u/ZealousidealCrab9919

The gym always felt different at midnight.

Quieter.

Dimmer.

Like everything echoed a little too loudly.

I liked the emptiness.

I liked pretending I wasn’t being watched.

Except tonight… something felt wrong.

I tried to ignore it at first. Maybe someone else had just come in and I hadn’t noticed.

I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and pretended not to look around. But my eyes swept the room anyway.

One person. Over by the row of treadmills.

Slightly shorter than me, still, leaning your hip against the end of the machine like you weren't even pretending to work out. Dark leggings, black crop top, hair tied up, skin faintly glowing under the cold lights. You didn’t move, but the second my gaze brushed you.

You were already looking at me.

Not casually. Predatory.

Heat rushed through my chest, down into my stomach. I looked away so fast my vision blurred. My heart kicked up even though I told myself it was nothing. People stare in gym all the time.. But not like that.

I bent down to grab my empty drink bottle, pretending the cap needed tightening, pretending my hands weren’t trembling. When I stood back up, you weren't at the treadmill anymore.

I went back to my workout, but everything inside me was buzzing. Every time I moved, every time my hips shifted or my breath hitched from exertion, I felt your eyes like a touch between my shoulder blades.

I told myself I was imagining it.

Until I dropped into a squat and, on the way up, my eyes flicked to the mirror.

You were standing behind me now.

Not close.

But close enough that the reflection caught you perfectly, one corner of your mouth tilted upward, like you knew something I didn’t.

A shiver shot down my spine so strong I nearly lost the rep.

I racked the bar quickly, stepping away, chest tight. I took out one headphone, listening.

Footsteps.

Your warm, steady voice slid behind me.

“You done with that?”

I turned, you were right there.

Close enough to smell faint perfume on your collarbone something soft and floral, nothing like what I’d expect at a gym. Your eyes were dark, steady, unreadable, but locked onto me like I was something you'd been waiting for.

My mouth went dry. “Uh yeah. Yeah, I’m done.”

You didn’t take your eyes off me.

“Good” you said controlling, but you didn’t step past me.

I grabbed my things and tried to walk away, but your gaze burned between my shoulder blades.

When I turned around

You were closer again.

Not touching distance, but enough that I felt cornered. Like you’d timed it. Waited until I couldn’t back up without hitting the wall.

You looked me up and down once, slow and deliberate, your tongue pressing quietly against the inside of your cheek as if tasting something she liked.

“You’re here late.”

My heart skipped.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

You smiled but it wasn’t friendly.

It was knowing.

“Hm. I can see that.”

I swallowed hard, unsure why my knees felt weak. You stepped just slightly to the side, giving me room to pass… but your hand brushed my waist as I slipped by.

Barely a touch. But intentional.

My breath hitched so loudly I prayed you didn’t hear it.

I didn’t look back as I walked towards the locker rooms but I didn’t need to.

I could feel your presence behind me.

Like a hunter who already knew the my ending.

And god help me… every step made my skin burn hotter.

I paused near the stretching mats, pretending to adjust my shoes, but I could feel your presence like a weight pressing in the room, soft but impossible to ignore.

A faint scrape of your sneaker against the floor made my head snap toward the sound. You hadn’t made a sound before. Now, it was there deliberate, a reminder that your circling, without me even noticing.

I made my way to the locker room it smelled faintly of bleach and sweat. I dropped my towel onto the bench and started to change into clothes to walk home in.

A tap of a finger nails on the metal locker made me freeze. I looked up.

And then… you giggled.

A quiet, teasing sound that made my stomach flutter.

Your gaze flicked down for a brief moment, and I realized why. My thong tiny strawberries patterned across the fabric, just visible above the waistband of my leggings.

You tilted your head, smile tugging wider. One of your fingers brushed along the edge of locker, then you reached out, lightly catching the waistband of my leggings, tugging just enough to draw attention.

“Strawberries?” you giggled, voice low, teasing. “Cute choice. You’re adorable.”

Heat crept into my chest. I froze, letting your touch linger for just a moment before I shifted slightly. Your eyes followed every movement, smirk tugging at your lips, quiet and deliberate.

Then you leaned just a fraction closer, brushing your fingers again over the waistband. “Mind if I… see them again?”

I took a cautious step toward the door, but you moved first. Blocking my path with just your presence. My chest tightened instantly.

“Not so fast” you whispered, voice low dark eyes holding mine. “I want to see them again.”

