Lee was very tipsy.

She had tried her best to stick to the mix beers and, to her credit, she hadn’t actually held anything else besides such low alcohol drinks in her hands. The problem was that there was a literal harem of attractive women doting on her. Offers to take sips from their favourite drinks were plenty and Lee found herself unable to deny all of them. Fewer and fewer, as a matter of fact, the more the evening progressed and the more sips she took.

“This is probably the drunkest I’ve ever been,” Lee disclosed looking at her own hand.

Nia tilted her head and remarked, “You’re still very coherent.”

“Aww, thanks, guess it doesn’t kill my brain cells that fast,” Lee responded swiftly and grinned at the pariah.

“Do you require water?” Lydia asked from the young Fateweaver’s left. While Rave had left to talk to some other girls, the queen had stuck around Lee for most of the evening.

“Since when do you try to be nice to me?” Lee asked with a friendly, teasing spread of her lips.

“I call it basic human decency,” Lydia responded. “Do you or not?”

“Nah,” Lee denied and instead took another huge gulp of beer. It tasted sweet and lemony. “I’m doing fine. Just fine.” A sudden wave of happiness overcame here and did little tramples with her heels. “Aaaah, I’m so happy! I want to flirt with John more and you will let me!”

“That is the appropriate formulation,” Lydia stated. “Letting you. I will not yet support you.”

“Why?” Nia asked and wrapped her arms around Lee, as if she was a turtle that needed protection. “She is adorable.”

“Thank you, Nia.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Because I still don’t know if Lee is truly genuine,” Lydia explained and sipped on her gin and tonic. Despite putting more and stronger drinks into her system than Lee, the queen of steel seemed entirely unbothered. “I will agree that she strikes me as cute and entertaining though.”

“It’s… because he just seems so… I dunno, worthy of my attention?” Lee tried to put into words what she was feeling. Her tongue was loosened by the drinks, making the process a fair bit easier. “He has so much going for him. Obviously, he is rich, powerful and handsome. That helps. More importantly, I like what he did with himself. I like the way he talks to me. I like that he is still just a somewhat dorky gamer behind all of that splendour. I just want to…” she stopped and wondered what she would say next, “…want to experience what he does with my body and then cuddle with him afterwards. I want to talk to him about interesting things and pick his genius brain.” Under her breath, she added, “Getting choked would probably be nice… like, really nice…”

“…You will fit in nicely with us,” Lydia declared and raised her glass. Lee understood the signal and the two toasted.

“Yo,” Rave chose a few moments later to return to the couch, “Siena and I wanna dance, ya tagging along?”

“I suppose I could use the exercise,” Lydia agreed, Nia nodded, and eyes wandered to Lee.

“Eh, sure, why not,” the gamer girl dismissively agreed. She wasn’t sure why they couldn’t just dance where they were, a couple of the other guests were doing so (in rather suggestive fashion, usually). ‘Rave probably wants the music to be louder.’

The group of five migrated from the VIP lounge to the corridor. Lee could see the dancefloor through one of the open doors. It was large enough to comfortably hold over fifty people and up to two-hundred if they decided to get cramped. The walls were covered with seats. Four pillars supported the weight of the ceiling and somewhat segmented the room. A bar in the corner made sure they still had access to alcohol. In the exact middle of the room stood a platform covered with technical instruments, the place the DJ would have occupied.

Lee felt a bit uncomfortable about so few of them entering such a large room.

It just so happened that they didn’t, though. Instead, Rave guided them to one of the many locked doors attached to the corridor, punched a security number into the panel next to it, and then stepped inside. Lee was the last to follow.

The room they entered was less than half the size of the VIP lounge. If they wanted to, the entirety of the party’s attendance could have squeezed into it. As for what was in it, it was rather simple. A minibar, as was a steady design feature of Rave’s club, several leather chairs and simple tables, and an elevated platform they were all facing. In the middle of that circular platform was a polished, silver pole.

“Oooh, that’s what you meant by dancing,” Lee realized. “Could’ve been more specific, you know?”

“What, ya don’t wanna be around?” Rave grinned while finagling with a terminal in the wall. The lights all around dimmed, except for the ones that highlighted the stage. Simple white illumination was now accompanied by the soft flickering of multiple colours.

“I didn’t say that,” Lee returned with her own smile and sought out one of the leather chairs to fall into. Rave sat down next to her, Lydia and Nia took to one table over, leaving Siena to climb onto the stage first.

The black-haired elemental grabbed the pole with one hand and strutted in circles around while the music Rave had put on rose in volume. Swaying her hips with every step of her high-heel-shaped feet, even the midnight elemental’s walking was hypnotic. Her minimalistic leather clothes left nothing to the imagination. Her tail guided the gaze with swaying movements.

After three rounds around the pole, Siena suddenly jumped at the polished metal. Climbing up, she wrapped her long legs around the pole and fluidly leaned downward. Upside down, chest thrust out, she let her hands creep over her curves. Up her legs, until she hid most of herself from view, slowly rotating. Then, suddenly, she turned into a whirl of movements and hair, twirling down the length of the pole and ultimately ending on the floor.

