Page 11 of Disco Fever

Dot was everything on the stage, moving and dancing with confidence, telling me and everyone here she was clearly in her element. Looking away from her felt like it was impossible. We were fully mesmerized, watching her every move from across the club. Dante and I walked over to stand a bit closer, giving ourselves a better view of the angel on stage. We had both silently agreed we needed to be closer to her during her performance, desperate to see more. She was breathtaking, dancing and stripping in the most alluring ways. Time felt frozen, even though it sped by as the entire club fell under her spell. Once her set had ended, cash flooded the stage, and rightfully so. She beamed and smiled as she scooped up what shecould. I couldn’t help but to clap alongside the patrons, proud of her success as Dante jumped on the stage to help gather what she couldn’t grab for herself. He followed her backstage, cash filling his arms as I went back to our table. I glanced around while everyone seemed to settle back into their seats at their tables and others began to dance alongside the music, their parties accompanied by the other angels. The Blackout theme had really given Eden’s Inferno an entirely new feel as everyone seemed to let go a bit more than usual. We normally didn’t see everyone dancing together on the club floor, but it was a nice change compared to how it usually was.

A tickle behind my ear startled me as Dante chuckled, tossing a pink and black feather in front of me. “A token from our angel. She will be out in just a second—she has to get changed, or get dressed technically.” He laughed a second time, plopping down next to me as he fiddled with Dot’s feather.

“Dante, I want to dance.” I had to yell a bit over the loud music.

“Then let’s dance, Kitty Kat.” He reached out his hand and delicately pulled me to the edge of the crowd of people dancing.

The beat seeped into my bones, and my hips rocked to the music. “What about Dot?” I asked.

“Dot will be able to find us here.” Dante pulled me close, the two of us lost in the rhythm as we mimicked the crowd of dancing patrons and angels.

Dante and I danced chest to chest, our legs intertwined as we swayed to the rhythm of the music that was constantly changing and morphing. The beats were never the same, so we just went along with it, dancing and losing ourselves in the moment. It was the most fun I had in a while, forgetting about everything else as I lived in this moment with Dante. When Dot came back out, she spotted us right away, her face lighting up at the sight of us. I noticed she didn’t have her wings on and as much as I lovedthem, I was grateful for their absence. It meant I could put her right where I wanted her.

My arm reached out for her, whipping her body close as I pulled her between Dante and me. I knew there were rules about touching the dancers at Eden’s Inferno, but I also knew that Eddie wouldn’t question us. He knew she was ours.

Dot smelled like vanilla and sunshine, the innocent angel all wrapped up tight like a present for us. She had a new outfit on, a black lace bralette and some delicious lace booty shorts that allowed the underside of her toned ass to peek out so perfectly in them. The best part was the black thong she wore underneath poking out enough for me to see. God, she was such a fucking tease, her body smothered in body glitter that made her glisten like a fucking star under the flashing neon lights. Her body turned to face me as she danced between us, lost in the haze of the smoky music. I could just barely see the outline of her nipples through the bralette, begging to be toyed with. I just knew it was what she wanted, her eyes staring into mine, begging to be played with. With her back against Dante’s bare chest, I cupped her cheek before slowly running my hand down her neck, across her chest, and between her breasts. Dante rested his hands on her hips and they swayed to the beat of the music, snapping the thin straps of her thong. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her right then, but we had these fucking masks on. And we couldn’t take them off, not here. But I needed more.

I moved closer to Dot so I was flush to her. She immediately leaned forward and kissed my neck before licking all the way up to my ear. My body shivered at her touch. “I like when you watch me dance,” she whispered before nipping my ear lobe. I pulled away from her a bit to look in those big blue eyes as they sparkled under the disco ball. The eyeshadow she had on for the themed night made them appear even more blue somehow, popping and clashing against her black attire. She wrapped onehand around my neck and the other arm around Dante, pulling us both closer. “Can I tell you two a secret?” she asked with a smile.

“What’s that?” Dante asked as I leaned in closer so that I could hear too.

“After I saw you two fucking on that car—I couldn’t stop thinking about it!” She closed her eyes, a little smile lifted at the corners of her mouth as if she was thinking about it again. Thinking about us.

I leaned down to her ear and spoke loud enough so that Dante could hear too. “Is that right, angel? Did thinking about us make your sweet little pussy wet?”

A soft moan left her mouth, telling me her answer.

My mask tilted up as I looked at Dante, who nodded toward the back, the two of us having a silent conversation as I knew he was thinking the same as me: dressing room.

All the angels were out here, dancing for the patrons as the club lowered the lights and blacklight filled the room. There were no more sets for the night, just drinks and music. We would have the room all to ourselves. Plenty of time to do what we wanted to with our perfect little angel.

