The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

DJ Bliss liked to start setting up far earlier than most entertainers at the nightclub. It was still hours before the club would open, and not even the bartender was in yet. That was part of the plan though. He needed to get hooked up and start playing his “warm up” track before anyone knew that the speakers were even on. This track wasn’t even music, and was barely even perceptible, meaning that it couldn’t even really have a strong effect. It didn’t need to. The only subliminal message in this barely audible white noise was everything is normal. Nothing weird is going on. The message wouldn’t be intense, but the staff would be exposed to it long enough for it to sink in anyway, at least enough to last until it was time to start his set.

Jenny was already dressed, and had done her makeup, but part of her still didn’t want to go. Both of her friends were bringing dates, and she had no intention of trying to pick up a guy at the club. Jenny was aware that some people did find romance on the dancefloor or at the bar, but she’d never understood. How could you get to know someone over all that noise? Dancing was fun alone in front of her mirror, but at the club? It would take all her strength just to be in a room with that many people. But she knew her friends would never leave her alone if she didn’t “get out of the house once in a while.”

So it was that Jenny had wrapped her slight frame in a simple dress; it wasn’t very revealing, but the top was tight to make the most of her small-but-perky breasts, and the skirt was flared to hide her lack of hips or buttocks. Her blonde hair was up in a tight bun, and she’d done a deliberately lackluster job with her makeup. It was enough to show her friends that she’d tried, but between her forgettable ensemble and short stature, she was hoping she’d avoid everyone’s attention.

With the excuses of “you’ve already gotten dolled up,” and “no one’s going to notice you anyway,” Jenny steeled herself and walked down to the dorm lobby to join her friends.

The DJ continued setting up and testing the rest of his equipment, the drone of pacification already playing at the edge of his perception. The manager that had let him in had given him no trouble, and was visibly relaxed. DJ Bliss would be fine listening to and being affected by this background noise himself, as this whole procedure was already normal to him. When it was showtime, he would obviously wear his headphones that canceled just the subliminal messages. Fully noise-canceling headphones would require him to take them off to hear someone talking to him, risking exposure to the music. For now though, he was simply running through the normal sound checks any musician would need. He’d wait until closer to opening to set up his more unique equipment.

It had been a month since Alesha had kicked Lamar to the street, and she was done crying. She was done moping around the apartment. She was going clubbing, she was going to have fun, and she was going to get some dick.

Alesha might have put on a pound or two from her weeks of ice cream and couch surfing, but she had at least been exercising. She was sure the boys would still call her “slim thicc.” Alesha wasn’t taking any chances. She donned her sluttiest outfit and confirmed that it still fit. While she was spilling out of it in all the right places, the bright pleather bikini top, miniskirt, and knee-high boots held strong and didn’t hurt. Then she slathered on some bright eyeshadow and lipstick to make sure her dark skin didn’t get lost in the club. With her height, a skirt this short was presenting a distinct possibility that she’d reveal she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She didn’t care. Hell, that would probably help her on her mission.

Alesha grabbed her keys and handbag. It was time to go hunting.

It was time for the pièce de résistance. DJ Bliss installed his custom ultra-low-frequency pad. There were plenty of myths on the internet about a musical note or instrument that could cause women to orgasm through sound alone. Bliss had done the math though. While the purported 33hz was a close enough starting point, the resonant frequency of the clitoris varied from woman to woman and depended on many other factors, primarily any clothing that might be in the way. With that in mind, he’d found a more accurate midpoint and the appropriate range of variation. Since then, he’d programmed the pad to make use of this information. Through trial and error in small town dives, the “Pink Note” pad had been perfected and was more than ready for this big city club.

Lan had been briefly surprised to find the DJ mostly set up before she’d come in. She’d been similarly agitated at his unsubtle leers. After a few minutes of getting the bar ready for another Saturday night, she’d soon forgotten all about him.

Usually, it took a few drinks for men to start looking at her like that. Lan was wearing a low-cut top as usual (as the old adage goes, “tits get tips”), but she’d always had some weight in both the right and wrong places. She was probably still around the actual average weight for an American in her 30s, but it was hard not to compare herself to her petite family. None of her ex-girlfriends had ever complained though, being more attracted to her eyes, wisdom, and her portfolio of BDSM leathersmithing.

But Lan was at work, at a straight bar, so there was no point in dwelling on romance. These taps weren’t going to clean themselves.

It was getting close to opening. The DJ had watched the bartender, and it appeared she’d finally relaxed. He was relieved to have a test subject before opening. He matched volume with the club’s generic muzak and waited for a break between songs to swiftly switch control to his deck. He had just the track for this, not too energetic, but with a steady rhythm. It had the exact same subliminals as the white noise, but the message could be louder and stronger when it had music to mask it. He gave the song a minute to sink in, then he slowly brought the Pink Note into the mix. It oscillated through the frequency range constantly, but spiked in intensity along with the beat. DJ Bliss kept the Pink Note low and watched the bartender carefully. She hadn’t been primed with any subliminals to actually put her in the mood, so he just watched her jolt and shift in discomfort for a few bars before sliding the device back off. She adjusted the crotch of her jeans, leaving no question as to whether he’d affected the right area. Also important was the fact that her only reactions were physical; she did not seem confused or concerned by what happened. With that, both the DJ and the bartender continued getting ready for the night to come.