Before I could respond, your fingers slipped under the waistband of my leggings, tugging lightly. My stomach flipped at the contact gentle, teasing, but impossibly commanding.

“Just like this” leaning closer, letting your presence pressing in without touching otherwise. One hand slid around to the side, gripping the waistband firmly, and with a slow, deliberate motion, you pulled my leggings down to my mid-thigh.

I froze, heart hammering, cheeks burning. You let the fabric slip just enough to expose my thong completely, tilting your head with a small, amused smirk. Your fingers brushed over the thin fabric, teasing it lightly, tracing the strawberries along the edge.

Your eyes flicked lower for a fraction of a second, a sharp spark of amusement lighting them. “Well, well…” you said, voice teasing, deliberate. Your fingers lingered just above my thighs, tracing lightly, teasing the fabric against my skin. “What’s this?”

Heat rushed through me as you noticed the subtle bulge beneath my panties, your smirk widening at the revelation. A soft, quiet laugh escaped your mouth.

“You’re full of surprises” you said, brushing your fingers again over my panties, teasing, deliberate. You held my gaze the entire time, letting me know you're in control, letting the tension wrap tightly around us, slow and impossible to ignore.

“Show me” you demanded, soft, teasing, fingers brushing along the edge of the fabric, letting the thong stretch slightly beneath your touch, confirming you was fully aware of every detail.

Before I could even react, you stepped closer, pressing me gently but firmly against the cool concrete wall behind me. My heart jumped at the sudden, deliberate contact. Your hand moved up to rest lightly on my neck, holding me in place, steady and commanding.

Your dark eyes locked on mine, smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “Look at me” you commanded, voice low and certain, and I obeyed, caught instantly in the pull of your gaze.

Your smirk widened, approving, predatory. “Good,” you whispered, lingering closer, letting the heat of your presence press into me. One finger trailed lightly over the waistband of my thong, teasing just enough to make me shiver. “You want this, don’t you?”

Your hand on my neck shifted gently, thumb brushing against my skin, guiding me slightly without force.

“Yes,” I whispered, voice barely audible.

Your fingers lingered at the edge of my thong a moment longer, tracing lightly, teasing. Then, with deliberate care, you hooked your thumb under the waistband and slowly, impossibly slowly, eased it down my hips.

When it reached my upper thighs, you let your hand press firmly against one cheek, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. “Mmm,” you murmured, voice low and teasing, a smirk tugging at your lips. “You’re… so wet for me, aren’t you?” your thumb brushed against the slickness lightly, letting me feel your awareness, your control.

Panic overtook the heat, my body shaking as I scrambled to pull my thong back up and tug my leggings into place. My chest heaved as I bolted toward the exit, leaving your fingers and teasing smirk behind.

Even as I ran, my mind burned with the memory of your touch.

The cold night air hit me like a shock as I burst out of the gym doors. My chest heaved, pulse still hammering, breath sharp and uneven.

The park loomed ahead, a patch of shadowed trees and empty benches I had to cross before reaching the familiar streets of home.

I forced myself to focus on the path, counting each step, willing the tight coil of heat in my chest to fade.

The park stretched out before me, darker than the streets, the rustle of leaves carried on a slight breeze. Each sound made me jump, even though I knew I was alone. Almost home. Almost safe.

I told myself the walk was just a routine, that nothing could touch me here. But my heartbeat betrayed me, impossibly aware of the night around me.

My feet barely touched the damp grass as i hurried through the park, chest still hammering, breaths sharp and uneven. The darkness pressed in from all sides, shadows pooling between the sparse lampposts.

Suddenly, a strong weight hit me between my shoulder blades knocking me to the ground, a heavy weight landed on my thighs, pressing me harder into the ground.

A hand pressed gently but firmly against the back of my neck, holding me in place. Another rested on my hip, anchoring me with an almost cruel precision.

A sharp bite traced the back of my neck, careful, intentional, sending a shiver racing through my spine. A soft, low laugh followed, warm and teasing. “Hello” you whispered into my ear, husky, amused. “Thought you’d get away?”

Your lips pressed again to the bitten spot, soft after the sting, brushing along my ear, making me gasp. “You’re all mine”

Your hand drifted lower, grazing along my waistband, teasing the edge of my panties, just enough to make me gasp again. Every touch, every weight of presence, was carefully measured dominance, commanding, powerful.

My pulse thundered in my ears as fingers pressed gently but possessively against my hips, holding me in place, guiding me subtly, a low chuckle vibrating near my ear. “So obedient… just like I knew you’d be” you whispered.

