American GILF

American GILF

Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18 and are all fictional.

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Oak Hills

American Suburbia.

3:07 p. m.

The sun dipped just low enough to cast a golden hue over the neatly trimmed lawns of Oak Hills. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant laughter of children playing.

Rose stood in her kitchen, watching the view and taking in the comfort of a quiet suburban afternoon. She hummed a tune from her youth. It was a gentle melody that reminded her of days long past as she finished washing a few dishes.

The oven dinged, snapping her out of her reverie. She put on a pair of oven mitts and gently pulled out the fresh-baked cookies. "Perfect," she smiled as she placed them gently on a wire rack to cool.

The delicious aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the kitchen.

"Grandma!"

"In the kitchen!" she called back.

Julie walked into the kitchen and saw her grandmother standing by the sink. Her youthful and bubbly energy filled the room, and it always made everything a little brighter. "Hey, Grandma," she greeted, striding over to wrap her arms around Rose.

"Hi, honey," Rose smiled, drying her hands off.

"Oooh, cookies."

"Uh-uh-uh." Rose covered the cookies with baking paper to remove the temptation. "Those are for the church sale tomorrow."

"Oh, come on," Julie pouted. "Just one?" she grinned.

An amused expression appeared on Rose's face. "Just. One."

Julie quickly snatched a warm cookie from the wire rack. They made small talk as she munched on her cookie and drank lemonade. Julie visited her grandmother almost every day. The bond they shared was more like that of a mother and daughter rather than a grandmother and granddaughter.

Julie would often share things with her grandma that she would never tell her own mother.

"Grandma," Julie said. "Don't you ever get bored?"

Rose frowned, slightly caught off guard by the question. "Bored? What do you mean?"

"You know... with your life. I mean, wouldn't you like a little excitement?"

Rose chuckled. "Oh sweetheart, I keep myself busy. I've got my garden, book club, church, and the occasional afternoon tea with the ladies."

Julie rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, wow. Book club and church? Talk about an adrenaline rush," she said sarcastically.

Rose laughed. "Well, maybe your definition of excitement is different than mine. Honey, I'm 65 years old. Sometimes you seem to forget that. You talk as if I'm 18 years old."

"That's because you don't look 65. I mean, Grandma. You... you're still hot, you know," Julie said with a cheeky grin.

"Oh my gosh, Julie."

Julie wasn't only saying that to sweet-talk her grandmother. She observed with keen eyes the way her blouse hugged her ample tits and the contours of her body, accentuating the curves that only had matured with age. A trim waist and a nice ass that her cropped pants did little to hide.

Her blonde hair still had a vibrant shine, styled in a sleek bob that framed her face elegantly, and she had the same piercing blue eyes as Julie.

Rose looked down, a hint of pink coloring her cheeks. She cleared her throat as she tugged self-consciously at her blouse. "Well, thank you, dear. It certainly has been a while since I've been called... hot, but I think I'm way past prime."

"Listen, Grandma. I'm not talking about you going out and partying every night. That's not what I mean. I'm talking about going out to a bar for a nice drink, maybe a dinner, maybe... a club or even a date." Julie said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"A date?! What are you talking about?! Julie, I was married for more than 40 years. I'm not gonna go out on any dates with strange men."

"I assume Grandpa was a stranger when you first went out with him."

"That's... well, yeah, that's true, but that was different."

"How so?"

"Because I was 19 and your grandfather was 20. That's what was different. Now, I'm 65 and a widow."

"Oh, but that's where you're wrong, Grandma. You'd be surprised how many guys go for older women like you. You are a cougar." Julie smirked mischievously.

"A what?!"

"I know a lot of guys who would love to take you... for a nice long ride." Julie smiled wickedly.

Rose gasped. "Julie!" she hissed.

Julie laughed, and Rose could feel her ears burning from the brashness of the innuendo. "Okay, okay. All jokes aside, maybe you should try and do something a little bit out of your usual routine. I mean, come on, Grandma, trying something new is not going to kill you. If anything, the change of pace might do you some good."

Rose contemplated Julie's words. There was no denying that her life revolved around the same, somewhat mundane activities. She considered the monotony of her days--the gardening, the baking, the weekly chores--and felt a pang of something unfamiliar. It wasn't sadness exactly; she was more than happy with what she had, but it was more a sense of... staleness.

Julie could see the wheels turning in her grandmother's head. Part of her had always wondered if her grandmother missed male companionship. The thought often crept into her mind whenever she visited Rose. Her grandfather, Robert, had passed away five years ago. She may indeed have been in her 60s, but her grandmother was still a flesh-and-blood woman.

Rose sighed, leaning back in her chair. "Okay," she finally spoke. "So, what do you have in mind?"

Julie's mischievous smile only grew wider. "Stacey and I will take care of that. Don't worry about anything."

Rose felt a hint of trepidation at those words. "I don't like the sound of that."

"Oh, come on, Grandma! It will be fun, I promise."

"Fine," Rose gave in. "I'll trust you."

"Yes!" Julie exclaimed.

"BUT!" Rose interrupted. "No dates. I'm dead serious, Julie. If I open that door and see a man standing on the other side, you can forget about any of this."

Julie rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes. No dates. I promise."

Rose took a deep breath and nodded, agreeing to their mysterious plan.

***

Saturday

4:17 p. m.

The next two days went by without a peep from Julie. Perhaps the whole idea was a fleeting whim, something that Julie forgot in the hustle of her young life.

Rose would be lying if she didn't feel relieved that the whole thing had just been crazy young people's talk. God knows what Julie had in mind. She went on with her usual routine--tending to her garden, going to church, and preparing for her book club meeting.

As she kneeled by her roses, the quiet was shattered by the unmistakable sound of a car rumbling to a halt outside her house. A couple of doors slammed shut, followed by the sounds of multiple footsteps approaching. Rose straightened, brushing the soil from her knees, and turned to see what was going on.

Rose saw Julie and her best friend Stacey strutting down the garden path. The wide grin on their young faces and the shopping bags hanging on their arms told Rose everything she needed to know.

"Hi, Grandma!"

"Hello, Rose." Stacey grinned.

Rose removed her gardening gloves. "I assume this is about what we talked about a couple of days ago?"

Julie could barely contain her excitement. "Are you ready to paint the town red, Grandma?"

Rose laughed. The playful glint in their eyes told her that they had something up their sleeves. "You girls don't quit, do you? But first things first. Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise," Stacey replied.

"That's not going to work," Rose said dryly. "Where are we going, ladies? I need to know what I'm getting myself into." Rose said, standing her ground.

"Fine... jeez, what a party pooper. We are going to Dorsia. It's a nightclub. A very high-end nightclub. Stacey has a--"

"Excuse me, what did you say?" Rose interrupted. "A nightclub? Are you two out of your minds?! I'm not going anywhere!"

"Grandma! You promised!" Julie whined.

"I didn't promise anything. I said that I was taking you up on your offer. You didn't even tell me what it was. 'Stacey and I will take care of that. Don't worry about anything.' Those were your words, Julie."

"Rose, but what's the problem exactly? Have you ever even been to a nightclub before?"

Rose turned to Stacey. "The problem? What if someone sees me? What if--"

Julie interrupted her. "Oh, yeah, cuz your church friends love going dancing." Julie chuckled.

"Girls, I-I just can't. I'm sorry."

"Rose," Stacey began. "There is loud music, people dancing, and drinking. Nothing else. How about this... We go inside. We sit down, order a couple of drinks, and if you don't like it, we'll leave."

Rose pondered Stacey's words. Stacey and Julie had been best friends since middle school. Over the years, the two had grown as close as sisters. While Julie had blonde hair and blue eyes just like Rose, Stacey had bronze skin, jet-black hair, and dark eyes, making the pair the perfect yin and yang.

Now as the two young women stood before her brimming with excitement, Rose couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Their happy smiles had quickly turned into disappointment.

Their eyes had dimmed like a candle flame in the wind. It was clear they were looking forward to this. Rose took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and nodded. "Alright, you've got me. Let's get ready for this nightclub."

The girls' cheers filled the garden. "But like Stacey said, we'll leave if I say so!"

However, the girls weren't listening anymore as they dragged her back inside. "Come on, Grandma. We bought you something."

"Oh, gosh."

Once inside, Rose's room was filled with frenzied activity. Clothes were scattered on the bed, and they began to get ready.

Julie chose a black bodycon dress. The dress looked like it had been painted on her body. The spaghetti straps struggled to contain her youthful assets. Her outfit was complemented by a pair of black heels.

Stacey, on the other hand, slipped into high-waisted leather pants, showcasing and hugging every curve of her toned legs and tight ass. She pulled on the white crop top, which ended just below her breasts, revealing a strip of toned midriff.

"Julie, honey," Rose said. "Don't you think you're showing a little too much?"

"Grandma..." Julie sighed, and Stacey giggled as she did her makeup.

"If I were you, I would also change," Julie smirked. "Here's your new dress." She said, handing her grandmother a brand-new dress.

Rose took the dress gingerly, bracing herself for whatever they had prepared, and went into her walk-in closet to change. Her heart raced as she began to undress, her modest attire pooling onto the floor.

The dress was a stunning, deep burgundy color. The dress highlighted her well-maintained curves in a way that was both unfamiliar and somewhat exhilarating. Her eyes widened at the plunging low neckline, revealing the swell of her breasts and more cleavage than she had shown in years.

Rose stared at herself in the mirror, her breath catching in her throat. The dress ended just above her knees. It was a classic-looking dress except for the low-cut square neckline that displayed the juicy roundness of her mature breasts. She had never worn anything so... daring.

"Oh my god," she muttered. Her hands drifted to the neckline, trying to tug it upwards. However, it seemed the dress had been tailored to showcase her assets, not to hide them.