Marena was excited beyond belief. DJ Bliss was playing downtown! She’d heard him play once on vacation back in her hometown and had come home with his CD and a lot of good memories. These days, she listened to the album every night. Her friends said that she’d become obsessed, that she’d changed. Some of her friends had given the music a chance, and were now almost as hooked as she was. Most of her other friends had cut her off, but Marena had also made lots of new friends… with benefits.

Marena always wanted to leave as much of her milk chocolate skin exposed as she could, especially tonight. She’d learned the hard way though that many places, including the bus, wouldn’t allow her to go without covering up some things. Often she could suck a dick or two to earn an exception, but she wasn’t willing to take any chances tonight. So, after slipping into her pink fishnet bodysuit, she donned a white cropped jacket, zipping it up (for now) to cover her moderate bust. She wore a matching white microskirt, which would’ve been a stretch to cover anything on most women. Over Marena’s massive hips, it failed completely. She grabbed a black g-string and pulled it over the fishnets, fully intending to rip it off as soon as she set foot in the club. After stepping into her platform pumps, she strode as fast as she could out the door and to the bus stop. By the time the bus came, she had already soaked through the panties.

The doors had opened, and people were trickling in as fast as the bouncer could check IDs and stamp hands. The DJ was pleased to see a couple familiar faces in the crowd. For now, he’d started playing his actual dance tracks at full volume. For the first hour while people were still filing in, the Pink Note would stay off and the songs would share the same subliminal messages: everything that happens and everything you feel tonight will be natural and good. Don’t worry about anything. Don’t leave. Just let go of your inhibitions and have fun. As harmless as these messages alone would be, DJ Bliss had made sure to get his headphones on before the show.

Jenny and her friends had made their quick stop at the bar, then immediately separated. Her friends and their dates had made a beeline for the dance floor, and Jenny had found an inconspicuous spot along the wall. She proceeded to sip her drink and people-watch. So many people, all of them better looking than her (at least in her opinion). Jenny noticed a handful of women wore outfits that left them practically naked, even by nightclub standards. This had bothered her at first, but she eventually figured that this must be how the club scene is. By the time she’d finished her drink, she was still feeling shy, but she was determined to have fun tonight. She gave a generous tip upon getting a second drink, and the cute bartender gave her a wink and a smile in response. Jenny blushed and quickly retreated to her corner, but she had to admit it felt nice. Everything felt nice. So nice that Jenny didn’t even notice her hips begin to sway to the beat.

The room was packed, and there was a smile on every face, even the inevitable people dragged in by their friends. It was time to begin in earnest. DJ Bliss put on the next track and set the Pink Note to its lowest setting; no constant drone yet, and an undetectable hint of that 33hz to the beat. This wouldn’t make anyone feel good yet, but every woman’s body was starting to feel the rhythm whether their mind was listening to the music or not. The new subliminals would also be sinking in, more straightforward and more effective: you need to dance. The more you dance, the more aroused you get. The more aroused you get, the more you want to dance. A minute or two in, DJ Bliss scanned the crowd and found that every hip was swaying; the wallflowers, the bartender, even the bouncer was nodding along. This meant the club was primed and ready. The DJ gently nudged the faders up on the Pink Note. There was now a constant, imperceptible buzz, and the vibrations on the beat would be pleasurable, but nothing noticeable. Just enough to give the ladies a boost on the building arousal, since the men weren’t going to need much convincing. DJ Bliss sat back to let them simmer, watching the gyrations intensify across the room.

Alesha must’ve needed to get laid more than she thought. She was throwing her back out doing every dance move she knew. She’d twerked so hard the whole club had to know there was nothing under her skirt. There were plenty of boys dancing nearby, and she liked what she saw. Honestly though, the way her pussy was dripping on the floor, she’d probably take any pole right now. The boys were putting on quite the performance too. She could plainly see them staring at her hungrily, but they were trying way harder to actually dance than any man she’d ever seen in the club. Looking around, everybody in the club seemed to be putting on a show.

Alesha was a traditional girl, usually waiting for the man to make the first move, but she was getting impatient. She had come here to get fucked, and she knew the dance that got that ball rolling. She picked a man, backed her ass up into him, and started grinding. The boy dutifully grabbed her hips and freaked on her. After a few minutes of this, she again had to take the initiative to shout over the music “you wanna go somewhere?”

His reply baffled her. “Yeah, in a bit, but I’ma keep dancing.”

She couldn’t deny that she was also having fun on the floor, but did a man seriously turn her down because he just wanted to dance? With a scowl and a scoff, Alesha wasted no time finding another man and grinding up on him. She closed her eyes for a moment, lost in the beat and the feel of the new boy’s hard meat straining through his pants against her buttcheeks. She felt his hands on her hips, but then suddenly felt a second set of hands on her ass. Her eyes shot open to find the first guy had followed her, and was now grinding on her from the front. She briefly considered rebuffing him, but she ultimately didn’t want him to stop. The attention, and sensations, of the two men was intoxicating.