Your hand trailed roughly along my side, sharp fingernails digging into my skin. “Relax” the voice purred. “Just for me… let me hold you.”

i tried to push, to wriggle free. My chest heaved with the effort, but my muscles refused to obey. The exhaustion from the gym was a cruel ally every struggle was sluggish, every push weak. Within seconds, my arms were limp, flopping to the ground as if my body had surrendered before my mind did.

Above me you didn’t ease your hold. Instead, you leaned into the weight, pressing me fully against the cool grass, asserting control in every inch of my body. One knee pinned my thighs firmly apart, making resistance impossible. Your hand gripped the side of my neck, holding me steady with deliberate force, thumb pushing against my pulse.

A low chuckle vibrated through the air. “Trying to fight me?” you laughed, voice dark and amused. “Your little struggles… so futile, so perfect.” you leaned closer, letting your body press into mine, not harshly, but with undeniable dominance every movement intentional, every ounce of weight commanding obedience.

Your fingers drifted down to my waistband, tugging sharply yet controlled, enough to make me gasp. The fabric of the leggings and thong slipped down to my knees in a single, precise motion. My skin flushed from the cold, the exposure, and the raw, forceful attention pressed into me.

Your lips brushed along the side of my neck, teeth meeting my pulse.

“Look at you… so weak, so exposed.” you whispered, voice low, teasing, and commanding all at once. Your hand slid to cup the side of my thigh, pressing possessively, teasing me, letting me feel the full weight of powerless.

My breath hitched, body trembling under the pressure. I tried once more to move, to escape, but every effort fizzled, my limbs too drained to act. You chuckled again, dark and satisfied, letting the your dominance roll over me like an unstoppable tide.

Your fingers brushed against the edge of my jaw, tracing lightly, deliberately, making me shiver against the cold grass. “See?” you whispered, pressing your body firmly closer. “Even when you think you can fight…”

A soft, teasing murmur followed. “Look at you… so helpless, so… yummy.” your lips brushed along my jawline, teeth lightly nipping as you whispered against my skin, making me arch reflexively, helpless.

Your free hand slid between my thighs, pressing teasingly against the sensitive skin beneath. The touch was deliberate, measured, asserting control with each slow, teasing movement. My hips twitched, but my legs were powerless beneath the weight above me, pinned firmly, unable to move.

“Mmm… all of this” you murmured, voice low, dark, brushing against me ear, “just for me. So cute...” Fingers pressed with calculated teasing, exploring lightly, drawing quiet gasps from my mouth, betrayed.

Your thumb brushed along my pulse, a constant reminder of the dominance pressing into me. Your lips moved from the jaw to the side of my throat, teeth grazing roughly before pressing soft, deliberate kisses that made me arch more.

Your weight shifted suddenly, your body rising just enough to sit up straighter, one hand slamming firmly into my chest to keep me pinned flat against the chilled grass. The pressure dug into my sternum, forcing the air from my lungs in a sharp gasp, my ribs compressing under the unyielding palm. My heart pounded wildly beneath that hand, each beat a frantic drum against the invading force, my skin shivered from the cold night air that rushed in where the woman's warmth had been.

With deliberate slowness, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of your own leggings, tugging them down over your hips in a fluid motion. The fabric whispered against your skin as it slid to your knees, bunching there, exposing the smooth curve of your thighs and the dark shadow between them. Your free hand dipped lower, fingers snagging the edge of your panties and yanking them roughly to the side.

The material stretched, revealing your glistening pussy, slick and swollen from the thrill of hunting your prey. The scent of your arousal hung heavy in the air, mixing with the earthy dampness of the grass and the faint metallic tang of my fear induced sweat.

My eyes widened, my breath catching in my throat as i stared up at the exposed flesh hovering above me. A surge of heat flooded my core despite the exhaustion weighing me down, my own body betraying me with a fresh wave of trembling. Oh god, what is she doing? I can't... my mind raced, thoughts fracturing under the onslaught of sensations the cold grass biting into my back, the hand crushing my chest, the raw vulnerability of my own lower half still exposed, leggings tangled uselessly around your knees.

Instinct kicked in, weak but desperate.

I tried pushing up with my arms behind me, trying to sit, to twist away from the looming threat. My abs clenched feebly, lifting me just an inch before your hand bore down harder, nails digging into the soft flesh over my breast.

The slap came swift and stinging a sharp crack across my cheek that snapped my head to the side. Pain bloomed hot and immediate, my skin tingling as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. The force shoved me back down, my skull thudding lightly against the ground, stars dancing in my vision.

