Hard In Love, Scene #02

At the Insomnia club in Berlin, ceiling-mounted cameras tape the stage for HardInLove. Samantha Bentley hangs upside-down on the pole, legs split wide for a room full of drinkers. Misha Cross watches from a booth, lips parted, pale skin glowing against black leather. Outside the crowd thins, bass still pounding through concrete. They meet by the service elevator. Leather creaks as they step into the garage. Cigarette smoke drifts from Misha’s fingers; red nails flick ash. No words. Samantha palms the back of Misha’s neck and kisses her open-mouthed, tongues slow and wet. She slaps Misha’s breasts until the skin blooms pink, then twists the tight nipples, pulling until Misha whimpers into her mouth. Misha answers with fingers tangled in Samantha’s hair, yanking her head back, slipping two fingers past parted lips until the throat clicks. Spit coats Misha’s knuckles. She bends Samantha over the hood of a parked car, palm cracking across her ass in hard, deliberate slaps that leave finger prints. Kneeling, she spreads Samantha with both thumbs, tongue pushing deep into the shaved cunt, then sliding higher to circle and press inside her ass. Samantha grips the metal, rocking back, cheeks flushed, thighs quivering. They switch without pause. Samantha pins Misha to the cold wall, mouth grinding on her cunt while fingers push past her lips, gagging her again. Misha’s moans vibrate against Samantha’s tongue as she comes, red creeping up her throat and across her breasts. The whole exchange is wordless, only breath, skin and the low thump of distant bass.