The Camgirl Part X: Private Dance for a Fan [FF]

X: Blake

Blake sat with Chloe in their corner booth, nursing her drink—just a cherry coke, as she had forgotten her fake, not that it worked very often—as she stared absently at all the people writhing on the dance floor. She and Chloe had only arrived a short time ago, and she wasn’t in the mood to dance just yet.

“So why did you want to come out tonight if all you’re going to do is sit there and space out?” Chloe asked, breaking Blake out of her trance.

Blake turned and stuck her tongue out at her friend. Part of the reason Blake had been staring at the dance floor was so Chloe didn’t catch Blake staring at her. She wasn’t head over heels or anything for the older girl or anything, but Chloe was Blake’s type to a ‘T’. Both were athletic, but where Blake was slim and girlish, Chloe was curvy and womanly. Her big, soft tits were the perfect size, and Chloe’s outfit displayed a generous amount of the pillowy flesh while managing to make them look two cup-sizes bigger than they were at the same time.

“I’ve had some shit on my mind for the past few weeks,” Blake admitted, “The past few months, actually—that’s why I called. I needed to talk, and I needed to get out of my apartment tonight.”

“Tonight?” Chloe asked, raising an eyebrow, “Why tonight?”

“You’re annoyingly perceptive, you know that?” Blake said, glaring at her friend.

“I do,” Chloe said smugly, “Why tonight?”

“Because Marie and her boyfriend are going to be fucking all night and I have a feeling they’re going to be pretty loud.”

“And, little miss headphone gamer girl, that is an issue because…?”

Blake bit her lip, almost drawing blood before she finally sighed. She had never said it out loud before, “Because I want to fuck him.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow, studying Blake, then her eyes widened and a wide grin spread across her face, “Oh shit! You don’t just want to fuck him, do you? You actually like this guy!”

Blake held her tongue for a moment, then sighed in defeat, “Yeah, I do. And it fucking sucks. He’s sweet and cute and really hot, and thanks to Marie I know he has a pretty great cock, and—”

“Whoa, whoa, hold up,” Chloe said, raising a hand, “Marie told you about her boyfriend’s junk? From what you’ve told me about that girl, that does not sound like her at all.”

Blake shrugged nervously, “Well…I kind of helped her along.”

Chloe stared at her with a blank expression, “Okay, start from the beginning.”

“Well,” Blake began, “Liam came over for the first time about two months ago, and that was the first time either of us met. We were talking and waiting for Marie to get back with some food when he let slip that he’d seen my show—”

Chloe almost spat out her drink, “Wait, he’s seen your show? I mean—that’s not really that surprising, but still. I think I would have a hard time wrapping my head around that if something like that happened to me.”

Chloe knew that Blake cammed, and had actually helped her get started. The one-time she had broken her rule about their initial hook up being a one time thing had been when she invited Blake onto her show—which did about as well as Blake’s was doing now—and had advertised several times that Blake had her own show. The condition had been that they coordinated their schedules and tried not to overlap so they didn’t steal fans from each other and could occasionally mod each other’s shows, which Blake had thought was more than fair.

“Yeah,” Blake said, “I still haven’t figured out exactly what I think about the whole thing.”

“Does Marie know her that her boyfriend has seen you fuck yourself silly on at least one occasion?” Chloe asked.

Blake grabbed Chloe’s drink—which did have alcohol in it—and took a big swig from it before launching into her story again, ignoring Chloe’s initial glare. She told her about how Marie had come to her asking for advice, and about the show and walking in on Marie, and then about how she shared some classes with Liam and the few interactions she’d had with him outside of classes.

“…and it sucks, because I like that Marie and I are getting along and hanging out again, and I like hanging out with Liam because he’s funny and we have a lot in common and he’s an incredible cook, and…” Blake sighed, trailing off. She met Chloe’s gaze, “He’s never judged me for what I do, Chlo. He apparently told Marie she was being too harsh on me, and he deflects attention away from me if we’re hanging out and someone he knows comes up that he thinks might recognize me. He even introduced me to one of his friends when I said it was okay.”

Chloe let out a whistle, “Damn, Blake. That is a shitty situation you’ve gotten yourself into. I wish I could find a guy like that. Or a girl.” She took a sip from her drink, and frowned at how little was left, “Do you think he has any feelings for you? You know, other than the ones in his penis?”

