This choice: On a currently vacant couch in the fancy private lounge area! • Go Back...Chapter #5Aurelia and Sera by: bobob1   Bracing for the incoming impact, your tiny body slammed into a pristine white couch, the soft fabric barely helping to aid in an easy landing, as your careening momentum still resulted in your squishy body splattering into a flat pancake upon landing. Thankfully, it only took you a minute or two to reform, and you stood up wearily, shaking off the nauseating sensation and taking stock of your new situation.
Instantly it was quite apparent that Stacy’s cleavage had miraculously launched you up onto the second floor of the dance club, and you could just barely see her through a thick throng of partiers on the opposite end of the club. You could even just barely make out the look of absolute terror on her face as she realized you had been tossed from between her breasts, while Vicky merely giggled incessantly and hung off of your sister’s shoulder.
Looking at your more immediate surroundings, you took in the gorgeous looking couch you were standing on, and the three symmetrical couches surrounding it. Plush black carpet coated the ground, and red velvet rope blocked off the area you were in. Though you hadn’t attended a club before (at least, never of your own volition), it was clear you had been tossed right into the VIP section.
You mind then wandered to the best course of action for leaving this area and getting back to Stacy. Climbing off of the couch, walking to the stairs and descending them, and then crossing to Stacy seemed simple on paper, but a veritable swarm of drunk partiers stood between you and her. Also, there was absolutely no telling where Stacy was going to head off to now, since she was most assuredly oblivious to where you had landed.
At a bit of a puzzling crossroads, you sat down and rubbed your chin thoughtfully, trying to wrack your brain for the best way to proceed. You were so lost in thoughts that you didn’t see two giantesses being led up the stairs by a night club employee, who ungated the VIP section to allow them in. It wasn’t until one of the two girls spoke that you gasped and shook yourself out of your trance, gaping at the two titanic women now standing uncomfortably close to you.
One of the girls was wearing a tight black sports bra and black leggings, designer purse slung over her shoulder. No other clothing adorned her toned and chiseled body. Her face was set in a cautious frown, and she gave off a powerful aura of intimidation. Clearly defined muscles shone through her still moderately curvy body. Her hair was cropped short and jet black, her eyes a dark brown. She looked to be in her late twenties.
The girl with her was the complete opposite, and you almost felt yourself going blind from the sheer radiance that seemed to emanate off of her. Long, flowing hair was as white as snow, as were her eyes (presumably from contacts). She seemed like she was probably in her mid-twenties. Eye-catchingly gorgeous natural curves were barely contained within a skintight white dress that hugged her bountifully blessed body, deep cut revealing her tantalizing cleavage, and a hem that stopped roughly halfway down her thighs. An innocent smile brightened her face.
“This is all so foreign!” The radiant girl proclaimed, spinning in a circle to take in her surroundings. You immediately picked up on the rather thick and posh British accent ringing off of every word. “The lights, the atmosphere…it’s all so exciting. Goodness, I can barely hear myself over this music!”
“Miss Lexington, how long did you plan to stay here?” The other girl asked, her tone calm and confident. A slight British accent could also be picked up from her speech, but it was faint. She was clearly subservient to the girl in white, Miss Lexington, but not in a submissive way.
“Sera, I told you that you could call me Aurelia.” The beautiful goddess of a girl smiled softly. “I don’t force my employees to act like robots. I know you don’t want to be here.”
Sera shook her head. “Nonsense, Miss Lex…er…Aurelia. Anytime spent with you is enjoyable.”
Aurelia grinned. “Aw, that’s sweet of you!” Aurelia turned to look down upon the dance floor, and you caught the briefest flush of red in Sera’s cheeks. Clearly, the black-haired giantess had feelings for her employer, though it appeared that Aurelia was oblivious.
It was at this moment that you realized you had forgotten your predicament, as you had been too caught up in staring at Sera and Aurelia, and listening to their conversation. You were still very much in a dangerous situation with two massive strangers who had no idea you existed. This realization was further confirmed as Aurelia took two steps backwards, her shadow washing over you as the swell of her butt blocked the light from the ceiling.
You could only let out a faint whimper as the British girl descended, blissfully unaware of your position on the couch underneath her. You caught one brief glimpse of Sera, who appeared to be looking right at you, before Aurelia’s hefty but perfectly sculpted rear end crashed down onto the couch. Your squishy body buckled in a heartbeat, flattening out completely as all of Aurelia’s weight squeezed onto you.
Sera’s frown deepened, watching as some strange, small object vanished beneath her employer’s derriere. Not wanting Aurelia to have sat on something sharp or otherwise dangerous, she was about to speak up when Aurelia let out a cute sigh and shifted her butt back and forth a bit, getting comfortable. Sera’s gaze frustratingly whipped to the hypnotic sight of Aurelia’s hips grinding back and forth, the dazzlingly smile growing wider on her angelic face.
Sera mentally slapped herself for being so unprofessional, and once more prepared to speak when Aurelia casually crossed and uncrossed her legs, reaching forward to grab a glass of wine from the table in front of her. Her thick thighs parted for one brief second, revealing cute purple panties within, and her boobs threated to spill from her dress when she leaned over.
Sera cursed softly under her breath and averted her gaze as inconspicuously as she could, willing the fiery blush in her cheeks to subside. She hated herself for being so hopelessly love-challenged around her employer. She hated the fact that she just had to be serving the prettiest girl she’d ever laid eyes on. Most of all, she hated her cowardice for never telling Aurelia how she felt. After all, how could a simple bodyguard fall in love with an upper class girl?
“You look so stuffy!” Aurelia giggled, her laughter like chiming bells from heaven. Sera thanked god that the room was too dark for Aurelia to notice her crimson cheeks.
Sera responded to Aurelia. “I wish I could be wearing my suit.”
“Well, mother thought that you’d stand out to much in a suit. I think you look cute in your outfit.” Aurelia casually complimented, sending a barely concealed rush of happiness through Sera. “Mother really does try to control all of my life, doesn’t she?”
“It’s not often someone of your status comes over to the United States to film a movie. Your acting career is really taking off.” Sera noted. “But, I think your mother was mostly surprised by your desire to visit a night club, of all places. That’s why she asked me, your personal bodyguard, to be with you at all times.”
Aurelia’s eyes gleamed. “It’s the excitement of it all! Mother never let’s me do anything fun back at home. It’s only parties, ceremonies, and banquets. No one back at the mansion knows how to have fun.” She let out a deep sigh. “And I have to fly back tomorrow…”
“That’s why we’re having fun today.” Sera let herself smile slightly, breathing in the atmosphere. After a brief pause, she remembered the weird object still trapped under Aurelia’s butt. “Oh, also, I believe that you…uh…sat on something.”
Aurelia tilted her head in an adorable way. “Goodness, did I?” Promptly, she stood up and whirled around to peer down upon the white couch, trying to see if she could spot what she had sat on. Her round rump, now pointed directly at Sera, swung listlessly side-to-side as she searched the couch. Sera bit back a sharp gasp and looked the other way, fearing she’d succumb to temptation if she stared at Aurelia’s bountiful booty any longer.
While all of the discussion had been going on, you had suffered under copious amounts of pressure being exerted onto you from Aurelia’s ass during the past five minutes, her natural body heat combining with the vacuum of sweat underneath her. Your paper-thin body had begun to adhere and firmly stick to the surface as time passed…but the surface of what?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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