"No" you growled, your voice a low rumble laced with amusement and authority. "Stay down, little one. Where you belong under me, helpless and powerless." You leaned forward again, your exposed lips brushing against my pelvis.

Your grip tightened on my jaw, forcing me to meet those dark, hungry eyes. “Look at you” you commanded, your voice thick with arousal. “Trembling under me like a scared little thing.” your free hand trailed down my stomach.

I gasped as soon as your fingers brushed the base of my gock, already half-hard despite the fear twisting in my gut. Your touch was deliberate, possessive stroking my length with slow, teasing pressure. “Fuck” you breathed, your thumb swiping over my wet head. “You’re dripping for me already.”

“No..” i choked out, but the protest died as you leaned down, your breath hot against my ear. “You don’t get to say no.”

You then lifted yourself just enough to guide my gock toward your own wet pussy. The first press was deliberate, agonizing my tip catching against swollen folds, smearing precum against the your clit.

“Fuck” you groaned, sinking down inch by inch, your walls clenching tight around my shaft. “That’s it take it. Feel how fucking wet you make me.”

My back arched, a broken moan tearing from my throat as you seated yourself fully, hips grinding in slow, filthy circles. The stretch was unbearable, the heat unbearable every drag of my gock inside that tight, dripping pussy sending sparks up my spine.

Your nails dug into my pelvis, your voice a dark, satisfied purr.

You rolled your hips with slow, deliberate precision, each downward grind forcing my gock deeper into your messy heat. Your inner walls pulsing around my shaft, clenching rhythmically as you let out a low, satisfied groan.

“Fuck, you feel good” you hissed, your fingers tightening on my pelvis, nails digging into the soft flesh. “All that trembling, all those pretty little whimpers and now you’re buried inside me.”

A moan escaped my mouth, Every shift sent jolts of pleasure up my spine, my gock throbbing as your heat milked me mercilessly.

You leaned forward, your breasts pressing against my own as you dragged your tongue along my jawline tasting your prey. “You like that?” you asked, your breath hot against my ear. “My tight little pussy squeezing your girldick like it’s mine?”

I whimpered, my fingers scrabbling at the grass, my hips jerking weakly but you pinned me down, controlling every thrust.

“Uh-uh” you chided, grinding down harder, your clit rubbing against the base of my gock with every roll of your hips. “You don’t get to fuck me. I fuck you.”

You lifted yourself slightly, letting my gock slide almost all the way out before slamming back down, taking me to the hilt in one sharp, brutal stroke. I cried out, my back arching off the ground, my gock twitching inside your dripping cunt.

“That’s it” you purred, your voice thick with pleasure.

You set a relentless pace, riding me with slow, deep strokes, your walls fluttering around my shaft as you worked yourself closer to the edge. Your fingers dug into my shoulders, your breath coming in ragged pants as you ground your clit against my pelvis with every downward thrust.

“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?” you taunted, your lips brushing my ear. “Gonna spill inside me like a good little slut?”

My thighs trembled, my sensitive gock pulsing as the pressure built too much, too fast. Your pussy was so hot, so tight, your rhythm maddeningly slow, dragging out every sensation until i was gasping, my nails raking through the dirt.

You just smirked, your hips rolling, milking my gock with every movement. “Yeah, I can feel you getting harder,” you teased. “You’re close.”

You reached between them, your fingers finding your own clit, rubbing quick, tight circles as you fucked yourself on my gock.

“Fuck.. fuckkk” you moaned, your thighs shaking as her orgasm coiled tight. “Gonna come all over your pretty little dick.”

“Cum for me” you demanded, your voice rough with need. “Now.”

I shattered, my gock jerking as she spilled inside your clenching pussy, my moans muffled against your shoulder.

You followed with a sharp cry, your body shuddering as you ground down hard, milking every last drop from my gock as your own climax ripped through you.

You collapsed forward, your breath hot against my neck, your fingers tangled in my hair.

“Good girl”

I never thought my two worlds would collide like this.

Her name was J. We met in first-year university, and for three years she was my everything. Study partner, late night coffee runs, the girl I told all my secrets to. I was stupidly, painfully in love with her. She knew it too, I confessed to her I couldn't lie. She’d smile at me with that soft, knowing little smirk, touch my arm when we laughed, let me fall asleep on her shoulder during all night study sessions. Then she broke my heart. Slowly at first, then all at once. She started dating other people openly, distanced herself, and eventually betrayed me by sharing some of my most private confessions with mutual friends. The humiliation was crushing. I hated her after that. Or at least I told myself I did.

