Leila stared incredulously at her friend Suzie, as the girl posed her hands on her hips in a manner that she thought made her look sexy and seductive, but just made her look impatient to get into the club to anyone else.

“Jeez Suzie, you always overdo it…” said Harper, rolling her eyes. “this isn’t some swanky, high class soiree. The house DJ’s gonna drop some sick dance beats. Can you even walk in those heels?”

“Says the girl who’s still wearing her running sneakers to a club.” Leila sniggered childishly.

“Well, at least I’m not wearimg… whatever that’s supposed to be” Harper shot back cheekily, motioning at all of Leila, who was wearing a neon green tank top, black leather panties, and fishnet stockings.



Leila adjusted her faux-leather panties before they revealed more than she was willing to show. She didn’t usually dress like this. She was an insurance fund manager by day, and usually dressed quite conservatively, but tonight she was going to be a party animal… she hoped. The latest club on the scene, Club Mantis was supposed to pop off crazy.

It was a pop-up club. A different venue every month.
She’d heard all kinds of rumours about the place, through the grapevine at work. Hushed tales of wild dancing, mind altering drugs, orgies on the dancefloor, and trance inducing beats. Of course, she didn’t know anyone who’d actually been inside. People who’d been there were notoriously secretive about it. Which meant it had to be so good that everyone was trying to keep it a secret.

So when she got a tip off from the staff accountant, Sarah, that the Club Mantis sign had been spotted being set up at old abandoned nightclub on the corner of Olgey and Vine streets that day, she’d phoned her friends Suzie and Harper with the address, and begged them to come out for the night and make some bad life decisions with her.

They met up for some pre-game drinks at Suzie’s place. Because the prices at the club were bound to be crazy high. Suzie was a bartender , so she knew how to make some killer margaritas. After they were a bit tipsy, and in the mood to party, they’d taken a cab to the club.

Harper paid the cabbie with her card, and the trio of already drunk girls ambled over to the club. The queue already stretched out for at least a block. It looked like word had already gotten out where the venue was going to show today. Leila tapped her foot impatiently. At this rate, Club Mantis would be closed well before they got in. She could see the lights, and just make out the thump of techno rave music from the street. Thick nightclub mist rolled out the bottom of the entry door.

“Shit.. figures there’d be a queue a mile long to get in. We shouldn’t have pregamed after all.” Leila pouted with dissatisfaction.

They waited in line for at least half an hour… but even though girls kept on going in the front door, the line never seemed to move even an inch. It was unnatural how slow it was.

Harper had gotten bored too, she paced in the queue for a bit, then it looked like she’d made her mind up on something, and jumped the ropes and went straight up to the bouncer. She flirted and talked a little bit, and he seemed to ignore her advances mostly. Harper huffed a little, then dug into her purse and subtly handed him a small wad of cash.

“Come on girls… it’s time to party.” She hollered, and the door guard let them through, much to the chagrin of all the girls still waiting in line. The three of them waltzed through the clear plastic strips and into the living thrum of the dancefloor.

“Fucking A…” Harper exclaimed. Leila had to agree. It was a fairly small and spartan floorplan, the layout hadn’t changed since the joint that had been on this site went out of business 2 years ago, but where that place had always been low energy, Club Mantis was a frenzy of semi naked ravers, packed in tight against each other in a writhing mass of sweaty nubile flesh.

The music and lights were awesome. It was like a living thing. It took hold of them almost immediately, it was like a heartbeat… a kind of buzzing energy that made them want to move their bodies in perfect time to the beat.

“Wow… this feels amazing” Leila felt energised by the whole vibe of the place.

“Man, fuck getting drinks… I just wanna hit the dance floor already.” Harper urged them, taking a step towards the polished blue floor where the partiers were frenetically busting their moves.

Leila couldn’t help but to get in the rhythm, beginning to dance. She was never the most coordinated dancer, but somehow, tonight, she’d found her groove on the dancefloor.

Girls all around them were similarly focused on the enrapturing beats, gyrating and undulating in response to the music’s call. The air vibrated with every harmonic change, louder and more urgent. Leila felt compelled to wave her arms and legs around in ways that would have embarrassed her usually.

The musical vibrations were so strong, that she could feel them on her skin, and in her panties, tickling at the lips of her pussy. The music alone was making Leila wet. She looked around for a hot guy to rub up against in the thick mass of bodies… but it was mostly semi naked women around her. The air was nippy in the airconditioned hall, but Leila felt her core temperature rise. It was gettimg hot, and she had an overwhelming desire to fuck.

She looked over to find the black dress of Suzie, and the white and neon orange jogging outfit that Harper was wearing in the mass of dancers. She found them close by, grinding against each other.

They were beginning to sweat as they bounced around like horny, retarded monkeys. Leila wondered for a moment whether someone had laced the mists with LSD or an aphrodisiac of something, because they looked like they were keen to fuck too. In fact, the entire room was beginning to smell a little like pussy, as the majority of women on the dancefloor had begun to moisten their panties.

In fact, now that Leila had noticed the lack of men in the room, all she could think about was riding cock. It was a good thing there were no boys around, or else she’d probably just lie on her back, spread her legs and beg him to fuck her pregnant, right there on the dancefloor.

Until this point, she hadn’t noticed the lone man in the room. It was as if he had just appeared from the ether… but he had to have been sitting there the entire time… she couldn’t have failed to see him before. So why hadn’t Leila seen him? Her thought hung in the air, as the beat dropped.

And what a beat drop… silence hit the dance floor, echoing loudly in its emptiness, and instead, the quieter sound of heavily breathing female dancers replaced it as a sexual moan of frustration. The thump of their feet on the floor in perfect time to what the music had been rose up and took a life of its own. Then the music kicked back in, and elevated them to heaven. Faster, and harder than before.

Leila felt her eyes lock on to the man. She couldn’t see his eyes through his rose tinted glasses, but she felt he was staring right back at her, and her alone. He looked wealthy… and powerful. He was an older looking guy, with his greyed hair, but his skin was flawless, without a wrinkle on it. He was handsome… pretty even, like an elf come to life. She wanted to ride his cock so bad already.

Leila moaned aloud unintentionally. Shit, she’d just cum in her brand new leather panties. She hoped nobody else noticed.

If she had been more aware of her surroundings, Leila would probably have noticed her two friends Suzie and Harper leaning in with identical dopey fuck-desiring expressions on their faces, and similarly dripping panties. But the hypnotic music was addling her brains, and it seemed to be coming from the direction of the cute guy.

She needed him bad.

Other girls had heard the call, and were already beginning to crowd him, seeking to tempt him with their meek seductions. They were all acting like virgin schoolgirls, breathless with their need, but unable to express themselves how they’d like to.

The music drew them all in, it was like it had a hook in Leila and was winding her in to the fisherman.