Crazy Seduction(erotica)

“Where the hell do you hear these stories?” Dayshia exclaimed.

“It’s on the dark web. That’s not all the weird stuff that’s going on,” Roger insisted.

“None of these stories can be verified. It’s just wild fantasy! You’re talking about a village in rural China. Who’s going to get a news crew to that location to validate the story?” Dayshia challenged him.

“Fine, that location might be a little difficult to get to but what about that small town in Kansas the US military has mysteriously quarantined? Poison gas? Radioactivity? I call bullshit, and I’m not the only one!” Roger insisted.

“So what, you’d have someone break into the town based on what? The suspicion that the danger isn’t real? Why would they go to this much effort if there was no threat to life or our society?” Tish asked.

Roger gaped at her. “You would be ok with someone hiding the truth of extraterrestrial life from you?”

Henry was enjoying the spirited back and forth. He decided to join in. “Here’s a question for you Roger. What do you think would happen to society if we suddenly received absolute proof of life out there? We’ve barely evolved past our poop throwing monkey origins. Would it be fair to say there would be an upheaval of the established order?”

Roger grinned. “I certainly hope so!”

“And there you have it. Roger is an anarchist,” Tish sighed. The man shrugged.

“You understand there is a better than even chance that the initial response to that news will be intensely negative and reactionary,” Henry suggested.

Roger nodded. “Society needs a reboot.”

Henry leaned back and pondered the serious expression on Roger’s face. He didn’t doubt that Roger believed it, even welcomed it. Glancing at Sandy, he wondered if Roger understood how much this contradicted his previous protective statements for the woman.

“This is why no one votes for you to head up anything at work,” Dayshia sighed.

Tish chuckled at Roger’s annoyed look.

“Did anyone else see the northern lights over the city?” Sandy asked excitedly.

“Careful, Roger will claim the Northern Lights are camouflage for UFO’s!” Tish teased.

They slipped into an easy banter, and Henry just enjoyed listening to the flow. He offered a word or two when prompted, but mostly he just listened.

These were his friends. He soaked in their happiness and how they included him. Well, the ladies did at least. He still got the impression that Roger was still holding him at arm’s length.

Sandy, Tish, and Dayshia were feeling very comfortable with him now, and there was a lot of casual and affectionate touching which Henry had never really experienced before. He was seriously becoming enthralled by the three beauties, and their smiles showed they could tell.

Dinner was delicious, and Henry agreed with Tish that the reviews were spot on and this was absolutely a new favorite.

The dance club was many blocks away so it would be another round of cabs. Tish insisted this time Henry would go with her and Roger would share one with the others.

Sandy flagged down a taxi, jumped in with Dayshia and Roger, and they were off.

It took a few more minutes before Tish managed to flag another empty taxi down. She squeezed in next to Henry even though there was plenty of room in the back seat. He looked at her curiously, and she smiled happily as she took his hand.

“I’m so looking forward to dancing with you! I was thrilled to hear from Sandy that you were going to join us tonight,” she said and bit her lip.

The sight of her lip caught between her white teeth trapped his eyes, and he felt himself drawn towards her.

Suddenly Henry felt his balance shift as the car veer to the right. He slammed up against the window, clocking his head against the glass.

“Ow! What the hell!?!” Henry growled at the driver as he rubbed his temple while looking around to see what they’d swung around so dramatically.

The driver glanced in the mirror curiously. Incredulous at his callous attitude, Henry looked to Trish to see how she was. He was surprised to see her looking just a little upset.

“If you didn’t want to kiss me you could have just said so,” she said quietly.

“What? Of course, I want to kiss you, but the taxi just veered into the next lane!” he said equally quiet.

She looked at him cautiously. “The taxi didn’t change course, at all. We’ve been moving straightforward for a few minutes.”

He blinked at her. “But I felt a distinct vector change. I felt the gee’s tug me to the left. I think I even heard you call out for help the moment it happened.”

Now she looked worried. She pulled his face close and looked at his pupils. She used her cell phone flashlight to test his pupil dilation and saw no signs of a concussion. Finally, she sat back and shook her head. “I didn’t say anything. You were leaning in for a kiss, and then you pulled away sharply and banged your head on the window.”

He saw she was still upset and he had no way to explain his distinct recollection of being pulled to the left and the cry for help. He sighed internally. Another freaking mystery. However, he could deal with one issue right now.

He put a serious expression on his face. “There’s only one way to see what happened. Re-enactment.”

Tish’s lips curved up slightly at his studious look.

“I believe you were there, you were biting your lip-” She did it again, and a thrill shot through him. This time his lips found hers, and they were kissing passionately.

“We’re here.”

Henry pulled back to blink at the driver. “Oh, right.” He paid the driver as Tish was still recovering.