Years later I met Allie.

Allie was fire. Dominant, possessive, mean in the most addictive way. She knew exactly how to put me in my place, how to keep me desperate and hooked. She was also completely open about seeing other people. I was always allowed to know, but never allowed to complain. That was our dynamic.

So when Allie casually mentioned she’d been seeing a girl named “J” for a while, I just hummed. When she showed me a picture one Sunday morning, my stomach dropped so hard I felt dizzy.

It was her. Same long dark purple hair, same sharp cheekbones, same mischievous smile that once made me weak, those eyes I spent years staring into. The girl who broke me was now regularly fucking my girlfriend.

I was furious. Jealous. And God help me painfully turned on.

Allie never brought J to our place. She always went to J’s. But over the next few months it got worse. Allie started asking me to drop her off. Then she started making me pick her up afterwards. She was always so slow coming out of J's place. Hair messy, thighs still shaky, lipstick smudged, smelling like sex and J’s perfume the same one she'd wore in university. She’d climb into the passenger seat with that satisfied smirk and make me drive her home while she told me in graphic detail how many times J had made her cum.

They’d been hooking up for almost two years by the time it finally happened.

One Friday night Allie cornered me, grabbing me by my chin, then said "J is coming over tonight. You can’t be here. Go out somewhere. She’s leaving at 10, so come back at 11."

I spent the evening drinking too much, trying to drown the storm of emotions in my chest. By the time I stumbled home at 11:30 I was drunk, horny, and stupid.

The apartment wasn’t empty.

The lights were low. From the bedroom I could hear moaning Allie’s moaning. That desperate, broken sound she only made when she was getting properly used. My heart hammered as I pushed the door open.

Allie was tied face down on the bed, wrists cuffed to the headboard, a thick pillow under her hips so her ass was raised high. Her back was arched, legs spread. Red welts and handprints already bloomed across her perfect ass.

J turned around slowly, completely naked except for the thick black strap-on glistening with Allie’s juices. That same smile I used to dream about spread across her face soft, knowing, and cruel, the same one I had fallen for.

“Well, well,” J said sweetly. “Look who finally showed up.” Almost like she wanted me to see.

Allie whimpered into the sheets but didn’t lift her head. She was too far gone.

J stepped closer, the strap-on bobbing obscenely. She looked me up and down like I was something amusing.

“I’m not done with your Allie yet,” she said calmly. “Go wait in the living room like a good girl. You can listen if you want.”

I stood there frozen for a second too long. J’s smile sharpened.

“Now, bestie!”

I backed out and she closed the door in my face.

For the next two and a half hours I sat in the dark living room, drunk and aching, listening to everything.

The sharp crack of a cane. Allie’s muffled scream.

“Fuck J please”

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

“You take it so well for me, baby,” J’s voice carried through the door, low and sweet. “Much better than your little cuck ever could. Does she even know how to properly wreck this pretty cunt?”

The wet, filthy sounds of the strap-on slamming into Allie. The bed slamming against the wall. Allie sobbing and moaning in that broken, blissful way that made my panties painfully wet.

J was relentless.

“You’re mine tonight, Allie. Say it.”

“I’m yours, fuck, I’m yours J!”

“Louder. Let your pathetic partner hear who actually owns this pussy.”

Allie practically screamed it.

The dirty talk got filthier as the night went on.

“You love getting fucked while she sits out there like a denied little bitch, don’t you?”

“Yes, God yes”

“Bet shes so wet right now listening to me ruin you. Too bad she doesn’t get to touch you tonight.”

The cane came back. Allie’s cries. Then the unmistakable sound of J making Allie cum again loud, shaking, almost sobbing.

I lost count of how many times she made Allie orgasm. I sat there leaking into my underwear, drunk and heartbroken and so fucking turned on I thought I might lose my mind.

At almost 2am the bedroom door finally opened.

J stood there fully dressed, hair slightly messy, looking satisfied.

J looked at me with that old familiar smile.

“She’s done,” J said softly. “I fucked her stupid. You won’t be getting any tonight.”

She walked over to me, close enough that I could smell Allie’s pussy on her fingers and the faint scent of her perfume. The same one she used to wear in university.

J leaned in and whispered:

“I left you a little gift on the pillow. For old times’ sake. For carrying me through all those late-night study sessions.”

She kissed my cheek gently almost tenderly then walked out.

