I take her hand in mine at the end of the song and lead her off the dance floor to the bar, three deep in mindless Yanks with boring green money. I push her into the crowd with my body. I feel the precum in my underwear and press my imprisoned dick into the crack of her ass, cock pushing against the fabric of my pants and sliding between her asscheeks. The crowd complains, but parts for us, and we find ourselves at the rail, between two stools owned by drunk frat brothers in reversed baseball caps, minds glazed into submission by their latest discovery of hard lemonade. Pussies. .....