Music to Sooth The Savage Beast…

March the 11th 2005 The heavy bass reverberated through my heels, up my legs right to my groin. I walked further into the club, strains of Ted Nugent's Stranglehold throbbing on my spine. The long guitar solo lent the perfect beat and background to my entrance. I looked like a hardened goddess, strolling through the club, the dancers swaying as the music swept through them. The sensual power of a guitar and drum beats never failed to amaze me as my body found its outlet. I watched the beautiful bodies around me as I passed through on my way to the far side of the club. The strobes kept time in my deepest reaches as the music snaked me off to the zone. I paused for a moment in the center of the dance floor, the rock music beginning a sway in me. I stood there, the music moving me along, my hips swaying seductively, my body feeling like it needed to be fucked. I moved my hands down along my curves, hugging each as they went. All eyes were upon me, although the dancers kept on moving, their bodies winding and entwining to the music, a sexy snaking of form moving around, in and out. I was swept away with the rhythm and movement of the whole. My whole body felt controlled by the beat blasting through the speakers. My leather miniskirt hugged my hips; the curves of my perfect legs looked even more striking in the stiletto heels. The halter-top hugged my large breasts, the erect nipples poking against the shimmering fabric. My nipples were always erect when the beat of the drums hit my spine. I danced, my eyes closed, hearing nothing and no one but the music. It shifted my consciousness, like drugs did for others. I could not stand still, the music moving me in gyrations so sexual in nature; you'd have thought I was an exotic dancer at the local club. Instead, this was MY club. I owned The Antonia and this was my dance floor. These were my patrons and I danced like I owned the world, my cunt growing more wet each moment. The music stimulated me, causing more seductive movements with each passing beat. I looked around me, aware of the many pairs of eyes on me, despite the dancing going on. I loved being the center of attention. I'd lived my life on the edge and loved it that way. I did what I want and went where I wanted. I moved my body more seductively, my breasts swaying to the sounds echoing through the club all around us. I danced as though the music were coming from inside me, my vagina growing even more wet with each passing moment. I grabbed the nearest beautiful young man from the spectators, much to the dismay of his girlfriend. Her, I ignored as I took her man and led him to the center of the dance floor. I moved in closer and seductively pushed against him, grinding my in-rhythm hips into his. We moved like partners in a sex ballet, together, gyrating. He scooped his arm around my waist, drew me in even tighter and I could feel his bulge against me. I moved against it, rubbing and grinding into it and I felt it grow larger. I suddenly wanted that cock in me. All the way in me. I ground harder against him, pulling his head close and biting his lip. He jerked back, splitting the skin with his movement, and the blood beaded on the lower lip. I ran my finger through it, smearing it across his cheek. He pushed against me as we danced to the animal rhythms…the jungle drums of the modern era. Like hunters we sought out each other's eyes, our wild lust showing in our movements. The dancers had swept back to give us the center, my lighting man training the lights only on us, leaving the fringes to the shadows. I pulled off my halter-top, letting my breasts free, their white skin glistening with the sweat on them. We circled each other, our eyes only on each other. The dance floor was our jungle clearing. My prey thought he'd be able to best me at my own game. Hardly. I leapt and wrapped my legs around his waist. He continued to sway to the deep resonant beat as I kissed him deeply. I took his face and buried it in between my breasts, smothering him in my tits, the twin mounds flesh beyond dreams. I have gorgeous breasts. I felt him struggle as he needed breath and I held on for a moment more. His struggling stopped as he realized that I wasn't going to let go until he'd quit fighting me. I let myself down out of his arms, his fingertips pinching and squeezing my nipples. I closed my eyes and started a slow gyration of my hips, my bared breasts stuck out seductively, my body moving with the deepest bass of the drums playing. All around me, I felt the eyes upon me, watching me dance as though alone in my own room. The sweat ran down my back as I undulated to the music, making my way in large circles around him. He kept his eyes on me at all times. Making his way to me, he picked me up this time, slowly as though in water. We moved together and he wrapped my legs around him again. He reached beneath me and freed his cock and slid me down onto it. I pushed and buried it all the way in me; grateful it was a private club. I rode him hard, moving up and down on the swollen shaft, not caring who saw. The idea of being watched made the fuck all that much more satisfying. I was an exhibitionist at heart and loved the attention. My short skirt already bunched around my hips. I closed my eyes and rode him like I owned him. I didn't care at all about his satisfaction. I only wanted my orgasm as I stroked on his cock. The sweat dripped off my body. I rode him harder and harder. I threw my head back and accepted my climax as part of the whole experience. I shuddered and screamed out as the spasms took me; the other dancers moving toward their partners, turned on and lusty after watching us. I finished pounding at him and climbed off, dropping to my knees just as his rod spewed thick ropey strands of semen. I swallowed them hungrily and licked my lips. I cleaned his prick spotlessly. Standing up, I looked around for my halter top and noticed that couples all around the dance floor were engaging in vertical orgies as I grabbed my top and headed for my office, sated and ready for the evening's partying…