He reached around her and opened her door. He helped her out of the taxi, and the cooler air finally got through to Tish’s dazzled mind. “Wait, I was supposed to pay for the taxi!”

“You cheapskate!” Roger barked as he appeared next to them on the sidewalk. He aimed a punch at Tish’s arm, but Henry caught Roger’s fist in his palm. It was a gentle enough punch, but Henry couldn’t let anyone hurt Tish. He shook his head at Roger who pouted at him.

“Hey! There’s a big difference between my momentary forgetfulness and your deliberate action,” Tish barked as she glared at Roger.

“What distracted you from your arrival here?” Dayshia said knowingly with a big grin on her face.

Tish was wearing a smudge proof lipstick so she just grinned and looped her arms through Sandy’s and Dayshia’s as she moved towards the line for the club. Henry and Roger followed.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to hurt Sandy?” Roger whispered to Henry.

“Does she look hurt to you?” Henry whispered back as he gestured to the smiling woman. “I told you, she hasn’t asked to be exclusive.”

They had to wait in line for some time as it slowly inched forward. Henry was beginning to wonder if this was the dance club experience. They spent the time people watching and a lot more casual touching. Henry was in heaven!

Eventually, they reached the front of the line, and the door man let their group inside. Roger and Henry had to pay a door charge, but the ladies got in for free.

Dayshia immediately pulled them all out onto the dance floor. Henry squeaked nervously as he hadn’t fortified his courage with alcohol first.

He did his best to relax and flow with the music, but he was overly conscious of the position of his feet and his arms. After the second number, Roger took pity on him and dragged him to the bar.

“We need you to get some happy juice in you so you can relax!” Roger said into his ear. The bar area was very busy, so Roger took Henry’s order, a simple rum, and coke, and waded into the crowd. When he returned with drinks in hand, he didn’t let Henry pay for his. “I shouldn’t have stiffed you in the taxi. It’s my treat.”

“Thanks!” Henry said. He took a sip and reeled back a little. “Wow! That’s strong!”

Roger shook his head. “They use a strongly flavored Rum.” He saw the ladies waving at them to come back to the floor. “Bottoms up, the ladies are waiting!” Roger bellowed and tossed back his drink.

Henry gaped at the man then looked to see Sandy beckoning. He tossed his drink back and went into a coughing fit. That was awful Rum!

Roger grinned at him as he’d ordered him a double then threw in a shot he’d bought separately. He almost giggled, knowing how hard this was going to hit Henry. One drink? Pussy.

They rejoined the ladies and picked up where they left off, and after only a couple of songs, Henry began to feel more comfortable shaking his ass to the music. He turned and shook his ass at Sandy, and the ladies hooted and cheered. He felt some groping as well, but it didn’t bother him too much. Roger seemed to be having a good time as well.

Tish, Dayshia, and Roger went in search of a table while Sandy continued to dance with Henry. He was very relaxed by this point. The number slowed down, and he felt Sandy’s body press up against his. There was the occasional bump from strangers on the crowded dance floor.

He smiled at Sandy then her lips were on his, and he went with it. She slid her tongue into his mouth, and he chased it with his. He slid his hands down to her ass and squeezed her cheeks making her moan into his mouth.

He felt so good! Warm and tingly. The other dancers were still rubbing against them unintentionally. Without warning, heat rushed down his neck and sides, continuing out through his limbs. Sandy moaned and kissed him deeper which just fueled his heat. He lifted her up against his chest as she ground her pelvis against his.

The heat surged through him again, and Sandy’s silky hair engulfed his head.

Someone crashed into Henry’s back, and he stumbled forward only to trip over the bodies of a couple writhing in ecstasy on the floor. He somehow kept his footing as Sandy clung to his chest. Her legs wrapped around his hips. She was running her tongue along his neck, and that felt too good.

“HHNNRRYY!”

He turned and spotted Roger also on his feet amongst the writhing bodies. The man was holding a wet bar towel over his mouth and nose and gesturing frantically for Henry to follow him as he scrambled away, carefully avoiding the bodies.

Henry wanted to lie down with Sandy and make love to her until she screamed enough! Instead, he forced himself to carry her over the orgy, down a corridor to a backdoor where police were grabbing people as they left and passed them back.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Henry was still burning up and the hands grabbing him started to travel over his body. In a moment of clarity, he suddenly knew he had to get away. His face was still largely covered by Sandy’s soft hair, and the alley was dark and chaotic, so there was a chance.

Sandy was rocking and trembling through a release caused by the grinding and jostling as he carried her out. She panted against his neck sending shivers up his spine.

He saw Roger hacking and coughing against the far wall with a wide-eyed Tish and Dayshia by his side.

“Roger!” he croaked.