All the events described in the story, occurred in reality. The names of the characters changed.

This evening we celebrated Natalie's birthday. At one time, she rather successfully married a Dane, while, it seems, out of love. Nika and I find him charming, well, he is like this - cheerful, attractive, sporty. There is, however, a minus in that you have to talk in English, but it does not matter.

That evening we gathered in the six. I sat between Nika and Natalie, from time to time catching the warm touches of one or another leg under the table. Dane sat next to Natalie. There was also a Danish friend. For completeness, we will describe him: for 30 years, he had his own business in a neighboring city, where he found a girlfriend who was with him today. We saw her for the first time, and she mostly smiled and kept mum. Nothing such a damsel, all on place, truth. my nickname will be harder. We ate, drank and laughed - and what else do they do in pubs? The conversation went on, the vodka and champagne poured and the atmosphere was warm every minute. In general, the usual get-togethers with dancing, which soon began. The musicians played the smash hitters, we jumped and just balked. Slow dance I danced with Natalie. I hugged her back, she put her hand on my shoulder and we moved to the rhythm of the music. Whether the aroma of her body with a touch of tart spirits and cigarette smoke, or the proximity of her warm thighs and the pleasant hollow between her breasts, tempting to go deep cleavage, or her agitated eyes and sensually fluttering nostrils caused in me a warm wave of desire interlacing with my old sympathy for Natalie. She felt my electrified and, as it were, accidentally pressed herself closer to me. My throat tightened. Through the thin fabric of the trousers, she clearly had to feel the changes in my mood. Judging by the way she looked at me, she felt it. She deliberately clung to my bloodshot and desire member, who was trying to make its way into the close matter of cowards, but met strong resistance to clothing, from this straining even more. Our breathing became more frequent, my hand, hugging Natalie’s body, seemed to me like an octopus's tentacle with a million sensitive pads on my finger tips, the earth was going out from under my feet. Everything was spinning. For a moment I thought I was drunk, but the discontinued music brought me back to reality. With Natalie, in my opinion, it was the same as with me. The corners of her lips sensually trembled, she herself glowed with some kind of radiance, her voice slightly trembled. The most amazing thing is that the rest didn’t notice anything — all this, which seemed to us like thunder in our chest, flashed between us in a split second and lit a flame inside that was invisible to the rest.

We returned to the table, drank and ate. At this time, the night program began with a dance group performance. There were two girls and a guy. Their plastic bodies moved around the stage, and I already looked at the dancers with a completely different look. Turned legs flashed before his eyes, skirts flew around the corners, exposing the elastic ass to the hungry look; gradually the growing faces of the dancers and their smiling lips - all this, together with the closeness of my beloved Nika, on the one hand, and Natalie, who was no less desirable at this moment, on the other, evoked a feeling of extraordinary strength, such sharpness, that I had to drink more vodka to avoid desire to merge with a woman in close embrace of love fever.

At this moment, the light in the room turned off and a girl slipped out in the dim light. Under the enchanting sounds of music, she swam across the hall, endowing us with her eyes. To say that she was beautiful is not to tell the truth. Imagine the quintessence of femininity, grace and warmth.She was like a statue of Venus - a little plump, by the standards of designers, but each line of her body gave way to femininity. The Dane smiled tightly, his friend Peter watched her without taking his eyes off, our ladies watched carefully too, and their eyes showed approval and curiosity. Nika leaned toward me and whispered:

- Look, what a sexy girl!

- Yes. - I could only answer. Nick looked into my eyes, smiled, and under the table laid her hand on my thigh. As the girl's dance became more and more erotic, my reaction became more and more pronounced, and soon Nika’s hand found her pet in all her beauty ready for battle. She looked at me and smiled. She is generally crazy about the penis, especially when the hormones of the female cycle are pressing. Her hand kindly squeezed my fighter and returned to the table.

The girl at this time more and more devoted to the dance. She was not as vulgar as most stripteasers. She was sensual, tender in her dance, all her movements said that she did not undress for money, but just caress her beloved body, getting pleasure from it. Apparently, she was a bit of an exhibitionist, as she herself clearly liked it. Her dance blew with a slight sadness of unfulfilled desire, and this was transmitted to us all, electrifying the atmosphere. The evening was clearly a success.

When the dance was over, we began to discuss it vigorously. Everyone liked the impression that her full, soft, but not sagging round breasts with small nipples, her slender legs, her rounded buttocks, her inviting belly, her manner of holding, her eyes expression, made an impression on everyone. Everybody got excited, and when the dances started again, we danced a lot more openly, reminding ourselves of the ritual rituals of savages from the island of sexual madness. They didn’t put on slow music, and it wasn’t necessary - our girls, inspired by the example of a dancer, wriggled more and more eroticly. Their lips parted, eyes twinkling fire. Nobody already had partners, all merged in the mass of six bodies inflamed with desire, either with one movement or with another, trying to convey their passion to that one at that moment. All this lasted about ten minutes, then we sat down again to the table. A couple of elderly foreigners had finished their meal by this time and was about to leave the hall, except for us there was another company, but they did not interfere with us. And with the care of an elderly couple, we felt much more at ease. Under vodka, champagne and cigarettes, the evening acquired an increasingly erotic coloration. Obsession of desire rolled in waves, now amplifying, now weakening. The dancers from the group performed a few more numbers, the cancan danced more eroticly, and the corset of one girl inadvertently weakened and the edge of the nipple became visible. She clearly did not notice this, but we were again added fuel to the fire. Then there was a number in the skin and with whips, but only with a hint of striptease, but the bodies were going crazy. And then the light went out again and she appeared in the skin. She is our girl. Only this time she was not a lonely virgin nympho. She was the Mistress. Her movements were hard and swift, her eyes were powerful and cold, her body was beautiful because of its inaccessibility. In time with energetic music, she rushed past the tables, performed several elegant pirouettes, easily circling around the hall. And then. Then she lay down on the floor and slowly spread her legs. Her crotch, tightly wrapped in a narrow strip of leather shorts, appeared before our eyes. Her pubis was moving up and down with sharp obscene movements, and between the legs the relief of two ridges with a depression between them clearly protruded. She swung her whip over herself, threw it up and, in the style of a sports gymnast, caught him in the flight by the middle of the handle.Then she pressed this pen to her cheek, slid across her face and ran it over her lips, as if it were a phallus, plunged it into her mouth and began to suck, inserting and removing from her full lips, to caress them with her bare breasts, or very skillfully depicting , whether actually receiving it. Gradually, she fell lower and reached the crotch. She drove the handle on the fold, which attracted the eye, like a magnet, drove up and down, wriggling in her enjoyment. Her breathing became much more frequent, her breasts were covered with sweat and often heaved. Nipples were standing ...