The Witch's Offering

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The woman would have looked out of place at a Halloween party, people glancing at her out of the corners of their eyes, thinking that she was just a little too comfortable in her costume. But she wasn't at a costume party and it was a sweltering summer night instead of the last week of October.

It was unusual to see someone sitting alone at one of the large booths along the wall of the club. Even stranger was that she had her short skirt pulled up and a leg on the seat next to her. As one hand fiddled with the straw in her drink, the other had disappeared beneath the lip of the table, finding its way between her legs so she could enjoy the feeling of her fingers gently caressing the lips of her hairless pussy.

Glancing at the booth next to her, she smiled. The man and woman sitting closest were kissing passionately and dry humping through their clothes. Leaning slightly so she could look around them, she saw that the other two couples were in similar embraces. Unfortunately for them, the bouncer was also paying attention and was just waiting for a flash of tit or pussy before asking them to settle down, rent one of the VIP rooms in the back, or get the hell out. Of course, it wasn't until the man working security couldn't see the pussy or tits anymore that he would finally say something, he wasn't about to ruin one of the perks of his job.

The couple grinding on each other finally stepped over the line as the female unsteadily stood up on the seat of the booth while the man held her hips, keeping the inebriated woman from falling over. Bending slightly at the waist, she reached under her miniskirt and slowly peeled down her panties, showing her wet snatch to the bouncer and everyone out on the dance floor. The brutish looking man arrived just as the catcalls and hoots started coming from the partygoers, the drunken lady giggling and shaking her ass at them in response.

The woman sitting alone continued to stroke the lips of her pussy, grinning slightly at the knowledge that she was mostly to blame for the table's exodus to the back rooms. As her neighbors left, the bouncer looked over at the woman playing with herself, but his gaze seemed to slide off her the same way everyone else's did. A man who had been drinking heavily stumbled off the dance floor toward the lone female, a woman without a gaggle of her friends was easy prey for a one-night stand in his eyes, but a second later suddenly found something else of interest and the woman was forgotten. Two new couples made their way toward the woman's booth, the men both hoping that the strangely dressed lady might join them for a threesome later. A moment later the woman was again forgotten as they took up the recently vacated booth next to her.

"Dude! Why the fuck did you bring Ren along? Autumn is a total fucking slut and I can tell he's striking out with her already!" said one of the men yelling over the thumping music.

"Chill out Tyler! Ren is the only reason Brit and I are passing Mr. Haven's calculus class! He's helped me with public speaking and built that monster of a computer Brit has for editing her movies and her graphic design class! The least I can do is try to help the man lose his V-card!"

The woman's fingers stopped moving.

"Shit! He still has that! Fuckin-A man, he's twenty-two! Who the hell is still a virgin at that age?! Then again, if he can't get between Autumn legs, your best bet is probably going to be buying him a hooker for the night. I'll tell you what, if he's fucked things up as bad as it sounded back at the bar I'll get him to build me a gaming system and we'll go halves on getting him an escort for the night!"

The girl who the woman was guessing was 'Brit' reached over and smacked Tyler on the arm. "Shut up here he comes!"

Looking towards the dance floor the lady could immediately make out Ren. In the sea of bodies bumping and grinding to the beat blasting from the gigantic speakers, a lone timid figure wove his way through the myriad people around him. Seemingly unaware of the jiggling tits, bare legs, and swaying hips as he made his way to the table his friends were at.