Posh sluts night out

My first time attending The Black Rose for a waltz night. I don't know if it's just a quirk of circumstance that I've never inadvertently turned up for one before, or is it a night theme that has now entered rotation? I know ballroom nights have long been part of the schedule so perhaps a waltz night has been included as an alternative for one of those nights?

I'll be honest, my awareness of these dancing themed nights is limited because I tend to give them a bit of a wide berth. I'm so particularly interested in the music (film scores is the one that I truly enjoy showing up for)  so the only appeal to me would be if I had a partner to attend with, otherwise you end up sitting on the side lines, much like how this evening started out for me.

I was eventually saved from being on my lonesome by Jess and Emmy randomly turning up. Don't think I've ever seen either of them at The Black Rose before. But I'm certainly never going to complain about getting to hang out with my favourite girlies. Even if, by turning up as a pair, it still left us at an odd number and, therefore, short one dancing partner.

Not to worry though. We were all more than happy to hang out and enjoy each other's company. Maybe with a little bit of playful teasing in there as well. Mostly about who the biggest slut out of us... (hint - I'm in a very distant last place)

When closing time arrived, Emmy and I hoped in an Uber over to Nocturnus to continue the night there. Jess, on the other hand, elected to head home for a change of clothes first. To be fair, a sensible idea given how grimey and sweaty Nocturnus is, especially when the place is heaving and there is absolutely no personal space to be found. Not really the sort of conditions that I particularly like exposing any of my sexy little dresses to, so I get why anyone would want to change first.

This is Jess we are talking about though. So she wasn't worried about what stains she might collect on her light black dress. I suppose she is very accustomed to going home at the end of the night with stains from bodily fluids on her outfits. Maybe not sweat but you know what I mean...

No, the real reason she wanted to get changed was to look less posh and more slutty. Her words, not mine...

To be fair, even though she changed into a sheer top that let the whole world she her nipples, I still think Emmy was the sluttier of the two Titty Twins; dancing around in a very short dress with no panties underneath, anyone who cared to catch a peek at her freshly trimmed pubic strip and slit, could have easily done soon. And only Emmy knows how much tit tape she must have had to use to stop her booba from spilling out literally every time she moved. 

However, a new addition to our team for the night, Chey, was 100% of the opinion that Jess was indeed the slutiest dressed off us.