The music that blared in this dump of a nightclub was as boosted and obnoxious as Rida could imagine, droning out chatter from anyone not sitting or standing within a few feet of her, pounding bass and inane lyrics violating the ears of everyone trying to find some sense of enjoyment among the chaos of sweaty, bumping bodies and the assault of blinding, flashing lights, flicking on and off to the overwhelming beat. On the surface, she hated going to places like this, not a fan of the atmosphere and most of all the people. Everything about crowded, nauseating clubs like this made her skin crawl, and the clientele of such establishments was usually little more than the types she preferred to avoid, the pompous, self-absorbed sort that cared for little aside from their vanities and whatever could make them happy in that exact moment.

And it was for those very reasons that this club was one of her favourite haunts.

Despite her distaste for practically every facet of the nightclub experience, Rida was able to ignore all of that in favour of the one benefit that they offered her: a ready source of potential partners for passion-filled one night stands, and even sometimes, deliciously squirmy snacks as well. If there was one thing Rida admitted she shared with the average nightclub patron, it was the pursuit of pleasure, and she wasn’t overly picky about who she experienced it with. And if she did hook up with someone she found acceptable, and wasn’t satisfied or completely sated with how things went, they could easily go from a sexual partner to a sensually struggling treat, gliding down her throat and providing her the perfect euphoric aura to drift off to sleep in as they digested inside her churning gut.

That goal was, as usual, her reason for coming back here tonight, where the plump blue-haired woman found herself seated on a leather stool at one of the club’s bars, smirking at her reflection in the glass countertop and at the throngs of people clustered together behind her, illuminated in the dizzying tempest of glaring lights. They were all busy enjoying themselves, looking to have the time of their lives, just like her. It just so happened that most of their ideas of a good time varied from hers in one crucial way, a fact that Rida had long since made peace with.

Really, who would miss any of these people? she thought to herself, idly tracing her finger around the rim of the glass in front of her, eyes lifting to glance to her side, toward another crowded area of partygoers. I’m not going after anyone who doesn’t deserve it. If they end up stewing in my stomach, that’s just where they belong…

A sudden, awkward bump jerked Rida out of her listless thoughts, someone behind her colliding with her shoulder and shaking the drink in her hand, though a steady grip prevented any of it from spilling. Losing her smirk, Rida turned her head to look at this transgressor, who more times than not were either a bumbling oaf or a drunken airhead who couldn’t care less where they were going. This time was a bit different, however, as the person Rida set her gaze on was neither, but instead a bespectacled woman in a cute red dress, meeting Rida’s eyes with a look of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry about that! Didn’t mean to!” she apologized, clutching a purse over her shoulder with both hands. “It’s so crowded in here, and I’m trying to find someone… I really didn’t mean it, promise.”

“… Oh, it’s fine,” Rida replied reassuringly, flashing a small, charming smile. “Trust me, it happens. Can’t really avoid it in a mosh pit like this.”

The woman smiled back at Rida, still just a tad embarrassed but showing a sense of friendly relief. Taking a quick glance around at the surrounding masses, her smile faded for a moment as she reached into her purse, pulling out a phone and tapping the screen a couple of times with her thumb.

“He’s not answering… who knows if he’s even here yet,” she mumbled to herself, before smiling at Rida again and stepping to the empty stool beside her. “Sorry, you don’t mind if I sit here, right?”

“Even if I did, I can’t stop you,” Rida smirked, moving a hand and giving the seat a light tap. “Knock yourself out, sweetheart.”

With a quick laugh, the woman grinned in thanks, setting her phone down on the bar before sitting down, moving her purse into her lap and letting out sigh that echoed with relieved tension. As the woman absently rubbed her back, Rida took a moment to give her a proper once-over. She was of average height, shorter than Rida, with dark skin, chin-length black hair styled in a trendy-looking bob cut. She wore a pretty yet unspectacular silver necklace atop her dress, and her black-rimmed glasses sat just a bit low on her nose. While it was hard to tell for certain in the wildly changing lights of their surroundings, Rida guessed that her eyes were a shade of brown. Her figure was also fairly average, not on the chubby side like Rida, but also not thin nor athletic, yet she filled out that dress of hers nicely regardless, her outfit doing well to highlight the curves she did have. Her overall wardrobe, while not out of place in a club like this, almost seemed a bit too fancy, as in Rida’s eyes she would look more at home attending something like a casual fundraising dinner than this trashy dive.

