Chapter 0 - The Nightclub

By Lady Lascivious
Commissioned by Marie and BlinksAndPokes

Music pounded throughout the club, glaring lights in vibrant blues, purples, greens, and yellows flashed throughout the dance floor. The strobelights threw their beams across the room, bodies, twisting, twirling, cavorting across the broad space were cast in stark illumination and deep shadow. 

Alice moved and danced with an enthusiasm that put the rest to shame. She twirled and danced about, a red tinge of alcohol coloring her cheeks as she whooped and hollered in time with the music. “Marie! Come on and dance with me! Stop standing there and live a little!” She called, beckoning towards another woman standing stock still on the edge of the dance floor.

Only partially lit by the pulsing lights, Marie’s face too was flushed a deep scarlet, but she had drunk nothing the entire night. She stood almost motionless amid the thumping of the heavy bass, headache inducing light shows, and wild atmosphere. Slowly, timidly, she shook her head in Alice’s direction. “S-somebody might see!” She squeaked, eyes darting around as though fearing a fan or paparazzi might jump her that very moment, gushing about the sight of her on the floor of a nightclub filled with sex, booze, and boozed up sex.

“Oh, c’mon!” her friend called, sashaying over towards the edge of the dance floor, the slightest wobble evident in her gait. “It’s fun! Nobody can recognize you in this environment! I won’t say anything to anybody - I promise.” She extended a hand, grinning widely, “C’mooon, live a little! You came out all this way - and might I say, you look fine this evening. It’d be a crying shame if you spent the entire night hiding in the corner!”

Marie balked, her hand stretching out slowly and hesitantly. “You promise?” She whispered, almost inaudible even right next to Alice amid the beat of the dance music. “And y-you’re sure nobody will recognize me?” 

This close, Alice could see that her face flushed an even deeper scarlet, and she smiled reassuringly. “Marie, the only way anybody could recognize you is if they got close enough to kiss you.” She grinned, leaning in and planting a quick peck on her cheek, pulling back before Marie could say anything in response. “And…” she continued above Marie’s flustered reaction, sliding around behind her friend, “If you weren’t planning on having fun, why do you have these, hmm?” She whispered, her hand sliding down to pull teasingly at the faux cat tail dangling from Marie’s backside. Stepping behind her, she slid another hand up, playing at the faux cat ears adorning her head. “You argued so much against wearing them, and look at you! I could gobble you right up myself!”

Marie let out an involuntary squeal as Alice tugged at the cat tail. It was, in fact, a butt plug that she had been persuaded to wear with much begging, pleading, and bargaining. It had been an expensive gag gift a year back, and had never before seen use until tonight. “Alice! Don’t do that!” She protested, whirling around and pressing her hindquarters firmly against a wall for protection. 

Alice raised her hands in acknowledgement of guilt, stepping back a foot, “Look, humor me and dance for a bit, please? I promise you’ll enjoy it. If anybody starts anything, I’ll beat them up myself, alright?” She placed her hands together, “Pleeease?” 

With a weary sigh, Marie nodded, and Alice eagerly bustled her onto the dance floor. Marie walked in front of her with visible discomfort, but resolved to make the best of the situation. With practiced ease she was maneuvered through the jungle of twisting, cavorting bodies and found herself and Alice in a small clearing of empty floor. A safe distance away from other clubgoers and drunken dancers, where they could be reasonably certain Marie would not be recognized amid the chaotic atmosphere and lighting. 

“Alright!” Alice cheered, one hand on Marie’s shoulder as she pumped a fist in the air in triumph. “Let’s tear this dance floor apart!” As she said so the current song ended and a new one began to play, and Alice, head bouncing along with the rhythm, took a step back from Marie and with an excited “Three! Two! One!” She burst into another flurry of dancing, the song’s bass dropping right as she did so. Marie stood bemused for a moment, before hesitantly beginning to move with the music herself. She felt simultaneously exposed and hemmed in on all sides - anybody could just walk up and see her here like this, and she was surrounded by a pulsing wall of humanity. Alice caught her eye and flashed a wide grin at her before returning to her dance. A fresh burst of music caught her, and she found herself enjoying the tune more than she expected. Hesitant moves turned to enthusiastic if somewhat lopsided dancing, and Marie found herself side by side with Alice, her hips gyrating and hands in the air. 

