{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"93bbe5c1-56ce-4067-8f2f-37ae312bc587","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-09-07T17:28:23.666Z","title":"The Party Girl","slug":"the-party-girl","shortId":"MTz0fwKs","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":"Story is set in a completely fictional setting, with a different timeline. Names, places and events are all entirely created from the writer's imagination, and anything resembling real-life situations is entirely coincidental.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A guy encounters a girl at a club, and is interested in what she is wearing under her shirt","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"0f2bb4f9-af3a-407d-bafd-3c14501f10d7","title":null,"summary":"My friends and I were in a club, taking in the various scenes of the people that were dancing in the","wordCount":2792,"readTime":14,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

My friends and I were in a club, taking in the various scenes of the people that were dancing in the club, the place was overall hopping, like most clubs. The night is still young, and at the hour where most clubs would be closing for the night. What I mean is, it's almost 10 p.m., at a time most clubs would be getting ready to close, especially on a Friday night.

By a young night, people flocked here are all mostly college-aged, and for me, to look, not for romance, but just to hang out, get a few drinks, and probably mingle about. That's it.

Girls, on the other hand, simply left me, and I didn't care for any of them at this point. I didn't want to meet them, either.

But, on this night, all that changed...

I asked for another shot, and quickly downed the glass as soon as it came my way.

My friends were already wanting to leave the club, and it was then I also decided to go with them, seeing nothing was worth bearing fruit at this dive.

Soon, this mysterious girl enters the club, and walks past be, with a hint of liquor. As she walks past me, she turned, gave a wink, and smiled, as I caught her attention. And I thought I was bad luck with girls. She had the usual girl-next-door look; messy, dirty-blond shoulder-length hair, worn t shirt that was gray in color, and unlike the rest of the stuck-up girls in the club, she was almost my height. I'm 6'2\", and I'm guessing the girl's in the ballpark of 5'11\", and almost the size of my friend Adam, who's already wasted from the shots he's been drinking, and holding onto a girl clad in a skimpy outfit.

Meanwhile, this mysterious girl was also really fit for her size, despite the oversized t shirt she was wearing...

That's not what made me horny, at least not for the time being, anyway...

She playfully tugged at her shirt, that was wrapped in front of her neck, hiding what looked to be long enough to resemble a model's. Her t shirt covering her long neck made it look like she was choking herself, or also appearing to wear a turtleneck. I was already getting hard at this point, as she made her way to the bar. I casually join her there, sitting two seats away, but where I can steal glances of the model-like girl to my left.

Model-like in almost every way, even though she had that next-door-girl aesthetic...

A shot was soon prepared for the girl in a quick haste, and without hesitation, the mysterious girl quickly downed the drink, throwing her head back. I kept looking at the girl. Her shirt separated from her neck as she took a drink from her shot glass. As soon as her shirt separated from her neck, her neck was long and slender, with a prominent Adam's apple. At first, I thought I was going to meet a guy, a 'catfish', but nope. When she finished, she brought the glass down on the wooden table, before looking around the bar.

No sooner than she did that her worn t shirt slid down her right shoulder, exposing her shoulder, along with a small spaghetti-strap type tank top resting on her collar bone.

Not even those aroused me, no. It was a necklace she wore, and how she wore it. Now, most people wouldn't care at this point, thinking, so what? It's just a necklace, people wear them all the time. But this girl? When her shirt slid down I could see a chain resting at the base of her neck, while the rest of the chain disappeared beneath the layers of her shirts, and that tiny tank top strap was making me crazy. Now, I've seen boys, and girls, wear their necklaces under their shirts, but those were short enough they would always fall out of the tops of the shirt, as they bent down, and swung in front of their necks. But this girl...

She casually adjusted her shirt once more, and this time, failing to cover her long and slender neck, that I got a good look at. She had a long neck, and like I said earlier, her neck resembled a models, and that fitted her perfectly. Long neck, slim shoulders, tiny, boyish breast with perky nipples, and a necklace that she has tucked under her shirt. I think she might be a model after all, but just going for that low-key look as to not arouse anyone's suspicion.

As the girl stood up, an outline of her delicate necklace chain began pressing against her layers of shirts, that rested on her small right boob, and a nipple began to poke through the fabric, where the necklace chain was also resting on.

As if beckoning, teasing me even, to take out whatever she was hiding beneath that fabric, and to let the light shine on the delicate, hidden metal, even if it was rusted from being under her shirt for so long.