Blake rolled her eyes, but then nodded solemnly, “I think he does—I’ve noticed little differences in the way he acts when it’s just me and him versus when Marie is around. He’s too good to acknowledge them or let anything happen as long as he’s dating Marie.”

“And stealing him is definitely out of the question? Even without Marie knowing it was you?”

Blake shook her head, “I think she might know that I think he’s hot at the very least, but she doesn’t care because she knows how good of a guy he is. If she hadn’t changed and kept being a bitch to me, I might consider it, but even then, she’d still be my roommate. That would be way too awkward.”

“And instead you convinced his girlfriend to start blowing him and taking it up the butt. That probably wasn’t one of your smarter moves.”

Blake thumped her head down on the table, “Ugh, don’t remind me.” She picked her head back up, “You know what’s even more stupid? I encouraged Marie to do that because Liam deserves to get blowjobs and anal just really good sex, and I wanted him to have it even if I wasn’t the one giving it to him.”

Chloe leaned back in surprise, staring at Blake with wide eyes, “Okay, that’s way too cheesy, even for you. What did he do? I don’t buy that that is just because he’s a nice package with a nice package.”

Blake couldn’t help but laugh at that, “You’re right. We were walking back from the class we have together, and I think someone recognized me, because I heard someone calling after me, and Liam said there was someone trying to catch up with us. He must have seen how nervous I was, because he squeezed my arm and told me not to worry. When the guy sounded like he’d almost caught up, I heard a thump and looked back, and the guy had tripped and fallen on his face. Liam just put his arm around me and pulled me around the corner. He took a bit of a windy route halfway back to my place—to make sure the guy didn’t try to keep following us, I guess—before stopping and asking if I was okay.”

Chloe stared at her for a while, “And you don’t think that’s because he has feelings for you? I hate to break it to you, Blake, but that’s not something a guy who’s just your friend would do if they’ve barely known you for two months.”

Blake nodded, “I know, and any other time I would agree with you, but that wasn’t the first time he’d done something like that. He did something the day after we met. Marie told me he can be strangely protective sometimes, and whenever she’s asked about it, he changes the subject, so I never asked. I don’t think it’s a move or anything like that though.”

Chloe downed the rest of her drink and pushed herself up from the table, “Okay, babe, you need to get your mind off this guy. Unfortunately for you, I’m not going to rock your world tonight, but I’m going to help you find a hottie with big-ass tit to hook up with. To the dance floor!”

Blake rolled her eyes but followed her friend away from the tables and into the mob of dancing people.

Once in the throng, Blake smiled. Her bright blue hair barely stood out at all here. Many of the girls—and even some of the guys—displayed an array of pinks and greens and blues and purples in their hair. A few even had bright red or yellow streaks slashing their darker hair.

Blake and Chloe danced together but kept far enough apart as to not look like they were together—that would defeat the whole purpose of coming onto the dance floor in the first place. As she glanced around the floor, searching for a girl to her liking that hadn’t been snatched up already, Blake noticed Chloe’s eyes darting from person to person as well. Blake saw a few that were okay, and a few that were definitely hot enough, but already with another girl or guy. Finally, Chloe caught her attention, and nodded past Blake, “Found one, babe—she’s checked you out a few times, and the guy she’s with has checked out the guy behind her way too many times for him to be straight. Big tits with a really tiny waist and nice thighs—in a belly shirt. Can’t tell about the hair though.”

Blake turned around and immediately found the girl. *Damn.* She glanced back at Chloe, “You rock, dude.”

Chloe just gave her a smug look, “I know. Go get your mind off that boy’s cock with some pussy and a big set of titties.”

Laughing and rolling her eyes at her friend, Blake made her way through the writhing mob. Her busty target spotted her approached about halfway there and winked as she licked her lips. As Blake got closer, she saw that though the girl was attractive, it wasn’t in a way that oozed sex, or the typical drop-dead untouchable kind of gorgeous, but instead a more intriguing kind of beauty that simply made you want to look at her. She couldn’t exactly tell in the club’s lighting, but Blake thought the girl’s hair was a dirty blonde.

