Becca pulled her blonde hair back behind her head to keep it from falling over her face, and stared back down at the organic chemistry notes. It was a Friday night, but her final exam was next week, and she really needed to study hard to get her A and keep her perfect average.

"Come on, girl! You can study next week. Come out with us!" her roommate Amber said.

"Where are you going?" Becca asked.

"We're heading out to Contour," Amber replied, referring to a nearby nightclub.

Becca sighed. "You know I'm not much of a dancer."

"Oh, come on. Don't be so boring!"

Becca stared at her notes again. One night off wouldn't hurt, she supposed. "Alright, alright. I'll come. Let's get going, then."

Amber looked up and down Becca's body. "Aren't you going to change first?"

Becca glanced down at her t-shirt and tan pants and shook her head. "Nah, I don't feel like getting dressed up."

"Come on, at least put on a blouse or something other than just a t-shirt. They do have a dress code, you know."

Becca sighed again. "Fine, fine." She grabbed a light blue blouse that she had hung over her chair and quickly changed. It hung loosely on her, helping to disguise her somewhat large breasts. She also slipped on a pair of flat sandals; she was taller than most other girls and rarely wore any kind of high heels. "Now, are we going, or what?"

Amber, Becca, and their other two roommates Sara and Natalie got into Sara's car and drove down to the club. It was already pretty crowded. After they got inside, Sara immediately headed for the dance floor, since she would not be drinking anything that night. The other three headed over to the bar.

"I'll have a, uh... Midori Sour," Becca said.

"Come on, you need something stronger than that!" Amber said. "You've been too worried about your classes. Get some drinks, go dance, tease some guys. You'll have fun!"

Becca gave a small smile to her roommate as Amber gulped down whatever drink she had gotten and headed off to dance. Becca and Natalie stayed at the bar trying to talk over the loud music for awhile, but soon Natalie was out dancing too.

Becca finished the last of her drink, and was just about to force herself to go join them for awhile, when she noticed a guy looking at her from further down the bar. He wasn't bad looking, but nothing special. Becca looked back at him and smiled. The guy got up and came down towards her.

"Hey, I'm Ross. Can I buy you a drink?" he said pleasantly.

"Uh, well I just finished one, actually..." Becca started.

"So you need another one, then, right?" he said with a smile. He turned to the bartender and asked him for something, but Becca couldn't hear what he said over the music. The bartender took a quick glance at Becca before nodding and moving off to make something. A moment later he returned with a small glass full of a blue liquid.

"Here you are... sorry, what was your name?" Ross asked, handing Becca the drink.

"Becca," she told him. She looked at the drink skeptically.

"Go ahead. It's good," Ross said. "It has Blue Curacao in it, that's what gives it that nice color."

Becca sipped it tentatively. It did taste good. She took another, larger drink. Very good in fact. Before she realized it, she had finished it.

"Uh, thanks, Ross," Becca said.

Ross smiled. "No problem."

Becca suddenly felt an urge to go dance. Why else are you here, after all?, she asked herself. She looked around on the floor for her girlfriends, but didn't see any of them. She grabbed Ross's hand. "Come on, let's dance," she said, surprising herself at her forwardness. But he is pretty cute, so it's okay, she thought to herself. Right? "Tease some guys," Amber had told her. Sounded good to her...

Becca danced and danced. After awhile she found herself grinding her ass into Ross's body. And not just his, she switched partners a few times, but always coming back to him.

Suddenly she saw Sara's long black hair and tiny body nearby. She made her way over there, and saw Natalie and Amber as well.

"You ready to go?" Sara asked over the noise. "Me and Amber were about to find you and take off.. I think Nat's going to stay awhile though." She grinned, and nodded over to a guy that Natalie seemed to be deeply involved with. Becca vaguely recognized him from school.

"Yeah, alright. One sec," she added. She looked around for Ross, to maybe give him her phone number, but he seemed to have disappeared. She shrugged. "Never mind. Let's go."