I waited until I heard the front door close before I went into the bedroom.

Allie was completely passed out, breathing slow and heavy, covered in marks and bites and drying cum. She looked ruined in the most beautiful way. I knew I wasn’t going to get to touch her tonight.

On the pillow next to her head was J’s gift.

A pair of her worn, dirty black lace panties. Still warm. The crotch was soaked a heavy mix of J’s arousal and Allie’s cum.

I picked them up with shaking hands. The scent hit me like a freight train that familiar, intoxicating smell I used to dream about for years. Musky, sweet, slightly tangy. The girl I once loved. The girl who broke me. The girl who had just spent hours destroying my girlfriend.

I couldn’t help myself.

I crawled into bed beside Allie’s unconscious body, pressed J’s dirty panties to my face, and inhaled deeply. The combination of shame, heartbreak, jealousy, and overwhelming arousal hit me all at once.

With my face buried in the panties of the girl who used to own my heart, while my current girlfriend lay marked and fucked out beside me, I finally broke. I orgasmed without even touching myself, just from the overwhelming emotions, shaking and whimpering into the lace like the pathetic cuck I’d become.

And for the first time in years, wrapped in that familiar scent, I felt something dangerously close to her safety.

Allie let out a low, mocking laugh as she continued slowly grinding her soaked, sweaty pussy against my face. The Glock stayed pressed firmly to my temple while my tongue worked desperately between her folds, licking up every drop of her arousal and sweat.

She looked straight at the furious blonde with a wicked, predatory grin.

“Aww, don’t look so angry, sweetheart,” Allie taunted, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “You followed us all the way out here after bitching to your boyfriend like a spoiled little brat. Clearly you’re not quite ready to let me go yet.”

She rolled her hips in a slow, filthy circle, smothering my mouth and nose with her wet cunt as she spoke.

“Tell me something,” Allie continued, eyes sparkling with cruel amusement. “Do you want to come home with us tonight? Hmm?”

The blonde’s eyes widened in disbelief, but Allie didn’t let her answer right away.

“I could take you both home,” she purred, still grinding lazily on my tongue. “You could be the show for my little slut here, my pathetic little slut on her knees exactly in her rightful place watching me break a uptight bitch. Shes already broken in, obedient, disperate to please. Id love to break you, making you beg me for more”

Allie yanked my hair harder, forcing my tongue deeper inside her while she kept talking to the blonde.

“Would you like that, darling? Want to come back to mine and get broke in with my worthless cuck watching me claim your body. I’ll choke you, slap your pretty face until it’s bruised, fuck your mouth with my cunt while you beg me for more and she'll just sit there like a good girl showing me how well she's been trained.”

She moaned softly as I sucked on her clit, then continued teasing the blonde mercilessly.

“Or maybe I’ll let her join in. I could put you on your knees right next to her. Turn you both into my denied little sluts for the night. Would you like that? Two pretty girls on their knees, competing to see who can lick my ass and pussy better while I call you both pathetic?”

The blonde stood frozen, her face flushed red a mix of shock, anger, and something else she clearly didn’t want to admit.

Allie laughed again, low and mean.

“Look at you getting all quiet now. A minute ago you were screaming at me, and now you’re just standing there with your thighs pressed together. Be honest, love. Do you want to come home with us so I can treat you like the desperate little slut that’s currently on her knees worshipping my cunt?”

She pressed the gun harder against my temple and ground her pussy aggressively against my mouth, making wet, obscene sounds echo in the alley.

“Answer me, blondie,” Allie demanded, voice sharp and commanding. “Do you want to be taken home and used like this pathetic whore? Or are you just going to keep standing there pretending you’re not getting wet watching me humiliate her?”

Allie looked down at me with dark, satisfied eyes.

“Don’t you dare stop licking, you worthless cunt. Keep that tongue deep inside me while our new friend decides if she wants to join your pathetic little club.”

P4?

The alley behind the club was dark and narrow, the distant bass still faintly rumbling through the brick walls. We stood facing each other in the shadows. My cheek still burned hot and stinging from the hard slap Alli had given me inside.

She already had her Glock pressed firmly against my temple, the cold metal steady in her hand. Her other hand still wrapped tightly around my throat, squeezing hard enough to make my breath hitch.

I looked down at her, trembling, my voice shaky and desperate as I begged.

