You're Invited. To a UV Rave. [Open]

[ethanbialecki]

For an event so well known, there had been almost no advertising. The venue located in an old warehouse near the docks that had been renovated purposefully for such an event. And yet it had drawn quite a large local crowd - to the displeasure of some.

Everybody that pays the entry fee receives a free glass of champagne and a small bottle of UV paint in their prefered colour upon entry.

 

Throughout there are bars serving a vast variety of drinks and 'paint stations' complete with brushes and vast arrays of coloured UV paints. Allowing clubbers to be as creative with their ideas... or just plain messy as they wish.

There are two DJs, playing in different sections, one with the more traditional 'Electronic Dance' style of music, the other playing a selection of requests and popular classics.

It's designed to be a night the people of Siren Cove will remember - or forget if they choose to drink enough.



(OOC: I realise we have quite a few people on hiatus. Please feel free to join in even if you're late. Tag whoever you want, take who you like and have a lot of fun. Below I have included a couple of playlists - but I have terrible tastes in music so feel free to find your own playlists as backing inspiration)

UV Rave: The Club Anthem Mix from hitchhikingon on 8tracks Radio.

UV Rave: The EDM Mix from hitchhikingon on 8tracks Radio.

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[weatherornot]

The guy was definitely going on her "don't bother fucking again" list if he couldn't even manage to say her name, but right now she'd definitely get what she wanted out of him. Reaching back with her free hand she ran her fingers through his hair and hissed as he used his teeth.

"Fuck you're so hard," she gasped as she slammed down on him again. "So big up inside."

[bachjones]

"Just .." He covered her hand with his, his other reaching for her tits. "Get off for me. Come for me, hard."

Bach realized it had been too long that he had seriously fucked a girl, but the boobs part made everything better. And he could get breakfast somewhere else.

[weatherornot]

"Yesss, so close!" she told him, grinding down faster, rubbing her clit more. She wanted to come, she needed to get off in the worst way and his hands and his encouragement were definitely helping.

"Fuck you make it so good, Jones."

[bachjones]

That name didn't fit the surroundings, and Bach laughed. One day he wasn't going to be thinking with his dick. He pulled her against him to feel the pressure build inside her, tried to shut up his thoughts.

His free hand played with her nipples, twisting them between hsi fingers. "D- shit, doing not so bad either."

[weatherornot]

"Want you to come too, oh fuck I hope you're close, I- Yes!"

It was too much in the best way, how she rode his cock and her fingers played with her clit, all of that on top of the guy playing with her nipples pushed her over the edge. She clenched tight around him, body shuddering in pleasure as she felt the orgasm rip through her.

[bachjones]

"Fucki-"

Bach was surprised she didn't bash his head in or did some other wild, out of control move, that would hurt him in any way.

He let go as well, embracing her for a few last thrusts before falling back. "O-kay. Sorry." He let her go. "Jesus."

[weatherornot]

"Fuck that was good," she said, panting as she tried to catch her breath. She felt a bit dizzy from it all, but in the best possible way. There was something about getting that first rushed, aching-to-have-it orgasm out of the way.

[bachjones]

"Yeah, got that out of your system?"

He liked how warm and heavy she was on top of him, and he relaxed a little. "Because if you like - next round - could act like I'm not your favorite dildo, miss usually-I-only-do-girls, that would be even better. And I'm not talking about cutesy nicknames."

[weatherornot]

Now that she had gotten that out of her system she was noticing more and more of what an ass this guy was. Still, she had her pride.

"I promise next time I won't," she said, turning her head to give him a quick, filthy kiss. "Mmmm, you were so good you can have whatever you want next time."

[bachjones]

There was nothing wrong with that promise. Bach braided a few locks of her hair together before pushing her up.

"Turn around, want to feel your tits."

[weatherornot]

"Oh gladly," she said, lifting off of him before shifting around to face him, hands running up along his chest. It was a nice chest and maybe if she focused on that she wouldn't be too distracted by what he said or the lack of tits. Also, the cock was really nice too.

"Play with them all you want."

[bachjones]

"They're real?"

He leaned in to kiss them, sucked her nipples. "Because they're perfect."

[weatherornot]

Her tits were not nearly big enough for anyone to think they were fake but she did love compliments. She also loved having her nipples sucked.

"Mmmm, completely real," she moaned, leaning forward and pressing her breasts more against his mouth. "Real and perfect and all yours to play with."

[bachjones]

This was why women were worth Bach's time, when they were all soft and pliable and purring and with their tits out.

"God damn, you should have them out all the time." He added his hands, pressing them together. "Even better."

[weatherornot]

"Fuck, if you keep playing with them this well they'll be out all the time for you," she groaned, amused and loving how playful he was with them and how into her Jones was. Well, into her tits but she had been only into his cock a bit ago so it only seemed fair.

[bachjones]

He stopped, sat up to look her in the eye. "Don't make promises you're not going to keep. Your last pieces of orgasm are talking."

[weatherornot]

"You don't think I'd keep my tits out for you to suck on during the cab ride?" She asked, grinning wickedly. She was just drunk enough and feeling good enough that she'd do it, if he wanted.

[bachjones]

"You're insane. I will have to keep my mouth on them to not distract the driver and want him to get in on it."

The good thing about those kind of people is that you didn't have to make any promises. He kissed her. "I like it. Keep it up as long as I'm around, okay?"

[weatherornot]

"Sounds like a plan," she said, grinning as she kissed him back, shifting on his lap as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Speaking of, just let me know when you're ready to head back to my place."

[bachjones]

He looked around like he was sizing up the car. "Now. I'm okay with now. Just need to find my pants, you can keep my boxers as a souvenir."

[weatherornot]

Yeah, she didn't want his boxers but he didn't need to know she'd just kick them to the pavement when she came to pick up her car in the morning.

"That's good, just makes the access that much easier," she said, giving his cock a squeeze before rolling off and pulling her underwear and shorts back on. She stuffed her bra in her back pocket though and pulled her shirt on as she stepped out of the car.

[bachjones]

He groaned. "I wouldn't have liked that better with your tongue instead of your fingers."

It was kinda uncomfortable to put his jeans on right now, but Bach only planned on distracting the cab driver with her goods, not his. "You have a phone? Because I don't, and I don't think a lot of cabs visit here."

[weatherornot]

"You want my mouth? Well, we have to do something while we wait for a cab," she said, pulling her phone out if her pocket to hit the number for a cab company. A short conversation later and a cab was on the way.

"Should be here in a bit."

[bachjones]

He rubbed his chin. "Only if you promise not to bite."

[weatherornot]

"You have my word, I won't bite," she said, giving him a heavy-lidded gave before sliding onto her knees and unbuttoning his pants. She slid her hand along his cock, feeling it out before she leaned forward and licked along the length of it.