"Grandma, what's taking so long!"

"Give me a minute!"

Julie's and Stacey's grins grew wide like a Cheshire cat when Rose finally stepped out from her walk-in closet.

"Well, well, well, Rose," Stacey said, her voice thick with mirth, "Now I see where Julie gets it from."

Rose's hands flew to her cleavage. "I can't believe this is the dress you bought me. I can't go out like this."

"Sure, you can, and you will," Julie said.

Julie stepped closer, placing a hand on her grandmother's arm. "You look stunning, Grandma," she assured her, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "I know you're probably thinking that we just want to mess with you or have a laugh, but we just want you to have a little fun."

"You only live once, right?" Stacey added. "And who knows, you might end up having a ton of fun."

The genuine words resonated deep within Rose. Whatever trepidation she felt seemed to dissipate like mist. She took a deep breath and looked at the woman in the mirror. The dress was a little risqué, but it did look good on her. The color brought out the vibrancy of her eyes, and the cut emphasized the curves she had always had and her late husband had enjoyed so much.

She felt a sense of power she hadn't experienced in years--decades, even. "Thank you, girls. And yes, you're right, Stacey. You only live once. I'll try and keep an open mind."

The girls mentally fist-bumped, and they looked at each other meaningfully.

When Rose turned around, Julie stopped her. "Uh, Grandma?"

"Yes, dear?"

"You can't wear your usual underwear with that dress."

Rose froze at those words. "Wh- What's wrong with my underwear?"

Stacey stifled a laugh, and Julie suppressed her own. "There's nothing wrong with your underwear. It's just... you need different underwear," Julie declared with a tone of determination in her voice.

Rose watched as Julie reached inside one of the shopping bags. She felt the color leave her face as she took in the delicate lace of the barely-there thong. "Julie... you can't be serious."

They chuckled. "Oh, we're being dead serious, Grandma. This way you won't have any of those pesky panty lines. It's either this or--"

"Or you can go commando," Stacey cut in and smiled devilishly. "Like I am." Rose felt her stomach flutter. Her eyes went to Stacey's pants. The young girl was not wearing any underwear.

Rose snatched a black thong from Julie's grasp with a resigned sigh. She was not going to protest anymore, and it was better than going commando. Part of her realized this was part of the "experience"--the feeling of something new and daring against her skin.

Once everything was in place, Rose went back out again. "Perfect!" Stacey clapped her hands together. "Now, let's get your hair done," Stacey said.

"And makeup." Julie smiled.

***

Night had fallen over the quiet suburban neighborhood, and the three women were ready. Their heels clicked against the pavement as they walked to Stacey's car.

Rose took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't help but glance around, hoping that none of her neighbors would see her dressed that way.

She squared her shoulders, trying to project an air of confidence that she did not feel. Her large breasts jiggled enticingly as she tried to walk as naturally as possible in her daring, red, three-inch heels. She could feel the weight of her breasts pressing against the fabric of her dress, but she remained steadfast, forcing herself not to adjust anything.

Her ass quivered with every step she took. The feeling of wearing such a flimsy piece of underwear was so foreign to her that it felt like she was naked.

They made small talk as they drove through the city.

"Julie, I still think I'm showing too much cleavage," Rose said, as she glanced down.

Julie giggled. "Nonsense, Grandma. You've still got it. So, you should flaunt it a little bit. Besides, you're hotter than the hottest cougars at the club."

"Oh my god, please stop calling me a cougar."

Both girls laughed.

Rose stepped out of the car, feeling a peculiar mix of dread and thrill. As she stared at the large name "Dorsia" across the club facade, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd bitten more than she could chew.

The thumping bass line of the music resonated in her chest like a heartbeat as they approached the door. The music and a cologne-like smell hit her like a wall when they entered. The lights were dim, and the entire place was bathed in a dark blue light.

Julie took her hand in a reassuring grip. "It's okay. Just stay close," she murmured in Rose's ear. The music was so loud that Rose thought the vibration would go right through her chest, but she forced a smile and allowed herself to be led.

Rose's eyes took a moment to adjust through the dimly lit interior as the trio made their way to the bar. Her first instinct was to shrink away and watch the young crowd from the sidelines. She felt every one of her sixty-five years as she glanced around the room, surrounded by the sleek, taut bodies of the youth.

Yet, as Rose moved through the crowd, she caught glimpses of a few men looking her way, and their gazes seemed to linger on her a little too long. She could only hope it was her eyes playing tricks on her.

The bartender, a young man with a piercing in his left eyebrow and sleeve tattoos on both arms, greeted them with a courteous nod.

"Good evening, ladies! What are we having?" he asked.

"Cranberry vodka!" Julie smiled.

"Rum and coke!" Stacey nodded.

"And for you?" the bartender asked, looking towards Rose.

"Oh! I... um... Can I get just a Coke?"

"A Coke? Come on, Grandma!" Julie nudged her.

"I don't know... You choose then."

"Let me," Stacey interjected. She beckoned the bartender over. "Give her a Long Island iced tea. Make it a little stronger. She is a first-timer."

The young man quirked a brow. "No kidding. First time here, huh? I've got you." He smiled.

Rose watched as the bartenders mixed the drinks. Their movements were swift and precise, not spilling a single drop.

"Here you go," the bartender smiled.

Rose stared at the tall glass. "What is that?"

"It's called a Long Island Tea," Stacey replied. "You'll love it."

Rose took a tentative sip. The sweet liquid was a mix of flavors she had never experienced before. The vodka hit her first. The cool drink slid down her throat, leaving a pleasant, fiery trail in its wake. Rose coughed a little, eliciting a couple of chuckles from the girls. "There you go, Rose. Think of it as an acquired taste." Stacey grinned.

Despite her initial reaction, the sweetness of the drink danced on her tongue, and Rose found herself taking another sip. The girls watched with amused expressions as Rose took yet another sip.

"Do you like it, Grandma?" Julie asked.

A small smile played on Rose's lips. "Yes. The drink is very nice." The cough had been more from surprise than anything else. Rose enjoyed a nice glass of wine from time to time, but this was no wine.

They clinked their glasses together. "Congrats on your first club, Grandma!" Julie grinned.

"Let's goooooo." Stacey chuckled.

Rose couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah. To new adventures."

***

As the night grew darker and the music got louder, the drinks flowed more freely. The alcohol spread through Rose's veins like a warm embrace, loosening the knots of tension she felt at the beginning and starting to make her feel lighter than air.

The Long Island Teas seemed to go smoother, as the sharp bite of the alcohol was now a familiar friend that made her feel fuzzy.

Two young men approached them; they were fixated on Julie and Stacey. "Ladies," the one with the spiky hair said with a shit-eating grin. "You two are the most beautiful flowers in this garden. Would you like to dance?"

Stacey bit back a laugh at the really bad pick-up line.

"Thanks, boys," Julie said sweetly. "But not tonight."

Rose saw the exchange and felt bad that she was stopping the girls from having a little fun. "It's alright, girls. Go. Go have your fun."

"Grandma, but I can just leave you here," Julie protested.

"Sweetie, I'll be fine," Rose said with a knowing smile, giving Julie's hand a reassuring squeeze. "You and Stacey go and dance a little. Just... be safe."

Julie hesitated, still not convinced. Her grandmother had never been to one of these places, and the thought of leaving her alone was unnerving. "Jules, she's gonna be right here at the bar," Stacey murmured in her ear.

So, with a final reassuring smile, they slipped into the writhing mess of dancers, leaving sweet Rose all alone at the bar.

Rose sipped the rest of her drink and immediately ordered another one. After a few minutes of savoring her new drink, she felt the sudden urgency to go to the bathroom. She had lost count of how many teas she had drunk--three, four, maybe even five?

It didn't matter; she just needed to go to the bathroom. Her legs wobbled a bit as she stood from the barstool. "My goodness," she muttered. She couldn't help but smile to herself.

She was a little drunk but had to admit she felt rather good--the alcohol had loosened her inhibitions, and the compliments from the bartender and the occasional admiring glance from the younger men had bolstered her confidence.

Rose thought about going into the crowd of people to look for Julie, but she just needed to go to the bathroom. It wasn't the end of the world. Finally, she spotted the sign for the ladies' room, and surprisingly, there was no line.

After using the bathroom, Rose found herself wandering down a corridor she hadn't noticed earlier. The hall was much quieter, and the bass from the music was a muffled throb rather than a hammer in her chest.

The door was pushed open to reveal a very expensive-looking VIP section. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and cigar smoke. A bar stretched the length of the room with a line of what must be very expensive bottles. Rose felt like she shouldn't be there, but the room was a stark contrast to where she had just been.

The odd part was that... it was completely empty. The VIP section was a ghost town.

Just as she was about to leave, a tall, black man seemed to emerge from the shadows. Rose felt her breath hitch, the sudden appearance of the man startling her.

He was putting away his phone, his eyes sweeping the room before landing on her. "You lost, beautiful?" His voice was deep and smooth like the rum she had been drinking.

"Oh! I-I'm sorry... I just went to the bathroom, and I just wanted to take a little peek," Rose rambled and chuckled nervously.

The man approached her. His skin was the color of polished mahogany. He was dressed impeccably in a crisp white shirt that stretched taut across his broad chest and black pants that hugged his powerful thighs.

Rose gulped and licked her lips, unaware of her action. He is all MAN, and her heart began to race.

"It's all good," he chuckled. "A beautiful woman like you is always welcome."

Rose felt a sudden rush of heat to her cheeks. She didn't know what to say or how to react to the stranger's forwardness.

"Carter Williams," he said, extending his hand. "Also known as Verse."

