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Club Girl
🕑 Added 2023-02-02 19:00:04 +0000 UTCShe doesn’t know what she’s looking for until she finds it. A cool looking couple. Very attractive, but … unsure of themselves. Maybe they’ve only been together a few months, maybe they’re on the prowl. It doesn’t matter, she’s on the prowl. It’s a gap, an opportunity. Eye contact is the first step. The woman makes it first. Just a fleeting moment, but she’s caught, looking back again, and again. Then she looks down and takes a sip of her drink. The club is dark, and heaving with sweaty bodies twisting under the hot lights; the smell of sweat, sweet perfume, and alcohol mingles in the air. He hasn’t met her gaze yet so she fishes for it. Moving swiftly and directly towards the bar she flashes straight past him, grazing his shoulder, and looks back. He is caught.
Returning with a vodka soda she leaves a lingering touch on the woman’s cheek and glances into her eyes, and then his, and taking her hand leads them both to an alcove. They are confused, curious, and maybe a bit desperate. She pulls the woman in for a kiss. At first there is resistance but then willing acceptance as the kiss is returned forcefully. She then turns to the man and strokes his chest. He comes in for a kiss but instead of meeting it she grabs his cock through his trousers. They are hers now.
A look is all it takes to cast the spell. Her eyes flash like a lapis firestorm and she holds their bodies as they start to shrink. They never even touch the ground, she has them all the way down as they swoon down to miniature size. When they awake it is to a calmer space, the music still thudding in the background, seemingly far away. They are in her hands. The woman scrambles up onto their captor’s chest, her feet finding hold and purchase on an almost rubbery roughly textured surface beneath the fabric that can take her full weight. The captor smirks and pulls down her top a little, exposing the erect nub of her nipple. The man hasn’t moved so she plucks him up by his leg and he dangles in front of her face. She gestures, pointing down. To where? He starts to scream. She smirks. Good. She likes it when they are not so compliant.