When Blake was close enough to the girl to speak to her, she opened her mouth to ask the girl to dance, but there was no need. The girl stepped up and wrapped her arms around Blake’s waist—she was a lot taller than her, almost as tall as Liam. *No! Stop it, you want pussy and tits tonight. Not cock. No cock!*

“I’m Kylie,” The girl said, “You’re Cherry, right?”

*Fuck, a fan.*

Well, there was no taking Kylie back to her apartment now—Chloe had advised her against that early on. Thankfully, this club had a few nice, private bathrooms that were perfect for hooking up in, and Chloe was friends with one of the girls who worked here that could let people in and out of those rooms, so Chloe and Blake got to make use of them when they were here without any problems.

Blake grinned, wrapping her arms around the taller girl’s neck—something only made possible by her heels, “Yeah, Cherry.”

“Just so you know,” Kylie said, leaning down to speak in Blake’s ear as she ground against her, “You’re even hotter in person.”

On impulse, Blake nipped at Kylie’s ear as she pulled back. The girl half squeaked, half moaned, and froze, giving Blake the chance to reply in the same way, “I’m also way more fun.”

Kylie pulled all the way back, gazing at Blake for a moment, then grinned and leaned in closer. Blake met her half way, reaching up to tangle her fingers in the girl’s hair as she mashed her lips against Kylie’s. As if by some unvoiced signal, both girls began grinding hard against each other. Blake was on fire, the pleasure from her kisses with Kylie spreading through her body in a fulfilling warmth that was occasionally accompanied by small tingles of electricity. Her pussy was heating up too, and she could practically smell her own arousal. Or maybe it was Kylie’s—maybe both.

Eventually, Blake’s pussy became too demanding for her to ignore any longer, and with a growl, she pulled back from Kylie. The other girl gave her a confused look, but that soon faded into a grin as Blake grabbed her wrist and pulled her off to the dance floor. She found Chole’s friend Addie and caught her gaze as she approached. The girl just grinned and nodded for Blake and Kylie to follow her away from the dance floor. She unlocked one of the bathroom doors, then handed Blake the key with a wink before walking back toward the club’s main area.

Blake pulled Kylie in and locked the door before flipping on the lights. Kylie’s gasp made her grin.

Rather than a room filled with sinks and stalls, the private bathroom had a single toilet in one corner, a large sink in the opposite one, a chair in the corner opposite the door, and a waist-high table against one of the walls, with towels and soaps and a bottle of lube sitting atop it. The walls were floor-to-ceiling mirrors save for the door itself, and dim, blue-tinged lights illuminated the space.

Blake looked to Kylie, and saw the girl still gazing wide-eyed around the room. Rather than let the girl take it in, however, Blake grabbed her and spun her around, pulling the taller girl’s lips down onto hers. She felt Kyle grin against her lips before the other girl responded, kissing just as hungrily as she had on the dance floor, and igniting the fire in Blake’s pussy once more.

Blake’s mind grew distant as the feel of Kylie against her began to dominate her senses. One moment they were making out in the middle of the room, the next, Blake found herself pushed up against the wall, legs wrapped around Kylie’s waist as the blonde cupped and kneaded Blake’s exposed ass. Her tight, black sheath of a dress was basically just a bunched-up shirt at this point.

Blake growled in satisfaction as she and Kylie tried to devour each other. They nipped and sucked at each other’s tongues and lips, dueled with their tongues, and occasionally nipped and sucked at each other’s ears or neck.

At some point, Blake found her hands running over the hot, exposed flesh of Kylie’s flat stomach. The next moment, they were palming the massive pillows of flesh stretching Kylie’s poor shirt, eliciting soft moans and giggles. Then Kylie pulled back, breaking their lips’ connection and freeing Blake’s ass from her wanting hands. Blake moaned involuntarily in protest, but grinned when Kylie pulled her shirt up and over her head, revealing a plain black push-up bra that soon followed.

Blake’s eyes turned into saucers as Kylie’s breasts dropped free. For tits that big, they didn’t drop much. Blake caught Kylie’s gaze, then squeaked as the other woman grinned and tangled her fingers in Blakes hair before pulling her down toward her chest.

Grinning stupidly, Blake attacked the blonde’s chest, palming, caressing, and tweaking with her hands as she licked and kissed and nipped with her tongue, enjoying the gasps and moans her assault elicited from the other girl.