Everything was going well so far. The whole club was dancing their asses off. DJ Bliss noticed that several couples were heavily making out already. A few people were touching themselves as they danced; most surreptitiously, but some openly. There was a latina standing right in front of the speakers, who he thought he might’ve seen at another show before, that was practically naked and brazenly working her fingers in and out of her snatch as swayed her enormous hips for the crowd of men around her. He had to act fast to make sure everyone stayed in for the big finish. The next track had just the message to keep the party going: you cannot orgasm. You want to show off your body. The more skin you show, the better and sexier you will feel. The DJ bumped the faders on the Pink Note such that the drone was at the edge of perception, but the beat would be a noticeable buzz. Every girl was feeling like a pocket vibe was tapping on their clit, and the 33hz bass beat would be audibly muddying the sound of the music, but everyone was too far gone at this point to question it.

Barely anyone had come to the bar for almost half an hour. Lan didn’t think she’d be getting a lot of tips tonight, but she didn’t care. She was preoccupied with rubbing the crotch of her jeans on the corner of the icebox. She couldn’t stop staring at all the women gyrating and grinding around the dancefloor. Normally she’d be distracted by men hitting on her or actually having to do her job, but tonight she’d been forgotten. As Lan dry humped the cooler to the beat, she watched people all over the club slowly start stripping, even as they continued moving to the beat. She wanted to join them. She wanted to pull her tits out so someone would notice her. It looked like men and women were pairing up everywhere, feeling each other and themselves up to the beat, but there just had to be another lesbian out on the floor somewhere.

Lan resisted because she was on the clock, but then she saw the bouncer had put up the max capacity sign, locked the front doors, and come out to the dancefloor. He was already shirtless and currently trying to undo his belt without breaking pace with the music. The manager had even come down at some point, and her middle-aged assets were spilling out of her bland underwear as she crawled on the floor, sticking dollar bills into the waistbands of every man still wearing underwear. That display was all the permission she needed.

Lan swiftly pulled her shirt over her head and shimmied out of her jeans. Even though she’d pulled herself away, her cunt still felt like it was grinding to the beat on the icebox. In fact, it felt even better somehow now that she was out of those tight pants. Still, no one had noticed her. Too many other girls in various states of undress and masturbation. Even that shy little big tipper from earlier was leaning against the wall with part of her top pulled to the side so she could squeeze her tiny tits, and her other hand rubbing her snatch through her dress. Lan had already wasted enough time hemming and hawing. She tore off her bra, then grabbed an ice cube and started tracing her nipples with it. With her free hand, she ripped her panties off and grabbed the water tap. She then proceeded to hose her needy slit with the tap, just as she had with her shower head countless times.

The spray felt amazing. As worked up as she was, it should’ve sent her over the edge immediately. Somehow, release wasn’t coming. Lan wasn’t cumming. She must’ve needed something more. Someone more? The girl on the wall briefly made eye contact with Lan before blushing and turning her head. Lan continued to lap at her clit with the faucet, and continued to stare at the little blonde.

Jackpot.

DJ Bliss was enjoying the view. At least half the crowd was fully naked, if you didn’t count shoes and socks/stockings, and everyone was bucking wildly in heat to the beat. There were still a few holdouts that weren’t exposed yet. On the other hand, there were some people like the black girl front and center that had somehow skipped getting undressed and were already fucking, two men at once in her case.

Things were honestly going a little faster than planned. Usually at this point, most people were still a little hesitant, and would need the finale to actually start having sex. The DJ could only assume that the current state of debauchery was due to the better sound system in this club compared to the other venues he’d played at. The next track would probably end up kicking things into overdrive instead of simply preparing for the finale, but he couldn’t break the sequence. It didn’t matter, the end result would be the same and it didn’t seem like the energy in this crowd was dying down anytime soon.

The actual vocals in the next track had lines like “I wanna come with you on a journey,” “I’ll never go without you,” “let’s come together forever,” and such to help reinforce the subliminal message: women will cum whenever someone cums in or on them. Women may only cum when someone cums in or on them. Men may now orgasm, but they must cum in or on as many different women as possible. DJ Bliss adjusted the Pink Note up again, but moved the constant intensity closer to the beat intensity. This created more of a lilting effect than the staccato that the previous stages had, which he’d found helped people focus on this more delicate set of subliminal instructions. It would be like a more rapid version of the rise-and-fall settings that many vibrators had.

Having made the adjustments, DJ Bliss watched the carnal chaos unfold.

This was it! Marena’s favorite song. Whenever she was feeling frustrated, this song (and a hard pounding) would always make her feel better. She knew that hearing it live would blow her dumb little mind.

Marena had listened to DJ Bliss’s music enough to figure out that it vibrated her pussy when it was played over speakers. The louder the better as far as she was concerned. Her landlord had made it clear that she couldn’t blast it too loud in her apartment. That’s why she’d stood right next to the speaker when she came to the club; she wanted to feel the full force of DJ Bliss’s beats through her body, her cunt in particular. Everyone had been having fun, but Marena knew what a DJ Bliss party was like and had come prepared. When everyone was walking in the door, she was already dripping wet and shaking her massive ass. When people first started taking off their clothes, she’d already been wearing nothing but her fishnet bodysuit and was pulling some guy’s pants off to get his dick in her mouth. All the while, the speakers right next to her were doing more for her clit than any vibrator ever had.

