choerry's free hand stroked your hair, messing with you. "It's sticky, white and can be shot all over me."

You gulped down the thick spit trapped in your mouth.

"Jesus..."

She giggled.

You were painfully hard, her words, her perfume, her actions. It made you strain violently against your clothes. Clothed erection pushing against Choerry's bare thigh.

And she noticed, of course she noticed.

There was no space to hide.

She lifted her leg, giving you a small ounce of pleasure. Making you gasp.

"Seems like you want me... You can have me, most of me." She purred, leaving open mouth, tiny kisses on your earlobe.

"Most?"

"Every ounce of my body, just not my pussy, not safe and I hate condoms. Trust me though, I'm very skilled with the rest of my body, you'll be begging me for more." Choerry's palm went lower, giving your cock more attention, letting you gasp shakily.

Well the prospect of not fucking her was the travesty of the century, with how nice the rest of her borderline godlike body looked... It was hard to find any objections.

"God, please..." You moaned shakily, remembering you were in a public place. Nobody was watching, but you still felt exposed.

"That's what I like to hear... good. I think the crowd will disperse soon, then I'll take you back to my apartment." She promised, lowering her mouth to your neck. Leaving sloppy kisses.

She's fucking lethal.

Choerry shoved you down into her sofa, the cushion softening the force you landed with. She sat to the side of you, directly making eye contact, grabbing onto your face with animalistic hunger. She wasn't shy to take the lead, a feverish hunger motivating every slight action.

The two of you were inches away from each other, lips just barely touching. Brushing against each other, breathing in her oxygen. After a faint moment her teeth sunk softly into your bottom lip, making you gasp, Choerry's tongue took advantage of the situation. Sliding inside the cavern of your mouth, exploring every inch.

The alcohol she drank flooded in, the taste mingling with the natural taste of her breath. It was almost fucking addictive. Choerry pulled away unfortunately, breathing heavily after the makeout session. "Wow, you are a good kisser."