Noticing that the woman was looking back at her again and was clearly aware that Rida was eyeing her all over, Rida’s smile grew slightly as she lifted her gaze to meet hers. Not backing down and making the moment awkward, she kept her smile and raised her eyebrows slightly, in an oh so subtle show of approval. Catching the change in Rida’s expression and blinking in surprise, the woman flashed a submissive grin, breaking the eye contact herself and turning her attention back to her phone.

Oh yeah, this one is CUTE, Rida mused in her thoughts, eyes narrowing a tad. Friendly and cheerful, easy to fluster, and adorable to boot… Funny to run into her here of all places, but a good find is a good find.

“Looks like I might be waiting a while…” the woman muttered at her phone, closing her eyes before turning off the screen. Swiveling on the stool to better face Rida, she smiled once more in a welcoming way, extending one of her hands to her. “My name’s Connie. Connie Green.”

Glancing to Connie’s outreached hand in an amused way, Rida nonetheless took it, shaking her hand and winking at her playfully.

“Full name and a handshake? I think you might be in the wrong joint, Connie,” Rida teased. “Whatever. I’m Rida.”

“Eheh, sorry, it’s just habit,” Connie admitted, grinning sweetly as they both lowered their hands. “I don’t come to these types of places a lot and working in an office has me used to formalities, is all.”

“Nothing wrong with any of that, trust me,” Rida encouraged. “There’s not a lot to be gained in dumps like this, and the world could always use more manners.”

Replying with a quick, sweet-sounding laugh, Connie turned her attention away for a moment as the bartender approached her, giving Rida a moment to down the rest of her drink and order another. With the bartender turned away to make both of their orders, Rida cupped her hands beneath her chin, turning her head back to Connie with a look of playful curiosity.

“But then again, if you don’t come to places like this often, what are you doing here tonight?” Rida asked. “Meeting someone, from the sounds of it.”

“Oh, yeah,” Connie smiled and nodded. “This guy I’m seeing. He said he wanted to meet here tonight. It was his idea, so I don’t know why he’s not here yet, not to mention not answering me…”

“Ahhh…” Rida replied, smile fading just a bit at the mention of a partner.

Watching the bartender slide her new drink in front of her, Rida separated her hands, grabbing her drink with her right hand while keeping her chin propped up on the knuckles of her left as she sipped casually. Watching as Connie was handed her drink, Rida’s eyes lingered on the woman’s smile of anticipation before she sampled her cocktail too, Rida’s mind already considering alternatives.

Seeing someone… that makes this complicated. Dang it, and she’s so cute too… she thought, keeping her disappointment hidden from her face. Maybe she and this guy would both be down to play…? I’d have to see this guy first, but nothing ventured, nothing gained…

“What about you, Rida? You called this club a dump,” Connie noted with amused curiosity. “Sounds like you don’t enjoy being here either.”

“Like it or not, this is still a good way to meet people,” Rida countered, leaning back on the stool. “Like you. If I hadn’t come here, I wouldn’t have had a sweet little minx bump into me. Tonight’s already been worth it for that alone.”

“O-Ohhhh,” Connie blinked, momentarily struck by surprise before leaning toward Rida a bit, doing her best to match Rida’s smirk. “What’s with the flattery? I just told you, I’m waiting for someone.”

“And so what? I should lie? Dismiss your question with a fake answer?” Rida grinned, eyes narrowing again in an alluring manner. “What’s the point in that? You asked why I’m here. Simple, cuties like you, that’s why. Besides, you’re the one talking to me, sweetheart. I didn’t go introducing myself first. That was all you.”

“I… I’m just being friendly, y’know?” Connie countered, trying to keep her smirk, yet the dilation of her eyes and a subtle parting of her lips were enough for Rida to tell her praise was doing its job. “I’ve never been here before, and you looked like a friendly face.”

