Sex Doll Erotica Column | Chapter Two - The Dance Floor Tease
This is an erotic story inspired by the deadly sexy SY doll - Becky
Written by Tsenlyn
The tattoo was done, but the heat was just beginning to simmer. Jake wiped the ink from his hands, the sharp tang of antiseptic still clinging to his fingertips, and leaned against the counter, his dark eyes raking over Becky like a predator sizing up its prey. His voice came out low and rough, laced with lazy temptation: “Been at it all night, throat’s dry as hell. How about a drink nearby?” Becky stretched languidly, her tight top clinging to her sweat-damp chest, the deep valley of her cleavage glistening under the dim light. She ran her tongue over her dry lips, a faint smirk tugging at her mouth, voice husky: “Sure, lead the way.” They stepped out of the parlor, the night air hitting them with a mix of cool breeze and the greasy smoke of street-side barbecue stalls. It brushed against Becky’s bare thighs, raising goosebumps under her short skirt as it fluttered, teasing the curve of her ass. Jake’s heavy boots thudded against the cracked asphalt, a steady rhythm that echoed in her chest, his gaze shamelessly tracing her swaying hips like he was already peeling her apart in his mind.
Minutes later, they shoved through the door of a gritty corner bar, and the world exploded into a wall of sound—thumping bass slammed into their eardrums like a fist, vibrating through their bones. The air was thick and humid, a heady cocktail of booze, sweat, and cheap perfume stinging their noses, sharp enough to make Becky’s eyes water. The bar’s sticky wooden floor squelched underfoot, soaked with years of spilled beer, gleaming faintly in the flickering light. Neon tubes buzzed overhead, casting jagged streaks of crimson and indigo across the writhing crowd on the dance floor, turning bodies into smeared silhouettes of heat and motion. The electronic beat pulsed like a racing heartbeat, low frequencies rumbling up from the floor, tingling through her legs, and rattling her ribs. Jake muscled his way to the bar, ordering two shots of amber whiskey, the liquid sloshing in the glasses, releasing a sharp whiff of malt and oak with a smoky bite. He handed one to Becky, his rough fingers grazing her damp hand, the brief scrape of his calluses sparking a jolt up her arm. She tipped it back, the liquor torching a fiery path down her throat, bitter and sweet with a hint of caramel blooming on her tongue, heat pooling in her gut until her cheeks flushed red. Jake watched her lips glisten, his throat bobbing as he rasped, “Downing it like that, huh? Careful, you don’t end up on your knees.” Becky licked a stray drop from the corner of her mouth, her eyes narrowing with a sultry glint: “Wouldn’t that be perfect for you?”
A few rounds in, the alcohol hit like gasoline on a bonfire, their gazes smoldering with raw hunger. Becky grabbed Jake’s wrist, pulling him onto the dance floor, her sweat-slick palm sticking to his skin, fingers digging into the pulse pounding under his veins. The crowd was a sweaty, heaving mass, the air so damp it clung to their lungs, thick with the salty tang of perspiration and the faint musk of arousal. Her top was drenched, clinging like a second skin, outlining the deep plunge of her cleavage, her nipples stiffening into sharp peaks that danced under the flashing lights. The short skirt hugged her hips, swaying with every step, flashing the creamy insides of her thighs, soft flesh quivering with each move, begging to be touched. The music shifted to a heavier bassline, the beat hammering her chest like a fist, syncing with her racing pulse until her blood felt like it was boiling. She pressed against Jake, her breasts flattening against his rock-hard pecs, the damp fabric between them doing nothing to hide the heat radiating off his skin. Her ass grazed his crotch deliberately, slow and teasing, the rough denim scraping her skirt-covered thighs as she felt him harden, his bulge pressing into her crack with every subtle sway. She rose on her toes, lips brushing his ear, her hot breath laced with whiskey as she whispered, “You gonna touch me right here?” The words drowned in the roar of the music, but they sank into him like claws. Jake’s throat tightened, eyes darkening with lust, his big hand sliding to her waist, fingers tracing the sweat-soaked curve of her ass, slipping under her skirt’s hem to graze the tender skin of her inner thigh, squeezing hard enough to make her flesh spill between his fingers. “Keep teasing me, and I’ll fuck you right here right now,” he growled, his voice a gravelly scrape, hot air searing her ear until it tingled.
Becky giggled low, spinning to press her back against him, her ass grinding into his groin with a slow, filthy rhythm, like a private lap dance in the chaos. Her spine melted into his chest, sweat slicking their skin together, the wet friction of their clothes rasping faintly under the music. She could feel his cock throbbing through his jeans, hot and insistent, nudging her ass crack with every beat, branding her with its heat. Jake’s hand slid from her waist to her stomach, fingertips circling her navel, scraping a faint red line into her damp skin before pressing down hard just above her pelvis, the pressure sending a jolt of heat straight to her core. Her breaths quickened, head tipping back onto his shoulder, her sweat-matted hair sticking to his neck, the faint jasmine of her shampoo mingling with her salty scent, driving him wild. Her lips brushed his jaw, leaving a wet smear of spit, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his sweat, sharp and smoky on her palate, making her throat tighten with need. The crowd around them was a blur of heat and noise, bodies slamming together, sweat dripping to the floor in tiny splashes, oblivious to the line they were crossing.
Then her phone buzzed in her pocket, the vibration cutting through the bass like a saw, the screen lighting up with “Boyfriend.” She frowned, fishing it out, her fingers slick with Jake’s sweat, the leather-and-salt scent clinging to her skin. Jake smirked, saying nothing, his eyes mocking. She answered, voice lazy and dismissive: “Hey, yeah, just finished the tattoo, hanging out… I’m fine, don’t worry.” Her boyfriend’s voice crackled through, soft and concerned, clashing with the bar’s chaos: “It’s late, you okay on your own?” Becky bit her lip to stifle a laugh as Jake’s hand slid to her thigh, thumb tracing circles on the sensitive inner skin, slick with sweat, inching upward until his fingertips brushed her panties, finding them soaked. She choked back a gasp, rushing out, “Yeah, fine, gotta go!” and hung up, the phone nearly slipping from her grip. Jake chuckled darkly, leaning into her ear, his breath hot and whiskey-sharp against her damp neck: “That loser boyfriend of yours letting a hot piece like you run wild? Fucking idiot deserves to lose you.” His hand dipped lower, fingers hooking the edge of her panties, brushing the wet heat beneath, his laugh turning feral: “Shit, you’re already dripping.”
The final song hit its peak, the bass crashing like a tidal wave, shaking her tits with every pulse. Becky let go, spinning to kiss Jake’s jaw, her wet lips sliding over his skin, tongue lapping at the salty sweat beading on his neck, the taste of smoke and salt exploding in her mouth. She grabbed his wrist, nails digging into his damp skin, her voice a breathy pant: “Take me back to your place.” Jake’s eyes flashed with triumph, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he gripped her hand, dragging her through the crowd, his fingers leaving red marks on her wrist. They burst out of the bar, the night air hitting their fevered skin with a rush of gasoline fumes and distant barbecue smoke, doing nothing to cool the fire raging between them as they bolted back to the tattoo parlor.
---To Be Continued---
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