Alice grinned even wider seeing her friend enjoying herself in such a manner, and sashayed over, putting one hand and then the other over her shoulders. Marie seemed startled at first, and then flustered as Alice planted another kiss on her cheeks, but had no time to mount a properly flustered defense before Alice whisked her into a frenetic dance. As the music reached its crescendo she leaned in once more, Marie’s breasts pressing against her own, and kissed her once more. 

“See? Told you it’d be fun.” She whispered under her breath, panting slightly. “And barely anybody even recognized you were there! We’re all too busy with the music, the dancing, the booze, and the sex to bother looking at the person nearby! We had a great time, and I got you to come out of that shell a little and wear those adorable cat ears!” 

Marie blushed a bright scarlet, and stammered something unintelligible in response. Alice, shaking her head slightly, wrapped an arm around her shoulder and began to lead her out of the dance floor. She was thirsty, and her legs were beginning to feel sore from dancing so long. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Marie caught sight of two men approaching them. Immediately, she felt a weight settle in her stomach. Her worst fears had come to light, she was sure of it. They’d recognized her, she was going to be exposed - dancing in a shady nightclub. She cringed at the mere thought of what would happen to her reputation. This could ruin her, they could take this public, plaster it all over tabloids that would do their damnedest to smear her. Her heart thudded in her chest, she could hear it in her ears and feel the rush of blood through her body. 

Alice moved towards them unfazed, seemingly unaware of the panic striking her companion, a broad smile on her lips as she blew a kiss towards the two. “Hello boys, how are you doing this evening, hm?” She swayed her hips slightly, making her way towards them with a seductive walk. “Fancy a dance?” She flashed a subtle look back to Marie, nodding almost imperceptibly. 

Marie took the hint, and began to move in the opposite direction, attempting to seem casual and unconcerned. But her movements were stiff, and she could feel her legs shaking. Her body language broadcasted loud and clear how tense she was, and she silently prayed that the men would be too distracted by Alice to take note of her. She wouldn’t be leaving the area, but she was desperate to get out of their line of sight, and she expected Alice would soon rejoin her.

But to her despair, as she cast a look back, her friend seemed in no rush to leave her new company. Rather, Alice was relishing the attention, her hips cocked out at a suggestive angle. One hand traced a lazy circle on the chest of the first man, and the other sat perched on her waist. 

Marie wanted to inch closer, to drag her friend away and avoid the potential unwanted attention. She could scarce believe her eyes in truth - she had thought Alice had intended to distract the two men, to give her a chance to slip away rejoin at the bar, restroom, or some other location. But as she stared, aghast, she saw the first of the two reach out, his hand resting on Alice’s hip as Alice leaned into him in turn. Her eyes widened further as they spoke further, and all three of them turned to look at her. Alice seemed slightly more tense than just a moment before, and the other man, the one standing away from her friend, winked playfully at her, beckoning with his index finger. 

Marie gulped, and began to hesitantly step backwards, her feet unsure and awkward as she stepped around discarded clothing and vodka bottles. She remained staring in shock at the three of them, mouth slightly agape. It felt to her as though an eternity passed with each second - she knew of Alice’s… ‘freedom’ of course, it was almost impossible not to. But she was so laissez faire, carefree, it was a shock. A small part of her, some rebellious corner of her mind, remarked that she certainly seemed to enjoy the attention - mightn’t it be nice to partake of some as well? But that line of thinking was quickly squashed, and Marie took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She was just being paranoid, Alice was right. The chances of someone recognizing her in this lighting, in the getup she was wearing - they were remote at most. 