My mouth was going dry, and my boner was beginning to throb just imagining the necklace, alone in complete darkness of her shirts, never to see any light...

I was seriously thinking she wasn't wearing her necklace directly on her body, and hoping she had it sandwiched between the fabrics of her shirts, especially with that taunting tank top strap. And if it did, that tank top is the ultimate guardian, protecting whatever pendant the girl was hiding under there.

Soon, she joined the rest of the reveling group, getting lost to the beat of the music, her shoulder-length hair now in a frenzied state, and her layers of shirts were now a wrinkled mess. Sweat began to dot her exposed chest, as the chains rubbed along her sweaty bare chest. Her shirts were now soaked in her bodily fluids, and the outer gray shirt was beginning to stain with sweat the longer she kept dancing.

The necklace she's wearing was now getting to me, my boner was getting even more hard and throbbing some more, as I tried to imagine what she was wearing beneath her shirts. Yet, at the same time I was still thinking she wore her necklace between the fabrics of her shirts. And that's when it hit me; I could yet see another outline of a delicate pendant, and this time, the outline seemed to be coming from her stomach...

I shook my head. No, she can't be wearing that delicate piece way down there, can she? I thought. Maybe it was just the fabrics wrinkling, a play of the light, if you will, making it look like there's a pendant somewhere next to her stomach...

Soon, water was sprayed, drenching everyone, and especially the mysterious girl, making her shirts now clinging directly on her tiny body, as the shimmered to the dim light of the club.

The music was pumping now, and the girl danced to the rhythm of the music, carefree as she could ever be. As she continued her seducing dances, her worn and soaking wet t shirts fell even lower, now resting on her elbows, and this time, revealing her tank top...

And, her necklace. The chain was much longer than I originally though, and it disappeared underneath that black spaghetti strap tank top. Now my mind was racing, confirming what I had just thought of earlier. Even now, her tank top was shimmering in the water that was still spraying, and her sweat, making it appear she was wearing a leather shirt.

My boner was now big inside my pants, knowing she was ruining her metal piece she was keeping under her shirt, next to her body, and I wanted to take it out. Sort of like rescuing, only this is an inanimate object...

This is a weird feeling, that I have never felt before, but I couldn't shake off the feeling. And her neck was tantalizing in itself. It was long, with a prominent Adam's apple. Her jawline was perfectly angled, and that the shape matched her equally sloped shoulders whenever she turned. And the best part was that she had no double chin...

I don't know what came to me, but I stood behind her, and wrapped my arms around her flat, and muscular, stomach. She threw her head back, revealing her tracheal tube, Adam's apple and the delicate lines etched in front of her neck. Where, earlier, she was choking herself with the t shirt she was wearing when she first entered the club.

My boner was throbbing some more, when my hands finally met the mysterious pendant the girl was hiding under her shirt. It felt like a cross, a crucifix even, and I could feel the delicate outlines of the nailed Jesus through the layered, wet fabrics. I felt the moist, warm cum through my jeans as I gently rubbed her stomach, where the crucifix rested, next to her subtle six-pack abdomen muscle.

I hope she wasn't a guy, but at this point, I didn't care anymore...

She broke away from me, still dancing to the rhythm of the electronic music, and the hard-hitting bass. But now, she was dancing, without care, all the while the chains swung madly in front of her bare chest, taking in the sweat and water as they danced about.

I imagined her pendant also dancing as frenzied as her, even within its trapped prison, yearning to escape its dark dungeon, as the cross bounced and rubbed between flesh and fabric.

Suddenly, I could see the outline of the cross, making its way to the neckline of her tank top. It got caught on her left boob, and seemingly got stuck, wedged below her nipple, and sandwiched between wet fabric and her skin. Luckily, the harder she danced and jumped, the more the cross pendant was able to free itself from her tiny breast, like getting away from its captor. Its as if she knew what she was doing, and knowing I was watching it, so she did what she had to do, as her chains were swinging wildly over her sweaty chest. Just when I thought the pendant was finally able to break free out of her tank top prison, the weight of the pendant soon pulled down, followed by a taunt of her chain against her neck. I was never going to see her seductive neck piece, that her tank top was now trying hard to protect what she was wearing. That is, she kept doing her frenzied dancing, all the while I kept watch on her pendant, until finally...

And there it was, in all it's glory, shining with all its might as it takes on the light for the first time, her necklace, and the charming pendant. A cross jumped out of her tank top and shirts, reflecting the light as it glimmered across its thin, yet graceful metal. It bounced and swayed outside of her sweaty shirts, in front of her stomach, as if enjoying its short-lived freedom outside of her shirts. Somehow, as delicate the chain was, it never broke, despite the weight appearance of the crucifix, even though it's tiny.