Right now, as her favorite song came on, she had already been riding one dick and sucking another for about ten minutes. She was surprised how long the boys were lasting, since she’d honed her techniques over the last few months. The wiggle in her wide hips as she crushed one guy’s pelvis into the floor, the twist of her head as she took the other guy’s cock almost down to her vocal chords… they should’ve been done for. As if they’d read her minds, she got a load of spunk down her throat about thirty seconds into the song. Right on cue, she felt the first orgasm of the night wash over her. She grabbed the boy’s ass and pulled him as far into her face as she could, while the entire lower half of her body quivered violently. The ensuing convulsions in her cunt sent the second stud over the edge, sending another wave of ecstasy through her before the first had even ended.

As soon as she could move again, she dismounted the dick on the floor and removed the cock from her throat. Their owners would want to find other holes to fill, and she had a crowd of other phalluses around her patiently waiting. She looked at them with hungry eyes, tongue out, drool running down her chin. She waved her hands towards herself as if to say “next.”

The cocks, and their attached boys, obliged.

Sure enough, at least half of the club was fucking each other now. There was a pile of people just outside the restrooms that had been going at it for a while. They’d probably come to the club as couples and tried to find somewhere discreet to bang, only to discover that they weren’t the first ones to have the idea. By now though, the couples in the bathrooms had come out and started swapping with those that had been waiting outside. The manager’s saggy tits were flopping around as she bobbed her head back and forth between two patrons, her bouncer pounding her from behind. There were still some holdouts though, mostly around the edges of the room. They were all at least in various stages of undress and either openly masturbating or feeling each other up. The next song would take care of that.

In the transition between songs, DJ Bliss pushed the faders on the Pink Note as far as he dared. There was no more need for subtlety. Both settings were pretty high now, but the gap between the constant drone and the buzz on the beat was wider than ever. The wide band around 33hz was so hot in the mix at this point that the actual audio quality of the song was horrible, but no one was paying attention to the actual music at this point. The ladies might as well have been riding sybians with someone going spastic on the controls, and the men were getting their brains fucked out. They would all know what was going on at this point, but they were too busy to question it. For the climactic song, he’d put in a mix of most of the previous subliminal messages, but the actual lyrics were doing the heavy lifting this time. In that deep distorted voice common to electronic dance music, two lines looped over and over: “FUCKING IS DANCING, AND NOW IT’S TIME TO DANCE. DANCING IS FUCKING, AND NOW IT’S TIME TO FUCK.”

Now all DJ Bliss had to do was wait until every last person in the club was following instructions. Then he could finally join in the festivities himself.

Just a few hours ago, Jenny had been hoping that her modest features would help her avoid attention. Now she was cursing their effectiveness.

It had already been uncharacteristic of her to start dancing without her friends forcing her. It was certainly unlike how she’d ever danced before, even in the privacy of her room. She had the urge to dance in a sexy way, which she didn’t even really know how to do. Luckily, she had plenty of inspiration from the rest of the women in the club, and tried to follow suit to the best of her ability from her perch along the wall. As the clubbers before her grew more debauched, their energy seemed infectious, and eventually she too was fumbling at her clothing and genitals.

In the beginning, she had been hesitant to join in the hedonistic display from her natural shyness. She’d been ready relatively early for some stud to press her into the wall and take her, but she wouldn’t dare make the first move. It was actually the growing pleasure that had rendered her completely unable to think or act. Jenny wasn’t often in the mood, but when she was, she’d found that her clitoris was incredibly sensitive. Usually whenever she got aroused, she’d rub herself for the minute or two that it took for her to orgasm and then move on with her life. In the few relationships she’d had, she’d often finish before her boyfriends (which, combined with the infrequency of her arousal, led to the relationships being brief). But tonight was different.

This was, by orders of magnitude, the longest and hardest Jenny had masturbated without cumming. At some point she had let go of her crotch and devoted both hands to fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples, because the soundwaves from the subwoofers were already giving her more sensation than her mind could process. She’d never used a vibrator (never needed one), and had nothing to compare this feeling to. She knew that she needed someone to cum inside her more than anything in the world, but her overstimulated and unreleased nub had left her a gibbering wreck. She had completely lost control, and was capable of nothing but mauling her breasts and screaming wordlessly in desperation and ecstasy.

The lyrics cut through her fog and compelled her to take action. Now it’s time to fuck. Jenny tried to leave the wall in search of dick, but her quivering legs gave out immediately. Writhing on the floor, slumped against the wall, she screamed “PLEASE, ANYONE, FUCK ME,” but the sound was swallowed by the speakers. It seemed all the men had already found holes to fill. Many of the other girls were greedily taking on multiple men at a time. She scanned the room for her friends, hoping they could help, but they too were busy getting stuffed by completely different boys than the ones they came in with.

Tears of frustration and panic began to run down her face, even as her hips bucked to the beat. She’d felt more sexual pleasure tonight than the rest of her life combined with no relief. The sonic assault on her pussy had only grown in intensity, and she could genuinely feel her mind start to dissociate.