Siena was on her knees, shaking her chest and playing with her hair to the rhythmic beats of the techno music. Siena fell on her side, rolled onto her back, displayed her ass, opened and closed her legs suggestively. She rolled again, this time towards the stripping pole. With both legs and one hand, she latched onto the metal; with the other she held her tiny leather top.

Lee stared at those magnificent, freed breasts. Nipples, darker than the surrounding skin, crowned jiggly spheres of considerable size. They didn’t droop any further without the clothes than they did with, and were so delightfully firm yet clearly bouncy.

Dismissively tossing her top to the side, the midnight elemental placed her feet firmly on the ground and curved her upper body against the pole. The silver vanished between her tits while she suggestively licked the length of it. There was a lull in the music during which she did nothing but display herself in slowly transitioning poses, always close to the pole. All the while, she undid what held her bottom piece in place.

When she pulled the final string, the complicated piece of leather just dropped to the ground, leaving the midnight elemental completely naked.

Lee gulped, completely entranced by the rhythmic movements that followed. Her hard nipples rubbed against the inside of her shirt. She rarely bothered wearing a bra and today wasn’t an exception.

Soon, the song ended. There was a short lull, during which Lee tried to cool herself down by taking another sip of her beer. It didn’t exactly work, thanks in large part to the midnight elemental that jumped off the stage. Still naked and still moving with grace, she was no less sexy on the floor. Exchanging a few words with Lydia, she soon claimed the queen’s chair.

The auburn-haired monarch took off her boots and socks, then got on top of the stage herself. The next song started soon thereafter.

It was obvious from the start that this wasn’t Lydia’s common method of dancing. Whirling elegantly around the pole, her measured steps seemed more fitting for a ball than a striptease. It was equally clear, however, that she wasn’t unskilled in this.

Unbuttoning her shirt between swings of her tall form, opening the ring that held her braid together, pulling at her waistband, she progressively corrupted her orderly look. When her shirt was fully open, she grabbed it by the sides, used it to purposefully show and hide her decently sized breasts between artistic movements.

She lost her loosened pants before her shirt, pulled it off as quickly as she could to keep up the rhythm. Hastily, she grabbed the pole and twirled around it. Her red lace panties harmonized nicely with the cascade of mildly wavy hair that fluttered along her shirt. She stopped on her feet, back turned to the audience, and let the shirt fall off her shoulders but not past her elbows. Her hips swung to the beat, her butt barely visible.

Then the music picked up; Lydia tossed the shirt aside and turned around. Her back leaned against the pole, showing off her less curvy but no less sexy body. One of her eyes was hidden by her dishevelled hair. Seeing the disciplined queen like this had Lee squirm in her seat. While Lydia pulled down her panties in wiggling movements, Lee’s hand found its way into her own pants.

In her semi-feverish state, Lee barely noticed when Lydia’s show ended and Nia’s began. All she barely managed to notice was that Siena and the queen were making out in their chair, but Lee was too busy looking at her anti-magical friend to really pay attention to things outside the stage.

The pale, blonde woman looked almost ephemeral, as if the stage light was shining straight through her. It was strange and it was beautiful. Nia had a tiny smile on her lips, swaying only slightly while she looked at Lee. Her eyes were as blue as her blouse.

Like running quicksilver, she moved with alien smoothness. Swaying like a belly dancer, Nia put on a similarly graceful display as Lydia had. She barely utilized the pole, just danced on her bare feet to the rhythm of the song. She took one step and suddenly was on the other side of the stage. The top she had just worn dropped down, left behind.

Lee moaned, seeing the pale pink nipples of the woman she had so rapidly come to call her friend. Fingers rubbing her clit, her tipsy brain was too addled with alcohol and oxytocin to really question what she was doing at the moment. She wasn’t a sexually shy person to start with, but blatantly masturbating in front of people was one step up.

Nia continued in her teasingly wiggling motions, the mild smile on her lips. With her chest bare, she did utilize the pole a little more though, grabbing it to make her rounds. Twirling around it. In a particularly depraved moment, she pressed her groin against the pole. A camel toe wasn’t the only result, a visible wet spot forming above where her pussy was. A moment later, Nia disappeared again, only for the empty pants and panties to drop and the fully naked pariah to shake her pale ass to the rhythm.

It was so enticing. The lean woman showed all that she had to offer. Her long, golden hair flew around whenever she twirled. Her pretty pink cunt was dripping wet. Under the table, Lee stretched out her pants with both of her hands.

The music stopped and Nia vanished off the stage.

“It’s our turn,” Rave whispered into the ear of the panting young woman. “Ya ready?”

“S-sure?” Lee wasn’t sure at all. She couldn’t dance, she desperately needed an orgasm and it just caught up with her what she was actually doing. Regardless, she let the Lightbearer manoeuvre her up the stage. “So, uh, what do I do, Rave?”

“Ya call me Jane,” the pink-haired, half-asian bombshell instructed, “and ya wiggle your hips and look sexy.”

Lee wasn’t sure she could do that, not next to this perfect piece of ass. Before she could get cold feet, the music started and Rave had a hand on her hips. Leading by example while also nudging Lee into movement through contact, the two slowly wound up their movements.

