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Chapter 3

The music in the club was pulsing through the sweat drenched bodies of its E-dropping patrons. Electronic erotica vibrated through the air, sound waves arousing the ear drums, bass flowing through hips, hands, and lips. Extravagant strobe lights of every color danced in rhythm with the intoxicating melody. A fog machine lets out its fluffy cloud of surrealism.

Jack Reese undulates his hips while pressed up against a well proportioned female. His hands holding hers above his head as they fuck through clothing. Her back is pushed up against his chest, he runs his hands down her arms to her neck, she turns and faces him to smile. They kiss, her lips are salty. So are his. She pushes off his body, her ample breasts bouncing with the rest of her as she dances away from him. He smiles at her enthusiasm, her big green eyes, her long dark hair, now in a pony tail. One long cascading piece of hair remains, covering a piece of her face; sultry eye make-up gives her a seductive looking glare. She smiles back at him.

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