"Alrighty, well I'm going to go change to go to the pubs, and then when everyone's ready we'll head out, okey dokey?" Katey motioned for Nikki to follow her into her room, and closed the door behind her.
"So, what's the game plan here, huh Katey? You gonna fuck everyone but Wart? Cause that's what I'd fucking do. That Gwaine dude? Holy fucking shit, man. I bet he's got abs straight from heaven. And he's so hairy! Do you think he'd let me rim him?"
Katey laughed. "Well, considering Lance out there has a girlfriend and one of the other boys, Elyan, is gay, that narrows the fuckable pool down to three boys: Gwaine, Leon, and Percival. Holy shit, Nikki. Percival is fucking perfect. Like, he's at least a foot taller than I am, fucking huge muscles, everything about him is gigantic."
Nikki wiggled her eyebrows as Katey slid out of her pants in search of something cute to wear to the bar. "Everything? Even his dick? Making quick work of that one, huh?"
Katey reddened as she stood in her t-shirt and panties with her hands on her hips. "No. I've only just met all of them except Leon and Arthur, I'm not going from drunken one nighters. At least not with any of them. We should go clubbing, you know? Instead of to this stupid bar." She rifled through her drawers before pulling out what looked like a scrap of leather fabric. "I'm thinking leather mini. Yay or nay?"
"Obviously yay. Always a yay for the leather mini, silly goose. Do you still have my fringe mini?" Katey pulled it out of a drawer and tossed it at Nikki, who discarded her own pants in favor of the skirt. Katey walked to her closet, having now discarded her shirt and put on the mini skirt. "What do you think of this, then?" Katey pulled out a white tank top, which was more of a crop top with a lace overlay that barely made it to her belly button, and put it on.
"Oooh, slutty and super cute all at the same time. I like. Find me something, would you?" Katey threw her a loose-fitting orange t-shirt, cropped of course. "I love the way you dress me, Katey Pendragon."
Katey then threw a pair of black leather oxfords at her best friend, "Wear those."
Nikki looked at her, shocked. "Katey Pendragon, I refuse to be fucked while wearing a pair of oxfords!" She yelled, loud enough that the whole flat must have heard her. Katey groaned and yelled back, "Well, then take them off and put them back on! The point of this outfit is for guys to notice your ass, stupid, not your fucking feet! And besides, we both know that neither you nor I can walk when we're drunk off our fucking asses, so you have to wear flats so you won't fucking hurt yourself. Jesus."
Nikki softened knowing her friend was just looking out for her. "Do you have those Gentle Souls flats with the ribbons on the ankle?" Katey sighed and dug through one of her suitcases before pulling the asked-for shoes out and handing them up to Nikki. "Thank you, love."
"Of course, dumbass." After dressing themselves, they went into the bathroom to do their hair, since Katey's had still been wet, and their makeup. They were almost finished when a knock sounded at Katey's door, and Leon's voice called, "Are you two almost done? We're quite ready to go get thoroughly pissed, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah, one more minute!" Katey called, smearing bright red lip gloss onto herself and then Nikki. They puckered and smacked their lips at each other before calling, "We're coming!" They hustled to grab their wristlets before going out into the living room where the boys were waiting. "So we were thinking…" Katey began.
"We want to go clubbing, not to some cutesy little pub. We're gonna go either way, we just thought y'all would like to join us." Nikki finished, nodding wisely.
"Better chance for free drinks for us, you know? And y'all can still get a pint at the club, yeah?" Katey reasoned. "Please? We really want you to come with us. It'll be fun! Swear."
"Yeah, please? There's a club only ten minutes from here!"
Arthur looked at them warily. "You mean funkybuddha? Because you need to be a member there-"
Nikki held her hands up. "Taken care of. We got one for everyone already. Now, with that out of the way, who's in?"
Gwaine stood. "Well, I'm always up for a good night of dancing and drinking. What do you say, lads?"
Percy shrugged and stood up. "I'll go."
Nikki stared at him. "Wow, you really are huge. Are you proportion-" She was stopped mid-sentence by a solid smack on the back of the head from Katey. "Shut your mouth, holy fuck. Rude." She said as she smoothed the back of Nikki's hair. Percy just gawked at the two of them.
Elyan shrugged. "You two are already dolled up, we might as well join you."
