Disco Lives
“You’ve got to be out of your mind,” Dana said as she looked from one of her roommates to the other and then back again.
“No, why?” Hallie asked.
“Yeah why?” Jeanie asked.
“Why?” Dana mimicked back. “Why? Isn’t it obvious? Why? Because disco’s dead, you guys.”
The two girls looked at one another and then they looked back at Dana and it was as if neither one of them knew what she meant.
“You do know that disco is dead, don’t you?”
“Oh sure,” Hallie said.
“Of course,” Jeanie agreed.
Why didn’t she believe her friends, Dana wondered. Why? Actually, the why was fairly obvious. All you had to do was to look at them to see.
“You should come with us,” Hallie said.
“Yeah, you should come with us to the club,” Jeanie asked.
“You guys are crazy. I am not going to go to a disco club. No way. No how.”
“Oh come on,” Jeanie said. “It’ll be fun.”
“Yeah,” Hallie said. “It’ll be fun.”
“You guys are out of your minds,” Dana reiterated. “There is absolutely nothing fun about disco. Nothing, and there’s absolutely no way you’re going to get me to go there.”
“Okay,” Hallie said.
“Yeah. Suit yourself,” Jeanie agreed.
Dana couldn’t help but stare at her friends. Hallie and Jeanie were normally fairly intelligent girls. Okay, Hallie could sometimes be a fashion diva and Jeanie could sometimes be a bit on the ditzy side but come on. They had to know that disco was dead, didn’t they?
Well if they did, they were doing a good job at hiding that fact, and then Dana got it. It was a joke they were playing. It had to be. It was all a funny joke that they were playing on her and she’d almost fallen for it. She even laughed. “Okay, guys. Very funny.”
“Funny?” Jeanie asked.
“Funny?” Hallie mimicked.
“I got it,” Dana said. “The joke’s on me but I got it. You can let it go now.”
“Let it go?” Hallie asked.
Okay, there was a point where a joke was carried too far and they’d crossed that line but if that was the way they wanted to play it, then fine. Dana didn’t have to give in to what they wanted. “You want to go to your little disco club, you do it,” she told her friends.
She still didn’t believe they’d actually do it. Any moment, she thought they’d say that something had come up and that they couldn’t go but when Friday night came and her friends showed up ready to go out, Dana realized it wasn’t a joke. “You guys are really going to do it, aren’t you?”
“Do what?” Jeanie asked.
“Go out to that disco club?”
“Sure we are. Why? You want to come?”
“No!”
“Okay. Suit yourself,” and with that, her friends were gone.
“Did you have fun at your little disco club?” she asked her friends the next day.
“We sure did,” Hallie replied.
“Lots of fun,” Jeanie agreed.
“If you want to come,” Hallie said, “you can come too.”
“Yeah, we’d love to have you come to.”
Yeah right, Dana thought. Like that was going to happen. Geez. She thought her roommates had more sense than that.
And perhaps it might have died there if it weren’t for something that Kris had said to her.
It wasn’t like Kris and her were friends. Hell, they barely knew each other, but they did know each other.
Dana had stopped by the store on the way home. It wasn’t like she needed a lot but she was running low on shampoo and while she was there, she thought she’d pick up a new pack of sponges for the sink and a couple of other items as well.
“Hey,” Kris had said while the two of them stood in the check-out line together. “It’s Dana, right?”
“That’s right,” Dana had said, “and you’re Kris, right?”
“That’s right.”
The two women stood in the check-out line for a moment as if just that much of a conversation had exhausted everything they had to say to one another.
“Say,” Kris had said finally, “can I ask you something?”
“I guess,” Dana had answered noncommittally.
“I hope you don’t take this wrong, but ...”
Dana gritted her teeth and steeled herself for whatever was going to come next. Usually when someone said something like that, usually, it was because they were going to ask you something wrong.
“Have your roommates been acting weirdly?”
Dana could feel the hackles rising. “What? No. Hallie and Jeanie are fine. Why would you ask?”
“Oh. That’s good to hear. It was just that I was noticing something weird with Sammie, and I thought I’d ask.”
“Something weird with Sammie?” Sammie was Hallie’s best friend. “What’s wrong with Sammie?”
“She went to this disco club a little while back and now she’s like totally hooked on it. I was just wondering if maybe Hallie or Jeanie were acting the same way.”
Dana could feel her blood run cold. Of course that was exactly the case but she just couldn’t bring herself to tell Kris that. After all, it was none of her business if her roommates were acting the same way Sammie was. “Hallie and Jeanie are doing fine,” she said.
“That’s good to hear. Really, it’s very good to hear.”