She felt stilted next to Rave, who twirled and showed off, all the while instructing her. “Put a bit more emphasis on your ass.” The Lightbearer squatted down halfway, circling her backside in an equally suggestive and elegant manner.

“Not really worthwhile with my backside,” Lee mumbled.

Rave interrupted her dance to flick little Miss Magus on the forehead. It hurt and snapped her out of the moment. “If ya don’t use it, it ain’t getting more impressive,” the Lightbearer reprimanded. “Come on, just let go and exhaust yourself. It’s just us.”

Lee looked down to the floor, where the other three women returned her inquiring gaze. There was nothing but lust in their eyes, no disinterest in her comparatively unremarkable curves or inexperienced display. Beyond just letting her attempt to try to get into the same harem they were a part of, these girls accepted who she was. Lust and love surged inside her chest and Lee thought, ‘Fuck it.’

Grabbing the stripping pole, Lee was somewhat surprised when she found out that it was turning under her hands. That they worked this way was slightly disappointing news to her, but she still went ahead and made a fool out of herself by giving it her best suggestive lick. Quickly, she transitioned into dancing around it. Dancing along Rave, who laughed approvingly and soon followed it up. Dancing against Rave, who took the clear lead.

Lee’s heart drummed with excitement, feeling the other woman’s hands all over her. She reciprocated, for the first time in her life touching someone in such an overtly sexual manner. Within moments, she was addicted. Rave’s firm ass under her fingers was a sensation that seared itself into her memory. Her sweet smell of bubblegum and peppermint filled her lungs. Her soft hair and decently sized breasts were a pleasure to the touch. All the while, Rave brushed over and under clothes, teasing her skin and nipples, but never invading her pants.

What little remained of reason was stripped away when the Lightbearer grabbed her own top and simply tore it open. The ruined cloth was tossed aside, Lee soon got rid of her own shirt, albeit the civilized way. Her skin prickled with anticipation. Without shame or hesitation, she continued to dance. Not caring for how inadequate she might look compared to Rave’s fluid motions, she just kept moving. Craving more, Lee quickly wiggled her way out of her pants and panties. Rave laughed and followed suit.

Only the pole and some air was between them as they swayed to the music, holding each other. Lee could not resist. As much as she wanted to keep touching Rave, she still craved pleasure. A hand travelled to her crotch and she slipped two fingers into herself with a loud moan. Glassy eyed, she slumped forwards, staring at Rave.

The Lightbearer bowed down, her glossy pink lips glistening in the artificial light. Anticipating what would come next, she closed her eyes.

Only to hear Rave’s voice next to her ear. “Would that be your first kiss?”

“Yeah-ssss,” Lee whispered back. She moaned, rubbing her cunt even quicker. “Just a little more…” she gasped.

“Look at me,” Rave demanded, one of her hands grabbing Lee’s chin. Obediently, the gamer girl opened her eyes. There was something new in the Lightbearer’s eyes, a sexual hardness. “Stop,” she commanded.

The domineering tone made Lee shiver and obey. “Fuck,” she cursed, as the sexual frustration hit her along the rush of wish fulfilment. “Please, mistress, I need to cum!”

“You really are a proper little pervert,” Rave hummed. “What videos did ya watch to pick that up, I wonder?” Lee would have turned red, had the lust and the panting not already made her as flush as could be. The left of the Lightbearer’s hands brushed over Lee’s sopping wet cunt, working her clit until her eyelids fluttered and stopped before the final bridge was crossed. “My tiger will get your first kiss,” the pink-haired woman decreed. “He’ll have your first everything. I won’t make ya cum tonight.” Moving her left to her mouth, Rave tasted Lee’s honey.

“I really need it!” Lee complained. “Why this torture?”

“’Cause it’s delightful, ‘cause ya enjoy it and ‘cause I think ya should be sober when ya fully lose yourself in our awesomeness,” Rave’s grinned. “For tonight though… I refuse to make ya cum, but I’ll allow ya to keep doing what you were doing.” She took her hand off Lee’s chin and little Miss Magus slowly dropped to her knees.

On the floor, centimetres away from Rave’s pussy, she resumed rubbing herself. This time, she wasn’t the only one. Dancing just a little, swinging her wide hips, the Lightbearer masturbated alongside the submissive young woman. “Can I cum?” Lee wanted to know, craving more of this new world of sexual interactions she just barely tapped into, yet knew so much about. “Please, can I cum, mistress?”

“No,” Rave denied, leaving Lee mewling. The leader of the harem rubbed her clit frantically, devouring the smaller woman with her eyes. No touching was involved, just sight and a power dynamic. “No,” Rave still denied, but her body quivered and when she was finally there, she said that blissful word, “Cum!”

Lee’s world turned into lightning and clouds. Gravity seemed like a distant concept. Convulsions wrecked her form and her field of view. Her fingers kept moving. She found herself on the floor, rapidly blinking. Rave stood above her, Nia now next to her, the two making out while the Lightbearer came. Still, Lee’s fingers moved. They moved even more rapidly, in fact, chasing this high that only aphrodisiac had ever allowed her to even approach.