Lance sighed. "Well, I had invited Gwen to meet us at the pub, and she isn't much of a clubbing kind of girl…"
Katey and Nikki looked at each other with joint looks of horror. "Oh my god, Lance! I'm so sorry, we didn't know,"
Nikki nodded and finished, "We wouldn't have even dreamed of bringing it up if we'd known! We'll go to the pub, so, so sorry, what were we thinking…"
Lance put his hands up. "Ladies, it's quite alright. Gwen and I haven't actually had a night together for just us in a while. I'll go to the pub and she and I can have dinner. You all go and enjoy yourselves, yeah?"
Katey and Nikki both heaved sighs of relief. "Tomorrow we'll make plans and we can meet Gwen, okay? She's gotta be pretty fucking awesome to have tied a guy like you down, Lance." Katey amended, still feeling pretty bad.
Lance blushed. "She's very special to me." Elyan gagged, "Ew. So are we going or not then? Leon, Arthur, are you two coming?"
"Why not?" Leon shrugged. "As long as I can get pissed, I don't really care much. Arthur?" Arthur threw his hands up in exasperation and grabbed his keys. "But us lads aren't dressed to go clubbing. Give us five and we'll head out, yeah?"
Nikki nodded and shooed them. "Go on, then!" It took them a tad longer than five minutes, and Lance had left to meet with Gwen before they had changed. The girls ended up giving fashion advice, but when the boys couldn't follow it, they ended up storming into the boys' rooms, one pair at a time, and pulled out clothes for them to wear; once the boys were dressed, impeccably thanks to the girls, they finally left the apartment to make their way to the club. Nikki and Katey led the way, receiving many a catcall in the short walk, which led to many "Fuck off!"s from both the girls and the boys. Two minutes into the walk the boys just ended up surrounding the girls as best they could, because God forbid if Arthur had to lay into someone at Katey or Nikki's expense before they even reached the club. When they did arrive at the club, Katey sauntered ahead of the group and smiled flirtatiously at the bouncer. "Hello! I called earlier about the eight black membership passes?"
The bouncer eyed her up and down before speaking into the mic attached to his ear piece. "One moment, ma'am."
Katey smiled again and batted her eyelashes. "Of course, sweetie." The bouncer smiled. "But we are in a bit of a hurry? Is someone coming to give us our passes?"
"Absolutely." The manager of the club stepped out, holding an envelope. "Thanks for choosing our club, Ms. Pendragon. I'm sure you and your friends will enjoy yourselves. Do be sure to tell your uncle about how well we treated you, won't you?"
Katey took the envelope and dispersed the passes and held onto Lance's. "Oh, ask Arthur to do that, won't you? Now may we go in?" There were grumbles from those who were waiting in line but the manager nodded to the bouncer before stepping aside to let Katey pass, who was soon followed by the rest of the group. The groans escalated as their seven person group bypassed the line and made their way into the dimly lit club. What lights there were consisted of entirely neon, and there was a strong bass playing so loudly they could barely hear each other think. Nikki and Katey made their way onto the dance floor, dancing with each other in such a manner that it only took two minutes for someone to offer them a drink and a dance.
Arthur and Leon sat on the side sipping at their beers, watching the others. Gwaine had already down three shots of vodka, and was dancing a little too excitedly with some girl on the dance floor. Percy stood at the bar talking to a petite red headed girl, and Elyan was grinding on the floor with some bloke, holding a glass of something called a 'Peach Pie' cocktail that Elyan swore by.
Katey was dancing with a tall, lean boy with longish brown hair and chocolaty eyes, and he was whispering dirty things into her ears as she swayed her hips. She couldn't remember his name, she'd already made her way through at least three Jaeger bombs, and two straight shots of Pinnacle Whipped. But she liked what she was hearing so she put her hands on his hips and brought them together, grinding her hips against his and feeling his erection through his slacks. "Go somewhere, yeah?" He breathed, and when she nodded he began pulling her towards the back of the club where the bathrooms were. "Can't wait to see my dick all up in your pretty mouth, fuck…"
"Oh no, bud, you're gon' fuck me, good n'hard." She directed, pulling him towards her. She'd have preferred riding him, there on the wall of the men's bathroom, but he was lanky and there was no way would he be able to hold her. But to her alcohol addled mind, sex was sex and hopefully his dick wasn't too small. He was pulling his pants down and his lips were on her mouth, encouraging her to reciprocate. She swept her tongue into his mouth, groaning. She reached down and gave his erection a swift tug, reveling in the length.