Natalie came back the next morning, in a very bright mood. "Natalie looks happy... she needed a good lay really bad," Amber whispered to Becca. "For that matter, so do you." Becca gave Amber a glare. "What happened to that guy you were dancing with?" she asked.

Becca shrugged. "I dunno.. he just disappeared after awhile."

Amber nodded. "Typical. Maybe he figured he wasn't going to get in your pants, so he went off to try for someone else." Becca rolled her eyes.

All that day, Becca tried to study, but she just couldn't concentrate. She kept thinking about her dancing. It really was fun, she thought to herself. She had been out dancing a few other times, but she had never let herself go like that before.

As the evening rolled around, Becca had made very little progress on her organic chemistry, and no progress at all on genetics. Why are you a bio major?, she asked herself.

Because that's what I've wanted to do for years, she answered. When she was questioning her dream, it was probably time to take a break. She left her notes and wandered out to the apartment's living room. Amber was there, watching TV. The door to Sara's room was shut. Natalie was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, want to go out again?" Becca asked. Amber looked around at her.

"Who are you, and where is Becca?" she said jokingly.

"Oh come on, I'm not that bad," Becca protested.

"Yeah, whatever. But hell yeah I'll go out again. Natalie disappeared with her new boytoy, but I'll see what Sara's up to."

Sara, it turned out, was studying hard, and, unlike Becca, could not be convinced to stop. "You want to go dancing again, then?" asked Amber.

Becca nodded. "Let me get changed, first," she said. She went back in her room, and looked through her closet. But nothing looked good. She sighed, and wandered back out. "Do you have something I could borrow?" she asked.

Amber smiled. "Sure. Come on, let's get you looking sexy. Don't want any more disappearing guys, right?" She went into her room, and came back with some clothes in her arms. "Here, try this."

Becca went into her room. When she came out, she was wearing tight black pants, an even tighter white halter top that left a little bit of her midriff bare, and black high heels. Amber whistled. "Hottie alert!" she exclaimed, causing Becca to roll her eyes and smile. "Now, let's go find you something."

They headed back to Contour. Amber thought about going somewhere else, but Becca had enjoyed it so much the previous night that she wanted to go back.

They both grabbed a drink, chatted for a bit while checking out the guys, and then headed out to dance. The two of them danced together for awhile, but Amber soon disappeared into the crowd. Becca continued dancing a bit, but it just wasn't as fun as it had been the previous night, so she eventually headed back to the bar. She could almost feel the stares of various guys following her, and it was a little uncomfortable. Why did you let Amber dress you up like this?

She looked for an open spot at the bar, and suddenly noticed Ross sitting there. "Hey!" she said to him. "Where'd you disappear to last night?"

Ross smiled at her. "Oh hi there. Sorry about that, something came up suddenly and I had to leave... let me buy you a drink to make up for it?"

Becca gave him a glare, but her expression soon softened. "Well, okay..."

He smiled again and turned to the bartender. Becca again tried to hear what he asked for, but there was too much noise. The bartender nodded at Ross, and soon produced another bright blue drink, similar to what she had had the night before. Ross handed it to her. "I am sorry about last night."

Becca sipped her drink. "Don't worry about it." She took another drink. It was just as good as the first one. As she quickly drained it, she made a mental note to ask him what it was called. Not right now though. It was time for dancing, now. She headed out to the dance floor, followed by Ross. She again felt guys staring at her, but somehow she didn't mind so much.

Becca was only vaguely aware of time after that. She remembered lots of dancing. At a couple points she could have sworn someone was trying to feel her up... but no, that couldn't have happened; she would have pushed them away. Eventually she found herself in the center of a group, doing an almost erotic dance. Her hands ran up and down her body, feeling herself; the watching guys were cheering. It felt wonderful.

Suddenly she saw Amber looking over to see what was going on. She snapped out of whatever daze she had been in. She moved through the now-disappointed group over to where her roommate was.

"What was all that?" Amber asked.

"Nothing. Just dancing, you know."

"Right... anyway, we should be going."

Becca nodded. "Yeah, okay..." She looked around for Ross, but again he had disappeared. She sighed and followed Amber out the door.

