Drunk Suzy Strips in a Club - Sex Stories

Drunk Suzy Strips in a Club

... Everyone present here was dressed stylishly. I was glad I had chosen to wear my small skirt in the first place. It was what nearly every woman was putting on. As for my jewelry—it need not have been this expensive. My rings and bracelets and necklaces were attracting so much attention already and I did not like the feel of it. “Cara, don’t you feel I must take off my jewelry. Roughly everyone is staring at it. Does it look that expensive?” She ran an eye at me from my head down to my toe. “You look rich, Suzy. That is why everyone is staring at your jewelry like that.” At least they were staring at my jewelry—not me. If the majority of eyes had been on me, I would have begun to suspect I was not dressed properly. It would feel like I was naked or something close to it. “Cara, what must I do now? I am ill at ease, you know.” She laughed lightly. “Just be yourself. They will get used to it and stop staring.” I breathed out and stayed calm. I hoped her advice would work out fine. She was right! An hour afterwards, everyone had quit making sheep’s eyes at my jewelry. I felt like a star—one who had suddenly shot her way to fame and then faded from the spotlight quickly. Maybe I was that star tonight. The music was loud and addictive. Not rock per say. It was something similar to…..jazz or pop. I was not sure. There were quaking thuds and bangs, then smacks and clacks. The crowd pressed tighter. Sweat spread throughout the dance hall. Men were paired with women. Single moms like ...

... Cara and me hugged each other and then broke free repeatedly. “What music is this?” I asked the DJ once I had shifted closer to the stage. Cara stood besides me, shaking her ass left, then right—jigging her breasts up, then down. “Setswana pop; this is our pop here, ma’am. Do you like it?” I nodded……..Oh? No wonder it sounded like English pop. I liked it truthfully. It made my head swell big and vibrate, then reverberate, then burst, and………I was dancing, forward, then backwards—north, then south. The DJ continually nodded his head at me. There was a big smile gracing his face. He offered me a bottle of Vodka from his bar. I took it gladly and drank it bit by bit while dancing. “Would you like me to join you in your dance?” The DJ asked me curiously, winking his left eye at me. He was dressed in plain blue jeans that had slits on the thighs. His black sports jacket had the buttons worked loose to uncover the white shirt he was wearing beneath it. His leather shoes were pitch-black, just like his eyes and hair. I glanced at Cara. She winked at me in harmony. I took that for a, “Yes, dance with him, dear.” “I have no problem with that, Mister DJ.” He was up on his feet in no time. He stretched out his hand to me, and I laid hold of it gently. Before we begun dancing, I unpinned my jacket and threw it on his table. I remained in a snug-fitting bra-like top that uncovered my breasts partly. Yes. The stripping had only just begun, and so had the wild dancing too. The DJ placed his ...