Blake went stiff and let loose her own gasp though, when Kylie’s hands returned to Blake’s ass, and the busty girl’s fingers found her pussy. The blonde stroked her through the thin fabric of Blake’s panties for a bit, each teasing touch either causing Blake to either moan or nip at Kylie’s breasts. The blonde seemed to enjoy the feedback look.

Occasionally, Blake would just burry her face in the other girl’s chest, somehow resisting the urge to motorboat these bountiful boobs. Before long, Kylie’s nipples were erect and puffy from Blakes insistent sucking and nipping, and practically dripping with saliva.

Kylie’s teasing had become too much for Blake by that point. Legs quivering, she let Kylie’s nipple free of her mouth and gasped, “Wait, wait, stop. I’m gonna fall.”

The busty girl chuckled as she helped Blake lower herself enough to put her feet back on the floor. Blake smiled and leaned back against the wall to catch her breath for a moment. Raking one hand through her thick blue locks.

*My mane. That does work a lot better.*

Blake’s eyes shot open as she pushed away thoughts of Liam, and realized the hand not in her hair was at her clit, rubbing circles over the fabric-covered nub. She found Kylie gazing at her from heavy-lidded eyes as the blonde stripped herself of her tight jeans. Blake her lips, then grinned, continuing to rub her clit as the other girl revealed her legs.

Chloe had been right. Kylie had great thighs and even nicer hips. Combined with her tits, they made the blonde’s waist appear almost impossibly small. Blake felt her pussy pulse as she took in the taller girl’s nude form. A pinprick of envy for the girl’s luscious curves flickered through Blake’s pussy-addled mind, and she salivated at the sight of the girl’s dark nether lips and the thin line of sandy hair that seemed to guide her eyes toward them. Feeling that hair tickle her nose as she tasted those lips wouldn’t be an option tonight as she hadn’t brought a dam, but that didn’t make Kylie’s pussy look any less tasty.

*I wonder if she’ll be disappointed at the boosh’s absence.*

Once Kylie had freed herself of the last of her clothing—she’d kicked off her shoes and stripped off her panties and jeans at once—the taller girl stepped toward Blake, coming closer and closer until she loomed over Blake, gazing down with lust-clouded eyes. The contrast between them made Blake’s heart pound. Wrenching her hand from her pussy with a soft whimper, Blake grabbed at the bottom of her dress, ready to strip it off, but stopped when Kylie’s hands closed over her wrists. She looked up to find the taller woman shaking her head, lips curled in a smirk dripping with sex.

“Leave it on,” she breathed, “It’s hot.”

Blake moaned as Kylie bent down and captured her lips again. This time their kissing was slower, less feverish, but steamier, tongues stroking and caressing instead of dueling.

She gasped when Kylie’s hand cupped the apex of her legs.

“These need to go, though,” the blonde whispered against her lips.”

Blake nodded, and lowered her hands down to peel off her panties. When she looked at tiny strip of thin fabric, she snorted. The fabric was sopping wet, and even had a bit of grool on it, “Well those are ruined.”

Kylie chuckled and leaned in again, but Blake reset a hand on the girl’s chest, “Wait.”

Blake slipped out from between Kylie and the wall and sauntered over to the table. She grabbed one of the oversized, fluffy hand towels and laid it on the chair, then moved it away from the wall and gestured for Kylie to sit.

The blonde grinned and did as she indicated. Once Kylie was settled, Blake clasped her shoulders and sat down on the taller girl’s lap, straddling her. Even so, she still had to tilt her head up to meet Kylie’s gaze.

Kylie grinned for a moment before grabbing a fistful of Blake’s cerulean mane and crushing her lips against her own, free hand returning to Blake’s ass to palm and knead the rounded flesh. Blake’s own hands returned to Kylie’s chest, squeezing the pert orbs and tweaking their pointed nipples in turn as her lips fought against Kylie’s.

Blake’s pussy was aching now, to the point she knew there would be a glistening trail on Kylie’s thighs leading to a damp spot on the towel beneath. When a finger brushed her lips, she moaned into Kylie’s mouth, and could feel the other girl’s lips curl into a satisfied smirk. Not to be outdone, Blake moved her own hands—only somewhat reluctantly—from Kylie’s chest. One went up to tangle in the hair at the nape of Kylie’s neck, while the other traveled down to Kylie’s pussy. She ran her fingers through the small strip of hair before lightly brushing those lips with her finger tips.

