“Here’s to Andrew for getting us these free drinks!” Olivia said while holding her glass in the air towards Mackenzie who was holding an equally colorful drink in her hands. A brief exchange with the bartender which involved pulling your limbs out of the top of her skin-tight skirt to prove that you were, in fact, a tiny, led to her getting a stamp on the wrist that read Wardrobe VIP.
Mackenzie rolled her eyes subtly, trying to hide her annoyance that you were still on the front of Olivia’s mind, before she raised her glass up as well and clinked it together with her best friend. “See, maybe there are some benefits to having him as a thong!” She responded while raising her eyebrows. “I mean how often does regular Anthony get you free drinks?”
“Mack!” Olivia responded, nearly spitting out the first sip of the shockingly delicious drink that she had received for free. “He might not be able to score free drinks but he does buy them for me like the gentleman he is.” She said, while reaching down and gently fondling her own ass cheek in a misguided attempt to caress you.
“Alright, alright, I get it. Let’s just relax and enjoy these drinks.” Mackenzie said, giving up on trying to convince Olivia of the benefits of having you as her thong for the time being. If she couldn’t get Olivia to admit that, then her next goal would be to get her to forget about you instead.
The two girls slurped down their fruity cocktails alarmingly quickly as they began to talk about a variety of topics other than you. With Mackenzie doing her best to steer clear of any conversations about tinies, or even events that would remind Olivia of your existence. Soon enough when the last bits of the first drink were polished off, Mackenzie waved down the bartender and ordered two more, prompting a bit of concern from Olivia, but not an overwhelming amount. Mackenzie hid a smirk as her voluptuous best friend began to visibly relax. Her plan was finally progressing.
The second drink went down even quicker than the first for the two girls, as their conversation grew more and more lighthearted. They began to look around the club, commenting on certain women’s dance moves on the floor, as well as the decor of the venue. It was at that exact moment, when Olivia’s head was turned and checking out some wall art that Mackenzie had pointed out, that Mackenzie waved at the bartender once more and held up 6 fingers, mouthing the word “six shots please”. The bartender simply nodded her head and filled up the glasses, placing three in front of Mackenzie and three in front of Olivia. Olivia then turned around, shifting her ass thoughtlessly across the leather bar stool before gasping at the booze placed in front of them.
“Mack! You said only one or two drinks!” Olivia exclaimed.
“Yeah, we had our two drinks! But these are shots, not drinks, dummy! And what’s the deal, you afraid that I’m gonna drink you under the table just like the old days?” Mackenzie retorted.
Olivia’s mouth dropped open, feigning that she took offense to her best friend’s comments before furrowing her brow and breaking into a competitive smile. And as soon as her hand reached out to pick up one of the shot glasses, Mackenzie knew her mission was accomplished. With a genuine smile on her face as well, she picked up her respective glass and clinked it with Olivia’s before tapping it down on the table and slamming it down her gullet simultaneously. Both girls’ faces scrunched up for a moment before they broke into a fit of laughter. Nearly immediately they reached for the second glass… and then the third. And the moment the third empty shot glass slammed back down on the table, Olivia let out a rather unladylike belch unintentionally. Both girls’ eyes shot open as they looked at each other for a moment before breaking out into even more uncontrollable laughter than they did a moment before.
“I’m going to hit the bathroom real quick, wait here for a sec!” Mackenzie said as she walked away. Olivia simply flashed her a thumbs up and relaxed into her drunken stupor further. She felt as though some sort of weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, however when she tried to remember what the cause of it was, she drew a blank. Unbeknownst to Olivia, however, was the fact that Mackenzie was not, in fact, heading to the bathroom. She was actually secretly walking to the DJ’s booth, requesting a song and sliding the woman $20 before heading back to the bar to meet back up.
As soon as Mackenzie returned, the record scratched and a new song blared over the speakers. Olivia’s face lit up the second she heard the first note of the music. It was the girls’ favorite old pop song from their childhood! Memories of countless sleepovers listening to this artist on repeat and dancing in their bedrooms flooded back to both of them immediately.