The two women chatted for as long as it took to get them through the checkout line, but Dana’s mind wasn’t really in the conversation. It might not have been any of Kris’s business if there was anything wrong with her roommates, but Hallie and Jeanie were HER roommates. If there was something wrong, she owed it to them to find out what it was.
Of course, there still might not be anything wrong. Maybe Sammie had gone to the club with Hallie. Hell, that was probably actually the case and as close as the two of them were, it wouldn’t surprise Dana if Sammie and Hallie both liked the same thing.
But still, if there was any chance that anything was wrong, any chance at all, Dana was going to have to find out.
Hallie wasn’t home when Dana got back to the apartment but Jeanie was. She was watching TV when Dana arrived with her groceries. “Hey, you need help with that?” Jeanie asked.
“I’m good,” Dana said. “It’s not all that much.”
“That’s cool,” Jeanie said.
“Hey,” Dana said. “I was meaning to ask you something.”
“Sure. What do you want to know?”
“You guys going to that club again?”
“What? You mean the Disco Palace?”
Dana nodded. They hadn’t ever told her the name of the club before but she assumed that was the place. “Yeah, that one.”
“Me and Hallie are going this Friday. Why? You want to come?”
It made her skin crawl even to admit it, but she was going to have to check this place out, if only to make sure that there wasn’t something wrong with it. “Yeah,” she said. “I think maybe I do want to come.”
“That would be so cool. I know Hallie’s going to love having you there.”
Dana bit back what she really wanted to say. “So Friday then?”
“Yeah. Friday it is.”
Jeanie certainly was right. When Hallie found out that Dana was coming, she certainly did love it and she came right over to Dana’s room and she told her so.
All the rest of the week, the two roommates, Hallie and Jeanie practically flitted about the apartment until Dana finally had to make them stop. “I’m just going to wear some jeans and a nice top,” Dana had finally said.
“You can’t wear that,” Hallie said and Jeanie had quickly agreed. “You got to wear something that makes you look hot.”
“Are you saying I don’t look hot?” Dana said with just a hint of edge to her voice.
“N-n-no-o-o-o. It’s not that.”
“What is it then?”
“Well—”
“Well what?”
“You got to look hotter.”
“Why?”
“Because you want the boys to notice you.”
“What?”
“You want the boys to notice you. That’s why you got to do it.”
“I think the boys are going to notice me just fine.”
“Sure,” Hallie said but her words hardly sounded like she was all that convinced. “I guess you’re right.”
Friday night came and Dana had stood her ground but she’d modified things just a bit. She was wearing the tightest jeans she had and a pair of boots with four-inch heels and she had on one of her best tops. It was a silk top with a plunging neck line that always seemed to get the guys’ attentions. It was almost as if that top was saying you want to see what I got in here. Well, do you. Do you want to see it?
And even so, Dana had to admit her roommates were dressed even hotter. Not sluttier, not quite that, but definitely hotter.
It grated against Dana’s nerves to hear her roommates babbling away like teenage schoolgirls. Didn’t they know how stupid that made them sound and yet the answer to that was apparently not, because they just kept right on doing it or maybe they did know and they just didn’t care. Dana gritted her teeth. She knew they should have taken separate cars.
Just get in, find out what the hell was going on, and then just get out, Dana told herself yet again. That was all that she was here to do.
You could already hear the beat even as they approached the ticket office. The man behind the counter just looked at the three women and he waved them toward the door. “You can go in,” he said in a bored voice.
“What?” Dana asked. “We don’t have to pay?”
“Hot girls never have to pay,” Hallie said.
“Although I’m not sure what that has to do with her,” Jeanie added and that brought snickers from Hallie and Jeanie.
“Hey!”
“Yeah,” Hallie said. “Dana’s right. We said we weren’t going to tease her.”
“Sorry,” Jeanie said. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Hallie said.
“Well all right,” Dana relented.
The girls entered the club and Dana gritted her teeth. Disco music. Crap. She couldn’t believe she was actually here.
Hallie and Jeanie seemed to almost to start clapping their hands right from the moment they entered the place and their body’s started to swing to the beat. They certainly liked being where they were.
“We need to get out on the dance floor,” Hallie said.
“You said it,” her friend agreed. “I can’t wait.”
Almost as if on key, two John Travolta wannabes showed up in their black shirts and white suits. Did the girls want to dance, the guys asked. Of course they did, the girls told them, and with that, Dana watched her friends disappear out onto the floor.
That was weird, Dana thought now. She hadn’t noticed it at first but all the guys were dressed the same way. All were wearing black shirts and white suits. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t noticed that before but that couldn’t be natural. Maybe that was what Kris was talking about.
