alltherestisdrag

The click of your helmet's face shield, inaudible chatter behind the closed glass doors, the music getting louder as you approach, the guard asking for your test results and badges once again as if you could've fucked a stranger on the backyard, the click of the doorknob, loud, head cracking metal band, louder screams and moans. Jihyo tried to console herself, as every little sound she heard made her head snap back to another spot; catching something somehow more vulgar than it was ten minutes ago, when she left to catch her breath.

She could smell sex; leather, talcum powder mixed with sweat and a hint of blood. The smoke made her squint, making it even harder to find her friends, lost between bodies stacked over each other like a fucking Jenga tower, or tied up so precisely that they looked like a butterfly about to emerge from it's cocoon.

The moment her eyes locked into her best friend's, who was wrist-deep in the same European right next to the bar as if she wasn't wearing a damn bunny costume; a whip swished right next to her helmet, making her jolt before it met the concrete with the loudest crack she'd heard that night. It was easy to distract her, but she truly wasn't expecting to see a distraction that stole the breath out of her lungs.

A new target, one that would have gotten into her radar if she wasn't so late to the party. Despite Jihyo only being absent for ten minutes, she already seemed to be the center of attention. Two puppy girls kneeling right in front of her seemed to be struggling with the latex panties she had on, failing to hide her erection. When the whip landed on the third girl's ass on the couch though, Jihyo questioned if it was her size or this relentless soul she'd carried behind that cat woman mask.

Her black hair was already sticking all over her face, drenched in sweat thanks to both the humidity of the room and her outfit that seemed like anything but comfortable. A long sleeved bodysuit, covering all the way up to her neck. If it wasn’t for her long, milky white legs completely displayed, Jihyo would've thought she was totally a giver.

She only then thought of looking for her badges, displayed neatly over her right shoulder. A site-specified Hanky code, which was handed to every attendee at the door on some cheaply printed brochure. The stupid brochure, which now sat ruined with cum and sweat tucked in the back of her underwear. She remembered the latex fetish top and wants head but couldn't recognize the third color, and she didn’t feel like it was needed. The first two were too obvious anyway, the number ‘64’ tag on her chest implied that she was still a newbie, so she had absolutely nothing left to be scared of.

She still remembered getting introduced to the scene first by Nayeon, how it felt the moment she sneaked into a private club through a hidden door. How strange it felt seeing and hearing all those people, how she wanted to puke surrounded with all that smoke and the smell of desire. It felt like yesterday. The adrenaline still remained, every time she touched another stranger’s body–knowing that she could even greet them at work and neither would remember each other–it never stopped feeling exhilarating, not even once. Besides, this felt like home now.

And she was thrilled to land herself into this newbie who seemed like nothing but a professional, holding one of the girls on her knees by the chin, pulling the other closer with her whip to make them kiss. She kept watching them as if it was her favorite show, eyes switching between the nasty kiss and the bruised, drunk girl on the couch; completely intoxicated by her own power.

She probably didn't even realize how her whip almost passed by Jihyo like a storm, or wouldn't give a fuck even though she did. And oh, was Jihyo determined to change that. She fixed her bikini top that was shifted thanks to the girl who approached her during her break, but gave up on the straps as they were wrapped around her whole torso. With the leather jacket and pants she had on when she arrived, she for sure looked more like a motorbiker, but right now; stripped out of them the moment she stepped in and got fucked so hard; she looked rather stupid with just her helmet and boots on.

But a stupid looking girl with a tan, beautifully built body and working mouth could do wonders in parties like these. Jihyo loved acting the fool, even. No one had to know she had a whole company running with the tip of her finger, no one had to shake in front of her with respect and fear. She only abused that power if it was needed. And she needed to be the center of someone's attention, now.

Checking the number tags of the puppies, she interrupted the trio by standing right in front of the woman in latex, grabbing both girls on their knees by the collar at the same time. 12 and 13, these dolls loved being thrown around, even more if it was Jihyo who gave them nothing but a good fuck before. It was such a shame she rarely liked sharing her snack, and the baby blue pin on her bra spoke for that on its own. Owner.

“I left for ten minutes and this place already looks like an animal shelter,” She tutted, making both girls stand up as she felt a stranger's grip on her hip, approaching from behind just like she wanted. Lifting up her helmet's shield, she knew the determination in her gaze would reach them both. “Go play over there, let mommy have some fun.”

When they were finally alone, she felt something pressing over her bare ass, and a rope wrapping around her throat to pull her closer. Fuck. She heard the sexiest growl, easy to tell her half-naked body was doing wonders for the tall woman behind her. “So what is mommy doing here, hunting for a prey to ruin? Well, you just sent them away.”

She made her turn back, pulling Jihyo closer, this time by the waist with practiced precision. Their torsos hit together, but the shorter woman's costume still kept an annoying personal space between them. With the tall pleasers the cat woman was wearing and Jihyo's combat boots, the height difference between them stood simply delicious. “Or… oh my, are you a lost kitten in disguise?”

