Making Him Cum on the Dance Floor

“Hi Julie!”

My best friend was calling. Asking of course, about what we were going to do tonight. She’s maybe the sweetest person I know but God! she really doesn’t know how to make a decision to save her life.

“Hey Megs” she says from the other line. “So where we going tonight?” Uh-huh, just as I thought.
“You know, you could decide what we do – for once.”

“I know, I know, but you’re so good at these things! I don’t know how you can be so confident all the time. Maybe you can teach me sometime.”

“Maybe I will. Let’s head to the Jukebox and see what kind of trouble we can get into. There’s usually more than enough cute guys to go around.” I was secretly hoping for a particular type of guy tonight. The type of guy who usually doesn’t get the girls. The type of guy I can manipulate into doing anything I want.

Silence on the other end.

“Megs, you know I’m not good picking up guys.”

“I know,” I laugh. “That’s why you have me! I’ll pick you up at 10.”

“I’ll get the first round. See you tonight, Megs!”

“See ya.” Yes, maybe I will. Maybe I’ll give her a lesson she won’t soon forget.

…

I pick Julie up right after 10. She looks hot as fuck but she has no idea. Her blonde hair pulled back into braided pigtails, and her lips being a soft shade of light pink – even I wouldn’t mind kissing her. Her top is also spot on. A sexy V-shaped blouse showing juuust enough cleavage to pique one’s curiosity. Her breasts aren’t huge by any means, but you could certainly cup them in your hand and have a lot of fun with them.

I’ve got my little black dress on. The perfect outfit to drive the men wild. I get so many stares with this on. It might be annoying but I like the attention. How such a small thing – an outfit – can give me so much power over a man, is beyond me. But it does. I smile to myself as we pull up to the Jukebox. I look in the mirror to apply a dark red shade of lipstick and turn to Julie. “You ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go!”

The Jukebox is a small but popular club featuring live music, dancing, and good booze. It’s known as a local hangout for “rugged” men. You know – men with big chests, big muscles, and big egos. That’s not what I’m going for tonight.

I take Julie’s hand and we enter the Jukebox. We head straight to the bar and true to her word, she orders the first round. I get into the music and take in my surroundings. There’s about two dozen people on the dancefloor, a few tables of beefcakes (ugh), a few people at the bar engaged in conversation.. hmmm. I catch sight of two men in suits chatting together and drinking beer. One in particular catches my eye. He’s got dark hair, parted to the right, glasses, and nice dimples when he smiles. Oh, and he’s tall! He looks like a “nice guy” – really handsome but timid. He’s perfect.

“Can I buy you a drink, Ladies?”

“Get lost,” I reply. This beefcake clearly thinks highly of himself. He must have played football in high school – gross. He obviously thinks he’s God’s gift to women. Not interested. Hmm, but Julie apparently is. I roll my eyes. She has so much to learn.

“Hey Baby, no need to be rude. What about your friend here? She’s look’n fine and thirsty” (seriously, that’s your line?). Julie blushes .. (what the fuck?).

“I said ‘get lost’ and I meant it.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll be back to check on your ladies in a bit.” Ugh, what an idiot. I breathe a sigh of relief when he finally leaves.

“Megs! He was cute! Why did you do that? I think he liked me.”

“Julie, seriously? That guy had bricks for brains and was only looking to use you. You need to be the one who uses *them*.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, look at yourself, Jules. You have a killer body, an amazing smile, and I’d literally kill for your hair. *You* are the one with the power here. Use it! Don’t *be* used by idiots like Macho Man.”

“I .. well .. that’s just not me, Megs. I don’t know how to do that.”

“I know, Julie. That’s why you’re still single.” I smile to let her know I’m kidding. Well, half-kidding but she doesn’t need to know the “half” part. “You let guys walk all over you.”

“Maybe I do… Hey!” she says as it dawns on her that she might want to be offended. “You’re still single too, in case you forgot!”

I laugh out loud. “True. But that’s by choice. *I’m* the one in control. *I’m* the one who tells them what to do. I just haven’t found anyone that can tame me.”

Julie smiles and orders us another round. “So,” I say, taking a sip and looking over to that cute suit in the corner of the bar. “Let me show you just how much power we have. Follow my lead.”

I get up and Julie follows me. I head over to the suit. He’s still engaged in fairly serious conversation with his pal. I check out this “pal” and notice he’s got some serious biceps. Suit… not so much. I know he’s the right choice.

“Hey there!” I say.

He looks up at me in surprise. “I’m Megan. This is my friend Julianna. Care to dance with us?”

The look in his eyes confirms I’ve made the right choice. Deer-in-headlights. I laugh to myself. This is going to be easy.

“Uh…” he says. He can’t even form words, I laugh. Then his friend pipes in. “Heyyy there. I’m Wade and this is Mick.” He eyes us up and down, stopping to linger on my breasts. Douchebag. “How you ladies doin’?”

“Hi Wade, we’re only talking to … Mick is it?” I look at Mick and grab his hand. “Care to dance?”
“Uh, sure,” he says and lets me lead him towards the dance floor. Julie follows me dutifully leaving Wade to sit all by his lonesome.

We start dancing. I take lead (or course) and Julie dances next to me. This guy can’t dance. Figures. I get in close to him and put my hands right against his chest. My hips rocks against his and I can tell he is getting excited. His eyes are wild with delight and his pants start to bulge. I bet this has never happened to him before. I grab Julie and replace my hands with hers. She smiles up at “Mick” and blushes. Honestly! Blushing?

I grab Julie and pull her to the side for a brief minute. “I like this guy!” she says. “He’s cute.”

“Julie. Seriously. This is not about meeting cute guys, it’s about being in control. This guy is a putz and a loser. Let me show you how guys like this can be putty in your hands.”

I spin back to Mick and smile big at him. I take his hands and put them on my hips. He actually has nice hands, interesting! I grind my hips back and forth, moving closer and closer to him. I’m glad I wore heels today, considering how tall this man is. I guess he is cute, especially in that tie. I grab his tie and pull his head close, letting out mouths get close and teasing a kiss. I push his crotch into mine as my mouth bypasses his lips and brush against his cheeks. I whisper in his ear, “I really like you. Let me show you just how much.”

I turn around, take his hands, and place them around my waist. Grabbing his hands with my own, I push my ass into his crotch. He is very excited now. I can feel his hard cock through his pants. I’m a bit surprised at just how big it feels. I like it. I am surprised to be getting wet at this.

I rub my ass against his cock while holding onto his hands. I throw my long brown hair to the side, turn my head, and look back at him, smiling. At the same time, I move his hands from my waist to just under my breasts. I let him push them up just a little. His face comes closer to me and he applies pressure against my ass with his cock. I can feel his warm breath on my neck. I release my grip on his hands and reach back with my own hands to grab his hair. To my surprise, his hands, now free, squeeze my breasts before moving back down to my hips. I smile again and moan. “Mmmm, fuck .. “ I say. He groans a little and I increase my rubbing. He groans more and I know he’s going to cum inside his pants if I keep this up. Excellent. I pull him closer and grind harder, feel his cock throb through my thin black dress. I might consider pulling his cock out and letting him fuck me right here and now. But that’s not what this is about. We rub harder and harder against each other and I hear him moan as he explodes inside his pants. I immediately stop and turn back around to face him. “Thanks for the dance, Mick.” I grab Julie’s hand and we race back to the bar, laughing, leaving Mick dumbfounded and cum-stained.

“You see, Julie? That’s power.”

“Oh Megs .. will you ever be tamed?”

I smile to myself. Nope. No I won’t.

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