Just then, someone grabbed her face from the side and pulled her around. Jenny found herself eye-to-eye with the bartender she’d caught herself staring at earlier. “Tell me you’re into girls, blondie,” the chubby asian woman growled.

Jenny hadn’t put much thought into it before, but she couldn’t put any thought into anything right now. “FUCK ME PLEEEASE” she wailed in reply. Before she even finished saying “please,” the bartender had rolled onto her back and pulled Jenny on top of her. Jenny felt the asian woman’s tongue on her vulva just as her face was pushed violently into the bartender’s crotch. Jenny got to work.

Alesha had come to the club wearing next to nothing already, but when people started stripping, she’d wanted to follow suit. The boys on either side hadn’t given her a chance. She’d decided to help the boys get on her level first though. Once she’d finished helping them out of their pants, freeing their diamond-hard cocks, they immediately started making out with her. With bodies pressing against her from the front and the back, four hands roaming all over her, and passionate, frenzied kisses on her mouth and neck, she couldn’t actually reach her clothes to take them off.

She ultimately didn’t need to though. It wasn’t long before the boys’ dicks discovered that she didn’t have any underwear on. Her pussy had started getting wet before she’d even made it to the club. By now, she’d been dripping so hard and rubbing it around enough that even her asshole was lubed up and ready to go. So it was that, without even really trying, the guys slipped their cocks right under her skirt and into both her holes.

Alesha had done anal before, but two at once was definitely new for her. Her mind was officially blown. She froze up and screamed out an “OH my FUCKing GAWD,” as she lost control of her body. There were a few seconds there where she’d gone limp, and was being held up by the hands groping her and the rods pumping in and out of her. Before long though, she was back into it and found a rhythm with the boys, rocking her hips to the beat.

These dudes lasted a nice long time though, which Alesha didn’t mind at all. When the guy behind her finally filled her ass with his seed though, she came so hard she saw stars. She clutched onto the man in front of her for dear life and screamed wordlessly over his shoulder. The dick slipped out of her ass and she felt a strange emptiness at the absence of a body pressed up against her back.

Alesha still had one cock in her though and she was not done with it. She couldn’t tell what he was doing so right, but her pussy had never felt so good from just a dick before. It felt like he had a vibrator down there or something. She clung to the man as they humped each other to the rhythm of the music. It wasn’t long however before he pulled out and sprayed his cum across her belly. She’d always hated when dudes made a mess on her before, but this time it somehow gave her another orgasm.

When Alesha could think again, she noticed two things: first, she was still feeling a buzz on her clit. She figured that the speakers must just be so loud that they were vibrating her bits. She resolved to never wear panties to the club again because god damn this felt good. The second thing was that the dude in front of her was looking around the club, like he was searching for another “dance partner.” While he still had his hands on her hips, he wasn’t making any moves to get back in her or go down on her.

Alesha panicked and started blubbering to him “no baby please don’t go I’m still down for more please I need that dick baby…” He didn’t reply, but he did look directly over her shoulder and smirk as he reached down and spread the cheeks on her bubble butt. Before she could turn to see what he was looking at, she felt another rod of meat slam deep into her ass. This was definitely a bigger dick than that first dude. The boy in front of her stepped back and some other chick crawled over to suck his dick.

While this happened, the dude behind Alesha grabbed her by both titties and started sawing his cock in and out of her. She craned her neck around to see this tall-ass man who’d started fucking her backdoor out of nowhere. Before she could ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing, he bent his head down and started kissing her ravenously. Between the kneading of her tits, the pounding in her ass, the bassline thrumming on her clit, and the forcefulness of this kiss, she lost any will to fight. She’d come here hunting for dick after all, she was just getting more than she’d expected.

A minute later, the man moved his hands to Alesha’s armpits and lifted her off the ground. She had just enough time to say “what the” and turn her head forward to watch her pussy get dropped onto some new guy’s rod. “WHAAAhahaHOOOLyyy FUUUCK yeeeEEESSS” she hollered as the boys found their rhythm, pistoning into her cunt and asshole to the beat. The fourth dick of the night fucked the words right out of her, reducing her to nothing but animalistic grunts.

By the time the lyrics were telling her that it was time to fuck, Alesha had already lost count of how many time she’d been passed around. She didn’t know where her clothes were. At some point, the men had torn them off, but she hadn’t been paying attention. She hadn’t even looked at either of the boys that were fucking her right now, as her eyes were rolled into the back of her head. All she knew was that tonight’s mission to get dick was a resounding success. She wished her ex could see her now.

When the fucking had started, Lan was using a beer bottle to intermittently ward off encroaching men and to stuff her cunt. She’d needed something to push her over the edge, but that didn’t change what team she was on. Thankfully, none of the boys pressed the issue, not when there were plenty of other naked girls begging for their dicks.

Eventually, the song changed and told Lan in no uncertain terms that it was time to fuck. Waiting around hadn’t gotten her anything but frustrated, and clearly no one was interested in alcohol tonight. She unceremoniously dropped the bottle and water tap and abandoned her post at the bar. She stormed over to the innocent-looking blonde that had crumpled against the wall, seemingly rooted in the same place all night. She hoped against hope that the girl was just bi, closeted, or shy.