“Well then, I’m glad I’ve got this friendly face,” Rida chuckled, raising her glass again for another casual sip. “But if you’re saying my flattery is making you uncomfortable, I can stop. The last thing I want is to come across like another one of the many dickheads here.”

“Ah! No, I don’t mind,” Connie blinked, raising her free hand. “You’re just being friendly too, really. Besides, it’s… nice to hear you say that, even if we literally just met. So, thanks…”

Responding to Connie’s words with a warm smile, Rida silently raised her glass toward her, and Connie, her grin returning, quickly lifted her cocktail as well, clinking it against Rida’s. Taking another sip, Rida kept her eyes locked onto Connie’s, the bespectacled cutie not breaking eye contact this time, but her eyes visibly dilated once more, a sight that instilled a growing sense of confidence in the chubby scientist. As Rida lowered her glass, however, movement behind Connie caught her attention, a hand grabbing one of her shoulders and making the dark-skinned woman jerk a bit, lowering her glass with a quiet cough.

“Wha…” she began, turning around before smiling in surprise. “Oh, Jaxon, you made it!”

Casually glancing up at the man who was undoubtedly the one Connie was waiting for, Rida’s expression changed from relaxed and flirtatious to dull disapproval. The man wasn’t unattractive, far from it, but that was part of the problem. His dyed, gelled blond hair, thin and wispy goatee, black tank top and muscles that glistened with sweat in the club’s flashing lights gave off the immediate impression of a pompous jerk, and his cocky expression and provocative gaze only worked to enforce that perception. But what was also immediately noticeable to Rida was a scent, not of cologne or body spray or anything matching this stereotypical meathead persona, but of unmistakable flowery, feminine perfume, so recognizable that it caused Rida’s nostrils to flair and her brow to furrow.

“Of course I did, baby,” he replied, sliding his hand down from Connie’s shoulder, along her back, to her waist, giving it a squeeze. “I just got held up.”

“You just said you’d be here by nine, and I’ve never been here, that’s all,” Connie nodded, glancing down at his hand as her smile betrayed a hint of awkwardness. “And I’ve been trying to get in touch with you, but…”

“I said I got held up. Shit happens. Can’t be glued to my phone either,” Jaxon defended, leaning in close to Connie, still wearing his sultry smile that made Rida cringe. “Point is I’m here now and that’s what you wanted, right?”

“Well, yeah…” Connie conceded, opening her mouth to continue speaking, only to hesitate, confusion flashing in her eyes as her nostrils flared, just like Rida’s.

“… What’s with that face?” Jaxon asked, his smile vanishing.

“Jaxon, what… what is that I’m smelling?” Connie questioned, her doubt clearly audible. “Is that, like… some kind of—”

“I dunno what you’re smellin’,” Jaxon interrupted, his tone suddenly blunt. “Who knows what the hell you’re smellin’ in a club like this.”

Her smile completely absent now, Connie appeared as though she wanted to inquire further, but with Jaxon leaning over her from behind, his grip on her waist tightening, she simply swallowed, choosing to say nothing. Sighing to herself and setting her drink down with an audible clack, Rida tilted her head toward the newcomer, resting one of her hands beneath her chin again.

“Maybe you could tell her why you ‘got held up’ hmm?” Rida suggested simply. “It’s the least you could do after making her wait.”

Blinking and frowning, as though unaware there was anyone paying attention to him or Connie, Jaxon looked to Rida with an incredulous glare, as if anyone had dared to try and contradict what he had said.

“The fuck are you?” he snapped. “You got no part of this, fatty. Piss off.”

Rida didn’t give Jaxon the pleasure of any major reaction beyond a single eyebrow raise as she picked up her drink again. Connie, however, did, jerking in shock at her partner’s bluntness, a look of disapproval flaring up as she leaned back from him.

“Hey, Jaxon, come on!” she protested, wrenching his attention back to her. “That wasn’t called for! Don’t be like that!”