Another deep breath, and she strode forward, intending to demand an explanation of her friend. The second man, however, precluded any preprepared scoldings. “Are you Marie? Like, the idol?” He was a large man, and she could almost feel his physical presence, but he seemed genuinely giddy. But Marie only felt a cold, sickening dread slam into her. Alice, too, seemed caught completely off guard, and her arms fell limply to her side. 

“I… ah…” Marie stammered, heart fluttering in her chest. 

“We’re such huge fans.” He continued, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort or anxiety. “I can’t believe I’m actually getting to meet you! I just, well, I uh…” the man trailed off, and Marie felt the cold grip of dread clutch her insides tight. “Could y-”

He was cut off, however, as Alice made her move. Striding towards the man, she inserted herself between him and Marie, “No. I’ll fuck you, not her. Leave her alone.” The three others - Marie, and the two men, stared at her, flabbergasted. 

“I… what?” The man stammered, caught completely off guard. “No, no! I was just going to ask for her autog-”

Again, he was cut off, but this time by his companion who clapped a hand around his friend’s mouth, smiling broadly. “Well… if it’s on the table.” He murmured, eyeing Alice’s body with a hungry expression. “I - and my friend here - heartily accept.” He grinned, patting the other man on the shoulder. “About time we popped that cherry of yours, eh my man?” His grin widened, “And… mister birthday boy, why not do it with your favorite idol? Just imagine.” His gaze turned towards Marie, and she felt as though she were being stripped down from his gaze alone, “How many people get to see what she looks like under there? Hmm?” 

His friend flushed a deep scarlet, almost rivaling Marie’s own, and he stammered half formed protests in a steady stream, few of his words at all intelligible to any of them. 

“Ah-ah-ah!” his friend interjected, gently placing a finger over his friend’s lips. “Not another word. I know you’ve fantasized about this before, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” He grinned lecherously, and Marie once again felt the sensation of being striped naked in his mind, and now in the mind of his friend as well. 

“You… I…” she murmured, looking around for some means of escape. “You know I can’t… I mean it’s just…” her heart thudded in her chest, and she felt her breath coming in short, rapid bursts. She could feel the adrenaline surging through her veins with every heartbeat. She wanted to run, to hide, to flee. 

“You know, if you try to leave I’m sure there are plenty of people who’d love to see these pictures I took of you. Dancing like that in a nightclub like this? Oh, the tabloids would eat it up, and I’m sure plenty of bigger titles would love to know just what bewitched you to come out here and act like that.” He held a phone out, the thin color shining off its screen unmistakably showing a photo of her.

Marie felt a cold, dead lump through her gut - he’d pulled that card. She could be ruined by this, her managers had stressed with no small emphasis how important it was she stay ‘pure’. Images of contracts being fed to paper shredders flashed through her mind, the negative publicity that could hound her for years or more.

She flashed a look to Alice, seeking some sort of salvation, but her friend offered no means of escape from this predicament. Alice seemed at a loss, though Marie had difficulty telling if it was genuine shock at the man’s turn into blackmail - or if her mind was already so addled by lustful thought that the man’s words hadn’t even been fully processed. Marie gulped, turning back towards the man and his incriminating photos, and took a deep breath. 

“Fine.” She murmured, her cheeks flushing a deep scarlet. “I’ll do it, just… just delete those pictures. And don’t take any more!” 

“You’re in no position to negotiate, sweet cheeks. Take it or leave it. Take it, and you won’t hear anything from me or my friend here. Leave it… well…” He grinned, scrolling through the photos and letting out a wolf whistle. “Damn, girl, you’ve got some fine ass-ets.” He grinned wider, and Marie felt slightly nauseous as, for a third time, she could almost feel his eyes peeling the clothes off her in his mind.