"I'm feeling a bit drunk," Amber said, underscoring the point by tripping over herself. "You okay to drive?"

Becca nodded her head. "Yeah, sure. I only had one drink and that was awhile ago." She climbed into the driver's seat.

All through the ride home, Becca kept thinking of the last dance she had done. It had been exciting, having everyone watch her like that. She was excited even now.

It seemed to take forever to get back, even though Becca was probably driving a little faster than she should be. Finally they got to the girls' apartment building. Becca had to restrain herself from running up the stairs and leaving Amber to stumble up on her own.

But they eventually reached their apartment. Becca muttered "'night" and dashed into her room. She shut and locked the door, and laid down on her bed. She could see herself in the mirror, now. She undid the button on her pants and slipped them off, staring at herself in the mirror the whole time. God, I look hot, she thought to herself. This outfit of Amber's is wonderful. I need some hot clothes of my own... maybe tomorrow... but all her thoughts fled as she ran her hand up her leg and began feeling her damp pussy through her panties. Her other hand found its way to her left breast, and she began squeezing and rubbing it through the fabric of Amber's shirt.

Becca continued to stare and watch the masturbating curly blonde haired girl in the mirror. Becca very rarely masturbated, but she had never looked or felt this hot before. With a low, quiet moan, she slipped a finger inside her sex.

It didn't take her long to reach her first orgasm, and as the pleasure shot through her body, she found herself pretending she was dancing....

Becca awoke Sunday morning lying naked in her bed. She couldn't quite remember falling asleep the night before. In fact, she had trouble remembering a lot of things from the night before. But she did feel very refreshed, and she felt like she could put in a good day of studying for her finals.

She slipped on her bathrobe and went to take a shower. As the water flowed over her body, she found herself humming some of the music from the club and pretending to dance a bit. She suddenly stopped, and started laughing to herself. I must look pretty silly trying to dance in the shower, she thought. But dancing is fun. It's too bad I hadn't been into it before.

You know, she thought as she dried herself off after the shower, those finals aren't until Friday. That's plenty of time. She was remembering how good she had looked in Amber's clothes, and she really wanted to go buy some of her own. She could study tonight, and the rest of the week. No need to do anything right now...

She got dressed in her normal jeans and t-shirt. Amber was still asleep, so she scribbled a note saying that she was borrowing the car for a few hours.

Becca parked at the mall and headed inside. She passed a few clothing stores that she normally ignored, preferring to shop at more casual places, but one of the store's displays caught her eye. She went in and began to look around. She tried a few things on, but nothing felt right. She left the pants alone and moved towards the skirts.

"Oh, perfect!" Becca exclaimed upon seeing a short black skirt. She picked it up along with a couple others and headed into the dressing room.

Nearly two hours later, Becca had driven the car back to the apartment, fully laden with new clothes she had picked out. She carried everything upstairs.

"Hey," Amber said with a nod as Becca entered. "Whoa, you were out having fun! You didn't say you were going shopping!"

Becca smiled. "I loved your clothes last night... thanks for letting me borrow them, by the way... but I thought I should get some new clothes of my own." Becca pulled the various outfits out of her bag and showed them to her roommate.

When she was done, Amber said "Wow, very nice. When do you think you'll want to go out again?"

Becca said "Oh, tonight!"

Amber shook her head. "Come on now... I know you have to study. And even I have to study sometimes! Even if that seems hard to believe."

Becca looked disappointed. "I suppose you're right."

That evening, many hours later, Becca still had gotten nowhere. Every time she tried to concentrate on her notes, she just kept remembering the dancing. Her new clothes seemed to call to her from the other side of the room.

Finally she gave up and threw her books on the floor. She stripped off her jeans and t-shirt and dug through her new clothes. "Let's see..." she mumbled to herself as she pulled off her old underwear and put on a lacy pink bra and matching thong. She had never been one for thong underwear, but she thought nothing of it tonight. She found the short black skirt she had loved at the store and pulled it on. It barely came halfway down her thighs. Definitely will need those new boots to go with it, she thought. Now what else?... ah, perfect! She pulled on a sheer white blouse, buttoning a couple buttons in the middle, but letting it show off her ample cleavage (not to mention the pink bra) as well as her midriff.