“… Yeah, of course baby,” Jaxon backed down, a tiny, shit-eating grin spreading on his lips. Letting go of Connie, he leaned in between her and Rida, putting one of his hands on the bar and looking Rida in the eyes. “Sorry bout that, I get a little uppity sometimes. So please, just get lost, ‘kay? We’re busy.”

Rida could hear another protest from Connie behind Jaxon, but this time didn’t pay any attention to it. Not backing down from his stare, she tilted her head slightly, bringing her drink back to her lips and downing the rest of it in a single swig. Then, setting it down for the final time as she stood up from her stool, she gave him an enticing smirk, lightly biting her lip for a second as her eyebrows lowered.

“Since you asked so nicely, sure,” she chimed, not a hint of annoyance or anger coming across in her tone. Finally breaking her staring contest with Jaxon, Rida looked around his arm to Connie, raising her hand in a cheerful wave. “It was nice meeting you, Connie. Make sure he shows you a good time, alright? Just enjoy each other’s company tonight.”

Catching an apologetic look on Connie’s face, Rida nonetheless turned away from the couple, spying another area of the nightclub that wasn’t as crowded and making her way toward it, bass blasting in her eardrums and droning out any possible final words from either of them.

That’s the one, Rida thought, unable to keep back a wry smile as she pushed her way through the crowd. Now I just have to look for an opening.

Rida knew a perfect opportunity when she saw one.

She had been lingering in the nightclub for close to an hour since leaving her seat at the bar, idly mingling and blending in with the masses, all the while keeping her sights on them. While it wasn’t always easy to observe what they were doing, and certainly impossible to hear anything they were saying, Rida had gained a rather good understanding of their dynamic regardless. While Connie looked as though she was trying to have a good time, she clearly didn’t feel overly comfortable among the sweaty throngs of people packed into the club, and Jaxon was doing nothing to help matters. The only times his focus was on her were when Connie was quite literally grabbing for his attention, trying to speak with him and pull his attention away from some other passing sight he found more captivating, or when they were dancing with one another, Jaxon eagerly grinding their waists together, or his crotch against her butt, his hands running all over her sides, back and front. That was yet another thing about him that did not escape Rida’s notice; despite his constantly drifting attention, not even trying to disguise his attempts to gawk at any other attractive woman that caught his fancy, his mannerism and body language around Connie was incredibly possessive, almost never taking a hand off of her, lecherous or otherwise. So when that contact was finally broken, Connie making her way back to the bar as Jaxon headed for the club’s entrance, reaching into his pocket for something on the way, Rida smiled to herself as she pursued her target.

Stepping back out into the brisk, clear air outdoors, Rida felt a sense of relief in her ears, the constant, ceaseless pounding of the music inside now largely droned out. Casually scanning her surroundings, she spotted Jaxon a short ways away, standing nearby a couple of other people in a designated smoking area, though he wasn’t interacting with any of the others. Leaning against the brick wall of the club, he had a lit cigarette resting between his lips as he held his phone casually in one hand, a smirk spreading on his face as he read whatever was on the screen. With a quick glance to the club’s entrance, not seeing any signs of Connie, a sultry grin appeared on Rida’s lips as she rolled her shoulders back casually, walking towards Jaxon as he began tapping his phone with his thumb.

Not having seen Rida approach, Jaxon gave a startled blink as a pair of feminine fingers plucked the cigarette from his mouth, staring at Rida with pure bewilderment as she maintained her grin, eyebrows raising in a silent greeting. Bringing the cigarette to her mouth and taking a slow drag, Rida closed her eyes, hiding any possible amusement she may have shown as she heard Jaxon’s annoyed retort.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he growled. “You’re that chick from before…”

Opening her eyes slowly, Rida casually exhaled a cloud of smoke in Jaxon’s direction before returning to her grin. Lifting the cigarette slightly again, she wiggled it back and forth between her fingers, a knowing glint flashing in her eyes.

“You know, stud, if you had just sucked a couple of these back before you came here, you might not have still smelled like the last skank you were knocking boots with,” Rida noted as she offered it back to him.

“Didn’t I say you got no part of this?” Jaxon grunted, swiping the cigarette back. “You got no business with me, so piss off.”