Rose shook his large hand primly. "Rose Robinson."

"Rose." His white smile grew wider. The fact that she didn't react to who he was told Verse that she really didn't know who he was. "So, Rose. You don't look like you're from around here."

She took a moment to process his words because the alcohol made her brain feel like it was swimming in molasses. "I... yes. It's my first time in one of these places. My granddaughter made me come with one of her friends."

An amused smile appeared on his face. "Your granddaughter? No kidding. I guess there really is a first time for everything... What are you drinking?"

"Long Island Tea."

"No, no, no, no," Verse said, plucking the glass from her hand with a playful smile. "You can't come here and just order the house specials. How about I make you a real drink?"

Before she could even reply, Verse himself went behind the bar. His movements were swift and sure, like a man who had done it a million times.

"Three measures of Gordon's, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet, and then you shake it over ice," he said. "Some people like to add a slice of lemon, but I think that's an overkill."

Rose watched as he worked. He strained the cocktail into a sleek, chilled martini glass and handed it to her with a flourish.

She took a small sip, not knowing what to expect. "Oh my god! This is delicious!"

"A beautiful drink for a beautiful Rose. Not many people know but I used to be a bartender. Many moons ago."

"How about you join me for a drink?" His baritone resonated with Rose's soul. He motioned for her to sit.

Rose hesitated for a moment. She knew she should go back to Julie and Stacey, but the thrill of the moment, the heady rush of her new drink, and the undeniable charm of the mysterious stranger made her want to linger.

Just one drink, she told herself.

With a gentle hand on her lower back, he guided her to a secluded corner of the room and sat on the plush lounge couches.

She took another sip of her martini. The blend of sweet and sour was heavenly. "So, Rose," he began, "I can't believe this is your first time in a place like this. What do you think?"

"Well... It's definitely a new experience. The music is a little loud for my liking, but I guess that's to be expected."

"That's true, but you get used to the loud music. Rose, I believe you mentioned earlier you're here with your... granddaughter?" he asked.

"Yes, my granddaughter Julie and her friend Stacey. They told me I should 'live a little,' so now here I am. I honestly can't believe I'm actually here," she chuckled.

As she talked, Verse couldn't help but admire the mature beauty that sat next to him. His eyes wandered, embracing her curves, the way her dress hugged her voluptuous form in all the right places, showcasing a type of beauty that hadn't faded with age. It was almost as if a senator's wife were sitting next to him.

Her sweet and demure personality was a stark contrast to the vixens and whores he usually found himself surrounded by. He actually preferred that she didn't know how rich and famous he was.

It felt refreshing. She had an air of naiveté that made her even more alluring.

Due to the height difference, Verse found his eyes straying to the deep valley of her creamy cleavage. The dress's neckline seemed to taunt him. The sight of her ample bosom against her dress made the snake in his pants twitch.

God... the rack on this bitch.

He had been with a couple of MIFLs but never with a GILF, especially not as beautiful as Rose.

"I see... I hope you don't mind me saying, Rose, but I can't believe a fine woman like you is old enough to have a granddaughter." His million-dollar smile grew.

Rose felt her ears get hot and her heart flutter. She looked down and brushed her hair behind her ear. The compliment sent a thrill through her. It had been decades since she had felt the weight of a man's admiration for her, and it also didn't help that every time Verse spoke, his deep voice seemed to make her bones vibrate.

"T-Thanks," she muttered in a shaky voice.

"Have you been enjoying yourself?" he asked.

"Yes, I have. It's all a bit overwhelming but in a good way."

"Would you like another one?" he asked, gesturing at the martini glass.

Before she could reply, the door to the VIP room swung open, and Rose flinched as another large man walked in.

"Yoo," Verse greeted him.

"Sup?" the mystery man replied.

Rose watched as he walked over to them. He was massive, even larger than Verse. His frame filled the space like a mountain. His suit was tailored to perfection, the fabric stretching tautly over his large biceps and broad chest.

"Rose, this is my friend, Troy. Troy, this is Rose."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Rose." Troy smiled.

***

Back on the dance floor. Julie froze as she saw the empty seat where she had left her grandmother. A sense of panic crept in as she turned her head everywhere.

"Julie, what's wrong?" Stacey asked as she caught up with Julie.

"I-I don't see my grandma... Excuse me, did you see where the woman who was sitting here went?" Julie asked the bartender.

"Nope, sorry."

It was then that Stacey noticed the empty chair. She glanced around the bar, but Rose was nowhere to be found.

"Oh my god..." Julie murmured, concerned.

"Julie, Julie... Chill," Stacey said, noticing her friend's concern.

"What do you mean 'chill?' My grandma just wandered off inside a club," Julie replied, slightly annoyed.

"She probably just went to the bathroom or something. She was on her third probably even fourth tea when we left her. Let's just wait for her here."

Julie kicked herself for letting her grandmother convince her to dance with the wannabe Romeo. Despite her friend's words, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety.

***

Back in the VIP room, laughter filled the room. "I can't believe you don't know who I am, but you know who he is," Verse said, feigning shock.

"I'm sorry," Rose said, "but my husband was a big fan of the Vipers, and he would even sometimes drag me to those endless football games... No offense," she replied, looking back at Troy.

Troy chuckled. "None taken."

Rose couldn't help but notice the diamonds in Troy's teeth. "Those are nice," she remarked. "What are they called?"

"Grills," he replied, smiling at her, showcasing the shiny diamonds he had on all his teeth.

"I love your hair too. I've always liked cornrows." Rose gave a thousand-watt smile.

Verse and Troy had quickly become her unlikely companions for the evening. Rose couldn't help but feel a little giddy. She found herself nestled between two rather large and charming black men, and she loved the conversation that flowed between them.

"Do you have a phone?" Verse asked

"I do. Why?"

"How about a selfie? To commemorate your first nightclub," Verse offered and smiled.

"For posterity, as they say," Troy smirked. Rose took her phone and handed it over to Troy since one of his arms was like three of hers. The three of them got together and smiled at the camera.

Rose laughed as she swiped across the screen, looking at the pictures. "Thanks. I might even frame a couple of these."

Just like Verse, Troy also took in the beauty of the older woman sitting next to him. Each time she would laugh or chuckle, the swell of her breasts would jiggle enticingly. Troy couldn't help but let his gaze drift downwards to the delightful sprinkling of freckles on her ample tits.

Verse noticed where Troy was looking. They gave each other a knowing look, their grins growing more devilish as they considered the possibility that was right in front of them.

Sweet, oblivious Rose had no idea.

With a mischievous glint, Verse reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone to send a quick message. A few minutes later, the door opened, and a pretty waitress sashayed in, balancing a silver bucket filled with ice and a large bottle of Dom Pérignon.

"There we go," the waitress said, placing the bucket in front of them. "Big fan of your music, Verse."

"Thanks, beautiful. Appreciate it." He smirked, slipping a crisp hundred-dollar bill into her hand.

Verse popped the cork on the expensive bottle. He poured with the precision of a sommelier. "How about a toast, Rose?" he asked, handing her a glass. "To your first night out and to many more."

"Oh! Um... I don't," Rose stammered. She was not expecting champagne, much less a toast. She was torn between the excitement of the spontaneous interaction and the thought of Julie wondering where she had disappeared. "Thank you so much, but I don't think I should. My granddaughter, she--"

"Come ooon," Verse cut her short and smiled. "You can't walk away from a toast. You know, your granddaughter and her friend are probably still dancing."

"Besides, they brought you to have fun, right?" Troy added.

Rose glanced at the two men. It seemed that they only wanted her to have a little fun, and Verse was probably right that Julie and Stacey were probably lost in their dancing. She couldn't remember the last time she had enjoyed herself so much.

The hesitation seemed to flicker away, and a small smile played at the corner of her lips. "Fine," she agreed and picked up her glass. "Since you boys asked so nicely."

The boys cheered, and she laughed. The three clinked their glasses, and she savored the fine taste of Dom Pérignon.

"So, how do you two know each other?" Rose asked.

"Well, we're both from Chicago. I met Mr. Verse back high school. Back then he was just Carter," Troy smirked. "I played football, and he sat on the bleachers with a little notebook, writing and writing. You should've read some of his early songs. They were just awful."

"What?!" Verse cried out, mock offended.

Rose just laughed.

"Bro, I read your stuff. You were rhyming words like lyrical, miracle, and elliptical. Like what? It was ass. He thinks I don't remember because he's a big-shot rapper now, but I remember. I'll always remember your shitty songs." Troy needled Verse.

Rose felt like a teenager again, giggling at the corny and playful banter. She found herself laughing more in the last hour than she had in the previous year.

"Oh my gosh, you two are terrible!" She chastised them playfully. "It was ass? Is that what you kids say nowadays? I can't believe what I'm hearing!"

Troy's grin grew wider. "Sorry, ma'am... But it is the truth. Ass music, but don't worry, bro. Your music is good now."

Rose demurely crossed her legs, the smooth fabric of her dress gliding over her skin. The move was second nature, but Troy's and Verse's eyes lingered on the creamy expanse of her smooth legs.

As their conversation flowed like champagne, Verse's hand brushed against her thigh, sending a shiver up her spine. Rose hadn't really noticed how close they were sitting to her.

They were so close to her that Rose could swear she could feel the heat radiating from their bodies. However, she felt a strange thrill at the newfound attention she was getting and found herself leaning into the ongoing conversation.

Verse and Troy had their arms draped over the backrest of the couch with their fingers dangerously close to brushing her shoulders.

"So, Rose"--Troy took a sip of his drink--"you mentioned earlier that you're here with your... granddaughter?"

"Mhm, yes. She and her friend wanted me to 'experience' something new. So, here I am." She giggled.

