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She let herself get lost in the music. Let the whiskey blur the sharp edges of her mind. Let her body take over--hips rolling to the bassline, the slit in her dress parting effortlessly as she danced, revealing caramel thighs and the flash of her tiger ink.
Men noticed. They always did.
Their drinks hung forgotten in their hands. Their eyes followed the sway of her hips like they were being pulled by gravity. One reached for her waist. Another leaned in too close, whispering something she didn't even try to hear.
But none of them were him.
And the longer she stayed, the more that fact pressed in from every side. The alcohol in her bloodstream tangled with the edible she'd popped in the car--half a gummy Bao handed her with a grin and no warning.
In the throes of the crowded party, her senses began to overwhelm her. The alcohol coursing through her veins mixed with the edible she had taken earlier, a gift from Bao, who had handed her the half a gummy with a mischievous grin. Initially, it had just warmed her, taking the edge off. But now, her nerves were on fire, her skin hyper-sensitive, and her balance was faltering.
She felt a trickle of sweat down the back of her neck. Her dress, once comfortable, now clung too tightly, the silk sticking to her skin, her nipples hard and painfully obvious. She crossed her arms to cover them, but then uncrossed them, frustrated at herself for trying to hide.
This wasn't her. She didn't lose control in public. She didn't flash too much skin just because a man didn't show. But her body had other plans.
Suddenly, she felt hands on her, pulling her close. A stranger's lips met hers, and she found herself making out with him, his hand pacing on her pussy over her dress. She ground against it, her body responding despite her mind's protests. Her thighs rubbed together as she walked, her stomach fluttered every time a man's hand came too close.
Someone handed her another shot, and she took it, then another, and another. She was showing off now, her tits on display, her dress hiked up. A man pulled her onto the dance floor, then guided her down, having her squat on his face. She could feel his tongue, his hands gripping her ass. It was overwhelming, too much, but she couldn't stop.
When she glanced toward the door and didn't see Reese, her heart sank lower than she'd expected it to. She needed to leave. Not in five minutes. Not after one more drink. But her body was no longer her own, and she was lost in the sensation.
This wasn't her.
She didn't lose her head in public.
She didn't flash too much skin just because a man didn't show.
But her body didn't care.
It had already turned on her. Her thighs rubbed too slow when she walked. Her stomach fluttered every time a man's hand came too close. And when she glanced toward the door and didn't see Reese?
Her heart sank lower than she'd expected it to.
She needed to leave. Not in five minutes. Not after one more drink.
The moment Reese didn't show, Lena's body became a weapon--a wrecking ball of need, swinging wildly, crashing into anything that could quench the fire in her chest. She wasn't thinking anymore. She was a walking, breathing, dripping *problem,* and she wanted someone--everyone--to help her solve it. Her dress clung to her like a second skin, the fabric soaked with sweat and the anticipation of what was coming. Her hips swayed with purpose as she walked toward the bathroom, her heels clicking like a countdown to chaos. She didn't look back, but she could feel them watching--Tanner and Colby, the grease-stained mechanics from the bar, their hungry eyes locked on her ass like they were already imagining it bouncing on their cocks.
The bathroom door closed behind her, but it didn't stay closed for long. Lena leaned into the mirror, her breath fogging the glass, her fingers teasing the hem of her dress higher until her tiger tattoo stared back at her--eyes sharp, lips parted, ready to pounce. She was already wet, her panties soaked through, her nipples hard peaks straining against the lace of her bra. She didn't bother to pull off her heels; she wanted to feel that elevation, that tilt of her hips that made her pussy even more accessible. The door creaked open again, and Tanner stepped in, followed by Colby. They didn't ask. They didn't speak. They just stared at her like she was a goddamn feast.
"You closing that door, or not?" she asked, her voice low, dripping with challenge. Colby hesitated, but Tanner didn't. He stepped forward, his hand hovering at her waist for a second before she grabbed it and shoved it between her thighs. Her pussy was *drenched,* the heat of her arousal seeping into his palm. Tanner groaned, his fingers sliding through her slick folds, tracing her entrance but not pushing in. Not yet.
Colby dropped to his knees behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his face pressed into her ass. His tongue darted out, licking a hot stripe from her clit to her asshole, and Lena let out a broken moan. Tanner's other hand found her breast, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. Her nipple slipped free from her bra, and he pinched it roughly, pulling a whimper from her lips.
"You boys know how to follow orders?" she panted, her voice trembling with need. Tanner's answer was a growl as he shoved two fingers into her pussy, curling them just right to make her cry out. Colby's tongue was relentless, fucking her ass with quick, desperate strokes while his fingers teased her clit. The mirror fogged up as Lena's breath came faster, her body writhing between them.
Tanner pulled his fingers out of her pussy and shoved them into her mouth, making her taste herself. "You want all this?" he grunted, his cock straining against his jeans. Lena licked his fingers clean, her eyes locked on his in the mirror. "I want to see what I look like while you use me."
Colby stood up, his cock springing free from his pants, thick and hard and dripping with precum. He slapped it against her ass, the sound sharp in the small room. Tanner let go of her breast and unzipped his jeans, his cock just as eager as Colby's. They both moved at once--Tanner in front of her, his cock pressing against her lips while Colby lined himself up at her entrance.
"Open up, slut," Tanner growled, and Lena obeyed, letting him shove his cock deep into her throat. Colby didn't wait; he slammed into her pussy in one hard thrust, making her scream around Tanner's dick. Tanner gripped the back of her head, forcing himself deeper until tears streamed down her face. Colby's hands were on her hips, yanking her back onto his cock with every thrust.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by Lena's choked moans and the men's grunts of pleasure. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Tanner pulled out of her mouth long enough to slap one of them, the sharp sting making her whimper. "You love this, don't you?" he sneered, shoving his cock back into her throat. "You're such a filthy slut."
Colby's pace quickened, his cock hammering into her pussy until she was trembling on the edge of orgasm. "Fuck, she's tight," he groaned, his hands digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Tanner pulled out of her mouth and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him as he jerked himself off. "You want my cum on your face or your tits?"
"Both," Lena gasped, her voice wrecked. Tanner groaned and came, thick ropes of cum shooting across her face and tits. Colby wasn't far behind; he pulled out of her pussy and came all over her ass, his cum dripping down her thighs.
But it didn't stop there.
The bathroom door opened again, and more men filed in--friends of Tanner and Colby, strangers from the bar--all drawn by the sounds of Lena's degradation. They took turns with her, fucking every hole she had, slapping her tits and ass until they were red and raw. One guy shoved his cock in her mouth while another fucked her pussy, and a third pressed against her asshole until she screamed in pleasure. Her body was covered in cum--on her face, in her hair, dripping down her tits and ass. She lost count of how many men there were, how many loads she took.
By the time they were done, Lena was a mess--panting, trembling, and utterly destroyed. She slumped to the floor, cum leaking out of every hole. Her throat was raw from screaming, her body sore and swollen from being used so roughly. But she didn't care. She loved every second of it.
The janitor found her hours later, passed out on the bathroom floor with cum drying on her skin. He didn't say a word--just unzipped his pants and came all over her face one last time before leaving her there.
And Lena? She smiled as she drifted off again, satisfied and utterly spent
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