“Come with us, Dottie. Let’s see just how wet our angel’s pussy gets for her devils.” Dot’s eyes flashed as her smile grew. I took her hand and led her to the back, Dante shadowing us as I nodded to Patty behind the bar. I knew Dot and Patty were close, but we also loved Patty. Respected her. She always had our back, more so than even Eddie at times. Patty acknowledged us, nodding back as she stepped out from the bar and casually blocked the door with her body.

The lock on the dressing room door clicked shut as Dot’s head whipped around with a soft gasp. “Did you lock that? I had no idea that door could lock!” She looked stunned.

“Yes angel, she locked it.” Dante quickly removed his mask and stepped to Dot, kissing up her neck, stopping to pay extra attention to the sensitive spot where her shoulder and neck met. Seeing them together lit a fire between my legs. The music from the club vibrated the dressing room that was drenched in a pink lighting that only enhanced their beauty and added an extra buzz as I watched them, my devil and angel, together.

“I told you, I want to see how wet your pussy is, angel.” I walked over to her, ripping my mask off as my heart raced. “But first, why don’t you tell us? Tell us just how fucking wet you got watching us fuck on that car. Did you think of us and play with yourself too?” I ran my long nail under her chin as Dante continued to kiss her, nothing but breathy moans drifting from her pretty pink lips. “Words, angel.”

Her response was breathy, Dante continuing his torturing kisses all over her now sensitive flesh. “Y–Yes. Yes, I played with myself in the bathtub that night.” I swallowed my moan.

“Mmmmm, did you come for us too?” Dante slowly backed her up toward the couch in the room as I remained still, my eyes burning into her face, watching it twitch and twist in response to his touch. “Please tell me you did, Dottie.”

“I–I did. Over and over again.” Her whimpering words felt like velvet.

“Good girl.” I stood opposite the couch, placing my hands on my hips as she watched me with hungry eyes. I patted my leg and flicked a brow as I spoke to her. “Crawl over here, Dottie. I want you to show Dante just how much of a good little angel you are.” Without hesitation, Dot slowly lowered herself down to the floor and got on all fours, obeying my words as she seductively crawled over to me, her eyes starving for my attention. Dante sat on the couch behind her, his cock obviously bulging in his pants. I knew it had to be painful for him to see us performing in front of him. I can’t even imagine how perfect the view he musthave gotten of her ass as she crawled to me. Dot knelt at my feet, plopping down as her breasts bounced, and she stared up at me with those begging blue eyes and juicy smile. I wanted to cry. She was a vision. I looked up at Dante across the room and sucked my teeth. “Dante, you’re being such a good boy, patiently waiting. Take your cock out.” He grinned, kicking his pants off and sat on the couch, naked and perfect. He gripped his swollen shaft and began stroking himself as he watched Dot and I.

“Angel, I want you to take off those tiny shorts and show me just how wet you are right now. Show us how wet we make you.” Dot stood up and shimmied her shorts off, perching her ass towards Dante, purposely putting on a little show. I could see Dante slowly rubbing his cock as he watched her get undressed, eating it up. I kicked my right leg out a bit, showcasing the smooth leather top of my platform boot. “Now, grind that beautiful pussy on my platform, Dottie. Let me hear you, but don’t you dare come.”

Dot looked up at me, a little shocked, but seemingly turned on by my command. I gently leaned down and placed my hand around her neck and quietly spoke to her. “If anything is too much, say so, and it stops. Okay?” She nodded. “Words, Dot. I need to hear you say it. If it’s too much, tell me you will say so.” Dot nodded, her eyes firmly fixated on me.

“Okay, Kat.” She was so confident, and I was so obsessed.

“Are you going to show me how wet you are? I want this shoe to glisten with your wetness, angel.” She straddled my foot, and as soon as her pussy touched my boot, she whimpered, tugging at my own excitement. Slowly, Dot rode my boot while she hugged my thigh. I could tell she was wet. I watched so closely, noticing how each time she rocked back and forth, there was a shine of her wetness on the top of my boot and fuck was it hot. Her hands slowly worked their way up my leg to my thigh, feeling me. She was testing the waters, seeing what I would allowher to do, and I was not going to stop her. I wanted her to touch me, to feel me, but I wanted her to touch me on her own accord. “You better stop before you come, angel.”

She started moaning louder, her pace quickening as she whispered, “I’m getting close, Kat.”

I looked back at Dante, who had stopped stroking himself, instead now just watching the show. His dick was ready for attention, begging for it as he sat on the couch all by himself. “That’s a good girl, Dot, getting all worked up and wet for me. Why don’t you go over to Dante and play with him for a minute?”

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