“No way. Liv, we HAVE to go dance!” Mackenzie said, now putting her plan to the test to see if she truly had forgotten about you.
“Uhh, DUH WE DO-- err… wait a sec. I feel like I’m forgetting something. Something important… Wassshn’t there some reason I wasn’t supposed to dance tonight?” Olivia said, beginning to sound audibly more drunk by the end of her sentence. She stood up, tapped her foot and looked upward, each tap jiggling her entire lower body as she tried to jog her memory.
Attempting to nip this last effort from Olivia’s brain to remember you in the bud, Mackenzie interjected, “Wasn’t it your ankle? Did you hurt it playing basketball recently or something?”
Olivia looked back and squinted, before jumping in the air and landing on her feet in a goofy pose with a smile. Her assets were sent into earthquake-like jiggles as she did so, prompting Mackenzie’s jaw to drop before she quickly closed it again. “Nope! Ankle feels all good now! Guess I was wrong!” Olivia practically yelled over the loud music.
“Well girl, then what are we waiting for! If I was blessed with an ass like yours I would have been shaking it hours ago! Or maybe you don’t have the moves like you used to?!” Mackenzie responded playfully.
Olivia feigned that she took offense for a moment, before shouting “YEAH, RIGHT” and grabbing Mackenzie’s hand to lead her to the dance floor. Mackenzie basked in her victory for a moment, savoring the feeling as she followed Olivia onto the dance floor. With you out of her mind, the night could really begin.
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Deep, deep down below in a sweaty, confined place that you had spent countless hours in (sometimes on purpose but mostly on accident) you were completely out of the loop of the situation above you. The very act of being stretched around your girlfriend’s massive hips and ass was already an unenjoyable task for you. Her enormous assets were practically too much for you to handle when you were intentionally trying to enjoy them, but acting as her thong was a herculean task for your one-inch form. Your muscles ached, and your sense of time and hearing were utterly muffled by the tidal wave of butt flesh that crushed you into her crack. Of course, your sense of smell, and unfortunately taste, were alive and well, as those senses were assaulted by the earthy stench of ass sweat that slowly built over each passing minute. The only connection you had with the outside world was the pounding bassline of music that traveled up Olivia’s legs and subtly vibrated her cheeks. The vibration was nearly unnoticeable to her and anyone else around her, but for you it meant that you were being subjected to a near constant beatdown of ass.
For a while, you could tell that your girlfriend was seated at the very least, since her cheeks were crushed together with more force than you had experienced earlier in the night. And while the experience of this constant crushing was still bad, you could at least try to convince yourself to get used to it. After an indiscernible amount of time passed like this, however, you quickly felt your situation shift as Olivia had clearly stood up from wherever she was sitting. One leg must have tapped the ground a few times as the cheek attached to that leg assaulted you specifically, smashing your face and upper body into her now moderately sweaty skin. But nothing could prepare you for what was to come. You felt your girlfriend’s body jump into the air, as you were given your first moment without her cheeks actively squishing you together while her body soared into the air. This brief respite, however, was utterly destroyed as her feet made contact with the ground once more, throwing her cheeks together like colliding waves of jiggly flesh. Your thong-like form was chewed up into her crack worse than ever before as you silently cried out. What was she doing up there? You could have sworn that she said that it would just be a few drinks and then the girls would quickly come back home.
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Olivia’s massive ass threatened to pop out of the bottom of her form-fitting white skirt immediately as she carelessly shook her butt on the dance floor. With Mackenzie doing her best to keep up with the chaotic, bubbly girl’s gyrations, she truly was entranced by the show that your girlfriend was putting on. Other women on the dance floor were just as impressed, backing away a few feet to give her space to move. The song seamlessly transitioned into one with even more of an entrancing bassline, as Olivia continued to move her hips without a care in the world. She was having a complete blast at this point, dancing with her best friend in what might be her new favorite night club.
(continued next chapter)
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