“Please, Allie… please use me,” I pleaded. “Don’t go back inside to them. Don’t fuck that girl or let that guy touch you anymore. Use me instead. Hurt me. Choke me harder. Slap me. Bruise me. Do whatever you want to me. I’m your pathetic little cuck. I’ll do anything you say. Just please… use my body tonight. I need you to take all your aggression out on me.”

Allie’s eyes narrowed with wicked satisfaction as she listened to me beg. The cold barrel of her Glock stayed pressed firmly against my temple while her fingers dug deeper into my throat.

“Not fucking good enough,” she snarled.

Without warning, she hit me hard in the stomach with the butt of the gun, dropping me down hard. My knees slammed painfully into the rough concrete of the alley. Allie moved the gun back to my head.

“On your knees where you belong, you pathetic slut,” she growled.

She quickly bunched up the front of her short black skirt with her free hand and hooked a finger into her soaked black thong, yanking it roughly to the side. Her bare, glistening pussy was right in front of my face swollen, wet, and still smelling strongly of sweat from all the dancing.

“Get your tongue in there. Now,” she ordered.

I leaned forward immediately and pressed my mouth against her cunt. The taste was intense thick, salty sweat mixed with her rich, musky arousal. I licked broad, desperate strokes from her entrance up to her clit, then pushed my tongue inside her, lapping greedily. Allie groaned above me and started grinding her hips forward, fucking my face while keeping the Glock steadily pressed to my temple.

“That’s it, my disgusting little cuck,” she moaned, voice thick with pleasure. “Lick up every drop of my sweaty pussy. This is all you get tonight cleaning up the mess I made while teasing other people.”

I moaned into her, tongue working frantically, my face quickly becoming soaked with her juices. The gun never moved from my head as she used my mouth aggressively, rolling her hips and smearing her wetness all over my lips and nose.

We were both lost in the moment when a sharp, horrified squeal suddenly cut through the alley.

“Oh my God — what the fuck?!”

Allie didn’t stop grinding on my face. She just laughed cruelly and glanced toward the entrance of the alley, the Glock still pressed firmly to my temple.

The pretty blonde girl from the dance floor was standing there, eyes wide with shock. The blonde’s mouth hung open as she stared at the scene Allie with her skirt hiked up, my face buried deep between her legs, and a gun pressed to my head.

“You!” the blonde shouted, voice shaking with anger. “You were just kissing me five minutes ago! And now you’re out here forcing some girl to eat your pussy at gunpoint?! What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!”

Allie smirked, still slowly rolling her hips so my tongue stayed buried inside her dripping cunt. She kept the gun steady against my temple as she answered.

“Aww, did you get jealous when I left you hanging, love?” Allie taunted. “We both know you followed us out here after bitching to your boyfriend like a whiny little bitch. Couldn’t handle being ditched mid-kiss, could you?”

The blonde’s face flushed red with fury. “You’re a fucking psycho! I came out here pissed off because you were all over me and then just walked away like I was nothing. And now I find you doing this?!”

Allie laughed again, louder this time, and pressed my face harder into her pussy with her free hand while keeping the gun to my head.

“Keep licking, you worthless bitch,” she ordered me coldly, then looked back at the blonde. “This pathetic slut lives for this shit. Don’t you, bitch?” She gave my hair a sharp yank. “Tell her how much you love licking the sweaty cunt I got all worked up for other people.”

The blonde stood there fuming, arms crossed. Allie continued grinding slowly against my tongue, clearly getting off on both the pleasure and the added humiliation of having an audience.

P3?

The club was a dark, throbbing mess of heat, noise, and bodies. Strobe lights cut through the thick haze of smoke and sweat, while heavy bass pounded relentlessly through the floor and into my bones. The air smelled of alcohol, perfume, and pure lust. I stood exactly where Alli had ordered me to wait off to the side of the main dance floor, half-hidden near the end of the bar, feeling small and exposed in my tight black dress and heels.

My eyes never left her.

Alli was the center of attention, burning with that raw, uncontrollable fire she carried everywhere. She had inserted herself right between a good looking couple a pretty blonde girl in a tight silver dress and her tall, muscular boyfriend. Alli danced like she owned them both.

She faced the blonde, their bodies pressed flush together, hips rolling in slow, filthy rhythm. Alli’s hands roamed possessively over the girl’s waist and arse, pulling her closer so their thighs slotted together. She leaned in and whispered something filthy into the blonde’s ear that made the girl bite her lip and laugh breathlessly. Then Alli ground her thigh harder between the girl’s legs, clearly enjoying the way the blonde gasped and clung to her.

