The club noise rang out into the street as they approached it. The line at the door was caused Trish to wrinkle her nose. Her hand moved to smooth at her skirt. She pushed a few wrinkles out, knowing subconsciously the denim wouldn't make a big difference anyway. "Bryan, I don't think we're getting in. We should have called," she stated as turned her head to look at him. A small crease of worry on her forehead. "Don't worry, babes. We'll get in. You've got to trust me," he smiled and kissed her forehead. "I know people, and we'll get in." She nodded resolutely. She waited patiently for him to help Lara out of the truck before reaching his hand in for her. She set her small hand in his, squeezing his for a moment before hopping out of the truck. She stumbled slightly on the four inch heels. His hand reaching the small of her back to steady her. "You okay?, " he asked in her ear. "Yea, I'm fine, four inches and jumping out of a truck is not a great combination," she said as she grinned back up at him. "Lara, you look so amazing tonight," Trish said as she reached her hand up to adjust the collar of Lara's shirt. The simple outfit Lara had chose was perfect for her body. The cream colored shirt hugged her form, flaring a tad over her hips. The pretty denim skirt cut just above the knee and showed off the great legs and the curvaceous ass. Lara's low heels capped the outfit with perfection, giving her a put-together sexy look, topped off with a pretty ponytail swaying down her back. Bryan tucked himself between them, kissing each cheek in turn. "You both look amazing, now let's go in and have some fun." His hand slipped into the crook of their arms and his head titled slightly. His smiled widened, causing Trish to tuck her head into her chest for a moment and grin to herself. She knew he loved having the two girls he actually enjoyed spending time with together with him, especially escorting them into a club. She loved that he loved it, and he gave her a gentle tap on the butt to let her know he saw the grin. He laughed and slid them to the front of the line. Trish nervously did a mental note of her outfit. She hoped the easy to wear denim flare skirt and red tank top were going to be dressy enough. Her four inch heels were going to kill her by later tonight, but she knew they added a bit of flare to the outfit. Her hair layered in neat curls framing her face. The simple jewelry of silver and rubies topped off the outfit, adding an elegant feel to the whole ensemble. She turned nervously to watch Bryan at the door. Her face dropped in relief as he shook the hand of the bouncer and she grabbed Lara's arm. "Come on, Lara, we're in." "How did you do it, Bryan, tell me," Trish leaned into him as they made their way through the bar. Her hand held Lara's so she could stick with her and Bryan. He laughed at her, "Babes, I've got connections." She refrained from rolling her eyes at him as they made their way to a small 'reserved' table in the back of the club. Her smile widened even more, she stood shaking her head at him. Bryan never ceased to amaze her at one thing or another, and it was a trait she knew she would always appreciate. Bryan slid to the back of the booth. Lara wiggled over to his left and Trish went to his right side. His arms tucked behind both of them as the waitress approached. "What can I get you tonight?," she queried the happy trio. Trish leaned up and whispered into Bryan's ear, biting her lip for a moment, hoping he would acquiesce. His dark eyes looked down into the blue eyes, and he nodded and grinned. Trish turned to the waitress, her voice ringing happily, "Margaritas all the way around. Make them the blue curacao, and can you just bring the pitcher?!" Lara busted out laughing. She had never heard someone be so merry when ordering a pitcher of margaritas. "I know, I'm a completely dork. But, I love their margaritas, and he never lets me order the pitcher when we are here!!," she explained, her face sheepish. Lara's hand reached over Bryan's legs a gave Trish's knee a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay, I like that you are a total dork," she said smiling at her. The waitress brought the pitcher of blue margaritas to them shortly after. The pretty drink splashed into their glasses. Trish practically wiggled with delight as the first drops of the margarita hit her tongue. Lara's eyes widened, the liquor strong on the first taste. She coughed and then giggled. Bryan's hand came down and brushed Lara's hair from her neck. His fingers massaging lightly down her back for a moment. Lara shivered as the tingle went down her spine. She smiled to herself knowing the fun for the night had just begun. Three margaritas