And, just as quickly it emerged, the crucifix tucked themselves back under the girl's shirt, between the gaps of her shirts, before swallowing the chain and delicate pendant back between the wet fabrics. She danced her way back to me, and made me wrap my arms around her, tiny, muscular waist, before seducing me some more. She pushed her short hair away from her face, then moving my hands over to her tiny breasts. She was squeezing my hands as if telling me to squeeze her tiny, perky breasts and nipples.

I carefully pull out the necklace, and with my other hand, gently tugged at her tank top, the darkness beckoning me. I take one look at her religious piece one last time. The Jesus nailed to the cross, was well worn with age. It's copper was now a dark shade of gray, instead of the brilliant bronze it once had before. The overall metal on the cross was in a surprisingly good shape, despite being under her shirts for so long they have been in. The metal shone with all its might, reflecting the club's lights, before I let go, watching it fall back into its dark crevasse, never to see any light once more. She threw her head back once more, clearly enjoying the now cold metal rubbing against her warm flesh as the cross disappeared from view, making its way down to its final resting place.

I took one last look between the enticing gap between her tank top shirt, and chest. Luckily, her breasts weren't big, so I was greeted to the top of the cross reflecting some light as it rested next to her wavy stomach muscles. Whatever light reflected on her cross also reflected back, and to her stomach, while all around the pendant, it was complete darkness. I was going crazy now, letting my imagination run wild. I imagined the nailed Jesus now facing her flesh from the chain being twisted as it fell to its dark grave, encased beneath her shirts, forever shrouded in darkness. The only hint now was the chain visible on her bare chest, while the rest disappeared under her black tank top, followed by worn layers of her wet t shirts.

I gently caressed her neck, feeling the bumps and the etched lines with my fingers, rubbing along the length of her long, model-like neck. Like I said, I never had this felling before, and not even my own guy friends could make me this aroused. Especially Trent. and he's got the sexiest, long, slender neck for a boy. Almost like this girl in front of me.

The night finally ended, and everyone began to clear out of the club, leaving the mysterious girl and I on the dance floor. She let me watch on as she tugged at her shirt once more; the tiny, ribbed fabric of her shirt neck line was stretched, and once more met the etched lines and Adam's apple, just like the was she came in earlier. Her shirt made nice focal points to her tracheal tube, exposing them along with her pointy Adam's apple through her shirt fabric. From a distance, it looked like she was wearing a turtleneck, but with t shirts, and the shirt neck line was held up with her Adam's apple, resting just below her chin.

Even with her tiny boobs her necklace chain etched themselves on her chest and stomach, as the damp fabrics pressed themselves against her skin. Even the shirt wrinkles branched out from where the chains rested, and especially where the crucifix rested on her stomach.

With her finally gone, I quickly rushed into the restroom, and lost it in there. I masturbated like I had never done before, and that's saying something. I didn't care if she was naked, had large C-cup boobs, or exposed clit. Even pictures of feet did nothing for me. None of that mattered, no matter how much time I spent watching porn, nothing worked.

That all changed tonight. Not even my friends aroused me like the girl did, and that's the first time I've ever seen a girl wear a necklace, under her shirt at that. And I can't get enough of it, even as my boner continued to throb, and piss on myself, as I imagined her necklace, alone in the darkness, resting next to her body. Completely shrouded in the darkness of her fabrics.

The spaghetti strap tank top shirt was the icing on the cake. Her shirts alone would've made me crazy, but with that tank top, it made me wonder even more if she wore her necklace under, or sandwiched between the fabrics.

And to me, religious pieces belong out of sight anyway. And she knew how to wear the thing. Under her shirt, hung on a long chain, and out of sight. Preferably next to her stomach, and in complete darkness. I kept rubbing my boner, even after I came, and the warm, sticky liquid oozed through me jeans, just thinking about her religious necklace piece she kept under her shirt, and how she was torturing it. All within the dark confines of her shirt fabrics and flesh.

Sweat, water and beer. I was now breathing a little bit harder now, just thinking about that religious necklace getting ruined, and never seeing light. And all from the girl I just met...

I hope to meet her again soon...

Just so that I can see that she would continue to torture her religious piece. She may not look like a religious person, but she does look great with just the chains resting on her bare chest, while the rest of her necklace lay hidden beneath her shirt, for no one else to see...

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