“Hey! Little big tipper!” Lan called out to the thin pale woman. There was no response. The tiny college girl was just staring with unfocused eyes, sobbing even as she tweaked her nipples and bucked her hips into the air. And Lan thought she’d had it bad.

Lan kneeled down, grabbed the white girl’s face, and brought it to face her. “Tell me you’re into girls, blondie,” she shouted over the hurricane of electronic beats.

The blonde immediately screamed back “FUCK ME PLEASE!” Without hesitation, Lan rolled onto her back and pulled the girl into position for a 69. With one hand, she grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and shoved the woman’s face into her mound. With the other, she grabbed onto what ass she could find on the lanky girl and pulled this new dripping pussy down to her own mouth. For the moment, she knew she was giving better than she was getting, ’cause this girl was clearly inexperienced. It was still ecstasy to get eaten out after her frustrating attempts to please herself, and whatever the sound was doing to her snatch kicked everything up to the next level.

The college girl did eventually start getting the hang of it, but it still wasn’t enough. Lan still hadn’t cum, and neither had her new little fucktoy. Was this ever going to end? She’d seen plenty of flying ropes of jizz and telltale leg trembles in the crowd, so she knew it wasn’t everyone. What the fuck was going on?

Suddenly, her new friend’s hips were pulled off of Lan’s face by the bouncer. The DJ, wearing nothing but his headphones, stood over her and shouted “lesbian or bi?”

Lan growled back “LESBIAN,” frustrated, sexually and otherwise, beyond belief.

The DJ nodded towards the other end of the 69, and the bouncer pulled the blonde’s head out from between Lan’s legs, asking the blonde this time “lesbian or bi?”

A very familiar scream of “FUCK ME PLEASE” came back.

The DJ nodded to the bouncer, who proceeded to shove the white girl’s face back into Lan’s mound. Then, the bouncer grabbed the blonde woman’s leg and swiveled her out of the 69 until her body was stretched out between Lan’s legs. The college girl had dutifully kept licking the bartender’s snatch as she rotated, and was now able to look up into her mistress’s eyes. The bouncer was lining his own hips up behind the blonde, but he too made eye contact with Lan. DJ Bliss patted Lan on the shoulder, saying “I think this should work,” before wandering back into the crowd.

Lan didn’t have the brainpower or will to even start thinking about what that meant before the bouncer started railing the blonde. The force of each of his thrusts pushed the college girl’s face into Lan’s sloppy cunt. The bouncer leaned close to the white meat between them and shouted “play with those fat titties.” The blonde dutifully reached up to grope Lan’s breasts and pinch her nipples. Lan would probably have been upset at the realization that the bouncer was essentially fucking Lan vicariously through the skinny girl between them, but she’d been edged too long and hard to be able to piece anything together.

Then it happened. The bouncer momentarily seized up as he painted the blonde woman’s insides with his spunk. The little blonde consequently grabbed onto Lan’s tits for dear life as her tiny hips convulsed violently. It was then that a wave of release finally crashed through Lan. Her whole body thrashed as she squirted all over the poor college girl’s face and screamed in animalistic heat.

The bouncer unceremoniously pulled out and walked off to find another hole to fill. Lan was still desperately horny, but for this moment, all she could do was laugh and cry in manic relief. The blonde mustered some strength to crawl up from between Lan’s legs until they were face to face. A look of adoration filled the white girl’s eyes as she briefly stared at Lan before falling upon her newfound lover with a passionate kiss. Their hands began to explore each other as the insistence of the bassline continued to assault their clits.

The blonde had just broken the lip lock so that she could suck on Lan’s nipple when a man knelt down behind her and sunk his shaft deep into her pussy. With the briefest of pauses, the women continued to make out as the guy railed the skinny girl. Before long, the new guy unsheathed his cock and sprayed the blonde woman’s back. Once again, this set off the chain reaction; the blonde orgasmed when a man came in or on her, and the plump asian on the bottom orgasmed when the blonde came on [top of] her. Neither of the girls consciously knew the “rules,” but two women had found what worked for them and proceeded to ride it out for the rest of the evening.

Most of the girls here didn’t know what they were getting into tonight, but Marena had been ready. She’d only managed to get fucked by three guys the other time she’d seen DJ Bliss. The cops had broken up the party shortly after it was “time to dance.” But over the last couple months, she’d listened to his album, fucked a lot of guys, and dreamed about what she would do if she ever got to go to another show.

Marena’s practice had paid off. From the moment she’d been able to get dicks out of pants, she’d never gone without at least two men. Most of the time, she’d been riding one cock, sucking another, and jerking one or two more with her hands. For a brief, wondrous time, she’d had all three holes and both hands filled. As more girls got with the program and took boys for themselves, she had eventually been forced to ease up, spending a little while getting spitroasted. With every spray of jizz across her tits, up her ass, down her throat, in her face, and everywhere in between, she’d been rocked by orgasm after orgasm. She’d spent months getting her brains fucked out, but what few cells left had been trying to keep count of how many loads she took. She’d lost count in the upper 20s, but was pretty sure she was getting close to 40.