Becca sat on the bed and put on a new pair of black leather boots with tall stiletto heels to complete the outfit. Damn, I look great, she thought to herself, and absentmindedly let her hand drift up her skirt and between her legs. She closed her eyes and let the wonderful feeling flow through her. Dance music played through her head and she let out a happy sigh.

Suddenly she shook her head, as if coming out of a trance. She laughed at herself, then stood up and headed out of the room. She briefly entertained the thought of asking Amber to come out with her again, but decided to leave her alone. Amber would just ask her a bunch of questions anyway. She'd rather just head out by herself.

She got in the car and started driving; without really thinking about it she ended up at Contour.

Becca smiled at the bouncer, and he let her in without the normal cover charge (and also without ever looking at her face; Becca giggled at the thought). She headed up to the bar, followed by the stares of most of the men in the room. The bartender pulled out her blue drink without a word, and Becca downed it in one drink.

Ross was there, and smiled at her. She smiled back and pulled him out onto the dance floor. They danced for awhile without saying much; Becca spent most of the time grinding her pussy against his body through their clothes.

Suddenly the music ground to a halt and the lights came on. There were sounds of annoyance from the patrons.

"Sorry, we're having some technical problems... we should be back up soon," said a voice over the speakers.

Becca pouted. "I was just getting into it!" she complained to Ross.

"Well, if you want," he said, "I know another place we could go. I'm sure you'll love it."

"Oooh, okay," she said. "I don't know if I can drive though." She gave no thought as to whether it was a good idea to go off with Ross: all she cared about was going somewhere where she could keep dancing.

"That's fine, I'll bring you," he said.

Ross led her out to the parking lot, and opened the back door of a nice black sedan. She climbed in, and Ross followed her. She thought that was odd, but then someone else climbed into the drivers' seat: the bartender who had given her those great drinks. The bartender-turned-driver started the car up and pulled out of the parking lot.

Becca pulled Ross's head towards her own and began to kiss him. She hadn't really thought about it first, it just seemed like the right thing to do. They kissed for a moment, and she felt Ross wind his hand into her hair. A moment later she felt pressure on the back and top of her head as Ross was pushing her downwards. She gave no resistance and let him push her head down to his legs, where his cock was already out.

Becca had never given head before, and had never wanted to, but she couldn't think of any reason to resist now. She wrapped her lips around Ross's cock and let her tongue rub along the underside of the shaft. Ross pulled her hair, pulling her head back, then pushed her back down. She gave in and let him control her head as she bobbed up and down. She reached over and grabbed his cock with her hand, stroking it quickly in time with her head. Mouth and hand moved repeatedly back and forth.

A short time later, Ross pushed Becca's hand away, then pushed hard on the back of her head. His cock thrust deep into her mouth, almost to the back of her throat. He grunted and Becca felt his cum fill her mouth. Without thinking she swallowed as much as she could, only letting a little bit of his cum dribble out the side of her mouth. Ross pulled her up off of him. She stared at him, a little dazed, but smiling.

"Better wipe your mouth off before we go in," he said, pulling his pants back on and opening the car door. Becca hadn't realized they were stopped, and hadn't seen what happened to the driver/bartender. She wiped Ross's cum off her face with her fingers, licked them clean, and got out of the car. She had no idea where they were; nothing looked familiar. She followed Ross to a nondescript door in the wall, where he pulled an electronic keycard out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

Becca sighed with pleasure as the steady beat of dance music greeted her. She followed him in and looked around. The club was tiny but full. Something was a bit odd, and it took her a minute to figure out what it was: everyone on the floor was male. Where were the other girls? she wondered.

Then she found them. Scattered around the small room were five platforms rising above the floor, each with a pole connecting them to the ceiling. Four of them had a young woman dancing with the pole; the fifth was empty.

