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RANJEET
Great meet!!!

TARUN
This area had a number of heavyset bouncer-types, probably moonlighting dockworkers from the surviving parts of the port. They looked like they would take poorly to belligerence or other acting up on the part of the patrons. More of the big fellows guarded a couple doors off the main dance floor. People going that way had to present some kind of card or ID to get past them. Danielle and her friends had anticipated the availability of some substances at the rave, but not the veritable apothecary they were presented with. Emma always believed in playing it safe, however, and had procured some Ecstasy for them from her older brother's buddies before they left. By the way the lights jumped about as they started dancing, Danielle suspected that their Ex must have had an extra kicker of something in it, but she didn't worry too much - she felt happy and reasonably in control. Emma's brother was wild (and kind of cute), but not crazy. Danielle danced with her friends and with strangers. The warehouse was big, loud, and crowded with several hundred bodies, so it did not take long for the little group to disband and lose track of one another. This usually happened - they would eventually find each other again. Danielle paid little attention. She changed partners often, checking out the guys as unabashedly as they stared at her. Some she danced with, some she teased a little. Some she talked to, or rather yelled over the music to, and let buy her drinks. Danielle avoided the alcohol, but did need the occasional liquid refreshment, and, eventually a trip to the restroom. The restrooms were a series of porta-johns hidden from the main dance area by a partially retracted floor-to- ceiling partition. A bare sink stood against the warehouse's cinderblock wall for washing, with a once- polished steel plate above it for a mirror. As Danielle cleaned up she noticed a door off to the side, facing away from the main dancing area. It was slightly ajar and she could see pulsing light, coming though it. She went over to investigate and found, after passing down a short darkened corridor there was indeed another dance floor. Danielle realized it must be one of the 'restricted' areas, and decided to return to the main part of the warehouse, lest she get into trouble. Doubling back, she found that the door she had come through had fallen closed and locked. Probably supposed to have been shut the whole time, she thought. Cursing to herself, Danielle resolved to make the best of it. She could probably get away with just acting like she belonged there. Stepping boldly out from the hallway, she was again enveloped by sound and light. This music had a grinding techno-industrial sound with base boosted so high she could feel the reverberations in her chest and abdomen. The music seemed to physically grab her, and Danielle almost couldn't help but get caught in the beat and start dancing. Though slightly smaller in area, the floor of this section of the warehouse was just as crowded with gyrating bodies as the main section. The mix here was different, however - most in the room were male. The women scattered throughout were generally the centers of attention and dancing activity, switching partners often, or dancing in close groups.

CORE100
Hi, this is only for test!!! Thanks

TARUNRAGHAV7
After some time circulating, she caught the glance of an attractive guy maybe a few years older than herself. They kept eye contact as they maneuvered toward one another, magnetically drawn by well-matched rhythms and styles. His flaring Day-Glo tie-dye shirt and shorts showed a stark contrast in dress to her sleek, animal theme, but that seemed appropriate to her. They converged and started dancing close. Danielle felt a warm congeniality to the fellows around her, but a special connection to this new partner. She lost her sense of time as the music flowed through a number of well-blended tracks. She and her starburst-dressed partner moved closer, gyrating, touching, twirling, holding and releasing. Danielle felt herself getting quite turned on. This turn of events was not too out of the ordinary for her, she'd left her share of raves early on the arm of a new guy (and would never forget the time in that barn hayloft), but this felt a bit different, a little more primitive or base. Perhaps it was the guy - his strong hands often 'accidentally' brushed her breasts or thighs. Perhaps it is the small crowd of guys dancing around them, watching them. Perhaps it was something else. After not too much thought, Danielle decided she didn't care, and went with it. She moved in to her partner and snaked her arms around his waist and back. He reciprocated; one arm coming around her shoulders, the other cupping and rubbing her ass through her skirt. She sighed and pressed into his hard body, peeking out over his shoulder as they turned and moved. Across the floor Danielle's gaze passed over several other girls, each the center of attention of their own groups. First she saw a brunette in black leather halter and hotpants bumped and ground with two or three guys in the center of a larger circle. But then different and strange scenes caught her eyes... Beyond the brunette, she made out a blazing redhead undulating in front of one partner - her back to his chest, and her butt pushed back and rubbing against his hips. As Danielle watched, the guy behind the redhead brought his hands up from her waist, raised her tight white T-shirt, and exposed her bra-less tits, which he immediately cupped and started fondling. As Danielle stared, a hand emerged from the surrounding bodies and traced up her right leg, disappearing under her glowing plaid miniskirt -- Bodies blocked the scene, and after trying to peer through them, Danielle' gaze moved on to a thin Asian girl with short, razor straight jet-black hair. She was in a kind of line dance with two guys. Her hands were low, her partners' high. It seemed like she was groping or fondling the crotches of the partners in front and back.