“What do you want me to be?” Jihyo cooed, her voice getting muffled behind her balaclava again. She wasn't in the mood to pick and choose, but the hands already caressing all around her naked body was driving her insane. Do something, Jihyo thought, pouting under the mask. Anything. “I just got my bike stolen on my way here, so I was just wondering if I can find something else to ride.”

Those corny words made the taller woman laugh out loud, head falling back as her red lips parted so wide. Jihyo squirmed in her place, the pride of entertaining this random stranger spreading all over her system. “Oh, you're funny,” She said between the most attractive giggles, voice getting deeper. “Call me Momo, and you?”

“Jihyo,” She blinked her big green eyes, letting Momo pull her to one of the empty couches by the thread of her bikini top, untying some of it at the same time. She didn’t even know why her real name would fall from her lips unlike her number, two, or Gianna, one she'd usually go with. “Don't moan it out loud or I'm going to kill you.”

What a conventional threat. Momo laughed, spitting out: “I'd like to stay alive today. But the torturers are there, behind the bar, if you're into that.” Oh, Jihyo already knew. But the moment she straddled Momo on the leather couch and pressed their bottoms together, her mind would start working poorly, contrasting her words. She didn’t need to join Nayeon in a fisting contest, or get herself choked to cum seven times unlike her earlier match of the day. This was just fine. All she could think about were the dark eyes devouring her own. The mask was doing a terrible job hiding that handsome face, making Jihyo want to rip it off.

Momo's pretty mouth kept talking, and every word reassured the woman sitting on top about how she chose the right target. “If you want someone to bark and purr for you, better find another girl. Don't be fooled by the costume.” She kept pushing and pushing, until they had no room to chicken out and run away later.

Jihyo wanted to answer; shake her head or make Momo count all twelve badges embellished over her bra one by one to show off how she was there for a game. But when the gloved hand pushed her panties to the side, she couldn’t help her head from falling back with a pitched moan. The smooth surface of latex almost slid in, making her gasp for air. “Because right here, you'll only be treated like a slut.” Fuck, holy fuck.

“Don't hold anything back, puss puss,” Jihyo teased, knowing that it would piss off Momo, rolling her hips with the strength she gained from her partner's wide shoulders. “I don't mind letting loose a little as long as you fuck me well.” Neon magenta: switch.

Jihyo felt the latex surface under her stretching, poking her crotch as if it was a toy she was supposed to be riding. She could’ve sworn they seemed a little too demure compared to everyone else around them. In a regular scenario, if she stood up to someone like her, she would be pressed down to the damn floor and get ruined by plenty until her whole makeup was running down her face. But Momo took her time with her, feeling every inch of her body and inhaling her scent like a wild cat.

“Your costume is… interesting,” She said, licking up a long stripe between Jihyo’s breasts. The salty essence on her tongue made her moan, digging in for more. Jihyo let her play with her tits, trying to ease the heat between her legs with her new, growing toy under her. She was getting impatient.

“Should I wear something different next time?” She pouted, her words turning into whimpers when Momo pulled her top to the side and planted her dried lips over one of her nipples. “What are you into, kitten? I have a school uniform– ah– would you like that?” Momo didn't answer, completely focused on giving the same attention to her other breasts, one hand kneading her chest, the other her ass. It was too sensual, something she wasn't expecting from tonight, at all.

Every four to six months, they gathered in a private villa that was reserved for nothing but their wildest fantasies. Nothing was serious, no one had a second to lose. It sometimes felt like a challenge of seeing how much one could take in just six hours. One hundred people, one hundred different bodies you could lose yourself into; but somehow she was lucky enough to find this intense, strong plaything. She couldn’t help but wonder who had brought her here, as you needed an invitation to even attempt stepping in. Probably someone she'd fucked with before, someone threw her around like a– fuck, there was no space left to think.

Eyes closed, losing herself to the strong suction on her breasts, she didn’t realize how Momo pulled her dick out of the uncomfortable costume already. Her eyes snapped wide open when she felt its head on her entrance, barely pushing in because of how thick she was. “Next time, wear nothing,” Momo suddenly said, positioning her cock with her hand as it kept slipping off thanks to Jihyo making a mess over it. “Your scent is infuriating, baby, shit–” She pushed in just a little, making the woman on top dig her trimmed nails on her shoulders. “I want to be able to kiss you next time.”

Jihyo laughed, taking charge, grabbing her cock to finally take it in. It was hard trying to stay nonchalant when she was being stretched so well. “You should be logging into Hinge, then,” a moan interrupted their playful banter. “This is not the best place to look for that, unless they have a red badge on.” Red was the color of love, and Jihyo knew the red badge jar was still filled up to the brim when she returned from her break.

She kept teasing, but it wasn’t because she didn't like what Momo was giving to her. She did not give a fuck, as one of her badges initiated. But the color codes were strict, rules that you must obey and boundaries you should not be crossing for everyone's comfort. Getting kicked out was an ordinary thing, and she didn’t want to lose this gem so early.