Someone had lifted Marena onto the stage a few minutes ago. She was sprawled on her back, her head lolling backwards off the edge of the stage to deepthroat someone. There was a man sitting on her ribcage, fucking himself with her tits, and another pounding away at her cunt. She had been a very active partner for most of the night, and was enjoying a relaxing stint of simply letting the boys have their way with her.

The first to blow was the man between Marena’s tits. His fingers dug into her aching breasts as he painted her neck and chin with his seed. Her resulting climax elicited a long, deep moan around the shaft buried in her throat. Her vocalizations sent things in motion for the stud in her mouth, and he spurted down her gullet before she had a chance to recover. The convulsions in her snatch from the back-to-back orgasms were too much for the dick pumping between her legs, and she’d involuntarily clutched him tight with her quivering legs. The load in her pussy sent another wave crashing over her. Marena was coughing and gasping heavily as the boys all pulled out of her; not because she’d had a cock down her throat (she had plenty of practice there), but because she’d been cumming for most of a minute straight and hadn’t had enough control of her body to breathe.

Marena’s three fucketeers descended back into the crowd, and she was alone for the first time in at least an hour. The club was huge and packed, so she didn’t think she’d fucked every man in the building, but she had to have been marked by every male patron on this side of the club. She would have to push through a sea of people in search of new dick. Marena was content to rest for a moment and let the sound waves pound into her mound, already noting this as the best night of her life. After a minute, she rolled onto her side so her head wasn’t hanging upside down off the edge, and that’s when she saw him.

DJ Bliss stood behind his equipment, naked but for his headphones. Marena could see by the glistening of his dick and hickeys on his neck that he’d gone out to join in the festivities. She waited until it looked like he was done working, then rolled up onto her knees and called out to him “heeeyyy DeeeJaaayyy!” He must not have heard her though, and he started towards the stairs. Marena shuffled on her hands and knees as fast as she could, and managed to tackle him to the stage.

DJ Bliss looked up at her, saying “woah, woah, easy girl.” Marena saw the recognition enter his eyes and felt a spring of joy in her heart, distinct from the lust-based rapture she’d been filled with all evening. “Have you been to one of my shows before?”

“Mmhmm,” Marena said around his dick. She continued to crawl her way up his body, but had given him a few sucks along the way. “I listen to your album every day,” she said before kissing a line up his abs and chest. “I made copies for my friends, and they love your music too,” she purred as she kissed the DJ’s neck.

“I’m…” Marena grabbed his cock and lined it up with her snatch.

“...Your…” She slid her cunt around his shaft at a measured pace until she bottomed out.

“...Biggest…” She pulled herself up his length slowly, rolling her hips sensuously the whole way, until she felt his tip about to fall free.

“...Fan.” She slammed her massive hips down into his pelvis, sending shockwaves across her fat butt, then proceeded to pulse her kegel muscles to the beat around his captive cock.

“Fuuuck yeeeaaahhh,” the DJ said as he grabbed onto Marena’s love handles and hung on for dear life. She began to bounce on his dick in earnest, clapping her cheeks to the beat, clenching the muscles in her loins, roving her hands around his chest and face, and doing everything she could to make this special for the man that had dominated her thoughts (more literally than she realized) since the day she first saw him. After a minute or two, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her down into a kiss. Despite all the fluids of other partners they had all over them, this coupling felt the closest to “making love” as either of them had experienced in years. As this was far from his first load of the night, they had plenty of time with each other before he painted her insides.

As the DJ pulled out of Marena, she knew in her heart that he was going to go off to find someone else now. The melancholy of this fact was already starting to set in, even as the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippled through her. But then something amazing happened. Instead of just walking away, DJ Bliss took her hand and guided her back towards his audio equipment. She couldn’t keep the shock and elation out of her face. He wasn’t done with her!

DJ Bliss had been blown away. He’d had repeat sessions with dedicated test subjects, but this thick-hipped latina was the first time he’d actually found a woman who had been released “into the wild” with nothing but the CD. He’d certainly seen her work out on the floor tonight, and when she’d tackled and mounted him on the stage, she seemed to be doing everything in her power to prove to him that she knew how to fuck. It was like a sexual resume, and the position she was interviewing for was “cowgirl.” Her holes had been through the wringer tonight, but that pussy had felt euphoric. And if she had friends that’d been listening to the album too? Well, he intended to have a private party with them while he was in town.

He didn’t have to say a word to the pink-fishnet-wrapped slut. He just pulled her by the hand over to his decks and sat down, and she dutifully got on her knees and wrapped her smiling face around his cock. Then, they both got to work.

Before his tryst with the fat-bottomed girl currently doing a fantastic job under the table, DJ Bliss had brought the Pink Note down a little and switched tracks. The new subliminals helped to wind things down smoothly. Women no longer need a partner’s cum to reach orgasm. Men no longer need to seek out new partners. Nothing that happened tonight was bad or wrong. You may leave if you’re tired. You will remain aroused to some degree through the night and all of tomorrow. He knew there were plenty out there, himself included, that were ready to keep going, but there would also be a lot of men whose balls were dry. Without releasing them from their earlier commands, there would be a lot of mismatched pairs stuck in frustrating loops. He had certainly left some poor girls permanently unable to cum on their own before, but a party this big needed to have a way for everyone to get out of the loops they’d been stuck in for the last couple hours. Which reminded him, he might need to think of a way to reword things so lesbians didn’t go into a feedback loop like the blonde and the bartender.

