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The new club across the block sounded promising, so you went with your girlfriend of 5 years. She's been wanting to get out and party with you, and you can't say no. She's your beau, after all.

The club was, however, rowdier than you expected it to be. The air stank of cigarettes, sweat, and booze, but at least it wasn't tinged with dust like the other club off 3rd. Several pokemon are dancing to gaudy beats that make the floor pound, and there's a constant clink of drinks and chatter making up the white noise droning against the dynamic tunes.

From the crowd, you see a figure, as slender and accentuated as your girlfriend, but grander in scale and spectacle. The luminous furs, the piercing eyes, those sharp teeth. A tall Obstagoon man, clad in smudges of lipstick in various places on his body and face and shredded black denim. He smells like sweat and a hint of cinnamon and marshmellows, and the alcohol reeking from his breath. He doesn't stagger or jerk though; the sign of an experienced partier.

"Well, luv, who's the goose you brought along?" He asks your girlfriend as he suavely leans against the wall, pinning her between it and him.
"My boyfriend." She replies. "Why?"
"Because he's adorable. Just lookit him squirming."

You catch yourself tensing as this man seemingly hits on your girlfriend, until his eyes meet yours, and suddenly, it's you he's pinned to the wall. He's so close, you can smell the sweet of s'mores, the oh-so delightful draw of his musk, the smell of party on his teeth, you can feel his warmth bleeding into your skin. You can also feel a pressing of demin against the space between your also tenting cock and your navel.

"You see something you like? Wanna take a bite from a real rock star, ey, love?"

You feel your knees give way, and as you glide down the wall, you feel the heat of his bulge pressing against your cheek.

"Have at it. Gimme a kiss."