In the bar

Cipriana and Sunny Diamond had turned the club into their personal playground, teasing bartenders and customers alike, giggling through stolen kisses, grinding against thighs on the dance floor. Never once had they fucked inside these walls. Tonight the rule dissolves. In the booth behind the pillar they tear each other open, mouths wet, skirts already shoved past their hips. Fingers slide through heat, tonguing the other hard under strobe lights, hips jerking, breath coming sharp. They twist together without mercy, coming loud and shaking while the bass drowns out every gasp.