"Granddaughter..." he repeated. Troy leaned in closer. "Rose, forgive my bluntness, but... How old are you?"

Her cheeks flushed a bit. "I-I'm 65 years young."

Troy leaned back. "Well, shit"--a smirk playing across his lips--"you're definitely not what I was expecting. You gotta be one of the finest women I've ever seen."

Rose felt her cheeks go warm, unsure how to respond. His eyes roved over her figure. She could see where his gaze was dropping... down to the neckline of her dress.

"T-Thank you, that's very nice of you to say," she said, her voice a little shakier than she would've liked. "But I'm sure there are way prettier and younger girls out there for you guys."

Verse snickered. "Girls? Yeah, we meet plenty of them. Most are annoying as hell. But a woman like you--that's a different story. You have this... je ne sais quio about you. You are like fine wine, getting better with age... a Rose in a field of daisies."

Rose took a sip of her champagne. She was used to Julie giving her the occasional compliment, but it had been ages since a man had talked to her like that, let alone two.

"Thanks, boys, but I'm just an old woman trying to keep up with you, young ones."

"Nah," Troy said, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. "You're not old, Rose, you're timeless."

Rose's breath hitched as she felt Verse's hand slide up her thigh. It was a gentle touch, almost innocent, but it sent a bolt of electricity through her that she hadn't felt in a lifetime. Her eyes moved to where his hand was. She wasn't sure if she should slap his hand away, slap him, or let it stay and just enjoy.

Their hard bodies leaned into hers. Rose chuckled nervously, sensing the sudden change in the atmosphere. The room suddenly felt a lot smaller. The music from the party outside the VIP lounge became a distant throb that seemed to echo the rhythm of her racing heart.

"I-I-I should probably go," she stammered hesitantly, "I really shouldn't be here... my granddaughter, she--"

"She's fine," Verse interjected, his hand moving up her thigh. "Perhaps you should stop thinking about her. She's old enough to be left alone, and you know she's dancing with her friend."

Troy took his cue, and his finger slipped further into her neckline, grazing the soft swell of her breasts. She gasped, her eyes flicking to his. His smile was full of promise, and his eyes were dark with desire. "You said you were here to 'have a little fun.' Those were your words, correct?" Troy flashed a smile.

Rose's eyes widened, and she felt a tremor go through her. She stared at his finger tracing the fabric of her neckline from side to side, so close to the sensitive swell of her bosom. "Um," she swallowed hard. "Ye-Yeah, I-I did say... that, but I just... I-I don't think this is..." Rose's words stumbled all over the place--the words were sticking in her throat like bubblegum.

Verse's eyes had darkened, and his gaze locked onto her cleavage. He watched, transfixed, as his partner in crime stretched the fabric, offering him a tantalizing look at Rose's treasures.

"Do you wanna know what you are, Rose?" Verse murmured.

Her eyes flickered to him. "What?"

"You are a GILF," he replied.

Rose blinked, confused. "I'm sorry. A-A... what?"

Verse chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "A GILF. It's an acronym," he repeated. "It means, Grandma I'd Like to Fuck."

Rose gasped at the sudden crudeness. She felt her throat tighten as she tried to form a response. Her eyes darted between the two men. Their eyes were undressing her.

Verse's hand found hers, and he guided it toward the growing bulge in his pants. Rose could only watch where he was taking her hand. She was like a deer caught in headlights, completely rooted to the spot.

Swallowing hard, she tried to form a coherent sentence. Instead, all that came out was a shaky "Oh my..." as she felt the unmistakable outline of Verse's cock going down his right thigh. Rose felt a cocktail of emotions swirling within her. Excitement, nervousness, apprehension, and a hint of guilt mixed with the sweet taste of the champagne.

Rose may have been naïve about many of the things this new generation was into, but she was a grown woman, and she was very well aware of what was happening here. Her companions' once charming smiles had now shifted into predatory grins. It seems that these men had been wolves in sheep's clothing all along.

Troy's finger slipped under the lace of her bra, tracing the swell of her breast. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck. "You're so beautiful, Rose," he murmured, making her shiver.

Verse could see that she was thinking about it. He could see the curiosity in her eyes. Perhaps they should show her what kind of night she could truly have if she just let go.

With knowing smirks, he and Troy stood up right in front of Rose. Her eyes grew even wider as she watched them lower their zippers. Oh my God! What is happening?!--flashed in Rose's mind.

Despite the shock, Rose couldn't tear her eyes away as they reached inside the gap of their pants, and their movements were almost coordinated like a dance they'd performed countless times.

Rose gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. She was staring at the biggest cocks she had ever seen. They were like two velvet steel rods. Long, thick, heavy, veiny and... black.

Throughout the years, Rose had heard the whispers and hushed comments between giggling friends and the occasional movie innuendo about the... endowment of black men, but she had always dismissed it as some kind of stereotypical banter.

She stared with her mouth slightly agape.

"Maybe you should forget about your fucking granddaughter for one second and actually have some of the fun she talked about," Verse said, lazily stroking his cock.

Rose had to admit, the idea of being... a GILF was both terrifying and yet incredibly thrilling. These young men, with their chiseled jaws, strong bodies, and piercing dark eyes, had found her attractive. Desirable even. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced since her youth.

Her gaze met theirs. Perhaps it was the absurdity of the situation or maybe it was the alcohol, but Rose felt a rebellious spark that emboldened her.

As she stared transfixed at their hands stroking up and down their lengths, the thrill grew stronger.

You only live once, right, Grandma?--Julie's words echoed in her mind.

***

Back on the dance floor. Julie's eyes scanned from one group to the other. Her eyes darted from one place to the other.

Julie felt a knot forming in her stomach, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Where was her grandma? People don't just disappear like that, and every time she called her grandmother's phone, it just kept ringing.

Stacey noticed her friend looking around like a hawk. "Jules, calm down."

"What do you mean, 'calm down'? I can't find my grandma!" she said almost in a panic.

Stacey rolled her eyes. "Julie, she's probably talking to someone else. This place is big. She's probably talking to someone in the bathroom or something like that." She chuckled.

"And what if something happened to her, huh?"

"Like what? Julie, look around! There are bouncers everywhere. Just calm down; she knows we're here. She'll be back."

Julie took a deep breath, trying to calm her frazzled nerves. Stacey did have a point. Rose was known to strike up conversations with just about anyone. "Yeah, you're probably right," she said, though her voice lacked conviction. "But... let's just check the bathroom. Just to be sure."

'The Ground Below' from Run The Jewels started playing across the club.

***

Back in the VIP room, sweet Rose found herself on her knees and her eyes glazed as she stared up at Troy while bobbing her head like a woman who hadn't eaten in a decade.

"Fuck," Troy groaned in ecstasy.

Rose's eyes were wide as his cock filled her mouth to the brim. His cock was the larger of the two, stretching her lips like bubblegum, but she didn't pull away. Her cheeks hollowed out with each bob, the sound of grunts escaping him as she took him inch by inch.

Her eyes watered as she worked on one monster cock. Verse took her left hand and guided it towards his dick. Rose glanced to her left, and she wrapped her dainty hand around his throbbing girth, feeling the pulse of his desire in her palm.

Her hand trembled as she began to glide her hand. Her movements were tentative and unsure since it was the first time she'd had to work two cocks at the same time. Verse groaned as her silky fingers worked in unison with her mouth.

The music grew louder, or perhaps it was just her own pulse that seemed to drown out all other sounds. She could feel the vibrations from the bass thrumming through her, setting a rhythm that her body couldn't help but follow. Her head bobbed up and down on Troy's cock in time with the beat, her hand sliding along Verse's shaft in perfect synchronization.

A fine sheen of sweat formed on Rose's body, glistening and shimmering in the low lights, giving her an ethereal glow.

Troy's hand was now entangled in her blonde hair, guiding her movements as he thrust into her mouth.

"Mmmng! Mmmnh!" Rose let out a muffled moan.

Both men watched with wicked smiles on their faces as Rose struggled to suck the monster cock that filled her mouth to the brim. This wasn't new territory for them--they had their fair share of women kneeling in front of them.

Four-time Grammy award winner and music producer, Verse had a revolving door of different models, actresses, and Instagram whores who were eager to share a moment of his money and fame. On the other hand, one of the most valuable tight ends in the NFL, Troy Foster, had seduced and fucked more than half of the Viper cheerleaders, including the married ones, as well as his beautiful physical therapist after just four sessions.

However, it was the first time they both had such an alluring mature beauty kneeling in front of them. The thrill of corrupting this elegant, older woman, a suburban grandmother, was something new and gave them a rush like no other.

The room grew hazy. Rose's skin was prickled with sweat and excitement. The champagne buzz seemed to have dissipated in an instant. She felt as if she were in some kind of dark, twisted fever dream. One moment she was sipping champagne and sharing laughs with her newfound friends, and the next she was kneeling before them, her hand wrapped around a thick, black cock, and her mouth full of another.

Rose's body was on fire--every nerve ending on her body was electric. She could feel her own arousal growing between her legs. Her eyes darted between the two men. Their dark eyes seemed to devour her with a lust that was almost tangible. Verse's cock throbbed in her hand, growing ever harder as she stroked him with increasing confidence.

Troy's devilish smile grew wider, and the diamonds in his teeth gleamed menacingly as he watched her struggle to suck his anaconda. "That's it. Just like that," he murmured. The grip on her hair increased as he pushed deeper, increasing her tingling feelings.

The sounds of choking gasps, gagging, and wet slurps filled the room. The thought of her granddaughter, probably still dancing blissfully unaware of the depraved scene unfolding a few rooms away, only added to the decadence.