Blake would have smiled her own satisfied smirk at the gasp she drew from Kylie, had the blonde not slipped a finger between Blake’s own lips.

“Fuck,” she breathed, leaning forward to rest her head on Kylie’s chest.

The blonde let loose a husky chuckle, moving the hand at Blake’s ass to tangle in her mane and hold her head against her chest, only for the laugh to turn to a moan as Blake thrust a neatly manicured finger as far as she could into Kylie’s pussy. Blake sucked in a breath at the feeling. She could play with her own pussy whenever she wanted, but there was always something thrilling to the feel of another girl’s wet lips. The finger in Kylie felt so deliciously slick, the walls around it so hot and tight. A moment later, Blake hissed, becoming aware of her own slick tightness as Kylie mimicked her and slid a finger in deep. Blake’s pussy felt like it was going to explode it was so hot.

Blake withdrew her finger from Kylie halfway before thrusting it back in, eliciting more moans from Kylie, and moaning herself as Kylie began thrusting her own fingers in and out in time with Blake.

The two women clung to each other, hips grinding together as they used their hands to elicit moans gasps and hisses that only escalated in arousal and desperation.

Blake’s mind wandered as she and Kylie pleasured each other, vaguely registering a second finger in her pussy, and doing the same to Kylie’s sopping wet hole.

Though Kylie was more than enough fuel for her arousal, Blake’s mind thought back to her initial hookup with Chloe, and their incredible show after, as it usually did when she was with another girl, no matter how hard she tried to prevent it. This time, Blake managed to force the images of her friend away. Her thoughts centered on Kylie for a while, and Blake upped her tempo, pumping her two fingers in and out of Kylie’s pussy, moans echoing and intermingling with Kylie’s in the small room. Kylie sped up to match her tempo, and Blake could feel herself getting close.

Kylie’s hands felt so big and strong on her, and when Blake let her mind dwell on that for a moment, that was all it took for her mind to turn traitor once more.

Suddenly, Blake was straddling Liam as his big strong hands thrust in and out of her pussy, curling up to hit her G-spot as the went in, and tugging on her opening as they withdrew. Little wet squishing noises accompanied her moans in punctuating the rhythm at which he pleasured her. She was in his arms, head resting against his muscular chest. Her own hand wasn’t working a pussy, but a cock. A big cock. Liam’s cock.

A ragged gasp tore from Blake’s throat as a thumb pressed against her clit and began working the spot in circles as fingers continued to stimulate her from within. Vaguely, she felt her hand work in kind, and heard high pitched moans and shrieks as her body acted of its own accord.

Blake clenched her teeth, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure rose within her. Little mewls and shrieks escaped, echoed by others, rising in pitch and intensity as her hips bucked and her breathing grew faster and faster until finally. Finally, the fingers on her clit hit just the right spot, and she screamed as her body convulsed in pleasure. Vaguely, she felt the sense of her own fingers being squeezed and growing slicker, as someone clenched her to them, body bucking under her own.

A haze filled Blake’s mind, and she didn’t know how long it took for it to clear. She became more aware of the person holding her, the person she straddled.

*Liam?*

The thought floated through her mind, dissipating before she could latch on and analyze it.

Blake’s vision cleared as the waves of pleasure from her orgasm subsided, and she barely held back a gasp as she found Kylie breathing heavy as the taller girl grinned down at her. Blake grinned back, then remembered what had just happened.

*Fuck. Liam. Dammit! I’d been good, so fucking good. I only thought about him once since that time, and—*

Kylie’s lips on her own stopped Blake’s thoughts in their tracks. It was a slow kiss, one that eased both of them down from the peaks of pleasure they had brought each other to.

When Kylie pulled back, Blake still felt hot and tingly all over, but her breathing had slowed.

“That was—” Blake breathed, trying to find the rest of the words needed for an actual sentence.

“Pretty great,” Kylie finished, “I always fantasized about you, but never imagined you’d be this good.”

Blake suppressed a grimace at the girl’s words as they returned another thought to her head. *Fantasized. Fuck, Liam. I need to get him out of my head.*

“If you want to go back to your place, I can show you something even better,” Blake suggested.