Her cheeks flushed a still deeper red, and she knew she was trapped. Time seemed to slow, and every second crept by agonizingly slowly. Seconds turned into hours, into days, into years. 

“I wonder what tabloid I should send this to first, hm?” She heard him say through the fog, and Marie looked up in shock, her eyes widening. 

“No! No! I’ll do it, I’ll do it, fine! Just don’t tell anybody!” It was humiliating, but she had no choice - not if she wanted her reputation to remain intact. “I… ah… yes, a birthday present. Right?” 

Alice, having faded into the background as Marie agonized over the decision presented to her, forcefully reinserted herself, grinning like a madwoman. “Oh, it won’t be so bad! Cheer up! Besides, they look like they’re really packing down low, it’ll be fun!” She planted a long, heavy kiss on Marie’s lips, much to Marie’s surprise and the audible delight of the two men, before looping one arm around Marie’s shoulder and steering her towards the bathrooms. 

The moment they crossed the threshold, the door swinging shut behind them, Alice reached forward, seizing hold of Marie’s top and pulling it up and over her shoulders, wheeling Marie around. “Behold, gentlemen!” She crowed, before her eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh, you did wear it! Thank you!” 

Marie stood frozen in shock as Alice pecked her on the cheek. She had, at her friend’s insistence, worn a nipple-less bra, and crotchless underwear. Never did she think anybody would get a chance to see them. The illicit thrill of wearing such attire beneath her already skimpy clothing had been more than enough excitement for the evening - though she would be lying if she denied enjoying it.

“Alice! What are you doing!?” She squealed, eyes wide as she stared back at her friend, mouth agape. “This isn’t helping!” Desperately, she tried to conceal her chest to preserve the tattered shreds of her modesty, clutching her breasts in her arms and trying unsuccessfully to pull away from Alice’s vicelike grip. 

“Oh, calm down, Marie! I’m just helping you ease your way into this! After all, we wouldn’t want to disappoint your new friend would we? It’s his birthday, after all - and what a nice birthday present it would be to cum inside his favorite idol! Isn’t that right?” Alice chirped, flashing a smile at the man in question, reaching down to cup Marie’s breasts in her hands.

At her words, Marie heard a poorly suppressed groan from in front of her, and turned her attention back towards the men. Her fan, who she now realized wore a t-shirt with her likeness on it, seemed ready to faint, orgasm, or both at the mere thought of such an act coming to pass. Alice traced her hand lower, down along Marie’s belly, and into her skirt. “Just imagine.” She purred, cooing softly into Marie’s ear, just loud enough for the two men to hear. “One of your biggest fans cumming inside you, filling you right up to the brim. Sounds delightful, doesn’t it? Best birthday present he could ask for, no?” 

Marie had stood stock still for a moment, scarcely able to react, almost not believing what she had heard. Had her ears betrayed her? Did she really just hear what she thought she had heard? Had Alice just suggested this man - whose name she didn’t even know - just… 

“D-did you just say… what I think you said?” she stammered, her heart fluttering in its cage at the mere thought. 

“I think she did.” Came the voice of one of the men, the pervert. “Your friend and I spent an awful lot of time planning this, you know. The least you could do is go along and help make the birthday boy’s day a little brighter.” He stepped forward, grinning to his own companion. “Oh, come along then! Get yourself a feel! She’s not going anywhere. As for you…” His gaze turned towards Alice, and Marie felt the grip on her loosen slightly. 

Time passed in a blur, and in what felt like half a second, Marie found herself wholly nude, save cat ears and tail. “They look so good on you.” Alice crooned, stroking her hair with one hand and the shaft of her lecherous friend with the other. “A cute little kitty. Eager for cock! Doesn’t she look eager for some cock, and a nice cream filling?”