later, the laughter at the table was still erupting. Trish gave herself a shake, the liquor making her head buzz. She leaned her head on Bryan's shoulder, closing her eyes for a minute. "I think I need to slow down, Bryan. You know I'm completely loose when we start to drink." Her hand slid down his leg squeezing the hard thigh muscle. Her nipples perked involuntarily through the tank top, her top teeth biting into her lower lip as she slip her leg over his. She nuzzled into his neck, her hand sliding up his chest. Lara's head buzzed as well, her fingers reaching to stroke at Bryan's other leg. She wrapped the calf of her leg around his under the table. She splayed her fingers on his thighs, stroking softly. Her breath in soft whisps across her red lips. Her eyes fluttered open as he leaned and spoke to her, "Lara, take off your panties. Now." The intake of her breath was audible, Trish opened her eyes and peeked over at Lara. Bryan's mouth was now next to Trish's, switching to a more subtle tone, the one she was more familiar. "Trish. Take off the panties. Now." Trish's face squirmed into him. She tried to press her whole body into him. The sharp twang of need already starting to descend into the pit of her stomach. His fingers reached down, gripping at the flesh of her skin. He opened her legs to him. His fingers slipped down to the top of her panties. He slippped one finger just into the band and rubbed, teasing her. She let out a soft moan. She leaned back into the booth. Scooting forward a bit, she looked around the bar to see if anyone was looking at them. The place was packed all around them. She let her head rock to the side as she gnawed on her lower lip, her eyes beseeching him for a reprieve. He watched her curiously before his hand slipped to her neck, then gripped her curls. He subtley twisted his grip causing her to gasp out, "Bryan, please." He twisted again, not speaking, his intent perfectly directed through the tug in her hair. She took a deep breath and slipped her hands under her skirt. Her fingers hooked the top of her panties. She lifted her ass off the seat for a second sliding them over the curve. She got them halfway down to her knees. She shimmied in the seat moving them down to her feet. She looked around again as she moved her calves together to slide them to her feet. She swiftly reached down and picked them up. Her skin turned crimson as she tucked them into the purse next to her. Trish's faced tucked into her chest taking some deep breaths before glancing up at him. She turned even redder as his gaze intensified on her face. His finger crawled over her thigh muscle then slipped up her slit. Trish whimpered as he touched her. Bryan rubbed the wet pussy smiling as he watched her squirm against his fingers. "Always a good girl, huh, Trish," he whispered at her. Lara's eyes were the size of saucers as she watched the interplay between the two. She almost gulped as his gaze turned towards her. Her heart sank in her chest as he turned to her, "I'm waiting for your panties, Lara." Lara's fingers balled into fists, the thoughts in her head were jumbled and twisting... no I can't do that, I can't do this, we're in public, I want to, god I hate him. The words all tangled together even as her hands slipped down to the waist band of her thong. Her hips lifted possibly too much as the gaze of one of the men at the bar fell on her. She licked at her lips before sliding the panties to her knees. Her eyes flicked back to the man at the bar, his notice now full on her. His eyes watched she knelt foward to gather the panties from around her shoes. Bryan's eyes followed Lara's for a moment, seeing the man at the bar watching her. Lara's tiny hand slipped the panties into Bryan's. She shook her head, unable to believe that she had really taken her panties off in the middle of the club for him. Bryan bumped his hip to Trish's, "Let's dance in the foam, babes." Trish slid out of the booth first, her hand swung backwards to get Byran's. She turned in time to see him grab Lara's small hand and tug her onto the dance floor with them. They waded into the foam area, laughing at the feel of it and watching the people wiggling all through it. Hips and bodies shook with the hard thumping of the music. The foam covered every inch of their bodies. Lara's long hair was tossled around her shoulders. The wetness of the foam giving her a glowing sheen that made her radiant under the pulsing lights of the club. Byran reached forwarded to grab at Trish's hips. His hands pulled her backwards and pulled her ass into his crotch. His hand slipped down, around the front of her and sliding into her slit. The foam came waist high covering his