“You must be new here.”
Dana turned to find another of the Travolta wannabes standing there beside her only this guy totally carried the look off. Ordinarily, she would have told herself that white polyester was so passe, but not with this guy and that was when Dana remembered he’d said something to her. “What?” she said.
“I said you must be new here.”
“Y-y-yeah, I am,” Dana stammered, “but how could you tell.”
“You’re not wearing a dress.”
“Oh. Sorry,” and she was sorry. Why was she sorry, Dana wondered to herself, and yet, she was sorry.
“It’s not a problem,” the man said, “but you should wear a dress next time.”
“I will,” the girl said.
“That’s good.”
The man was going to leave. He was going to walk on by and that’s when Dana realized she didn’t want him to go. “Wait a minute.”
The man stopped. “Yes?”
What was she doing, Dana asked herself. Oh sure, she knew what she wanted to do, but ...
“Did you want something?” the man asked.
“I’ll bet you must hear this all the time,” Dana started out.
The man just stood there as if he was waiting for her to continue.
“I’ll bet you hear this all the time,” Dana started again. “I mean, I think you are so hot.”
Wait a minute, the girl told herself. Wait a minute. Was that really true? Was he really that good looking?
But of course he was. All she had to do was look at him and it was obvious. She hadn’t realized until just that moment just how hot a white polyester suit was but damn, the guy wore it well and damn it, she couldn’t believe just how hot it was to see a guy wearing gold chains. Of course he was hot.
The guy just stood there as Dana moved in closer.
“I know this much sound forward,” the girl said. “I mean, what with me not wearing a dress and all that, but I have to tell you you are the hottest guy I ever met.”
“You think so?”
“Mmm, I know so.” She let her hand slide inside the man’s jacket and almost as soon as she had her hand on his shirt and she could feel his body under her hand, she could feel herself getting even wetter. “I know so,” she purred. “You are so hot.”
The man chuckled. “What’s your name?”
“It’s Dana,” Dana said and for a moment, she frowned. Why didn’t that sound right to her?
“You new here?” the man asked.
“Huh?”
“Is this your first time at the club?”
“Oh. Yeah. It’s my first time,” the girl gushed. “My friends said I should come.”
“I’m glad they did,” the man said. “Have you had a chance to look around?”
Dana shook her head. “I just got here.”
“Well, my name’s Ron,” the man said. “Why don’t you have a look around and maybe we can hook up later.”
“No wait ...”
But it was too late. The guy was already walking away leaving Dana to stare after him and as he got farther and farther away, she found herself wondering just what the hell had come over her. Hell, she’d practically been ready to throw herself at the guy and even if he was hot, which now that she was thinking more clearly about it, she had to wonder why she’d thought that. She’d practically been ready to throw herself at the man and she was embarrassed. If he hadn’t pulled back, who knew what she might have done.
Dana turned back to look over the club. Damn it, she thought. She’d lost sight of her roommates while she’d been distracted by that Ron guy. They’d said they’d gone out to dance but as she looked towards the mass of bodies on the dance floor, she quickly realized that there wasn’t anyway she could find them out there.
Even without realizing she was doing it, she started to move her body to the beat but almost as quickly as she discovered what she was doing, she stopped herself. What the hell was she doing, she told herself. She couldn’t like this crap.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
Dana looked off to the side where a waitress was standing there and Dana couldn’t help but notice that the girl was wearing a very, short dress. “What?”
“I was wondering if I could get you something to drink?”
“Oh, um, yeah. I’ll have ... I’ll have a Tequila Sunrise.”
“Sure thing. Coming right up.”
Wait a minute, Dana thought. Why had she ordered that. She didn’t even like fruity little drinks like that.
And that’s when she realized her body was moving to the beat of the music again. Stop it, she told herself. She couldn’t be liking this crap.
Or maybe she did, her mind argued back. Maybe that was why she couldn’t stop herself from moving.
Dana shook her head. No. That wasn’t it.
Another of the Travolta wannabes wandered past and Dana couldn’t help but look at him lustfully.
What the hell was the matter with her?
And that reminded her. She’d come here with a purpose in mind. She was supposed to be there to find out if there was something wrong at the club, not checking out the guys.
And that’s when she noticed that her body was moving to the beat again.
Damn it, no. She wasn’t supposed to be doing this.
The waitress was back again. “I’ve got your drink,” the woman said.
“Oh thanks,” Dana gushed and then she chastised herself for that. She sounded so innocent when she talked like that, like her voice was all breathless, like she was finding everything new and amazing.
“Can I get you anything else?”
