Girls Night Out

Julie’s red dress hugged every inch of her—the deep V-neck barely containing her tits, the slit riding high enough to flash smooth thigh with every step. She perched on the barstool, legs crossed just tight enough to make the hem ride up further, her strappy heels dangling. Her friend whispered something dirty in her ear, making Julie throw her head back with a laugh, her throat exposed, her cocktail sloshing dangerously in her grip. The bass rattled the floor, bodies moving slick with sweat under the strobes. Then the crowd parted like he commanded it—tall, thick-necked, dressed in a suit that cost more than my car. Gold glinted at his wrist, his throat. His gaze pinned Julie before he even reached her. "You look like you taste expensive," he murmured, sliding onto the stool beside her. His knuckles brushed her bare shoulder, slow, deliberate. Julie shivered but didn’t pull away. Her friend giggled, already tipsy, already nudging her closer to him. "She *is* expensive." He smirked, fingers tracing the seam of Julie’s dress where it dug into her thigh. "Good. I like spending." I saw the moment she gave in—her lips parting, her tits rising with a shaky breath. His hand slid higher, fingertips dipping beneath the lace of her panties. She gasped, thighs tensing, but didn’t stop him. "Tell me," he growled, mouth at her ear, "how long’s it been since someone made you come so hard you screamed?" Julie’s nails dug into the bar. A whimper escaped her. He didn’t wait for an answer. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he hauled her off the stool, her ass pressed flush against his cock. She could feel it—thick, already straining his slacks. "Gonna wreck this pussy," he promised, low enough that only she heard it. "And you’re gonna thank me." Her knees almost buckled. I watched, fists clenched, my own dick aching as he led her toward the VIP section—his hand possessive on the small of her back, her hips swaying, already his. And the worst part? She was *wet*. I could see it—the slick shine on her inner thighs when the dress rode up, the way her breath came too fast. She wanted this. And I couldn’t do a damn thing but watch.

The VIP lounge was dim, plush leather seats arranged like a stage, the bass from the club thrumming through the walls. Julie’s pimp didn’t sit—he backed her against the nearest table, fingers already twisting in her hair, yanking her head to the side so his mouth could claim her neck. Her friend clapped, giggling, while two of his associates lounged nearby, drinks in hand, eyes locked on the show. “Wait—” Julie gasped, but his palm smacked her ass hard, cutting her off. The sound echoed, her skin flushing under the sting. “You don’t tell me wait,” he growled, shoving her dress up to her waist. His fingers hooked into her soaked panties, wrenching them aside. “Look at that. Dripping before I even touch you.” She moaned as he shoved two fingers inside, curling them deep. Her knees gave out, but he held her up, working her ruthlessly while her friend cheered. “Fuck her already!” someone shouted. He didn’t need convincing. His belt clinked, his cock springing free—thick, veined, jutting against her ass. One hand gripped her hip, the other fisted her hair again as he slammed into her with one brutal thrust. Julie screamed. The table rocked. Her friend leaned in, whispering something filthy in her ear as the pimp fucked her harder, his rhythm punishing. Julie’s nails scraped the table, her back arching, her tits bouncing with every snap of his hips. “That’s it,” he grunted, yanking her head back further. “Take it. *Beg* for it.” And she did.

Her breath was still ragged when he yanked himself free, leaving her dripping and shaking against the table. The pimp smirked, adjusting his belt as he turned to the room. “Open for business,” he announced, slapping Julie’s ass hard enough to make her flinch. “Three hundred a pop.” Her friend whistled, shoving a guy forward before Julie could even catch her breath. The first stranger was on her before she could protest—cock already out, hands digging into her hips as he shoved inside with a grunt. Julie cried out, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the table’s edge. The second man wasted no time, gripping her hair and forcing her mouth onto him, her lips stretched taut. The pimp leaned against the wall, sipping his drink as the room closed in. “Don’t be gentle,” he warned. “She likes it rough.” Her moans were muffled around the cock in her throat, her body rocking between them, used and claimed in front of everyone. And still, her thighs glistened—her cunt gripping tight, betraying how much she needed it. The third man unbuckled his belt.

Julie's friend had always been jealous of her and wanted to see her humiliated as she encouraged them to fuck her ass

Julie’s friend smirked, her manicured nails digging into Julie’s shoulder as the third man stepped closer, his grip already rough as he turned her face toward him. "You missed a hole," she purred, licking her lips as she grabbed a handful of Julie's hair and shoved her head down further onto the cock in her mouth. The man behind Julie didn’t hesitate—spitting onto his fingers before pressing them against her tight asshole, working her open with cruel efficiency. Julie whimpered, her body jerking as he pushed in knuckle-deep, scissoring her mercilessly while the other two kept her pinned in place. “Think she can take it dry?” her friend taunted, grinding her heel into the floor. The third man chuckled, lining himself up. “Only one way to find out.” Julie’s scream tore from her throat as he breached her, splitting her open in one brutal thrust. Her friend leaned in, lips brushing Julie’s ear. "Bet you never thought you'd be this fucking filthy," she whispered, before slapping her ass hard—making her clench around both cocks at once. The men groaned in sync, their pace turning savage, the table creaking under the force. The pimp just watched, sipping his drink as Julie’s body rocked between them—her moans choked, her fingers white-knuckling the table, her holes stuffed full.

Julie’s friend stepped back with a predatory grin, yanking her dress up to reveal the harness strapped tight between her thighs. The black silicone glistened, already slick with lube as she stroked it mockingly. "You didn’t think I’d just *watch*, did you?" The men chuckled darkly, shifting just enough to give her space as she pressed the thick tip against Julie’s drooling cunt—already stretched but still greedy. Julie gasped when her friend shoved in without warning, filling her to the hilt in one ruthless push. Now pinned between three cocks, her body shuddered violently, every thrust driving her deeper into the man’s grip down her throat. Her friend set a brutal rhythm, hips slamming hard enough to make Julie’s tits bounce, the slap of skin echoing off the walls. “Look at her—*begging* for it,” she sneered, twisting the strap-on inside her. Julie’s scream was a raw, broken thing as her friend leaned down, nails raking her back. “Take it, *whore*.” The pimp’s laughter hummed in the air. “Now that’s a show.”