Divine Artifact in a Scientific World-Chapter 85: Club Velvet (2)

As Miranda dragged him out onto the dance floor, Jack noticed that several of the girls dancing turned his way as they approached.

Miranda didn’t stop at the edge of the dance floor but instead kept going until they were halfway to the center. The dance floor wasn’t crowded, so they didn’t need to weave through people to get there.

As they passed, the other dancers turned to look at Jack or Miranda. The men gazed appreciatively at Miranda. Most of the women look at Jack with some curiosity, but some with interest. Jack also thought a few women were looking at Miranda, either with interest or with jealousy.

As soon as they stopped, Miranda turned and started dancing. He immediately realized she was not wearing a bra because her chest was doing amazing things under her silk top. He just stood there staring, feeling himself grow hard, and wondering if he should just take her back to the hotel.

Noticing that he was just standing, Miranda caught the direction of his gaze and the smile on her already cheerful face grew wider. She moved closer and said, "Aren’t you gonna dance?"

"I don’t know how," he said. He didn’t. He’d been to a few school dances, but had always felt awkward and self conscious. Like everyone was secretly laughing at him as he jerked about spastically.

"Just move to the music," she encouraged. "It doesn’t matter what you do, as long as it feels good."

He started to move, expecting the same feeling of self-conscious awkwardness he remembered from the past. But as he moved, he didn’t feel any fear of being laughed at. He just felt calm, relaxed.

He also realized that he hadn’t felt any nervousness as they had approached the dance floor, only curiosity at the way the other dancers were looking at himself and Miranda.

At first he just bent his knees, twisted his hips and swung his arms, letting his body move to the rhythm of the music. Then, while he let his body just do its own thing, he looked at what the other dancers were doing.

In the past he’d been in his own head too much the be able to just relax and observe, too worried about what others might think of him to notice.

But now, he realized that many of the men dancing were doing little more than what he was doing. They all sucked at dancing! Even some of the women were just twisting and bouncing.

So, he looked for the more dynamic dancers, the ones that moved more, that looked like they enjoyed the way they moved. If he saw a moved that he liked, he tried it. Some moves felt awkward, but some felt right. When he tried combining moves, some didn’t go well together, some did.

He was still experimenting with moves when one of the women who’s moves he’d been trying noticed what he was doing. She grinned at him and moved closer, soon well into his personal space.

"You’re new here, right?" she asked.

"Yep."

"I noticed you trying out some of my moves," she said teasingly.

"Yeah, I can’t dance for shit. Thought I’d try out whatever I see and see what feels good."

"Hmmm, I’d be happy to show you more of my moves," she said in a seductive tone.

The woman was half a hand span shorter than Jack. She had a lithe dancer’s figure, with small breasts, a tight perky ass, and long legs, and was wearing a short, dark green, dress that was tight around her breasts and stomach, and flared out around her thighs, ending at mid thigh.

When ever she twisted, her dress would flare out, making you wish she would spin just a little faster and give you a peak at her promised land. He briefly wondered what kind of "moves" she wanted to show him.

While he had been trying out dance moves, Miranda had backed away slightly to give him a little room. So when the lithe dancer had approached, she came between Jack and Miranda.

When he looked at Miranda, she grinned and gave him a thumbs up. He could also feel through their connection that she was both surprised and pleased that the dancer girl had approached Jack without any prompting from Miranda.

"Sure, show me some of your moves," he replied.

She backed up and did a move, then looked at him expectantly.

He tried repeating the move. She nodded, then did another move. He repeated it. She showed him another.

After showing him several moves and him mirroring her, she combined moves, and he copied her. They were just getting into a rhythm when another woman approached.

This woman was another of the dancers he’d been copying.

She was slightly shorter than the green dress dancer, and had more of a runner’s figure, with small breasts and wider hips. But still fit with long legs. Her skin was a darker tan than green dress girl’s, and she had hazel eyes, and light brown hair.

She was wearing a red halter top and a black short flowing skirt that only covered her upper thighs. Her midriff was exposed and he could tell she had washboard abs.

Green dress girl gave an indignant, "Hey!" when halter top girl moved right into Jack’s personal space completely ignoring green dress girl.

With a hungry tone, halter top girl said, "I can show you some even better moves!"