Marie was still in a state of shock, and as she stared down the cock directly in front of her, its long, throbbing length millimeters from her nose. She could feel the moist heat that emanated from every inch. It was so close to her, she could count the individual wrinkles and other details in the skin. She could feel Alice almost on top of her, pushing her face ever closer, an inexorable force. At last, Marie closed her eyes and opened her mouth, and her new biggest fan slid his length between her lips. 

“Good, good.” Whispered Alice in her ear, softly stroking her hair as she angled herself to join in, “Just like that, take it all in. Don’t forget to use your tongue.” Winking playfully at both Marie and the man she was pleasing, Alice went low, tracing her tongue along the base of his shaft. She cupped his sack in one hand, her tongue sliding lower as she licked and sucked away. Ever the sexual multitasker, she wiggled her rear enticingly at the second man - who, needing no further encouragement, positioned himself behind her, teasing her entrance with the tip of his shaft. With little warning, he pushed himself in, eliciting a moan of pleasure. 

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you you slut?” He called down to her, grinning widely. His hands reached forwards to take hold of Alice’s breasts, gently squeezing the soft, sensitive mounds as he pulled himself out before slamming his hips back inside her, bringing out yet another squeak of delight. Alice moaned enthusiastically, working her hips in a rocking motion to pull his cock deep inside her.

Marie’s mind was abuzz with the flood of sensations; the heat, taste, and smell of the cock sliding ever deeper into her mouth, the sounds of Alice and her partner in crime, the gentle moans of pleasure and almost silent murmurs of disbelief from the man she was pleasuring - they filled her with a warm, heady feeling. She found herself opening her mouth wider, her tongue swirling around the length of her fan, basking in the taste and feel of him filling her mouth like this. He advanced further, and she accepted him, the tip of his cock tickling at her throat. 

“Damn, Alice. For how shy you told us she was, she’s taking him like a champ. Look at her go! A natural, she is. You must be proud!” He grinned wide, grabbing Alice’s hair in one hand and pulling her away from his friend’s shaft, pressing his lips to her own before directing her eyes towards Marie. “Man, I was a bit hesitant for a bit, I must confess. But your friend there might be an even bigger slut than you are! Hell, perhaps she’ll beg me to release all this photos once we fuck her hard enough, what do you think?”

Alice’s only answer was a moan of pleasure as he thrust himself deep inside her once more, one hand clenching her hair in a tight fist, forcing her to watch as Marie sucked off his friend, another hand vigorously groping her breasts. The man fucking her leaned in, his breath hot on Alice’s neck, his cock pushing her walls apart with ease. Alice’s moans reverberated around the room, a wordless exclamation of pleasure and excitement. “Lean in, let your friend know how happy you are about her agreeing to have some fun with us, will you?” He growled, leaning in once more as he directed Alice towards Marie. “Get her ready for part two!”

Marie, almost oblivious to anything else, focused squarely on the shaft in her mouth. The thick, bulbous head pushing ever further down her throat. The barely suppressed moans and prayers of the man, her own building arousal. This was so wrong - she was humiliated, blackmailed, this was blatantly illegal - and yet she could scarce remember a time she had been more excited, more aroused, more eager to suck a cock like a whore than she was now. A thrill ran down her spine - what if someone came into the bathroom and caught the four of them like this? She was almost nude, Alice and the two men completely nude - it could utterly ruin her far beyond any photos of scandalous attire in a nightclub. That thought only deepened her arousal, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking away with a skill and fervour she didn’t know she possessed. 

The bubble in her mind burst with a vengeance as she felt someone pull her underwear away, stripping off the last vestiges of any modesty or protection. Before she could muster even the weakest protest she felt something tickling her loins. A wet heat, and a giddy pleasure that radiated through her body. “A-Alice! What are you doing!?” She moaned, craning her neck around in shock. “I… you…” She trailed off, in shock, only to be brought back to the front as the man she had so suddenly ceased her ministrations of pulled her head back towards him, sliding his cock between her lips once more.