“I’m fine. No wait?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me something,” Dana asked. “How do you manage to keep yourself under control with all these hot guys around.”
The waitress smiled. “You want to know my secret?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t.”
“You don’t what?”
“I don’t keep myself under control,” the girl said. “When a guy wants me, I let him have me.”
“That’s so bad,” Dana said but why did her voice sound more impressed with the other woman’s solution.
“I gotta go,” the waitress said. “I think I see a guy who wants me.”
“Lucky!” Dana gushed and then almost immediately, she asked herself why she’d thought that.
Once more, she caught herself moving to the rhythm of the music. Stop it, she told herself. Stop it!
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
Dana looked up to find a man standing there looking at her. No wait. This wasn’t just any man. This was the same one who’d looked at her before. The guy had said his name was Ron but it was understandable if she didn’t recognize him right away because he was dressed like all the other guys. “Huh?”
“I asked if you were enjoying yourself.”
The beat of the music seemed to beat against her body. It almost made it so hard to think.
“Hey?” Ron asked.
“Hmm?”
“I asked if you were enjoying yourself.”
“I am now,” Dana gushed.
“Now?”
“I’m enjoying myself a whole lot better now,” the girl said, “now that you’re here, that is.”
Dana stepped closer to the man again. She would have thought it was weird if she’d even bothered to think about it, but it wasn’t like she was even hearing the music anymore. She wasn’t hearing it, but she was feeling it. It was like the music was inside her. It was like the beat was making her do something. It was making her do what she wanted to do.
Damn, she really liked a man in white polyester.
“I think you’re hot,” she said.
“You do, do you?”
Dana nodded. “Do you think I’m hot?”
“I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Well girls really should be in dresses.”
“I’m sorry,” Dana said.
“They just look so much hotter that way.”
“I’m sorry,” Dana said again and even as she did, she chastised herself for her silliness. How could she have been so dumb to not come in a dress, something hot, something that would show off her features.
“Next time maybe,” the man said and Dana nodded. She wouldn’t be so silly next time. Next time, she’d wear a dress.
“Is there a place where, is there a place where we could go?”
“Go?”
“You know. Somewhere a little more private?”
“A little more private?”
“Yeah. You know. You’re just so hot.”
“Hot?”
God, didn’t he get it. Hell, even that was making her pussy wetter. She loved the fact that he didn’t know how hot he was. “I really want to be with you,” she said as nestled closer.
“Be with me?”
She let her hand slide lower and then she let her hand slide down over the front of the man’s pants. Oh God, yes, she moaned to herself. It never occurred to her that she’d never been this forward before.
The man nodded knowingly. “Ah,” he said. “I think I see what you’re getting at.”
“So can we go somewhere please,” Dana pleaded. She knew she sounded needy but then she didn’t care how she sounded because she really was needy.
“I don’t know,” the man said.
“Don’t say no,” Dana pleaded. “Look. I’ll do whatever you want. All you have to do is ask.”
“Anything, huh?”
“Anything.”
“Would you suck my cock?”
“Baby, I’ll do whatever you want me to,” Dana said even though she’d never sucked a cock before. But if that was what Ron wanted of her, she was more than willing to give it up.
“No, I don’t think you understand. Would you suck my cock? Would you do it right here?”
“Right here?”
“Sure. Right here.”
“But I thought maybe we could go somewhere a little more private.”
“And I thought you said you’d do anything, but maybe anything doesn’t actually mean any-thing.”
“No, no. I’ll do it.”
“Forget it. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“No, no. I want to do it.”
“Are you sure?”
Was she sure? Of course she was sure. She’d never been as sure of anything in her whole life. She could feel the need building inside her. Damn, she needed to suck his cock.
“Well, if you’re sure,” the man told her.
She was so sure, Dana wanted to say, but even taking the time to say that would have distracted her from what she really wanted to do. She let herself drop to her knees and then her hands were stroking the front of Ron’s pants. Mmm yeah, she thought. It took a real man to wear a white polyester suit.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned as Dana took his cock in her mouth. “Oh fuck, that’s good.”
He liked it, Dana thought. It was the only thing that kept running through her mind. He liked it, and it he liked it, then she loved it.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. You’re going to make me cum.”
She’d never had a man do that to her before but now that he’d said it, it was like she couldn’t seem to think of anything else. She could feel the beat of the music. It was like her mouth was moving to that beat. She wanted to make him cum.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned again.
He was cumming. It had startled her. She hadn’t expected that but in the next instant, she was telling herself just how wonderful it was. It was a sign that she’d done a good job and she wanted to do a very good job.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned yet again.
And Dana never stopped licking and sucking. She wasn’t sure why but she knew she loved this guy’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “You keep doing that, you’re going to get me hard again.”
