The dance club was packed. They got another round of drinks, ordering doubles to reduce the time spent waiting. To stay together, they kept hands on each other as they navigated from the bar, through the lounge area, back to the dance floor. The place was dark, lit mostly by the glowing wall behind the bottles of liquor and the flashing lights above the dance floor. The sub-woofers penetrated everything, synchronizing every twitch and sway of the crowd. The loud music prevented any real talking, but they didn’t need to talk. They were out to have fun and forget their worldly cares. Despite the constant bumps and jostles from the crowd, they did their best not to spill their drinks. Their other hands were on each other, maintaining their balance while grinding on each other. They both knew how the night would end back in their hotel room, but right now the bar and dance club was their foreplay.

He slid his hand from her hip down to the lower edge of her short skirt. No one could see anything, and the two of them continued dancing as if nothing naughty was about to happen. With each nudge from the crowd he pushed his hand farther under her skirt, eventually reaching the smooth, bare skin where her thighs came together. Not wearing panties, she opened her stance, allowing his fingers to find the beginning of her warm, sweaty folds.

The secret fingering began, with barely a visual acknowledgement from either one of them. He slid his finger tips side to side across her clit, feeling the little nub bounce back after every pass.

As sexual excitement grew in both of them, he reached a little lower, testing access to her naughty depths. Something unusual caught his attention. Where he expected to feel the slippery folds of her entrance, he discovered something wadded up. A tampon string? She usually shared with him whenever her period started, but she had not mentioned anything about it on their trip. He squinted at her while he teased the string, just enough to let her know he had discovered her secret. She covered her mouth with her finger tips in faux embarrassment. Her eyes were wide, feigning innocent surprise, but it was obvious she knew exactly what was going on.

He gave her a dirty look of admiration. He loved discovering anything naughty about her. He returned his fingers to her clit and resumed rubbing her discreetly while they danced closely, grinding on one another.

A moment later he was surprised to feel her hand alongside his. She joined her fingers with his, encouraging the rubbing and grinding that felt so good. Then she slid her hand past his, down lower, and he puzzled for a moment.

The look on her face was a little bit of “I have a secret surprise," mixed with a sprinkling of “Do you have the balls to match my freak?” His gaze stayed locked on her eyes, watching her sway to the music, sending her telepathic thoughts of debauchery. A moment later she carefully lifted her hand up between them, pausing briefly so that he could catch a quick glimpse in the flashing light, and then she dropped her tampon into his cocktail glass.

Nobody else noticed his drink fade from clear to pink. His dancing slowed for a moment as he stared at his glass, mesmerized by the new inhabitant. She returned to bumping and grinding, empowered by her daring move. She continued to hug his leg with her knees, waving her naughty hand above her head in carefree abandon.

They were both fans of period play, enjoying all sorts of intimate activities when those special days came each month. Long ago he had admitted to being kink categorized as a “bloodhound,” and she enjoyed pushing his submissive buttons whenever she had the opportunity. Tasting her red warmth was nothing new to him, but having it delivered so suddenly in public was quite surprising.

He swirled his glass, watching the ice, wedge of lime, and tampon chase each other around in circles. The color deepened to rich pink. She had planned this dirty stunt perfectly. Not only was it the perfect day of the month for this surprise, but she had set the plan in motion many hours ago. The string was the only part still white, and even that was beginning to stain.

He eagerly sipped his cocktail, loving the knowledge that a part of her was now inside of him, nourishing his body forever. The alcohol still dominated the flavor, but psychologically he could taste her in every nook and cranny of his mouth, coating his throat, marking her domain.

She enjoyed this act of devotion from him. Her dominance in the relationship was well established, and she reveled in these little moments of affirmation. It gave her unmatched strength and confidence.

A mental countdown clock started ticking in each of their minds. They would keep dancing for a while, and likely frighten some attentive strangers with her brazen free bleeding, but they both knew rough, dirty sex was on the menu. Various bodily fluids only added fuel to the fire. Eventually the carnal urge would draw them back to their hotel room.

When the drinks were finished and they were both hot and sweaty, she took his hand and led him towards the door. They left their glasses on an unattended table in the lounge. A horrified bar-back would probably just throw that glass away, and tell stories of it for years.

When lust was in the air, all regard for filth and public decency went out the window. She was part of the problem that haunted society. The smear she left on the seat in the back of the taxi went unnoticed in the darkness. The passenger after them would emerge with an embarrassing stain on their outfit. Another innocent victim, unlucky to have crossed paths with the horny couple. They were too focused on the pending frenzy that would overwhelm their hotel room. Tomorrow, the housekeeping staff would be disgusted at the sight of the bed linens. The cost of replacement pillows would be charged to their card.