Backstage with Aletta and Barbie

Barbie White stumbled into her car still half-drunk from the party. Officers pulled her over before she made it two blocks and cuffed her wrists behind her back. They drove her straight to jail. Aletta Ocean met her at intake. Sharp cheekbones. Dark hair pulled tight. The kind of body that made other women take a longer glance. She led Barbie to a side room, shut the door, and pressed her up against it. Hands moved fast—unbuttoning her blouse, tugging the bra aside, cupping soft tits until Barbie’s nipples hardened between her fingers. Aletta sank down, dragging Barbie’s panties to her knees. She spread her open and licked once, slow and heavy, then again, quicker, until Barbie’s hips pushed forward. Aletta hummed, lips wet, tongue working the swollen clit like she planned to stay there a while. Barbie’s knees buckled. She came fast, gasping, thighs shaking. Aletta didn’t stop. She stood, twisted Barbie around, bent her over the cold metal table, and slid two fingers deep into the slick heat. Long, steady strokes. Thumb circling her clit again. Barbie moaned loud, pushing back for more. Aletta kept going—harder, deeper—until Barbie’s second orgasm hit, wet and sudden, running down her legs. Only then did she ease her hand free and leave Barbie trembling, bare, and breathing hard against the steel.