The blonde licked her lips, but shook her head, “Sorry, I wish, but I have to get up early for work tomorrow.”

A knot formed in Blake’s stomach, but she kept it from her face, nodding, “No problem. That was pretty great.”

Kylie nodded, grinning, then looked Blake up and down, “Uh…could you maybe…”

Blake raised an eyebrow, then realized what Kylie was getting at, and smiled sheepishly as she got off the girl, steadying herself against the wall. When Kylie got up, both of them looked down at the towel and laughed at the big dark spot. A glance at Kylie’s thighs told Blake she had been right. Blake almost wanted to kiss the blonde again, but the knot in her stomach stopped her, and instead she took Kylie’s place on the chair, then leaned back.

“I just need a minute,” she said when Kylie raised an eyebrow.

The blonde nodded, using one of the other towels and some water to clean off her legs before she picked up her clothes and redressed. Blake just pulled her own dress down to give herself some sense of modesty and tried to keep her mind blank. She neither wanted to let Kylie’s appearance get her worked up again, nor dwell upon the girl’s response to her invitation.

When Kylie finished dressing and arranging her hair, she grasped the door handle, then looked to Blake, “You alright?”

Blake nodded, forcing a smile, “Just tired.”

The blonde studied her for a moment, then picked something up off the floor, and met Blake’s gaze once more, “I had fun. You can definitely count on me watching your next show.”

Blake forced another smile as the girl left, then took another moment to gather herself before getting up and taking the towel to the sink. She used the unsoiled part to clean between her legs and cool down her neck and chest a bit, then adjusted her dress and hair. Satisfied for the moment at least, she left the bathroom and locked it behind her before going to find Addie and give her the key.

Once that was done, she returned to the dance floor, looking for Chloe. She didn’t see Kylie again, thankfully, but it took longer than she would have liked to find her friend. When she did, the knot in her stomach grew tighter, and Blake chewed her lip. Chloe had found a guy to dance with, and was either trying to make him cum in his jeans or grind his dick off by the way she was moving her lycra-clad ass.

Blake decided she wouldn’t interrupt her friend, but before she could turn away, Chloe’s eyes found her own. Blake’s discomfort must have shown on her face, because Chloe said something to the guy and held up one finger before rushing over to Blake and pulling her off the dance floor.

“What’s up?” Chloe asked, “Where’d Miss Titties go?”

Blake wanted to just shrug it off and tell her friend everything was fine, to go back to dancing. Instead, she asked in a small voice, barely audible over the thumping music, “Can we go home?”

Chloe’s eyes widened and before Blake could even register what was happening, Chloe had pulled her halfway out of the club.

“What about that guy?” Blake protested, stumbling to keep up.

Chloe gave her a flat look as she continued to practically drag her from the club, “Blake, I just wanted to have some fun dancing tonight, not a fuck. What happened?”

“She was a fan,” Blake said, “I thought it would be okay as long as I went back to her place, but we went to one of the bathrooms and fuck it was good, but I—” Blake bit her lip. She did not need to bring Liam up right now, “When I asked if she wanted to go to her place and continue, she didn’t even try to come up with a legitimate excuse or ask for my number. Just blew me off.”

Blake felt her friend tense, fingers tightening around her wrist, “I’m sorry, babe. Shit like that happens, but it still sucks.”

Chloe stopped a few feet from the door, whirling around to meet Blake’s gaze, “Want me to stay with you tonight? Just cuddles though.”

Blake couldn’t help but smile, nodding. She needed sleep but having Chloe there with her would make it come much easier. Chloe smiled back and gave her a kiss on the forehead before continuing on their way out, fingers entwined with Blake’s this time instead of clutching her wrist.

As they were about to cross the street, a breeze picked up, and Blake’s eyes immediately went so wide they threatened to pop out of her head, and her cheeks felt like they were on fire.

“Fuck!”

Chloe turned around, giving her a quizzical look.

The breeze had made Blake’s legs particularly between her thighs, quite cold, leading her to realize two things. The first was that her dress had ridden up a bit as they climbed the stairs from the inside of the club to the street. The second…

“That bitch stole my fucking thong!”

Chloe laughed so hard she almost fell over, and had to run to catch up to Blake as the blue-haired girl stalked off back toward her apartment.
 

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