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"Wahoo!" Jessica cried, fist-pumping to the music as she writhed and wiggled.

The music was pounding, hypnotic. The men were young and hot, and eager to dance with her. Most of the other dancers were locals. It was the best hotel club she'd ever found.

The song ended, way too soon for her tastes, but in the brief lull she realized just how winded and sweaty she was. Jessica thanked the thirty-something businessman she was dancing with, and headed for her table. Her purse was there, but her coworkers were nowhere to be seen. She frowned, checking her purse and wallet to ensure no one robbed her.

"Spoil sports," she muttered after reassuring herself nothing was missing. She pulled out her cell phone. "Oh my God! It's after midnight."

She felt her body change, her energy level dropping. Totally mental, because she had a long day of negotiating with her client starting at nine the next morning. Jessica never intended to stay up so late, but who knew a hotel club could be so kicking? So she gathered her stuff up and headed for her room.

The lobby was virtually empty at that late hour. She rode up the elevator alone, and felt a little relieved when the elevator opened to reveal her room's door right there. But then she head the music and laughter. It was very loud. Too loud for her to sleep through. Jessica stood in the middle of the hallway and determined it was coming from the next room down from hers. Her neighbor.

"Dammit," she said. "I hate being the bad guy, but I have to get some sleep."

Jessica considered calling the front desk and complaining, but decided it would be best to ask them to tone it down herself. They sounded like men. She didn't hear any female voices coming from that room. And she had a way with men. They all wanted to make her happy. Though she wouldn't admit it out loud, she knew men found her attractive. Beautiful, in truth.

"They'll be quiet if I ask nicely," she said.

First, she placed her purse on the bed, and stuffed the key card in a pocket of her jacket. After touching up her lipstick and hair, she pasted on a sweet smile and went next door. She had to knock five times before the door opened.

"Hello, I'm Jessica," she said to the very handsome, and very drunk young man who answered. "I'm in the room next door, and — " He grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside, slamming the door closed behind her. " — hey!"

"Hey, guys, a girl!" he cried, holding up Jessica's arm. "She's a pretty one, too!"

Jessica looked around. There was a porn movie playing on the TV, with five men watching and laughing as them cracked jokes and nasty comments about the antics of the actors. The TV's sound was off, and wild rock and roll music was playing.

"What's going on?"

"Charlie is getting married tomorrow!" a tall, blonde man shouted. He looked drunk. Several men were already passed out around the room.

"I'm Charlie," the most handsome of them all said, grinning. "Hi!"

"Hi, Charlie," Jessica said.

"Trent!" the blonde man said.

"I'm Paul," a dark-haired, dark-eyed man said.

"Hector," another said, raising his hand. "And this is my cousin Oscar."

"And those wimps passed out are all a bunch of pussies," Trent said, indicating the five other men sleeping around the room. Okay, they were passed out drunk.

"That's great, guys, but it's late and I need my beauty sleep," Jessica said. "You want to tone it down over here? Please?"

"Aww," Trent said, looking dejected. Then he brightened up. "Hey! Tell you what, Jamie."

"Jessica."

"Yeah, right," he said. "If you give the lucky groom a lap dance, we'll shut up and go home. Deal?"

The groom brightened up, as did all of the others. Jessica felt a moment of panic. She suddenly realized just how dangerous it was for a lone woman in a room full of wired, drunken young men. Something stirred deep inside, and she bit her lip.

"Oooh. I really shouldn't," she said, eyes wandering up and down the groom. Charlie was her type. Tall, dark, handsome, clean cut…and for that one last night — single. "Okay, if I do this, you'll call it a night and go home?"

The men were looking at her hungrily. She got a little tingle, a bit of heat between her legs. Jessica fidgeted, finding it a bit harder to breathe.

"Yeah, baby," Paul said. "Whatever. You gonna do it?"

"Do it!" Trent said, eyes filled with wicked glee.

"Calm down, boys," Jessica said. "Do we have a deal?"

"Deal!" Charlie said. He patted his lap. "Give it to me, baby."

With hands in her hair, Jessica strutted up to Charlie, who was sitting in a straight back chair. She had to hike up her knee length pencil skirt to straddle his lap. Charlie immediately grabbed her butt, squeezing it nicely. His hands were big and strong, and she got just a little fluttery inside.

The other four men moved in close behind Jessica, forming a semi-circle between her and the door. She gave them a nervous glance. A chill rippled down her spine, but she got a little thrill out of it too. Something about scary men did it for her.

"Take it off," Trent said. "Lap dances are done in your underwear."

I'm going to regret this come morning, she thought, starting to unbutton her blouse.

As soon as the blouse was unbuttoned Paul pulled it off of her. Jessica hesitated. Charlie was squeezing and stroking her butt sweetly, and it was feeling way too good. The others all had the most lusty faces. Worse, her own body was quickly changing, preparing itself for sex. Lots of sex. Her juices were flowing, belly and breasts tingling.

"Take the damn skirt off," Trent said.

Jessica was pulled off Charlie's lap. She wasn't sure who grabbed her, but someone else unzipped her skirt, while another unfastened her belt. The skirt was yanked down leaving her in lacy white bra, matching thong underwear, and stiletto pumps.

"In for a penny, in for a pound," Paul said, and unfastened her bra. He pulled it away from her body with one hand, and copped a feel with the other. "That's what I'm talking about. This girl's got great tits."

Jessica never heard of "in for a penny, in for a pound," but was afraid it meant her pussy was going to take a pounding. She was pushed back over Charlie, straddling his lap and naked tits thrust into his face. Charlie's hands went to her breasts this time, kneading and caressing them. It felt great. So Jessica gave his friends one last nervous look, and started dancing.

I'll give him a lap dance and go before it gets completely out of control, she thought.

"You smell so good," Charlie said, rubbing his face all over her breasts.

He playfully nipped one nipple, and licked the other. Jessica writhed above him, letting him have his way with her boobs, and then lowering herself to rub her thong cover pubic mound against his hard-on bulge. Charlie had a very large bulge, which took her breath away.

"Oh my, you're a big boy, aren't you?"

Realizing his erection might be bigger than anything she'd ever known left Jessica panting and dizzy. She so wanted him inside her. A night of dancing always left her horny, and now she was all but naked and giving a stranger a lap dance, with four horny men crowded behind her. It was impossible to not think about sex. Indeed, it was all she could think about, but she knew it was too dangerous. The situation was volatile, and she would be the one hurt if it got too wild and crazy.

"Man, your pussy is sopping wet," Charlie said, his fingertips gently stroking her through her thongs. She felt his touch to her core, and all the way to her toes. He found her clit, hard and sensitive, and rubbed it. "Wow, your nub is rock hard."

Jessica locked her knees straight, off his lap, as Charlie held her in place with one hand on the small of her back while the other pulled off her thong. Ripped it off her body. And then he started stroking her pussy lips and rubbing her aching, throbbing clit. She held onto his shoulders, nails digging in, back arched and head rolled back.