"Just like riding a bike, right grandma?" Troy quipped as he slapped and dragged his cock across her tongue while she panted.

Troy pulled her away from him. Rose gasped for breath, her cheeks red from the exertion, her mouth wet and stretched. Before she could even begin to process what was happening or slurp the saliva going down her chin, Verse stepped in and, without hesitation, shoved his cock into her mouth. "Holy shit," he growled as her mouth enveloped him. "It's been a long week. Polish my knob, Rose."

Rose gagged slightly at the sudden intrusion. Her eyes watered even more, and her mascara started to run as she felt him hit the back of her throat. Almost on instinct, she gripped Troy's shaft with her empty hand and began stroking with practiced motion.

Troy's hand reached down and cupped her right breast. Verse mirrored his actions on her left side. Their fingers sank into the soft flesh. Her breath hitched as they squeezed and kneaded her mounds with a firm grip. Rose arched her back, pushing her bosom into their strong hands.

"Goddamn," Troy murmured.

Verse chuckled. "Yeah, you have one of the nicest racks I've seen in a while... Mrs. Robinson." They both chuckled darkly. Rose felt a shiver as she felt two large hands on her breasts. Her nipples hardened almost instantly, like tiny, hard diamonds against the soft fabric of her dress.

Rose's cheeks flushed a shade of crimson as she heard her own name twisted into a lewd innuendo. The way he said it... Mrs. Robinson sent a salacious thrill through her.

For a very brief moment, an image of Julie flashed through her mind--innocent, sweet Julie, blissfully unaware of the scandalous act her grandma was committing. She wondered if this was what she meant by "fun"... doing something so twisted, so outrageous, so scandalous, and so wild that no one would even believe her even if she ever dared to speak of it.

Despite the sordid situation or maybe because of it, Rose felt a strange sense of willingness within. The salty taste of their pre-cum mixed with their cologne made her salivate profusely around the thick, veiny shaft. Her mouth was a hot, wet, eager mess, and she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride as she looked up at them, knowing that she still had "it."

The blowjob dripped with sultry desperation, as if she was trying to suck the soul out of him. Her head bobbed up and down, almost as if on its own accord. The rhythm grew faster, more eager, as she tried to take more of him in.

With smirks, both men dragged their cocks across her face and tongue. The smooth, slick surfaces of their throbbing dicks glided along the soft velvety texture leaving a trail of saliva and pre-cum that glistened in the dim light.

Verse's hands darted inside his jacket and grabbed his phone, quickly sending a text to one of his bodyguards:

Keep it locked down. No interruptions.

Copy, boss.

Verse smirked and put his phone down, his attention returning to the beautiful woman before them. Rose felt Verse's grip tighten as he began to push forward, her eyes widened, trying to maintain her composure as he began to push forward, deeper into her mouth.

Rose let go of Troy's cock and gripped Verse's thighs. Her eyes bulged out as Verse's throbbing member pushed past her gag reflex, stretching her jaw to its limit and filling her throat with an unyielding, hot rod.

"Fuck yeah... Stay right there," Verse murmured, savoring the feeling of her throat muscles massaging him.

She coughed, but the sound was muffled by his cock. Her nostrils flared, and thick lines of saliva slipped from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the sleek VIP room floor.

GLUK! GLUK! GLUK! GLUK! GLUK! GLUK!

"Just like that, Rose." Verse grunted as Julie's grandma dragged her tongue on the underside of his shaft before sliding her plump lips down his cock.

With a sudden movement, Verse pulled his cock out of her mouth. Before Rose had a chance to say something, he reached under her armpits and hoisted her up to her feet, making her yelp at the sudden movement.

***

Julie pushed through the crowded dance floor. The thumping bass was making it impossible for her to think straight. She had to find her grandma. Stacey followed close behind as they approached the women's bathroom, and of course, the line was huge.

Julie shoved her way in, ignoring the complaints of other girls.

"Grandma?" Julie called out. A few of the girls fixing their makeup and hair in the mirror shot her confused glances.

A few girls frowned and turned to see who was calling for her grandmother in a club bathroom.

Stacey tried the stalls, one by one, but Rose wasn't there. "I don't think she's here, Jules."

As they exited the bathroom, Julie's eyes scanned the hallway.

***

Rose felt her pulse in her ears as she found herself wedged between two men she met not even an hour ago. Verse and Troy's large frames loomed over, their eyes glinting with predatory delight.

Verse's hands slithered around her waist, pulling her closer to his muscular frame. "Are you having fun, Rose?" Verse asked.

"I..." she began, but before she could answer--CRACK!--Rose let out a startled yelp, and her eyes went wide as Troy brought his hand down with a sharp slap.

"You have such a nice ass, too, Grandma," Troy smirked.

Rose's breathing was ragged, and she could feel the heat from the slap radiate through her body. "Wait... I-I... Oh my God. Everything's happening so fast," she stumbled over her words.

Verse smiled. "Is that a bad thing, Rose?" he asked with knowing amusement. His eyes never left hers as he gently began to ease down the straps of her dress. The fabric gave way with a whisper, revealing the full, heavy mounds of her tits.

"I... no, wait."

They elicited groans of appreciation from both men, "Fuck" and "Goddamn."

The fabric pooled around her waist, revealing the treasures both men had wanted to see all night long. Their eyes feasted hungrily on her pale flesh, and her pink nipples stood out like cherries atop a decadent sundae, begging to be sucked.

Rose felt a rush of excitement and embarrassment as the men's eyes feasted on her bare skin. Verse leaned down, his eyes never leaving hers, and buried his face in her cleavage. The subtle roughness of his stubble grazed her skin, making her shiver as he licked and sucked her.

With a devilish smile, he pushed her tits together, creating a delightful valley for his tongue to explore. He dragged his tongue across her nipples, tracing the tender flesh of her stiff peaks and savoring the sweetness of her perfume.

Rose whimpered, and her knees buckled. She gripped Verse's shoulders as Troy leaned in and whispered dark nothings in her ear.

Troy nuzzled her neck--goose pimples sprouted all over her as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. His hand followed the curve of her waist down, and in one sudden, almost violent tug, he hiked up her dress, revealing the black lacy thong Julie had somehow convinced her to wear.

Rose gasped sharply at the sudden yank. Her dress was now tangled around her midriff, leaving her in nothing but a tiny black thong and her three-inch red heels.

"Wait..." she feebly protested.

Troy growled at the sight. He raised his hand and brought it down with a sharp crack on her right ass cheek, making her squeal. "A thong, Grandma?" he chuckled darkly. "I sure wasn't expecting that." His handprint bloomed on her skin like a crimson rose, the sound echoing through the dimly lit VIP area.

Rose swallowed hard. Oh my god, her mind reeled.

She glanced over her shoulder to see Troy's face, a wicked grin spreading across his features as his eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Let's see," Verse said as he spun her around, making her face Troy. "Do you also wear thongs to church, Rose?" He smirked.

CRACK!

"AY!" she squealed.

Rose gulped. "Yes... no, I mean no... I," she stammered. "I-I can't even remember the last time I wore... something like this. My- my granddaughter told me to wear it."

Rose couldn't even think straight--she had never been treated in such a way before.

"I see," Verse replied. "Maybe we should meet her too."

Troy slowly wrapped his hand around her slender throat just firmly enough to keep her in place before pulling her into a kiss. She whimpered helplessly as his long tongue slithered past her quivering lips, filling her mouth.

Rose's initial shock soon gave way as she found herself kissing him back, her own tongue reaching out to slither against his. He was so much larger than her that Rose just barely reached his mouth on her tiptoes. She could feel her tongue grazing the rough surface of his diamond grill. "Mmmmmngh!" Rose moaned as Troy smacked and sloshed inside her mouth, tasting his sweet saliva.

As Troy and Rose kissed, Verse's hands reached around to palm Rose's ass. The sight of the thin black strip of lace disappearing between her perfect hemispheres was too tantalizing to ignore.

Verse's hands roamed over her body, pinching, squeezing, and kneading her tits. His sensuous lips nipped and licked wherever he could reach her enticing body.

With a wicked grin, Verse's hand came down sharply on Rose's ass--CRACK! --making her gasp into the kiss. "Yeah, Troy is right. You have a really nice fucking ass," Verse murmured in that voice that made her vibrate.

"CRACK!"

Troy pulled away from the kiss with a smack of his lips, a smug look on his face as he watched the older woman pant for breath.

Before she could react, she felt Verse's hands on her waist, spinning her around to face him. His kiss was different, less brutal but no less intense. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip before plunging his tongue inside to tangle with hers.

Rose's world spun as she found herself being passed around between Verse and Troy, from one set of strong arms to another. Their hands were everywhere, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding over her hips, and slapping her ass.

Rose's cunt was on fire. The fabric of her drenched thong clung to her slick folds. The tight walls of her vagina tightened around the emptiness, begging for something more--for something bigger, thicker, and... black. She had never been one for rough play, preferring the gentle touch of her late husband, but tonight as she was passed around like a ragdoll, Rose realized she might've been missing out.

Each squeeze and slap was met with a muffled gasp or moan that she couldn't suppress. The way they handled her was a mix of respect and just the right amount of dominance that made her feel both desired and deliciously used.

"Tell me, Rose," Verse said. "Have you ever been with a black guy?"

Troy chuckled from behind as his hands roamed her waist.

Rose swallowed dryly. She could feel Troy's erection nestled in the crack of her ass. "N-No, never," she admitted. "It, it was a little... frowned upon back in my day."

Troy's smile grew wider. "Well, Grandma," he quipped. "Nowadays, things are a little more, what's the word... progressive."