Then she pushed up against him, put her left hand on his back, grabbed ass with her right hand, and started grinding her pussy against his leg!

For a moment, Jack just froze. This was so far beyond anything he had ever experienced.

He noticed Miranda staring at what was happening in openmouthed shock. Over their connection, he could tell that she wasn’t angry, just amazed and incredibly aroused.

Apparently, watching another girl grind on him really did it for her.

He did a quick internal assessment, upper head and lower head in agreement that this was a good thing, then relaxed.

Since halter top girl had initiated, he reached around with his left hand and grabbed her ass, and then he ran his right hand up her back and laced his finger into her hair, grabbing the back of her head.

Her ass was firm but soft and felt amazing when he dug his fingers into it.

With his left hand on her ass, he pulled her hard into him each time she rubbed her crotch on his leg. She opened her mouth and gasped in delight, and increased her tempo.

While halter top girl was grinding on him, he looked at green dress girl. She was looking pouty and frustrated.

When she noticed him looking at her, he gave her a look that said, "Are you really going to just give up?"

She looked conflicted for a moment, then her face shifted to a look of resolve and she moved behind Jack and wrapped her arms around him, slowly running her hands up and down his chest, her hands getting lower and lower.

When her hands wandered below his belt, he heard her gasp and say, "Oh, wow."

While the two girls caressed and ground into Jack, the other dancers looked on with shock, surprise, hunger, and, in the case of most of the men, envy.

Halter top girl was getting especially fervent in her movements, probably approaching orgasm, when a woman in a stylish dress approached. She looked to be in her early thirties and walked with purpose and authority.

Not stopping at a normal social distance, the woman also entered Jack’s personal space.

She placed a hand on the shoulders of each of the two girls, then leaned in and said, "I can appreciate your girlfriend’s enthusiasm, but we ask that you limit your public activities to the merely seductive and refrain from anything lewd."

The woman’s tone was firm, authoritative, but with a touch of humor.

Realizing this woman probably worked for the club and not wanting to get thrown out, he pulled his hand out of halter top girl’s hair. It wasn’t like he asked them to do this.

Feeling a touch defensive, he said, "They’re not my girlfriends. We just met, like five minutes ago."

While he was speaking, halter top girl groaned, "No, no, I’m almost there!"

The probable club employee finally noticed who was grinding on Jack and said, "Wendy? Vivien? What has gotten into you two? I expected better from you."

The green dress girl hugging Jack from behind and rubbing his cock said, "Sorry Mrs. Morelock"

She moved her hands back up to his chest, but didn’t let go.

Halter top girl, on the other hand, started humping his leg frantically, and feeling a little sorry for her, he pushed his leg up a bit and dug his fingers hard into her ass, pulling her onto his leg.

This seemed to push her over the edge because she cried out, "Ahh," her hips twitched a few times and then she hugged him tight.

In a tone that was equal parts annoyance and amusement, the club woman said, "You two, my office, now!"

The two girls said, "Yes Mrs. Morelock," and disengaged from Jack. Halter top girl sounded chagrined, green dress girl sounded aggrieved.

As the two girls followed the club employee, green dress girl looked back at Jack with longing before turning and trudging after the club lady. Halter top girl, on the other hand, walked languidly.

Miranda moved closer and said, "Oh. My. God. That was amazing!"

Then she hugged him and said, "I was going to grind on you too, but now I can’t."

Jack slapped the back of her head lightly and said, "Behave. I don’t want to get thrown out of the club because you can’t control yourself."

She gave him a pouty look and said, "Maybe we can find a dark corner?"

"In a place like this? They probably have infrared security cameras."

"I’m sure security won’t mind the show," she said.

"Maybe, but I don’t want to get kicked out. This club is exclusive, and I’d like to be able to come back here in the future."

"Alright," she said, then hugged him before pulling back and returning to dancing.

He returned to dancing, but shortly after, another woman approached him.

Even wearing high heels she was a head shorter than him and had dark dusky skin, long straight black hair, and irises so dark that in the low light it almost looked like she had enormous pupils.

She was thin, with small breasts and boyish hips, but an even narrower waist.

She, too, entered his personal space, but she didn’t touch him. Instead, she looked at him quizzically and asked, "Who are you?"

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