Welcome to the Innocent World

The announcer's voice blasted through the mic, cutting through the haze of heat and moans.

"Let's rock the club today, guys!!!" he roared, his energy lighting up the room. The music kicked in hard

—*badam, badam, badam*—

A pounding beat that rattled the walls and set the whole place throbbing. Around the stage, girls swayed their hips, bodies loose and wild, while guys grabbed them from behind, hands sliding around waists and hips.

But it wasn't just the music filling the air now—it was the huffing breaths, the raw moans, the sounds of skin on skin that took over, turning the club into a chaotic, sweaty mess.

Everywhere I looked, people were fucking, caught up in the madness Afa and I had sparked.

Over by the tables, some were going at it with their partners, clothes half-on, half-torn. Others didn't even bother with familiarity—random hookups flared up like wildfire.

One woman sprawled out on a table, legs spread wide, letting a stranger pound into her while she sucked another guy's dick from above, her lips stretched tight around him. The guy getting sucked off grinned down at the one fucking her.

"She's enjoying it, hehe," he said, winking as he thrust his hips forward.

"Truly, she does," the other guy laughed, his hands reaching down to fondle her boobs, squeezing them rough. He tugged at her nipples, pulling them just to tease her, and she moaned around the dick in her mouth, her body arching into both of them.

"You like that, huh?" he muttered, smirking as he pinched harder.

Nearby, another scene was unfolding—wilder, messier. A guy in a red shirt had a woman bent over a table in doggy style, her dress ripped open from the bottom, the fabric dangling in tatters around her thighs.

He was pounding her pussy hard, grunting with every thrust, while she lay draped over another man—her husband—beneath her.

His hands held her steady, their bodies pressed close as she rocked with the stranger's dick that was fucking her from behind.

"Darling… I'm sorry… ahh… ahh…" she gasped, her voice breaking between moans. "I love his dick… so much…"

Her husband cupped her face, his fingers gentle despite the chaos, and pulled her into a kiss, soft and deep.

"It's okay," he murmured against her lips, his voice calm, understanding. "I get it."

She smiled through her moans, her eyes fluttering as the guy behind her kept going.

"Ahh… thank you…" she breathed, gratitude mixing with pleasure as she leaned into her husband's touch, her body trembling between the two men.

The club was a blur of bodies now—tables creaking, drinks spilling, the air thick with sweat and lust.

The music kept pulsing, but it was the raw sounds of everyone losing themselves that owned the night, a wild echo of what Afa and I had started.

Over on a beat-up couch in the corner, a woman was riding a guy's cock, her hips bouncing up and down like she was keeping time with the music's wild beat.

The guy gripped her ass tight, his fingers digging into her skin as she moved, her thighs flexing with every thrust. She clutched a beer bottle in one hand, tipping it back for a sloppy swig, the liquid dribbling down her chin before she leaned forward and kissed him hard, lips crashing into his.

"So good, babe…" she purred, pulling back just enough to grin at him, her voice thick with heat as she rocked harder.

He chuckled, his hands squeezing her ass even tighter.

"It's 'cause you're so damn hot, love," he said, his giggle turning into a groan as she shifted her angle, sliding his dick deeper inside her.

"Fuck, keep doing that…"

"Yeah?" she teased, her free hand grabbing his shoulder for leverage as she started moving faster, moaning loud, her body slick with sweat.

"Like this?" She ground down on him, her hips rolling in a rhythm that had him under his breath.

Meanwhile, up on stage, the announcer watched the chaos unfold, shaking his head with a grin.

"Damn, we were supposed to dance here, folks!" he shouted into the mic, his voice dripping with mock disbelief.

"You guys have gone full-on crazy!" The crowd roared with laughter, loving his jab, their cheers mixing with the moans and gasps filling the club.

Before he could say more, a bar dancer walked up to him, her hips swaying like she owned the place. She stopped right in front of him, smirking as she ran her hand over his groin, teasing him through his pants.

"What about you, huh?" she murmured, leaning in to kiss him slow and deep, her lips pressing hard against his.

"Ohh, man…" he mumbled against her mouth, pulling back just enough to catch his breath.

She didn't hesitate—her fingers flicked open the clasp of her bra, letting it drop to the stage, her boobs spilling out, full and bare under the flashing lights. Then she reached down, unclipping her skirt, and let it fall in a heap around her ankles, leaving her in nothing as she wasn't wearing her panties.

"I guess I'm gonna go crazy too," he said, his voice cracking with a laugh as he stared at her, half-stunned, half-ready.

She flashed him a sultry smile, bending down on her knees right there in front of everyone. With a quick twist, she tied her hair back, her movements smooth and deliberate, like she'd done this a hundred times.

Her hands went to his belt, unbuckling it fast, and she slid his pants down, the fabric pooling at his feet. The underwear came next, tugged off in one swift pull, and his dick sprang free, hard and ready.

"Shit, you don't waste time," he muttered, grinning down at her as she wrapped her fingers around his dick.

"Nope," she shot back, winking up at him before leaning in. Without a second's pause, she took his dick in her mouth, sucking him deep, her lips sliding down his length with a wet, eager pull.

"Ahh, fuck…" he moaned, his head tipping back as the sensation hit him hard. His hands found her head, fingers threading through her tied-back hair as she moved, in and out, her tongue working him over.

"Goddamn, you're good," he groaned, his grip tightening as she bobbed faster, enjoying every second of it, the crowd's cheers fading into a dull roar around them.

The announcer glanced over at us, his voice rough with a mix of awe and amusement as he gripped the bar dancer's head, pushing his dick deeper into her mouth.

"Ahh… Austin… you guys surely did some magic to this place," he said, his eyes flicking toward me and Afa.

"Everyone's lost themselves…" The wet *gwak, gwak* sound echoed as she took him, her throat working around him, but then he paused mid-thrust, catching himself with a sheepish smile. "Oh, right—you can't exactly answer me right now, can you?" he chuckled, shaking his head like he'd just realized how caught up we all were.