“Suck it.” he moaned, “Suck it, you slut. Suck it for your number one fan!”

From behind, she felt Alice redouble her ministrations, she could feel and hear a low moan coming from her even as she licked and teased away at Marie’s loins. The heat within her built still further, and she eagerly took his cock in as far as it could go, running her tongue along his shaft, dancing and playing about its length. 

And then she felt a hand on her forehead, and the cock slide from her mouth. Looking up, Marie raised an eyebrow inquisitively. Had he suddenly changed his mind? His expression indicated that was not the case, but in the heat of the moment Marie was not processing information as efficiently as she might otherwise have. Her loins burned with a fire that ached throughout her hole body. She felt a deep longing, something she could scarce put into words. A need that pushed at the back of her mind, egged her on. She felt that need again now, demanding she pull him back to her, open wide for his cock, milk every last drop of his seed from him. But she shook away that need, striving to keep some semblance of clear thought in her mind. “What do you need?” She asked, rising slightly. 

He grinned, standing and gesturing towards Alice. “Make out with her. Your friend’s almost as cute as you are. I wanna see you two go at it.” Crouching down, his grin broadened, “C’mon, do it!”

Marie’s face went white, and she stared at him once more. “Y- you’re kidding right? She’s my friend! I c- I can’t do that!” 

“Ah, but you will!” Crowed the other man, giving her friend a smack on the rear as he pulled himself out of her, his phone in his hand. “I recorded everything. You’re doing everything we say, or… well, hoo boy, you thought that slutty outfit of yours would be tabloid fodder. Wait until they get ahold of this! Just imagine those headlines! Boy oh bo-” he stopped speaking midsentence, eyes widening slightly, as Alice rushed forward, pulling Marie into a deep embrace and planting her lips squarely on Marie’s own. Marie herself let out a squeal of surprise but made no move to resist, allowing her friend to swoop down on her. 

It was a strange, though not unwelcome sensation. Alice’s lips on her own, their body heat joining together, the pulsating desire that filled her body and mind pushing her onwards. “Yeah! Just like that!” Called one of the men, Marie neither knew nor cared. The sensation of her friend’s lips on her own was almost intoxicating. She could scarce explain it, but she hungered for more, she needed more. Pressing her lips even more firmly against Alice’s, she wrapped her arms around the other woman, taking in every bit of her she could. The feelings, smells, sounds, and tastes seized her mind, and carried her aloft. Through the haze, Marie slowly realized she was tasting not only Alice, but herself. A mild tang, some acidity - Alice had been eating her out until just a moment ago, and now she was tasting herself. An hour ago, such a realization would have appalled her - now it only spurred her further on, deeper into the depths of depravity. 

So enraptured was she, that she scarcely noticed the two men repositioning themselves behind her. With little warning, she felt something hard and hot slide deep inside her, rough hands grasping at her breasts. Involuntarily, she let out a moan, and felt Alice do the same. The two men pushed themselves deeper inside, pressing her and Alice closer together, their breasts squishing up against each other, their bodies entwined. Lust further filled her mind as cock filled her loins, and she found herself moaning aloud, Alice’s name, incoherent noises of pleasure, pleas for the man behind her to push even deeper inside of her, for him to do with her body what he wished if only it could give her more of these intoxicating sensations. Her own moans mixed with those of Alice, a cacophony of discordant sound rising together as a symphony of lustful pleasure. 

“Damn, Alice.” Grunted the man behind her, his cock rapidly pistoning in and out of Marie, “I wish you’d told me about your friend earlier. Bitch is a damn good lay. You’ve been holding out on me - and the birthday boy, for that matter.” Marie felt him lean in, pushing her and Alice even closer together, “Or did you intend to wait for his birthday after all? You’re such a sweetheart, almost as much as you are a slut.” To punctuate his statement, he reached down and slapped Marie’s rear, the sound ringing out through the din of sex. Marie yelped, but made no move to protest, only spreading her legs wider, delving deeper into Alice, their tongues wrestling and intertwining as their bodies were used by the two men. Another thrust went deeper than before, eliciting a loud moan, Alice’s hands clutched her own, the two of them locked together in orgiastic harmony. Time seemed immaterial, marked by the thrusting of cocks, in and out of her, the sensations driving her into a lustful frenzy. 