actions. The rest of the patrons were oblivious to the fact his fingers were now stroking at the bare pussy under her skirt. Her hands reached back and gripped his hips. Her head lolled almost backwards and a panting sigh escaped her full red lips. The long burnished locks of copper fell into her eyes as the desperate bolt of pleasure throttled through her body. His fingers teased along the ever wetter slit. Her had moved upwards, encompassing his neck. She arched against him. Her voice came hoarsely when it did come, "Bryan.... please..... ". Lara watched for a moment, then moved into Trish's body, her fingers trailing down her tank top. She tweaked at the nipples through the cloth causing them to harden and the other girl's voice to gasp louder. She pressed her body into Trish's and let her hands slip down to her hips, meeting Bryan's. The two of them held the writhing girl in place for moment before Lara reached her hand up to Trish's hair and pressed her mouth into hers. The two girls kissed as the music whirled around them in a melodic ecstasy. Trish hungrily breathed in Lara's kisses her hands going to Lara's breasts, kneading them as they passionately melded together. Trish broke the kiss as Bryan's pressed his crotch harder into her. His other hand lifted her skirt and let her bare skin grind against his jeans. He let her enjoy the roughness of it before he spoke to her. His voice sounded a million miles away, "Please what, Trish? Tell me what you want me to do. Do you want me to fuck you in front of all these people? Tell me how much you want me to fuck you. I want to hear you beg me for my cock." Lara swung around behind Bryan and pressed herself into him. Her ran her hands down his sides and swayed against him. She pressed her face against his shoulder listening for the begging she knew was to come. Trish's skin flushed. She tried to twist away from him to bury her face in his neck. Her skin was coated with gloss of sweat. His fingers kept up their persisent, gentle stroking. His other kept her firmly in place. His chest pressed harder into her back as he whispered to her again, "Tell me how much, Trish. You know you want me to fuck you here. I need to you to say it. Tell me how much you me to fuck you." His hand moved from her side briefly to give her hair a sharp tug. She gasped. Her whole body shook with the increasing desire. The tone of her voice shifted becoming more supplicant and melodious, "Please, Bryan.. Please fuck me.. I need you to fuck me so much.. Please.. I need you.. I can't.. I.. please, Byran.. fuck me.... ". She blossomed with heat, not knowing she could reach yet another level of need. Bryan let go of her hair with his hand and undid his jeans. His already hardened cock sprang from his pants. He bent her forward more so her hips were angled. He bent his knees slightly and pressed his cockhead right at the wet pussyhole. She whimpered. Her hips wiggled from side to side urging him to press it into her. She begged, the dulcet voice raising a bit, "Bryan, please.. fuck me now. I need you to fuck me... please.. dammit it.. I ... fuck.. please... ". The urgency of her voice echoed the need of her body. He laughed and lifted her a bit. His cock slid easily into her. Her hands lowered to his thighs. She grasped at him and urged him deeper with his initial strokes. Her head fell back to his shoulder again. His hips ground slowly into her, his hand holding her into place. His other hand rubbed her clit in circles, slowly and purposefully he rocked into her. Trish strained her legs as she humped back to him. The cuntjuices coated his cock easily. His flesh slapped against her, wetter and hotter, urging her to sway with him to the thumping of the music. She rocked backwards easily. Arching and thrusting, the tightened pussywalls milked his cockmeat with each muscle. She clenched down on him, fingers digging hard into his thighs. Her stomach tightened as the nerve endings in the ravished cuntmeat radiated need through each portion of her being. Her cries came a bit louder. Lara swung around the front of Trish and ground into her from the front. Her fingers reached to the whetted pussy and stroked with Bryan's, teasing along the slit. Bryan reached one of his hands up to her neck, holding her back up against him as he continued the ruthless fucking of her cunt. "Shhhh baby, not too loud, make them think we are dancing," he instructed her. He kept his hand on her throat. He moved deeper into her, making her bend forward slightly at the waist. Lara reached back as she saw Bryan move deeper into Trish and slid her hand back to his balls. Her hand felt the rhythmic pumping of his cock into the wet pussy. She pressed her