L. Chapter 3 - 57

Disclaimer: The two main characters depicted are step sisters. All characters shown in any nude or suggestive manner are over the age of 18.

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Fueled by the bravery of their rising levels of alcohol, the two girls walked boldly into the middle of the dancefloor. Daring each other to see who stopped first, none seemed to buckle under the pressure of the challenge, and they both stepped up on the elevated circular area in the middle. Several people turned around and watched as the two giggling step-sisters started dancing. 

It was beyond awkward. They both realized how much they depended on their arms when dancing. It became a fun challenge. The music started to increase in volume, and the beat got faster and more tribal. 

Moving their bodies to the throbs of the rhythm, the girls started experimenting with new styles. Not feeling an iota of shyness, they were having the time of their lives. People were cheering them on, as they kept moving and bouncing. Serena had been so nervous leading up to this moment. She'd felt so weak as of late. Whenever a man was near her, she'd feel as if all her strength had been sapped. But to her absolute joy, that wasn't the case now. She was dancing with such intensity. Enjoying the workout as she was sweating her way through incredible moves. Wobbling about, the two drunk girls were having a blast

They didn't try to hide the fact that they were bound, their elevated levels of lust did nothing for their subtlety. When the men wanted to partner up with the gals, they eagerly complied. 

Serena ended up with a man best described as 'slimy' and 'shady', but that was strangely her type. Sadie didn't try and steer her away from the fedora-wearing, shirtless man. She found a partner in a dark skinned fellow that kept referring to her as his 'snow bunny'. The darker man's charisma was so intoxicating. Sadie and the darker gentleman named Terry got busy on the dancefloor. He was letting loose, waving his arms into the air as he moved to the beat. He was a horrible dancer, but that didn't matter. He was having fun, and he was including her in his fun. That was the most important quality. 

Serena was twerking, while her man, a stranger named Mike, challenged Terry for the 'worst dancer of the night' award.

They spent nearly two hours on the dance floor. From slow dancing, to absolute mayhem, it truly was a night to behold. And the men would have the drone come over with more drinks to maintain the momentum of the night.