*******

This song ***** rocks! Jordy managed to scream across the table, her voice barely audible over the smooth techno riffs and pounding bass.

Alice and Dana offered tight lipped smiles as they turned back to watch Shane and Bette who were heating up the dance floor. Their bodies were pressed together, as if they were attached at the hips. It seemed like Dana and Alice werent the only interested ones, many women watched with admiration as the two came closer together, grinding their hips together.

Shane met Bettes eyes, watching the happiness flood over every feature as their bodies united, leaving everyone else in the room behind as they ascended the ladder to their own sexual world. It was only a few moments before Bette realized that two hands had began their travels along her stomach, inching up her white cami towards her chest. Her toned abs tensed as the hands continued upwards.

Whatre you doing baby? Bette whispered into Shanes ear. She pushed the hands back. Wait till we get off the floor before you cop a feel.

Well then what are we waiting for, why are we not out of here yet? Shane laughed and nodded towards the 2 lonely girls at the table, but Jordy had gone missing. They dont look like theyre having much fun by themselves over- Hey what the *****. Shane turned suddenly, finding no culprit to the sudden pinch that had teased her bottom. Someone just ***** pinched my *****.

What? Ill kill them. Bette glanced around, and then felt the same thing on her own bottom, except it wasnt a pinch, someones hand was creeping along the waist of her jeans. She arched a brow and looked to Shane, nodding her head a bit to signal silently what was going on. The hand stopped moving and disappeared as Jordy burst the happy couple apart, grinding her hips against both Shane and Bette who arched brows with a look of disgust.

Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ladies. Jordy shouted, dancing like a raving monkey on a hard drug. My friends back at the table would like you to join them in an ultimate game of truth or dare. She dug her hands into the front pockets of her tattered jeans, rising her shoulders as she walked back towards the table where two drunken girls sat, laughing uncontrollably. See, told you I could pull it off without getting myself killed. Jordy stated proudly, looking back at Bette and winking.