cunt down on one Trish's legs and started to grind downwards. Her cunt started to tingle as Trish rocked back and forth between them. The skirt lifted a bit too high for a moment and flashed pale flesh to the other dancers. Trish let out a soft moan. She ground backwards, the pussymeat urging him further and further into her. It slopped the sweet fucknectar down her thighs coating them. His buried his cock into her depths and held her there, letting his thumb worked the sweet oyster of her clit. He teased and urged the delicate nub. "Fuck Byran.. please... I need to cum.. I need to cum with you.. Please let me cum on your cock.. please... I need to.. please.. I promise.. please... fuck..". He chuckled in her ear, "You promise me, baby. What do you promise me? Tell me." Lara grinned to herself as she heard Trish begging him. She slipped her hand further back, teasing the thrusting cock and helping Byran manipulate the swollen pussy. Lara leaned down and licked at Trish's neck, making the other girl moan again in deeper pleasure. Trish swallowed back, fighting the increasing urge to cum on him. She spilled the words out, letting him hear them, knowing that's what he wanted from her. "Please Byran.. I'll be a good girl for you. I promise, I'll do what you want, I will, just please.. let me cum with you, on you.. please.. I need you to cum in me.. let me feel you." His finger stroked the pink fucknub, urging the orgrasm to its peak. "Cum on me, Trish. I want to feel you cum all over my cock. Fuck me." Trish's hips started to rock almost spastically to him. He held her firmly controlling some of the movements. Her voice raised high, the din of the harsh throbbing music drowning out her cries. Her pussy clenched down and lengthened. The rush of pleasure burst through her like a lightning stroke. It seared her to the core. She raised up and her thigh muscles started to quiver as the pussymeat showered down on his cock the juices from the furthest depths. She humped like a bitch on heat on his cock. Lara felt the orgasm score through the girl. Her fingers worked along the slit, teasing it as well. Bryan thrust forward, spearing into her over and over. She gasped and almost buckled from the insane pleasure, the need and release burning down her legs into her toes. Bryan felt his own impending orgasm start to come over him. He pushed into her, enjoying the sound of the slapping flesh against him. His slutjuice coated balls wetly pounding against the white ass. He watched the girl in front of him shamelessly orgasm over his cock, enjoying the sound and sensation. He groaned softly and started to pumping harder, brutualizing the slutflesh. His cock pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into her. Both of his hands moved, grabbed her hips and holding her down on him, not allowing her to move as he came inside her. The eruption of his cock inside her caused Trish to shudder with ecstasy. His hot cum spurted into her and mixed with her girlhoney. His head fell against her shoulder as his skin flushed with the orgasm. She held herself there, almost afraid to move. Her legs were like jelly from the adventure. Lara helped her stay up, her hands trailing along her body and swaying in time with her to the music. Trish finally opened her eyes, and almost gasped as she remembered where she was being fucked. She looked around and saw no one had even noticed the display. She lifted a hand to her face, turning beat red and sliding off of Bryan's cock. She kept herself pressed against him so he could readjust himself. She turned into Bryan and buried her face in his neck, and shook her head. Lara groaned to herself, her own cunt throbbing with need from the display. "I officially hate you, Byran," she whispered into his neck. He laughed at her and whispered back, "Do not." Trish laughed and turned back to Lara and puller her to her. She slipped her hand over her hip to the sweet ass, finding the curve and following it. She kissed at Lara's neck, licking upwards to her ear as she nibbled on it. Trish's other hand slipped into under the denim skirt, finding the other girl soaked from watching them. Bryan eyed them both eagerly as she Trish's fingers found the seething pussyhole and fingering it. She groaned into Lara's neck as her flesh opened up to her fingers. Bryan slipped behind Lara now and held her firmly in place. She let out a gasp as his hand reached around and twisted a nipple, giving her some pain to mingle with the pleasure. He leaned in and whispered in Lara's ear, "I think I need to fuck your hot ass in the parking lot." And with that, he grabbed their hands and tugged them to the door. And.. part II (The Parking Lot) later this week :)