Nasty Club Slut Fucking in the Bathroom

I was going through my girlfriend’s facebook photos with her one day. She was interested in what everyone was wearing and I was having fun imagining what all her girlfriends looked like without those clothes. They were all mid twenty somethings, going to the beach or to a nightclub and always in skimpy little outfits. My girlfriend Jennie is super cool and doesn’t mind me making rude comments about them so I was having a great time.

We got to a photo of Jennie, her best friend Emily and a couple other girls, including this petite brunette, straightened hair with her bangs pinned back so she was ready for business. Her dress was strapless, a tiny little black stretchy number that could barely manage to cover the first half of her thighs. A gold horizontal stripe crossed over her perky, pretty titties and the strapless provocative number was low enough that she still showed cleavage and seemingly dared any man to pull her top down to see the view.

Her thin, lithe frame was propped up on a couple of brass colored fuck me pumps like she was the little figurine on top of a trophy given to the most tawdry and titillating, easy to bag, fun time girls. I said so.

Jennie kind of smirked and said, “You like her, huh?”

“Sure” I said. “Who is she?”

“That’s one of Emily’s friends from LA. Jaclynn. I don’t know her last name. She came out to Vegas for the stagette. She is a wild girl. Kind of gross.” Jennie was about to click on the next picture when I stopped her.

“Yeah?” I asked. “What do mean?”

“The night this photo was taken, she fucked seven guys in the bathroom of the club in that same skanky dress.”

I balked, “What? How? You’re lying!”

Jennie stroked me through my pants. “Does that make you like her more, baby?”

It did. “Just don’t lie. Are you seriously telling the truth?”

Nodding sincerely she traced the outline of my rigid member with her finger. “She is a bonified, dyed in the wool, skank. She had it down to a science.”

“What do you mean, science?” I asked.

“The first thing I noticed was when we all got dressed, one of Emily’s other friends Lindsey mentioned that Jaclynn wasn’t wearing any underwear. Just that dress.” She pointed to the screen to the girl standing just to the right of Jennie in the silly little black dress and stroked me through my pants.