At the same time, Alli arched her back and pushed her thick, ass backward into the guy behind her. Her short black skirt had ridden up high, barely covering anything anymore. The thin black thong disappeared between her full, round cheeks as she rolled her hips in deliberate, teasing circles, pressing her sweaty ass firmly against the front of his trousers. The guy had his hands on her hips, clearly rock hard and desperate, but Alli barely acknowledged him. Her real focus stayed on the pretty blonde in front of her kissing her neck, biting her earlobe, grinding against her like they were the only two people in the club.

Sweat poured down Alli’s body. Her tight red crop top was completely drenched, plastered to her curves so tightly that her hard nipples were clearly visible. Beads of sweat ran down her neck, between her tits, and over the hard lines of her stomach. Every aggressive movement made her thick ass jiggle and flex against the guy behind her while she devoured the girl in front with hungry, dominant energy.

She kept looking over at me.

Every few seconds her eyes would find mine through the flashing lights, that cruel, arrogant smirk curling her lips. She knew I was standing there like an obedient little cuck, watching her get hot and sweaty, watching her flirt and grind and kiss another girl while some random bloke got to feel how fat and perfect her ass was. She loved humiliating me like this. It turned her on.

The song switched to something even dirtier, slower and more sexual. Alli’s dancing became more aggressive. She grabbed the blonde’s face with both hands and pulled her into a deep, messy kiss tongues visibly sliding against each other as they made out shamelessly in the middle of the dance floor. At the same time, she pressed her ass back harder against the guy, rolling it slow and deliberate, giving him just enough friction to keep him hooked while she ignored him completely.

Sweat was dripping off Alli’s chin. Her skin glowed. She looked feral, dominant, and completely in control.

Then, without any warning, she broke the kiss.

Alli shoved the blonde away firmly, ignored the guy entirely, and turned straight toward me with pure predatory hunger in her eyes. That hot headed temper mixed with raw lust was written all over her flushed, sweaty face.

She stormed across the floor and the slap came hard and sudden.

Her palm cracked violently across my cheek with brutal force. The sound was sharp. My head snapped to the side, the burning pain exploding across my face instantly. Tears sprang to my eyes as the sting radiated deep into my skin.

"You pathetic fucking cuck!" Alli snarled loudly in her thick British accent, not caring who heard. "Standing there like a sad, leaking little slut, getting wet in your knickers while I’m sandwiched between two people kissing a pretty girl and letting some bloke rub his cock all over my fat ass? You’re fucking embarrassing, you worthless dripping bitch."

Her strong fingers instantly twisted viciously into my hair at the roots, yanking my head back hard. The pain in my scalp was sharp and immediate as she started dragging me through the crowd toward the exit.

"Move your worthless fucking ass!" she barked, voice sharp and commanding. "Don’t you dare slow me down, you stupid fucking bitch!"

I stumbled after her in my heels, cheek throbbing hot and red, scalp screaming. People stared, but Alli didn’t give a single fuck. She pulled me out of the club into the cool night air, then dragged me down a dark, narrow side alley behind the building until we reached a hidden, shadowed spot tucked away from the streetlights and any eyes.

The second we were alone, she slammed me back against the rough brick wall with enough force to knock the breath out of me. Her sweaty, heated body pinned me there aggressively. Her hand shot up and wrapped tightly around my throat, squeezing hard enough to cut off most of my air instantly. Her eyes bored into mine, wild and full of aggressive dominance.

"Look at you," she growled, British accent thick with contempt and lust. "Already shaking like the pathetic little whore you are. You loved watching me between them, didn’t you? Watching me tongue that pretty girl while I let that bloke grind against my sweaty ass. Bet your useless cunt is absolutely soaking right now, you disgusting little cuck."

Her free hand pulled her Glock from her bag. The cold metal pressed hard into my pelvis, grinding roughly right above my clit through my dress.

Alli slowly traced the gun upward with deliberate menace over my stomach, between my breasts, along my collarbone until the cold barrel rested firmly against my temple.

She leaned in close, her hot, sweaty skin pressing against mine, breath hot and aggressive against my ear.

"Tell me, you worthless fucking cuck," she hissed viciously. "Should I go back inside and fuck both of them while you wait outside like a denied little bitch? Or are you going to beg me properly, like the pathetic slut you are to take all this built-up aggression out on your worthless body instead?"

Her fingers tightened brutally around my throat. The Glock stayed pressed to my temple. Her eyes burned into mine, daring me, clearly loving every second of my fear, pain, and humiliation.

P2?