Rose felt a sudden tug at the frilly waistband of her underwear. Before she had time to react, Troy's strong fingers had curled around it, and with a swift, almost violent motion, he tore her thong off--the sound of the fabric tearing like paper echoed through the VIP room.

***

As Julie was scanning the hallways, her eyes fell on two large men standing sentinel before the VIP section. "Follow me," Julie said, pulling on Stacey's hand.

Julie quickly made her way towards them. The men were massive, and their biceps bulged out of their tight black shirts.

"Excuse me?" Julie said, forcing a smile.

The two bodyguards barely looked up from their phones.

"Um... have you seen a blonde woman come through here? About my height, early sixties, wearing a dark red dress?"

"Nah, sorry," one of the guards replied.

Julie felt a spike of annoyance at the dismissiveness.

Stacey rolled her eyes as she tugged Julie's hand. "Julie, come on. Why would she be in the VIP section, anyway? Maybe she went outside for air or something... let's go."

***

Back in the VIP lounge, the air was thick with tension.

Rose found herself straddling Troy. "Oh my god," she muttered, her heart racing as she felt his large, black cock poised at her tight entrance, the heat of it searing through the wetness. It was a monstrous thing, a thick, veined rod that to pulse with an unbridled hunger.

Rose couldn't believe she was about to do this. A flicker of doubt crossed her mind, and for a very brief moment, she thought about her husband and also her granddaughter, who was probably outside looking for her.

However, she pushed those images aside. Julie didn't have to know anything, and the man she had been faithful to for more than four decades wasn't here anymore.

God rest his soul.

Rose had earned a little bit of wildness. She wanted this. No, she needed this. For one night, she wasn't the widow, the churchgoer, or a respectable member of that fucking book club she went to every Friday night. She was just Rose, a woman whose desires had been buried for too long.

Fuck it, I'm doing this, she thought, bracing herself against Troy's broad chest. "Just... be gentle, please," she said softly, trying to control the quiver in her voice.

"Don't worry, Grandma," Troy smiled devilishly, the diamonds in his grill flashing. "I'll be gentle... at first."

Troy's hands gripped her waist, guiding her down onto his thick girth. His smooth cockhead parted her glistening rose petals. Rose gasped sharply as she felt herself opening to him.

"TROY! CHRIST ALMIGHTY! IT'S SO BIG! SHIT!"

His eyes bore into hers, watching her eyes bulge out as he slid in inch by torturous inch, stretching her more than she ever thought possible. Troy growled in delight as he slowly slid inside, inch by tortuous inch. Whimpers escaped her lips, and her nails dug into his shoulders as she was impaled on his seemingly endless cock.

"OhmigodOhmigodOhmigodOhmigodOhmigod..." she repeated as a mantra as she felt him press forward.

"Uggh. You're so fucking tight, Grandma," he groaned.

Rose's breath came in ragged gasps. She let out a shaky sigh as she finally felt him bottom out, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, her walls clenching around him, trying to accommodate his size.

"You-you're so big... Fuck!" Rose muttered through gritted teeth. Each roll of his hips sent shivers up her spine. She could feel him stretching her open, filling her completely, his girth hitting places she didn't even know existed.

Troy began to move slowly, his cock sawing in and out of Rose's tight snatch, allowing her to adjust. The earth moved for Rose as he moved. It was a slow, deliberate roll of his hips that had her eyes fluttering closed and her breath hitching in her throat.

So, this is what it's like to be utterly taken.

"Oh, my... Oh, goodness. Oh, that feels... wonderful!" The world around Rose slowly began to disappear as his hips pumped faster and deeper into the lonely widow. The awareness of her surroundings slowly began to melt as she succumbed to the irresistible fog of lust.

"Harder," she breathed, something shifting inside her. He obeyed her command, his strokes becoming more vigorous, his hips slamming into hers as he pumped harder. The sounds of their ragged breaths and the slapping of wet skin began to fill the room.

Her pussy clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper. Nature took over and Rose's hips began to roll with his, matching his powerful tempo as her body quickly adjusted to the cock filling her to the brim.

"Fuck yeah! Oh my God! It's been so long! Just like that! Give it to me hard!" Rose's sweet moans grew louder, spurring him on and filling the VIP lounge.

Verse couldn't help but appreciate the beautiful visual before him --a gorgeous mature woman, once dressed to the nines, now a writhing, naked form beneath Troy's powerful thrusts. He stroked his cock leisurely as he watched who had seen the decades of life succumb to her repressed desires.

In the lull of movements, he tugged off the brand-new dress that was now nothing more than a soggy mess bunched up around her waist, leaving Rose utterly naked except for her heels and jewelry, open for perusal. Verse tossed her dress on an armchair and continued to enjoy the now uninhibited view of his friend dicking the beauty.

Rose felt like she was finally able to break free from the silent chains that were the monotony of her suburban life. Gardening, Sunday mass, bake sales, afternoon tea with friends, book club--it all felt so far away now. She had just been going through the motions of living, and she didn't even know it. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she felt alive. As Troy's cock spread her cunt open, she realized that all those things had been nothing, nothing but a smokescreen to suppress her desires.

"Fuck me! YES!" she screamed shamelessly, the words ripped from her throat as if torn from the very depths of her soul. Her movements grew more confident, her moans louder. Rose threw her head back in ecstasy, her soaked blonde hair sticking to her sweaty back. The wet smack of skin grew louder as her plump ass slapped against Troy's muscular thighs.

Troy's grip tightened on her hips. It was the first time they watched as the woman they had just met transformed from a sweet, soft-spoken, uncertain grandmother to a voracious, sex-crazed whore, who apparently hadn't been fucked in years and whose eyes shone with sordid delight.

CRACK!

"Oh!" The sudden sting from the sharp slap elicited a giggle from Rose.

"You like that black dick, Grandma?" Troy grunted.

"Oh, yes," she purred. "I love that big fucking dick."

CRACK!

Her sweat-slicked bosom bounced with every thrust, and her tits jiggled enticingly as she rode Troy. "This is what you two dirty fuckers wanted from the very beginning, huh?" she panted. "You just couldn't wait to get me alone and use me like a whore, could you? That's why neither of you wanted me to leave."

Verse stepped on the couch, right next to where Troy was fucking Rose. His erection bobbed in front of her face. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Rose." He smirked. With a firm grip, Verse guided her head towards his throbbing erection.

Rose was way past any form of embarrassment or shyness, as she quickly leaned forward and parted her plump lips, taking him whole. She moaned as the salty taste of his pre-cum coated her tongue. She bobbed her head back and forth, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him deep. Troy's thrusts grew harder as he watched her take his friend's cock so eagerly.

"MHM! MM! MM! MM!" Rose moaned, wide-eyed.

With her brand-new dress safely discarded on an armchair, her blonde hair was plastered to her wet skin, and the makeup Julie and Stacey applied ran down her face like the tears of a woman who had just lost everything. Rose had never felt more like a two-dollar whore than in that moment, and she fucking loved it. It was a strange mix of liberation and debasement that fueled her depravity. She moaned around his thick shaft, the vibrations traveling down her throat into her chest.

The power she wielded over these two virile young studs was intoxicating, and she reveled in their rapt attention. "Move that fucking ass," Troy grunted.

CRACK!

"MMHAY!"

Obediently, she began to bounce her ass on his thighs. He dug his fingers into her flesh, guiding her movements.

"There we go... just like that, Grandma," Troy crooned. Rose felt his fingers spread her cheeks, exposing her tight little star to the cool air of the lounge as she moved. "We know you've ridden a dick before, don't be shy."

The springs on the sweat-covered leather couch squeaked and protested under their combined weight. The smell of sex and sweat mixed with cologne permeated the air like a fog around them, filling her nostrils with each breath she took.

Verse grabbed a fistful of her damp, blonde hair, pulling it up into a makeshift ponytail, giving him full access to her throat. Rose moaned around his cock as he pushed it deeper into her mouth, causing more tears to run down her face.

Troy took charge again, resuming his deep, powerful, piston-like thrusts into Rose. She could feel every vein and ridge as it repeatedly kissed her womb. The way he filled her was exquisite, and his cock caressed her inner walls, bringing her closer to a climax that had been building like a storm in the pit of her stomach.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Rose pulled back from Verse's cock with a gasp. "Oh, sweet lord above," she muttered, wide-eyed, as she felt the first shivers of an orgasm. The delicious ache grew with every hard pump from Troy's cock.

Troy grunted as he pumped harder into her steaming snatch.

"I-I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!" she blurted out in a desperate voice. "Oh my God! Ahh shit! I'm gonna fucking cum! Fuck! Me! Harder!" sweet Rose demanded. "HARDER!"

Rose felt her body begin to tense like a bow about to snap. The tightness in her belly grew, a pressure building like a dam about to burst. "I'mgonnamhngh!" she couldn't talk anymore.

The tingles of something she had never felt began to spread, a warm electric current that raced through her veins, igniting every nerve ending as it traveled upwards from her toes, through her legs, and up her spine. The kind that made her skin pebble with gooseflesh.

She dug her nails into his forearms, and her back arched as a shuddering moan ripped from her throat. The feeling was so intense it was almost painful, and then, with an earth-shattering scream, everything came out. Her juices sprayed out like a fire hydrant, drenching Troy's crotch, thighs, and the couch in her warm release.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she shrieked. Her eyes rolled back, and her body convulsed in his grip as her orgasm ripped through her. "KEEP FUCKING ME! UGGGH, MY GOD! YESSSSS!"

The men jeered at the sight of her squirting spectacle. The couch beneath them squelched and squeaked with every thrust of his hips, her pussy clamped down on Troy's cock, milking him for all its worth as she rode the crest of her climax.

***

"I'm starting to think we should get the bouncers to help us," Julie said, exasperated. "She's not answering her phone; she's not in the bathroom. I mean... do you think she left with someone?"