“Oh, on the contrary,” Rida replied, taking a step closer and not so subtly sidling up to him. “You’re exactly what I’ve been looking for tonight…”

Rida, being on the tall side, still found herself looking up a bit at Jaxon as she pushed up against his side, her shoulder touching the wall as her breasts pressed lightly against his upper arm, her waist lighting pushing against his hip. Not breaking eye contact with Jaxon once again, Rida watched with great internal satisfaction as the irritation on his face faded, the confusion remaining but now partnered with a hint of curiosity.

“What?” was all he managed to say.

“Come on, that girl in there might be blind, but I know what you’re all about,” Rida continued, casually grabbing one of Jaxon’s wrists. “Life’s too short to put a cap on having fun. You gotta grab every opportunity you see. She might want to keep you all to herself, but that’s not your style, that’s not the way you live. Why limit yourself to just one, when there’s so many other hot bitches out there that are just aching to get a taste of your fat cock? In fact, you’re probably talking to another one right now, aren’t you?”

“… Listen, you’re…” Jaxon began, pausing as he eyed his arm being slowly squeezed between Rida’s chest. “… I dunno if you’re, uh…”

“It’s exhilarating too, isn’t it?” Rida continued, a naughty fire in her eyes. “When you’re with someone, fucking their brains out, and there’s some other dumb slut just waiting for you… I know the feeling, trust me. That feeling of power, that you’re the one in demand, that everyone craves you… And most of all, knowing that whenever you want that pleasure, you can find someone to give it to you… That’s why you’re just what I’ve been waiting for tonight…”

Jaxon didn’t respond, his eyes darting from Rida’s enticing stare, his arm which Rida continued to wedge tighter between her generous bosom, to the sensation of her crotch slowly and discreetly grinding into his hip. As his gaze returned to meet Rida’s, his face a wild mix of various emotions, Rida narrowed her eyes, playfully biting her lip again, just like before when she was face to face with Jaxon in the club.

“I’ve seen the way you’ve been checking out every chick in this dump,” Rida whispered, leaning in close enough for Jaxon to feel her heated breath on his neck, and lifting her hand from his wrist to gingerly cup his bearded chin. “There’s no way you’re tuckered out after that little rendezvous earlier. And do you really think little Miss Business in there is gonna give you what you deserve? We both know the answer to that… So why don’t you take me around back… get those shorts off… and shove that cock in me like the fat whore I am?”

Smiling slyly as her words sunk in, Rida waited as Jaxon visibly processed everything she had just said, his eyes dilated, lips slowly parting as her thumb rested gently on his chin. Finally, he returned her smile with a tiny smirk of his own, turning off his phone and casually flicking his cigarette away.

“What the hell,” he shrugged, his smirk growing. “Show me what you’ve got, baby, and I’ll show you what I’m packing.”

Flashing a toothy grin, Rida stepped away from Jaxon, letting her fingers stroke his jawline one last time before stepping around him, ample hips swaying. Walking to the corner of the building, she looked over her shoulder and gave him a light wave as he quickly pocketed his phone, hurrying to catch up to her. As the two of them left the prying eyes of everyone lingering outside the club, strolling into the nearby alley side by side, Rida exhaled in anticipation as she felt Jaxon’s hand slap onto her butt, squeezing her cushiony cheek beneath her jean booty shorts.

Oh, dear Jaxon, Rida thought to herself, barely able to contain her excitement. There’s rarely anyone as perfect for this as you…

Walking into a separate alley together, fully hidden from any possible spectators on the streets or sidewalk, Rida turned to face her stud, while at the same time she felt his tight grasp on her ass disappear. Placing both hands on her shoulders, Jaxon quickly pinned against one of the alley walls, grinning wildly with arousal, already barely able to contain himself now that they were alone.

“You talk a big game, baby,” he whispered, his eyes narrowed, practically mirroring Rida’s gaze. “Now can your tongue still keep up when you’re not running your mouth?”

“Ohohoho, I assure you, my tongue will be more than you can handle,” Rida countered, raising both of her hands, one to playfully grab at the strap on Jaxon’s tank top, the other to pinch the blue heart adorning her choker. “And that’s just the start…”

“Yeah?” Jaxon replied breathily, leaning in closer.