Bringing the Pink Note further down at this point allowed the commands to sink in better. The 33hz buzz had been so hot in the mix at the end that the subliminals would get muddied (hence the unsubtle message in the climactic track). Some folks had already started finding their stuff and heading for the door, so DJ Bliss grabbed the mic and called out over the PA “thanks for coming out tonight. If you had a good time, leave a tip in the jar and grab a CD on your way out.” The DJ couldn’t exactly say he had any moral high ground, but his one last scruple he could hang onto was that at least he wasn’t mind controlling people into giving him money.

With that out of the way, the DJ brought his focus back to the girl bobbing her head on his meat. He gently grabbed her hair and pulled her off of him, then guided her gently to the ground. “You’ve been working really hard tonight.” DJ Bliss threw the woman’s legs over his shoulders and lined himself up with her slit. “Let me take care of you.”

Alesha was getting bounced on the dick of a man that she recognized not by face, but by his hands. It was the really tall dude, the… second guy to fuck her ass? The whole night was a little hazy, but she knew these huge, strong hands that had lifted her onto another guy’s phallus a few hours ago. Those same hands were wrapped almost all the way around her waist, pulling her up and down with her pussy strangling his fat cock. She had her arms around his neck and legs around his waist for balance, but he was clearly doing the lifting, and doing it like it was nothing.

This night had been more than what Alesha had hoped for, but she was beat. She was tired and dehydrated, but still horny. Most importantly, she was still determined not to spend tonight in her apartment, even though she’d gotten railed enough for a lifetime. She looked up at this dude’s face and decided she’d be perfectly happy to wake up to it. She pulled herself so her head was next to his, and groggily said “grab my stuff and take me back to your place baby.”

“Where’s your stuff?” he asked, trying to pull her off his dick and set her down. However, Alesha didn’t let go of him with her arms and legs.

“I didn’t say stop fucking me” Alesha spat back weakly. Once he’d slowly resumed pumping into her, she freed a hand to point at her bikini top that was hanging from some stage lights and grunted. The man proved capable of bouncing her on his cock and walking at the same time. She grabbed the top and fastened it around her tits without letting go of her man. She repeated the process for her skirt and for her handbag at the coat check. She’d reluctantly let him put her down while he found his pants, shirt, and coat, but immediately unzipped his fly, fished out his cock, and climbed back on.

On their way out the door, Alesha leaned over and grabbed a CD from the table. Her mount fished out his wallet and shoved a couple bucks into the jar. Then, swinging his coat over her shoulders, he walked out into the early morning air to find his car, wondering if she’d at least get off of him while he drove.

She didn’t.

Jenny, clothed once again, sat on a barstool as Lan finished pouring out the last call. The two had gotten a couple hours of sex with each other on the dance floor, but as the crowd started to thin and the brain fog lifted, some people wanted drinks (mostly water) before heading home. So it was that Lan had to get up and do her job for a little while. Jenny had told her friends to head out without her, and now she patiently waited for her ride. She intended to end up sleeping at Lan’s place tonight.

It was a little early to close up, but the place was already close to empty. The last few customers at the bar chugged their drinks and shambled out. The manager and bouncer walked around with cardboard boxes to collect underwear, phones, handbags, and anything else destined for the lost & found. There were certainly more forgotten items than usual tonight. The DJ had just finished tearing down his equipment with the help of a woman that was pretty obviously leaving with him tonight. No one was looking presentable, but everyone had put their clothes back on, mostly just so they wouldn’t get lost.

Jenny suddenly remembered something from hours ago. She got up and briskly walked towards the front. She surveyed the table by the door, finding it barren but for an overflowing tip jar. “Shoot,” Jenny muttered, “all the CDs are gone.” While the music hadn’t really been the highlight of her night, she had wanted to take one as a souvenir. She was definitely going to want to remember tonight.

The girl that had been hovering around the DJ came over to Jenny and pulled a disc out of her bag. “Here,” the latina said, handing it over, “you can have mine. I’ve got more copies at home.”

“Actually,” the DJ butted in, “I’m working on a mix that I think will be more…” he looked back and forth between Lan and Jenny, “up your alley. Can you give me your address so I can send it to you when I’m done?”

Jenny obliged, and the couple hefted the last of the DJ’s equipment out of the club. Just as Jenny felt the barest hint of doubt about giving a strange man her address, she felt Lan’s hand on her shoulder. “So, do you need a ride or anything? I live a couple blocks away.”

“If that’s alright? Or we—” Jenny stammered, “...I could stay at your place.” She had never been so forward in her life, but after everything they’d been through tonight, Jenny didn’t want to wake up anywhere tomorrow that wasn’t in Lan’s arms.

Lan raised an eyebrow and smirked. “It’s like that, huh?” After a brief pause that filled Jenny with dread and doubt, Lan threw her arm around the blonde and started walking. “You aren’t allergic to cats, are you?”

Jenny had learned a lot tonight. Primarily, she’d learned the appeal of meeting people at nightclubs.