Stacey rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Julie. I think you're overreacting."

Julie felt a spike of annoyance at her friend's nonchalance. "Excuse me?! What the fuck do you mean 'overreacting?!' What if...?"

Stacey sighed; her voice edged with frustration. "Julie, just a couple of days ago you wouldn't shut up about how you were gonna bring your grandma here, let loose, have fun, and all that bullshit, and now that we're ACTUALLY here, you're freaking out because... why? Because Rose wandered off to have her own fun? I'm sorry, Julie, but Rose is a grown-ass woman. I'm pretty sure she knows right from wrong."

"She's never been here before!" Julie said, her voice growing frantic. "What if something happened?! You don't know! You can fuck off if you don't want to help me, but I'm gonna keep looking."

***

Rose's knees dug into the leather as she found herself on all fours, her legs spread wide with her ass up in the air like a bitch in heat. Her pussy was still dripping from Troy's cock as Verse took his place behind her.

Her body was still quivering, eager for the next round of depravity.

Verse slid his cock up and down the slick valley of her ass. The tip of his shaft grazed her tight hole, teasing her. Rose couldn't help herself and began slightly pushing against him.

Rose bit her lip, and her eyes fluttered in ecstasy as Verse slid inside her warmth, filling Troy's emptiness perfectly. Her nails dug into the couch as he pushed deeper, the leather cool and firm against her palms. A whimper of pleasure slipped from her mouth, and she pushed back into him, eager for more.

Verse's strong hands gripped her waist, holding her in place as he hammered into her soaked pussy. Her body lurched back and forth with every thrust, her breasts bouncing over the edge of the couch with every movement.

Troy couldn't resist and pushed his cock into her velvety mouth on her forward lurch, enjoying her mouth.

"Shiiit you're tight, Rose... goddamn." Verse grunted. "You do it. Fuck yourself." He ordered. Her grip tightened on the couch as she began to push against him, taking it all into her sweet cunt.

*SCHLLLICK*

*SCHLLLICK*

*SCHLLLICK*

"Yeah, just like that," he murmured. "Fuck yourself like a good little bitch." Verse stared at the way her plump asscheeks rippled against him, in time with her progressively faster movements. With a grunt, his hand came down sharply against her ass, leaving a searing red handprint.

"MMNAAAY!" she squealed. Her nails dug into the couch as her hips bucked into him over and over. Troy wanted more and wrapped his hand around her throat. He began to fuck her face, his cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust.

Her eyes watered as she tried to keep up with his pace. The sounds of her gagging were muffled by his cock, mixed with the slap of skin on skin and the wet noises coming from the pounding she was receiving from both ends.

***

"Excuse me. Have you seen a woman about my height, with blonde hair, wearing a dark red dress?" Julie asked.

"No, sorry." The couple shook their heads.

"Thanks,"

Julie and Stacey kept asking around for the mysterious blonde woman in a dark red dress who apparently seemed to have vanished into thin air. The terrace had a lot fewer people than the dance floor, but it was still packed.

Despite Stacey's reassurances, Julie couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Her grandma was not the type to disappear just like that, especially in a place like this.

Little did Julie know that her grandmother was anything but lost.

***

They switched her again, but this time, Verse lay on the couch, pulling Rose on top of him. "How do you like your first club, Rose?" he smirked, his hands gripping her ass.

Rose chuckled, running her fingers through her wet hair. "Oh my gosh," she replied breathlessly. "It's definitely not what I was expecting, but... maybe I'll start coming to these more often."

Before they began moving again, Verse grabbed the still-cool champagne bottle and tilted it over Rose's back. The sudden coolness sent a shiver through her body, making her shiver and arch her back. The bubbles fizzed on her hot skin, eliciting delightful coos and giggles.

Troy waited on the other side, and he licked his lips as he knelt behind her. The golden stream of champagne reached the base of her back before beginning to trickle down her ass cheeks. The moment the bubbly liquid reached the cleft of her ass, his tongue snaked, tracing the sensitive skin around her tight asshole.

The unexpected sensation of a hot tongue dragging across one of her most intimate places had Rose's eyes widening like saucers, followed by a gasp of surprise. Troy gripped her ass and spread her cheeks as he slurped the champagne like a man who hadn't had a drink in days.

Rose glanced over her shoulder, watching Troy's tongue work its magic. "Goodness gracious," she murmured as she felt the big tongue drag across her taint. "You boys are quite the pair of dirty little bastards, aren't you?"

However, as Verse buried his face in her tits and Troy licked her asshole like candy, it was clear that her question was more rhetorical than anything else.

"Oh my God," Rose moaned as Verse slid back inside her, his cock filling her perfectly.

"Tell me, Grandma... Have you ever been fucked up the ass?" Troy's rumbling voice barely reached her brain cells.

Her breath hitched. Rose could almost hear the smile in Troy's voice. "E-Excuse me?" Rose squeaked.

Troy chuckled. "You heard me. Have you ever had a cock in that tight little ass of yours?"

Her ass clenched. "Well, I-I... no, I haven't," she stuttered, feeling her heart race. Troy stepped forward, placing a foot up on the couch, his massive frame looming behind her.

"Wa-wait! Wait! Wait! I-I don't know if I can." Rose felt a jolt of fear when she felt something graze her rosebud. The spike of bravado that had been carrying her through her night of debauchery seemed to flicker at the realization of what had been suggested.

Rose tried to move, but Verse's arms had a solid grip around her back. She heard a crack, and before she could fully process the sound, something cold and viscous drizzled down her crack, sending shivers up her spine. It took her a moment to realize it was lube, and by the time the coldness had dissipated, it had been replaced by a warm, slippery sensation.

A soft mewl escaped her lips as his big finger circled her untouched honeypot. The feeling of his digit pressed against her sent a wave of fear and excitement through her. He made love to her enticing pink star, circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing his middle finger in.

"Troy, I-I don't know." Rose let out a surprised gasp as Troy pierced her cherry, slowly sliding in up to the knuckle.

He began moving his finger in a steady rhythm, pumping in and out. In and out, Troy's finger moved, the lube making his finger slide smoothly.

The power she had over him was intoxicating, a heady mix of adrenaline and lust that made her feel untouchable. "Now let's see two." He murmured.

Rose took a shaky breath, trying to relax as she felt the pressure of his second finger against her anus, her muscles tightening instinctively before slowly giving way.

Rose groaned. "Just push out," Troy instructed her. His pointer joined his middle finger as he worked them into her bottom. He slowly pumped them, turning and swiveling his wrist, scissoring his fingers on the way out, loosening her.

"Oh, ooh, OOH," Rose cried out softly, more in surprise at the illicit pleasure coursing through her.

"I'm bigger than that, sweetheart, but don't worry. You will take all of me," Troy assured her, squeezing her ass. The initial discomfort gave way to a feeling of fullness that was entirely new to her.

After a few minutes of preparation, Troy withdrew his fingers and replaced them with something much bigger.

The tip of Troy's cock lined up against her tight rosebud. She could feel the size of him, the thick cockhead that was pushing against the tight ring that guarded her anal virginity.

"Just relax, Grandma," Troy murmured.

"Oh my God," Rose muttered as she braced herself against Verse's chest. With a slow, steady pressure, Troy pushed forward, and Rose felt herself stretching around him. It was as if her body was made of warm wax, slowly giving way to him.

With a pop, he broke through, and Rose let out a sharp squeal. The sharp pain was quickly overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness. Her eyes bulged out, and her jaw opened slowly, wider and wider as Troy's seemingly endless cock inched deeper and stretched with a delicious force.

"Ooh shiiiit," Troy groaned as he sheathed himself all the way in. "So tight." He held still, allowing her to adjust.

Troy nuzzled her neck. "Push out," he whispered. "Just breathe. Don't tense up."

Rose gritted her teeth, and her knuckles went bone-white as she gripped the edges of the couch--it was like being impaled on a baseball bat. The sensation was an exquisite blend of pain and pleasure, and his cock was like a hot brand searing into her.

With a slow rhythm, the two men began to move. Verse rolled his hips upwards, and Troy slid out of her ass. Rose whimpered, and she let out a shuddering breath, trying to relax as their cocks slid in and out in a rhythm that seemed to sync up perfectly.

Rose wondered what her granddaughter would think if she saw her now--pinned between two men, getting double-teamed by big-dicked studs like a fuckdoll.

Her momentary thoughts were interrupted by a deep groan from Troy. The steady pumps turned into thrusts as Rose's ass gradually yielded. "Oh my god," she panted. "I can't believe I'm taking the two of you."

Troy slowly picked up the pace, fucking her harder and harder and faster. He thrusted with precision as he ruthlessly wore down any initial resistance the grandmother's ass offered. He quickly molded her ass to the shape of his dick, leaving her no choice but to accept his every inch.

The heat was unbearable, a sauna that had her drenched in sweat. Her wet hair clung to her neck and temple. Rose's body began to move with them, driven by the relentless rhythm of the two cocks rattling her world and rearranging her insides.

Rose gripped the couch for dear life, and her breathing came in loud, ragged breaths as she pushed back against Troy and Verse, taking them deeper. Their cocks slid in and out in a perfect harmony that seemed to match the throbbing bass from the club. Rose was enveloped in the haze of sexual lust, her need erupting like hot, molten lava.

Within a few pumps, a white frothy concoction of their mixed juices began to form. It coated their cocks as they slid in and out of her. The macabre sound of their hard fucking filled the room, along with their grunts and her sweet cries.