“Fuck. I’m getting close.” One of them grunted, his pace increasing, thrusts sending ripples through Marie’s body. “Fuck, man! You wanna swap? Creampie this slutty idol you love so much?”

“I want her to beg for it.” Came the reply, and Marie felt Alice’s body thumping against her as his own thrusts picked up speed. “I want her to beg for my cock, beg for me to fill her up, beg!” he punctuated his last word with a particularly hard thrust, Alice arching her back in pleasure, screaming out her ecstasy to the world. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and it was all she could do to remain upright. Marie eyed her jealously before a hard thrust from behind caught her off guard, and she doubled over, moaning in pleasure. 

“Yes please!” She groaned from the floor, “I want your cock. Give it to me. Fill me with your cum! Fill me up!” Her moans grew louder, and she felt the man behind her increase his pace, smacking her rear fondly. 

“Gonna miss that pussy, c’mere Alice - I’m not finished yet.” 

Marie felt a terrible emptiness as he slid out of her, and she dropped to the floor, panting for breath. Her respite was short lived, and soon she felt the familiar hands of her fan taking hold of her, his fingers playing at her breasts as he lined his cock up with her entrance. “Yes.” She murmured, “Fill me up.”

With that, he slid himself into her, his shaft parting her walls with ease once more. Marie let out a sigh of pleasure, her eyes fluttering halfway closed as she welcomed the man’s by now familiar shaft back into her. She relished it, the fullness, the wonderful feeling of being filled to the brim with such a thick piece of cock. It filled her with an ecstasy matched by little else she had experienced before. 

Marie squeaked in surprise as she felt him wrap a hand around her hair, pressing her against Alice as he adjusted himself. Alice grinned at her, winking playfully, before another thrust sent her into a cascade of moans, her lips pressing back up against Marie’s once more. It was pure discordant bliss, and Marie fell into the rhythm with glee. He pulled her hair back, slamming into her with a raw, animalistic fervor. Marie felt her whole body shaking with the force of his thrusting, her body bumping into Alice’s with each thrust. 

Her mind and body were aflame, lit with a burning lustful need that seemed to consume her mind. Her body ached with pleasure, hot waves coursing throughout her being, a rising nexus building in her loins. She moaned aloud, her arms entwined with those of Alice. The smell of sex filled the air, the sound of moaning, of wet flesh slapping together filled her ears, her mind buoyed by a current of pleasure. 

“Harder!” She moaned, desperate to sink deeper beneath the waves. “Harder! Fuck me harder! Alice! Alice I think he’s close! Oh god, harder, please!” Her fingers clenched tight around Alice’s, her walls clenching the cock thrusting in and out of her with a desperate need. She clung tightly to him, willing him in deeper, her body pulling at him as he withdrew, desperate to maintain the wonderful feeling of fullness, his shaft sliding into her. Her nerves filled with white hot sparks that burned their way across her mind, and she felt herself drawing near, a tidal wave waiting to break upon her mind. 

The two men grinned, watching with glee as the two sluts melted into moaning messes, wrapped around their cocks. Alice, her blonde hair askew, eyeliner running as she moaned aloud, her petite body swallowing up cock with a hunger that no other woman had shown either of them. Marie, her breasts bouncing wildly with the force of the fucking she was receiving, her own makeup smeared and running, sweat glistening on the skin of all four of them. 