“Oh yes. See, it’s like I told you,” Rida began, her grin slowly morphing to an almost sinister smile. “I know what you’re all about, and you’re exactly what I’ve been looking for tonight… A worthless, soulless piece of human trash.”

Eyes lighting up at the sudden look of confusion on Jaxon’s face, and literally from the burst of blue light shining from her neck, Rida couldn’t help but let out a quick laugh before the glow dissipated. Staring down at the ground in front of her as her tongue slowly traced her lips, she basked in the initial feeling of triumph for just a moment, ignoring the nearly inaudible startled cries at her feet before reaching down to claim her prize.

Rida wasn’t surprised to see Connie standing outside the nightclub. Clutching her purse strap with both hands again, the woman’s glasses sitting just a little low on her nose as she turned her head from side to side. Rida knew who she was looking for and was personally a little relieved to see that there wasn’t worry in her expression. There was sadness there, and confusion, with maybe some dashes of irritation, but at the very least Rida couldn’t pick up on any concern on Connie’s face. That at least stopped any possible traces of guilt in their tracks before they could even manifest.

As she walked back to the club’s entrance, Rida moved her hand away from her plump stomach, exposed between her skimpy yellow top and booty shorts, forcing her mind not to dwell on the euphoric sensations coming from within. This night wasn’t finished just yet. Connie still needed her attention, whether she knew it or not. When she turned her head back in Rida’s direction, however, and a tiny, surprised smile appeared on her lips, Rida was the tiniest bit surprised herself to feel her heart flicker, once again struck by how cute this woman was.

“Oh, Rida!” she exclaimed, moving a few paces forward and closing the rest of the distance between them. “I’m glad you’re here. Have you seen Jaxon anywhere?”

“Hrrmm,” Rida replied in a half-sigh, not bothering to hide any distaste in her tone. “I’m pretty sure I saw him step outside earlier. Why, did he vanish on you again?”

“Yeah…” Connie nodded, almost reluctant to say it. “I’ve been texting him again too, but once again, no response…”

“Seems to be a recurring trend,” Rida noted, folding her arms beneath her chest. “Also seems like he’s got other things on his mind than you.”

“… Yeah…” Connie repeated, slower this time, her head tilting downward. “It does… seem like that…”

Sighing slowly, Rida frowned in a sympathetic way, a momentary silence hanging between the two women.

“Connie, I may have just met you, but even I can tell that you’re WAY too good for a guy like Jaxon,” Rida said encouragingly. “You can see that too, can’t you?”

“… I know, it’s just… I dunno, he gave me attention, made me feel nice, at first…” Connie replied, her voice sounding reminiscent. “We’ve only gone out a handful of times, but he already doesn’t seem to pay me any mind anymore. Not to mention…”

“You don’t have to say it,” Rida stopped her. “We both know what that guy’s been up to.”

“I do. I’m not stupid,” Connie agreed, shaking her head. “Heck, that’s probably what he’s run off to do again.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest,” Rida nodded, holding back the tiniest proud smirk.

“Why am I wasting my time with someone like that?” Connie asked herself, squeezing her purse strap tighter and stomping her foot once. “I don’t have to settle! I’m smart, I’m sweet, I’m fun to be around! Who cares if places like this aren’t my style? Who cares if there’s people out there who would rather chase tail than really get to know me? Because there’s bound to be people that DO see and appreciate who I am and DO want to get to know me! I don’t need to waste my time on someone who so obviously doesn’t really care about me! Am I right?”

Rida blinked a few times as she unfolded her arms, taken by genuine surprise for the first time in the night and clearly showing it. This time, she let a proud smile show, though it was a far different kind of pride than the one she stifled just moments before.

“I’m going to be honest, Connie, I was ready to give you a similar spiel myself,” Rida confessed, her smile spreading. “But I’m really happy that I don’t have to. You’re a smart, tough girl, and you know it.”