Finally, Dana pulled her mouth free and her hand stroked the man’s cock as she looked up at him. “You promise?” she asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“I think you know why,” Dana said.
“Maybe I do,” Ron agreed. “Why don’t you stand up.”
Dana stood.
“Why don’t you tell me what you want me to do.”
Dana found herself staring at the gold chains around the Ron’s neck. There was a time when she would have said that looked silly, a man wearing chains like that, but not now. They looked great on Ron. They made him look hot, and they made her even hotter.
“Tell me what you want,” the man said again.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“You do huh?”
Dana nodded. She did want it. She wanted it so bad.
“If that’s what you want, you need to turn around.”
Dana might have asked why but really, what was the point. He wanted her to turn around so of course, she wanted to turn around, too, and that’s when she felt the man’s hand on her ass.
“This is why you need to wear a dress,” the man said. “Wouldn’t it be better if I could reach up under your dress and cop a feel of this.”
It was funny, Dana thought, but until that very moment, she hadn’t realized just how right he was.
“Take your jeans down,” the man told her.
Of course. That was exactly what she wanted to do. She wasn’t sure if she’d had the idea before he’d suggested it, but did it really matter.
“Now, I’ll take the panties down.”
Oh God, yes. That was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to take her panties down.
Oh fuck, that felt good as she felt him slide his fingers between her legs. Maybe she wouldn’t have wanted just anyone to do that, but with him ... mmm ... she wanted him to know just how wet she was.
And then it wasn’t just his fingers between her legs and the best she could manage was a ragged “Oh yes.”
He wasn’t in her yet but he would be soon and Dana knew she couldn’t wait.
She didn’t have long to wait. Dana could feel the man’s cock right there at the entrance to her pussy and then he wasn’t just there at her entrance. Then, he was pushing his way inside.
“Oh fuck yeah,” she groaned.
The man just laughed. “You like this, don’t you?”
Like didn’t begin to cover it. Dana could feel the beat of the music battering against her just like that cock was battering her pussy and beat of that cock just took her higher and higher.
She couldn’t help but look at the people on the dance floor. She and Ron never had found that secluded place where they could go but now it didn’t seem to matter. All that really mattered was that cock in her pussy.
You understand now.
Dana wasn’t sure if it was the man speaking or if it was her own mind that was saying this to her but really, in the end, it didn’t matter.
You understand now, the voice said again.
Dana understood. It was so obvious. Her pussy was tied to this place. Her pussy was tied to the beat.
She was going to cum. She knew that. She was going to cum at the end of this song and she couldn’t wait for it to happen.
Yes, Dana thought as her pussy worked its way up to that final crescendo.
And here it was and her pussy was cumming right on cue. She couldn’t help but cry out and even as she did, she felt the man’s cock cum inside her and she knew right then and there that she loved the man’s cock.
She could feel the man pulling back but already the next song was starting and Dana could feel her pussy responding to the music. She wanted to tell the man no. She wanted to make him stick around but she knew that wasn’t going to happen, but that didn’t help her. The music was starting again, and with it came a renewed need between her legs.
But there were other guys, Dana told herself and she couldn’t help but move herself to the music. They had to find her, Dana told herself, and if they didn’t find her, maybe she’d have to find them.
It wasn’t until closing time when the three friends finally got back together again. One look was all it took before Hallie said, “It looks like someone certainly enjoyed herself.”
“Yeah,” Jeanie echoed. “Someone enjoyed herself.”
“What?” Dana said with as much innocence as she could muster.
“Look at you,” Hallie said. “You’re a mess.”
“Yeah,” Jeanie agreed. “A mess.”
“You guys.”
“We’re just teasing you,” Hallie said.
“Yeah,” Jeanie agreed. “We’re just teasing.”
“But now you know why you should wear a dress, don’t you?”
Did she ever? She hadn’t realized how important it was before but now she knew. Guys had to have access to her pussy and they had to have access whenever they wanted it.
“So you ready go, Dana?”
“That’s not my name.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Dana’s so stuffy,” Dana said. “I think I need a new name. I think I need a better name, a cuter name.”
“Okay. What’s your new name?”
“My name’s Danni,” she said.
“Oh my God,” Hallie gushed. “That’s such a totally cool name.”
“Yeah,” Jeanie agreed. “That’s totally cool.”
“Now do you understand why we like disco so much?”
“I totally get it,” Danni gushed. “It’s so cool.”
“It is, isn’t it?”
Danni nodded enthusiastically. It certainly was and there was one thing that was certain. She couldn’t wait to come back her again.
She loved disco.