With a roar of ecstasy, the man behind Marie hilted himself deep inside her, his hands clutching at her body as he pumped her full of his seed. Marie felt his cum surge into her, a hot, sticky mess that filled every inch of her insides. She realized, with a moment of fear, that she could not remember if she had taken her birth control - but another second later, as another surge of cum filled her, she realized that she didn’t give a damn. She moaned aloud, a bitch in heat, as he shoved his cock in as far as it could go, pushing his seed deep inside her. Rubbing against the deepest depths of her passage, blinding sparks of pain and pleasure arcing through her body. She felt the dam burst, and a mind numbing wave of ecstasy, of pleasure, of pure unadulterated temporal bliss course through her body. Her muscles locked together, vaginal walls clamping down on the cock inside of her with almost inhuman power, sealing in every last precious drop. 

Alice smiled broadly as she saw Marie climax, turning to her own partner. “Fill me up, stud.” She moaned aloud, “Fill me full and deep.” Needing no further encouragement, he grabbed a handful of her hair, bending her head to the floor as he took up a blinding pace. His hips slammed against hers with a dizzying speed and force, Alice’s body shook wildly, her moans of pleasure echoing off the walls. She had climaxed once already, but she could feel the second building, and she abandoned all pretense, letting herself slide to the floor as she turned her full attention to her loins. With a lust-mad fervour she worked away, the combination of cock and her own hands sending her mind to the dizzying heights of near orgasm once more. 

“Yes! Do it!” She cried, feeling herself nearing. “Cum inside, now!” 

With a deep groan, he hilted himself deep inside her, letting loose a torrent of his seed straight into her womb. It almost burned it was so hot, filling every part of her, and Alice felt her mind go blank. Naught but pleasure filled her, the explosive power of orgasm tearing through her. She howled aloud, screaming out her bliss, clawing at the ground as she futilely sought something with which to anchor herself to the world as she was carried aloft in the tide of her second orgasm of the night. She collapsed in a heap, panting, next to Marie, scarcely able to think - even so, she reached out a hand and took Marie’s in her, squeezing tightly as they rode out the aftershocks. 

Their minds lay fallow for what seemed an eon, but slowly the world returned, a warm afterglow filling them all. 

Marie looked around her, eyes widening as she realized what had transpired. The color drained from her face as she saw the phone, its recording light blinking at her. “Y-you!” She stammered, staring open mouthed, then around at the mess. Her clothes were still, thankfully, intact, and she hurried to don them. She felt her heart racing as her thoughts did too - had she really done that? Really gone and fucked two men whose names she didn’t even know in a nightclub bathroom? What was wrong with her? 

Marie backed away from the two of them, shaking her head. “I… I have to go.” She murmured, staggering out the door. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had… she had done those things, there was no doubt about it. It had all been recorded - she had done it specifically to prevent pictures of her dressed in revealing attire going out, and she had just been filmed doing… that instead. 

She shook her head, trying to steady her breathing. She could fix this, how, she did not know - she just needed to get home. Home was safe, she could think of what to do at home, where there were no prying eyes, extortionist videographers, or adoring fans. Nothing but her thoughts, and phone calls with agents. 

The door opened behind her, and she turned around fearfully, half expecting to see the two men demanding yet more of her. She could still feel his seed inside her, slowly leaking out into her undergarments. Marie shuddered, and lifted her eyes to see Alice. The other woman said nothing at first, but Marie could see something shining on her face, dimly lit by the moonlight. “C’mon, let’s get you home.” She murmured, looping an arm around Marie’s shoulders. “I persuaded them to keep quiet. Trust me, they won’t say a word, unless you want them too.”

“Is… is that… on your face?” Marie replied, eyeing the streaks suspiciously. “Did you stay there after and…”

Alice nodded, smacking her lips, a self satisfied smile on her face. “What can I say? I’m a slut. You did great, though. You enjoyed it, let’s get you home and we can talk more, alright? I know a good way, I have some friends who can help you I think.”

Marie eyed her warily, but agreed, allowing herself to be lead away from the building and into the night.