"FUCK ME!" she blurted as ripples of ecstasy speared through her. Verse grunted as his grip tightened around her, feeling the delicious pressure of her tightness as she took him deeper and deeper. Her pussy clenched around Verse's cock as she felt the length of Troy push against her G-spot through the thin barrier of her pussy wall. It was as if an invisible thread connected her ass and cunt, and each tug on one or the other sent waves of dark ecstasy through her.

"You like that cock up your ass, Grandma?" Troy grunted.

"Mhm," her lips curved into a sordid smile. "I love that big cock up my ass." The sinful words spilled out without hesitation.

The words only spurred them on, fucking her faster. "Fuck yeah! Just like that!" she said through gritted teeth in a low, guttural voice. "Fuck me hard!"

"Harder! I won't break! Fucking give it to me, you motherfuckers!" she barked out, like a woman on the brink of madness. Their cocks drove into her like relentless pistons. Verse's arms tightened around her back as he drove into her grandmotherly depths, her breasts bouncing on his face. Troy dug his fingers into her hips as he bounced her like a yo-yo on their cocks.

Troy grabbed her hair, yanking her head back sharply. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! YES!" she rattled off the words quickly through gritted teeth at the exquisite sensation of her ass and cunt being turned inside out. "Fucking fuck ME! Don't stop!"

***

The two burly bodyguards outside kept scrolling on their phones. The sounds of a woman being fucked within an inch of her life was just another weekend for them.

"I'm gonna go get a beer. Want one?" the bodyguard asked his mate.

"Yeah. Thanks," the other replied.

***

"Oh shit! Oh my god! I'm gonna cum!" Rose squealed. Her oversensitive body was going into overdrive. Her body coiled tightly like a spring about to snap. "Boys, I'm gonna cum again! I've never cum twice before! I'm gonna fucking cum! I'm gonnaaaAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Rose let out a visceral scream as the warm liquid geysered out of her, coating Verse's lap with her sweet release. Her body convulsed, and white dots speckled across her vision as her second orgasm ripped through her.

"Ohmygoddontstopfuckingfuckmemnghgh!" Rose babbled, tears of delight and mascara streaked her face. The two men never ceased their relentless thrusting, and Rose clenched around them like a fist as if trying to pull them further inside her.

Troy slid out of her, his cock glistening with her juices, and her own ass spasmed. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving her gaping hole, watching the way it quivered and clenched as if begging for more.

Rose shuddered as she felt Troy slide out of her ass with a wet pop. He watched with a smug smile as her gaping hole quivered and clenched around the emptiness.

CRACK!

His hand came down again sharply, watching her flesh ripple under the impact.

Her body still tingled with the aftershock of her orgasm. However, Rose barely had time to catch her breath as Verse suddenly sat up and pulled her closer to him, as if her body were weightless in his arms. Rose squealed in surprise, her hands clutching his shoulders and her legs around his waist like a koala hugging a tree.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed in surprise. "Verse, honey. Don't drop me, please."

He chuckled. "I gotcha, don't worry."

Verse kissed her with a sloppy after-sex kiss, which Rose eagerly returned. Her hands roamed his shoulders and chest, feeling the tension of his muscles with the effort of carrying her. Then with a sly grin, she reached back and grabbed Troy by the neck as their tongues slithered against each other.

They both held her aloft. Verse slowly lowered Rose onto their glistening cocks. Her eyes widened. "Oooh, my Gawd," she shuddered, her eyes rolling as they filled her back again. Her pussy tightened around Verse's girth, eagerly welcoming him back in. Troy's cock, still coated with the remnants of her ass, slid smoothly into her sweet asshole.

"Oh! Oh my God!" Rose squealed as her arms tightened around them, her nails digging into their skin as they began bouncing on their cocks like a ragdoll.

Her smile grew more wicked with every bounce, her eyes shining with a glint that said she was reveling in the depravity of it all. The feeling of being owned, used, and debased sent her into a delirious state of bliss. They bounced her as if she were on a pogo stick, and her whorish moans echoed through the room.

"Oh, oh... Ugghh... mmm, yeah... yeah... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Oh, god yes, yes, yes!" she moaned, raising her voice, as they fucked her even harder.

Rose's smile grew more wicked with every bounce. "Such strong boys," she purred. Her eyes shone with a glint that said she was reveling in the degeneracy of it all.

Rose could feel them tense up, grip tightening and their movements becoming increasingly erratic as their need for release grew more urgent. Their grunts grew louder and their breaths came in sharp pants as they bounced her.

"Shit!" Verse grunted, "Gonna cum!"

"Yeah," Troy panted. "I'm gonna fill your fucking ass, Grandma."

"Inside... Cum inside me! Fill me, fill Grandma up! I wanna fucking feel it!"

"Argh, shit!" Troy grunted like an animal as he felt his balls drawing up tight. The pulsing of his cock strengthened. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, and his cock throbbed as he released a thick rope of pearly white cum into her bowels. At the same time, Verse thrust upwards, releasing his own liquid lust into the wicked woman.

Troy blurted out, "Fuck!"

"Argh! Shit!" Verse cursed as his cock throbbed angrily inside Rose.

Rose moaned lewdly as they coated her innards in a fresh coat of white glaze. The warmth of their powerful releases spread through her body, a delicious heat that made her shiver and moan in ecstasy.

The three of them remained glued together, panting, their bodies shuddering and tingling in the aftermath of their shared ecstasy. Rose's legs dangled above the floor, her body limp from the pleasure-induced euphoria. Her breathing was ragged, and it took a moment to catch her breath and gather whatever remained of her melted brain.

The sticky warmth of their combined juices began to dribble out of her, landing on the floor with a soft splat.

Slowly, the fog of lust began to dissipate, and reality began to seep back in. Rose realized that in a moment of brazenness, she had just been fucked by two strangers in a public place. What was supposed to be a fun night with her granddaughter had somehow quickly turned into something out of a seedy porno.

Rose looked in the mirror across the room--the woman reflected in the glass was a stark juxtaposition to the woman everyone knew in Oak Hills. Her hair was wet, her makeup smudged, and her body adorned with the marks of a wild night.

Yet, she felt a twisted sense of pride knowing that two younger men had wanted her. The power she had over them gave her a rush like no other. As cum leaked out of her, she realized that perhaps Julie was right, and she should have a little more enjoyment. She could stick to her routine during the day, for appearance's sake, and have some... fun at night.

However, instead of feeling shame, regret, or guilt, her eyes sparkled with a newfound vitality. It was an oddly empowering revelation, and she couldn't help but smile mischievously at her reflection. Rose had gotten away with doing a preposterously naughty thing, and she loved every fucking second of it.

Rose sighed happily as she crossed her legs, feeling sated and satisfied... thoroughly satisfied. A smug smile crept upon her face as she took the sight of the two naked Adonises standing before her. Their naked, sweaty, muscular forms made her feel like a modern-day Cleopatra basking in the adoration of her two servants.

"Boys, how about you get me another drink?" Rose smiled.

***

Stacey's heels clicked against the floor as she made her way back to the terrace where Julie was.

"Julie!"

Julie turned around. "Did you find her?"

"No."

"Oh my God," Julie muttered on the verge of tears. "I'm calling 911. I don't care anymore. Something happened to my grandma. I know it."

Stacey didn't even know what more to say. She had been skeptical at first, but after looking everywhere for Rose, maybe something had happened to her.

The crowd had thinned on the terrace, and Stacey glanced around one last time. A sudden gasp escaped her lips. "Julie, look!" said Stacey, pointing to the other side of the terrace.

Julie followed her gaze and saw her grandmother making her way to the bar on the other side. She felt a mix of relief and anger as she quickly made her way over there.

"Hi, can I get a bottle of water? Thanks." Rose said to the bartender.

"Grandma!" Julie screeched angrily.

Rose turned to see Julie and Stacey. "Oh, hi girls! Are you done dancing?"

Julie and Stacey stared at Rose like she had just spoken Chinese. "Dancing?! Yeah, we finished dancing. Like more than an hour ago! Where have you been?! We've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry. I went to the bathroom as you girls were dancing, and when I came out, I decided to do a little exploring, and I wandered into this very pretty room and--"

Julie's eyes narrowed. "Why is your hair wet?" she interrupted.

"Yeah, and what happened to your makeup?" Stacey added.

Rose had tried to fix herself as best as she could in the VIP bathroom, but she didn't have any of her makeup, so she just washed off the streaks of mascara with water and felt truly, decadently, wicked going back to the main club area bare-assed without anything underneath--thanks to Troy ripping her thong off her.

"Oh! I... um. Well, in this room, I met these two lovely young men... I actually think you might know one of them," she said, reaching for her phone inside her purse.

Rose scrolled through her recent pictures. She stopped at the selfie and showed the girls. Julie and Stacey gasped, and Julie snatched her phone from her hands.

"Oh my God! Is that Verse?! WHAT?!"

"No way!"

"Who's the other guy?" Julie asked.

"He plays for the Vipers," Rose replied.

"Holy shit, Rose. So, you were hanging out with celebrities and athletes," Stacey said with a cheeky grin.

Rose laughed. "I just walked in. I didn't even know that was the VIP room. I wasn't going to stay long, but they insisted. We talked, we laughed, and we..."--she bit her lip--"and we danced. We danced quite a lot. Th-that's why my hair is wet and my makeup is gone," Rose tried to provide a plausible explanation. We danced really fucking hard.

A little white lie never hurt anyone.

Besides... Julie and Stacey didn't have to know she had a date with them the following week. And I'm definitely buying more of those black lace, barely-there thong thingies.

******

Hello, people.

Illogical here.

I hope you enjoyed Mrs. Robinson's night out.

All comments are welcome... so please, don't hesitate.

Many thanks to KillerKitty74 and a friend of mine for editing this story.

Until next time.