"Want you, now," She commanded, spreading her legs and pulling her thong aside. "Condom?" She asked, and heard him pulling one from his pocket and rolling it on. It took a little long, the boy was pretty sloshed, but eventually he had it on and he was sliding into Katey's warmth. She was moaning already, begging him to go harder. He pulled back and snapped his hips, groaning, "S'tight, soooooo gooood…" "Fuck m'harder, harder dammit!" He brought a hand up under her shirt to grasp her breasts, kneading and pulling at her nipples. She was moaning louder and she brought his face to hers in a would-be passionate kiss. Minutes later he was spasming and groaning and snapping his hips as he came, stilling as he spilled into the condom. He pulled out and Katey slumped, putting her thong back into place as she left the boy standing there and walked out of the men's room to see a line of dudes waiting there, looking at her with wide eyes.
"Hello, boys," She called, waving her hand in the air behind her. "Couldn't even get me off, the fucker." She mumbled to herself. She made her way to the bar, flirting with the bartender enough to earn her a free shot of whiskey. "You know…" He said as she downed it, "My shift is over in a minute or two, would you want to…" "Go somewhere?" She asked, "Absolutely, dearie. Hurry hurry, though!"
He blushed and smiled down at her, thankful when his replacement showed up. "Name's Cedric," He told her, taking her hand and leading her towards the side of the club, walking directly passed Arthur and Leon, who were both making out with very pretty, very drunk girls. He took her into what looked like an employee's lounge and locked the door behind him. "You're beautiful," He said as he came up and embraced her from behind, "and I'm going to fuck you senseless."
Katey hummed, reaching behind her to stroke his face. "Sounds like a plan. Shall we?" She pulled him to her, kissing him fiercely. She sucked at his tongue and began unbuttoning his shirt, running her hands over his chest. He shucked off the garment and pulled at her shirt, leaving her in her bra, which he didn't remove, only pulled down for access to her chest. Her hands were pulling at his hair and Cedric was moaning, making quick work of Katey's skirt and thong, leaving her to remove his jeans.
She palmed him through his underwear, moving them both towards a comfy looking arm chair. "Got a condom, Ced?" He nodded and when to pick it out of the pocket of his jeans. He turned around to find her on her knees before him, taking his hard cock into her hand and then her mouth. She swiveled her tongue on the underside and then flicked it in the slit, leaving whatever his name was capable of only moaning.
She took the condom from him and opened it, place it in her mouth, then returned his cock to her mouth, simultaneously rolling the condom onto him. Once it was on, with some help from her hands, she stood and led him to the chair, where she made him sit down.
"Gonna ride you so hard, boy." She moaned as she straddled him and he reached between her legs to stroke her, which caused him to groan. "You're so fucking wet for me, goddamn…can't wait to have your pussy on my dick, baby…" He breathed out as he held his cock straight so she could pin herself down on it. He held onto her hips until she was fully seated, and she wiggled her hips until she got used to being so full. That was one of the perks of being on top; you always felt that little bit fuller. She slowly began to rise and then sink back down onto him, setting a slow pace that quickly picked up when combined with the bartender's upward thrusts. The two of them were a mess of hot breaths, moans, and swears of how good it felt.
They'd been going at it for a while when Katey felt the familiar tension building up in her belly. "So…close…"she panted, "Touch me, please…" The bartender groaned and reached up with one hand to pinch and pull at a nipple, while the other went straight for her clit and started rubbing in frantic circles. She rose and fell at a quicker, more uneven pace. "Yes!" She cried, and the tension suddenly burst within her and she was clamping down on the bartender's dick, which was spasming now with his own release. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, and he groaned again, his face falling forward into her chest, the two of them panting unevenly.
Katey could feel him starting to soften, so she pulled herself up and off and began searching for her panties and her clothes. After finding them, she'd stumbled trying to put the panties on and shimmied into her skirt. She pulled her tank top on and said, "Thanks. That was great. See you around, yeah?"
The bartender nodded and waved from his spot on the chair. She made her way to the door, unlocked it, and made her way back into the club, which had been slowly dwindling down. She pulled her phone from her wristlet and checked the time – nearly three in the morning. She called a cab – she didn't trust herself to make the short walk and not get lost. It arrived and took her back to the building, pulling out into the front. She handed the driver her money and made her way into the front of the building and to the lift. She half-heartedly pressed the button that led to her floor. After fumbling with her key in the lock she finally managed to make her way into the apartment and furthermore, into the kitchen, where she found Percival, clad only in a pair of gym shorts.