“Heh… thanks…” Connie grinned back, a bit of embarrassment showing, but her sweet, energetic smile was fully genuine. “Yeah, I guess that was me letting out what I had been thinking all night, since I showed up to this… place.”

“I’m glad,” Rida chimed kindly, moving one of her hands to gently hold Connie’s shoulder, an act that made the bespectacled woman blink, her smile twitching but not faltering. “Just forget about Jaxon. Forget about anyone like Jaxon. Like you said, you deserve someone who actually wants to know you.”

“Mhmm,” Connie hummed cutely. “Thank you, Rida.”

“And speaking of which…” Rida continued, letting go of Connie’s shoulder. “Do you mind if I ask for your number? Or maybe you want mine?”

Shaking with a sudden jolt, Connie blinked several times at Rida, her glasses sliding further down her nose as though to accentuate her surprise.

“Ehh?” she managed to reply. “My number?”

“Yep,” Rida confirmed, smiling sweetly. “I told you earlier, meeting you made tonight worth it. And while I’m happy that we met in a place like this, I’d love to take you out somewhere else, somewhere you’ll actually enjoy. What do you say?”

“I… I…” Connie stuttered, surprise still dominating her expression, but just for a moment longer, a beaming grin breaking through. “Yeah! Absolutely! I’d love that! I’ll grab my phone, and you can tell me!”

Quickly fumbling for her phone in her purse, Connie pulled it out and looked back to Rida with cheerful radiance as the chubby woman smiled back, reciting her number and feeling a hint of relief. Eagerly tapping her phone screen with both thumbs, Connie nodded to herself once before tapping it a final time, Rida feeling her own phone buzz in her pocket a moment later. Taking it out and turning it on to see the message, Rida couldn’t help but giggle at the words she saw there.

Hey, it’s Connie! You made my night too! <3

“… You’re adorable,” Rida laughed, quickly tapping her phone and sending multiple hearts back at her, before looking at her beaming smile again. “We’ll talk more tomorrow, if that’s fine with you, okay? Wherever you want to go, I’m game.”

“Sounds great!” Connie agreed, also letting out a quick giggle at Rida’s texted response. “I’ll let you know. I’ve got a couple ideas already!”

“Perfect,” Rida grinned. “I’ll see you whenever we decide, sweetheart.”

With a friendly, finger-wiggling wave, Rida shared one last smile with Connie before turning around, pocketing her phone and walking away from the nightclub, heading in the direction of her car. After only a few paces, her hand found its way back to her stomach, giving her chubby gut a small squeeze, a quiet, pleasured breath escaping as she did so.

“There we go…” Rida whispered, her hand beginning to rub her belly in slow, smooth circles. “You both found a fitting end to the night. Isn’t that poetic?”

Reaching her car after a few minutes of walking, Rida found herself actually hurrying to get inside, sitting down with a relieved huff and swiftly closing her door before giving her belly a firm squeeze with both her hands, her right hand kneading the cushiony flesh around her belly button while her left hand rested right above where her stomach truly lay, moaning quietly at the feeble sensations she could still feel within.

“You might be pathetic trash, Jaxon, but maybe I was just a bit harsh when I called you worthless,” Rida noted as her content, predatory smile slowly grew. “Despite all that gel and sweat, you didn’t taste half bad, and your squirms and struggles feel wonderful too… so you’re at least good for getting me off before my gut is done digesting you.”

Though it was tough to say for certain, Rida imagined the sudden increase in movement she could feel inside herself was a form of protest to what she had just said. Grinning in anticipation, she slid her right hand down from her pudge, popping the top button on her booty shorts and slipping beneath the waistband of her panties, moaning again in delight at the wetness she already felt there.

“Keep fighting until I’m finished, or until I’ve fully broken you down, and I promise I’ll take better care of Connie than you ever did,” Rida taunted breathily, her right hand teasing herself as she spoke to her hidden prey. “Do we have a deal?”

Chuckling softly, Rida pushed down a bit more with her left hand, soaking up every little sensation she could feel as her prize struggled for all he was worth. Slipping a pair of fingers past her moistening folds and gasping in delight, Rida leaned back in her seat, her eyes falling shut as she gave in to euphoric bliss.