Ross saw her looking. "That one's for you," he said.

"Oh, okay," she said. My own private dance platform! she thought happily. How fun!

Becca climbed up on the platform, and looked out at the crowd of guys staring at her. The music flowed through her, and she began to dance. She wasn't sure what to do with the pole, exactly, but, encouraged by the cheers, she wrapped her legs around it and tried dancing with it.

She saw across the room that one of the other girls, a thin redhead, had pulled off her shirt and tossed it into the crowd. Becca found herself following the redhead's lead, and before she could think about it she had unbuttoned the few buttons on her blouse that needed it. She slipped it off to the cheers of the men below her. Suddenly she noticed the bartender from Contour who had driven her and Ross to this place. He grinned at her, and she threw her blouse to him. His grin grew wider, and he climbed up onto the platform with her.

Becca pushed her body into him. He spun her around and pushed on her shoulder. She sunk to her knees, then down further onto her hands as well. She felt his hand push her skirt up and pull her thong to the side, then felt his cock enter her tight but wet pussy.

She moaned in ecstasy as he began fucking her. She was not a virgin, and had enjoyed the little sex she had had before, but this was better than anything she had felt before. He was wonderfully rough with her, pulling her hair as he slammed repeatedly into her pussy, and she loved every moment. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure overwhelm her. Something was touching her lips: she knew it was a cock. She opened her mouth and let it push into her. She was now being fucked from both sides, one cock in her pussy and one in her mouth. The bartender behind her began spanking her ass, and she moaned again around the cock in her mouth.

Becca felt cum fill her pussy, and the bartender's cock slipped out of her. She felt empty without it, but at least she was able to concentrate on the cock in her mouth. The man in front had put his hand on the back of her head and was now fucking her face, thrusting in and out of her mouth hard and quickly. She opened her eyes and looked up into the eyes of the man face-fucking her. He smiled at her. It was no one she had ever seen before. There was something deep inside her that said it was a little weird that a complete stranger had his cock in her mouth.

But another cock entered her pussy, and the few coherent thoughts she had fled as she gave herself over to this new pleasure. The man in front of her pulled his cock out of her mouth and began to jack himself off. She stared happily at his cock as it bobbed for a moment in front of her, then jerked her head slightly in surprise as he shot his load into her hair and onto her face.

Someone else was still fucking her from behind, so Becca let herself feel that for awhile. She looked around the room for a few moments. Becca could see two other platforms from where she was. On one, the redheaded girl that she had noticed earlier was in a similar position as Becca herself: on hands and knees being fucked from behind. On the other, a thin blonde girl with tan skin was on her back with her legs in the air while a man fucked her from on top. Other guys seemed to be waiting in line by each girl, or else moving around the room with video or still cameras. One of the cameramen was right in front of her with a digital camera. She smiled at him as he took a couple pictures of her cum-covered face.

The man fucking her pulled out suddenly and she looked behind her. He was cumming on her ass, though some was hitting the skirt that was still pushed up around her waist. Behind him was a large group of guys. She smiled in happiness as she realized all of them were waiting to fuck her. She couldn't wait.

"Where were you last night?" Amber asked Becca the next day. "You were still gone when I went to bed, and that was like 3 AM!"

"Out, you know," she replied with a shrug. "Actually, I've got good news -- I found a new job!"

Amber looked puzzled. "I thought you said having a job would distract too much from school."

Becca shrugged again. "Yeah, well, it'll be fine. Besides, it'll be nice to have some extra money -- clothes are expensive!"

Amber looked even more confused. "I guess so... so where are you working?"

"Oh, at a new nightclub I found," Becca said. "It's a great place, really fun, cute guys, you know."

"So you going to be a waitress or something?" Amber asked.

"Yeah, something like that." Becca smiled. "You'll have to come out with me this weekend."

"Sure, ok," Amber said.

"We should go out tonight too," Becca continued. "My place isn't open tonight, but we can hit up Contour again. I know the bartender now, and he makes this great blue drink that you just have to try...."