Club Vortex's office was a lair of vice—leather sofas, a mahogany desk, monitors showing the dancefloor's writhing masses. Miguel Alvarez, Zara's ex and the club's owner, sat behind the desk, his gold chains glinting, his smirk oozing arrogance. He held a tablet, the subway video playing, Zara, Kael, and Tina's public fuckfest on loop. "You're sloppy, Zara," he said, his voice slick. "Vito's got this. Pay me, or it's his." His eyes flicked to Kael, then Tina, lingering on her tits, his cock hardening in his slacks.
Zara stood before him, her leather skirt and bralette a battle uniform, her pussy still slick from the train, her snake tattoo pulsing. Kael loomed, his cock a thick outline, his fists clenched, ready to snap Miguel's neck. Tina leaned against the door, her crop top torn, her switchblade twirling, her eyes daring Miguel to move. "You think you're a player?" Zara said, her voice ice, stepping closer, her tits inches from his face. "You're a pawn."
Miguel laughed, but it cracked. "Pay up, or Vito's men gut you," he said, tossing the tablet. Zara caught it, smashing it against the desk, the screen shattering. "Wrong move," she said, nodding to Kael.
Kael grabbed Miguel's throat, slamming him onto the desk, papers flying, his chains snapping. "You're done," Kael growled, ripping Miguel's shirt, exposing his chest, his cock tenting his pants. Zara climbed onto the desk, straddling Miguel's face, her skirt hiked, her pussy bare, dripping cum from the train. "Lick," she ordered, grinding her pussy onto his mouth, her clit throbbing, her juices flooding him.
Miguel struggled, but Kael's grip was iron, his other hand unzipping, his cock springing free, thick and dripping. Tina stripped, her fishnet gone, her pussy soaked, climbing onto the desk, straddling Miguel's chest, her pussy rubbing his skin, her tits bouncing. "Watch," she hissed, grabbing Kael's cock, sucking him deep, her lips stretching, her spit dripping onto Miguel's face.
Zara moaned, her pussy squirting as Miguel's tongue worked, weak but desperate, her clit pulsing, her asshole clenching. She leaned forward, kissing Tina, their tongues tangling, sharing Kael's pre-cum, their tits rubbing. Kael fucked Tina's mouth, his balls tightening, his eyes locked on Miguel's humiliated face, his groans shaking the room.
"Fuck me," Zara demanded, sliding off Miguel, bending over the desk, her pussy and asshole exposed. Kael thrust into her pussy, hard, his cock stretching her, his balls slapping her clit, his thumb sliding into her asshole, making her scream. Tina straddled Miguel again, her pussy smothering him, her juices drowning him, her moans mocking his weakness.
Miguel whimpered, his cock limp, his ego shattered as Zara's pussy squirted, soaking the desk, her orgasm relentless. Kael pulled out, grabbing Tina, thrusting into her pussy, her walls tight "
…tight, her moans shaking the room. Kael's cock slammed into Tina's pussy, his thrusts brutal, his balls slapping her ass, his thumb still buried in Zara's asshole, syncing their pleasure. Zara's pussy spasmed, her juices squirting across the desk, her screams drowning out Miguel's muffled whimpers. Tina's pussy clamped down, her orgasm hitting hard, a hot stream soaking Kael's cock, dripping onto Miguel's chest, his face red with shame, his mouth still trapped under Zara's pussy.
"Pathetic," Zara spat, grinding harder, her clit throbbing, her juices flooding Miguel's face. She leaned back, grabbing Tina's tits, pinching her nipples, pulling her into a messy kiss, their tongues slick with spit and cum. Miguel's tongue faltered, his pride shattered, his cock limp in his torn slacks, a sad stain of failure. Kael's eyes burned, his cock swelling, the sight of Miguel's collapse fueling his rage and lust.
"Beg," Kael growled, pulling out of Tina, his cock dripping, grabbing Miguel's hair, yanking him up. Zara slid off, her pussy leaking, straddling Miguel's lap, her pussy inches from his limp cock, mocking him. "Beg us to stop, you fucking loser," she hissed, slapping his face, her nails leaving red marks.
"Please," Miguel choked, tears streaming, his voice broken. "I'll delete it, I'll call Vito off, just stop—" His words cut off as Tina grabbed his throat, her switchblade glinting, pressing just enough to draw a bead of blood.
"Not good enough," Tina said, her voice venom, tossing the blade aside, grabbing Kael's cock, stroking him, her hand slick with Tina's cum. She pushed Miguel to his knees, his face level with Kael's cock, still glistening with Zara and Tina's juices. "Watch," she snarled, sucking Kael's cock deep, her lips stretching, her moans vibrating, her eyes locked on Miguel's horrified face.
Zara laughed, cruel and sharp, stripping her bralette, her tits bouncing, her pussy dripping onto the floor. She grabbed Miguel's tablet, smashing it again for good measure, then pulled a USB from his desk, snapping it in half. "No more leverage," she said, kneeling beside Tina, their tongues meeting on Kael's cock, licking and sucking, their spit mixing with his pre-cum, their moans a symphony of dominance.
Kael's balls tightened, his cock pulsing, the sight of Zara and Tina overpowering Miguel pushing him to the edge. "Where?" he roared, stroking himself, his cock throbbing, ready to explode.
"On him," Zara and Tina said in unison, their voices a wicked chorus, kneeling beside Miguel, their mouths open, tongues out, their pussies dripping. Kael erupted, hot cum spraying across Miguel's face, Zara's tits, Tina's lips, pulse after pulse, coating them in white. Miguel sobbed, his face dripping, his dignity obliterated, as Zara and Tina licked each other clean, their tongues savoring Kael's cum, their moans a final knife in Miguel's heart.
They stood, leaving Miguel crumpled on the floor, his slacks stained, his empire in ruins. Zara slipped on her skirt, her pussy still throbbing, cum slick on her thighs. Tina grabbed her crop top, her switchblade back in her garter, her grin vicious. Kael zipped up, his cock still half-hard, his blood pumping with victory.
"You breathe a word," Kael said, looming over Miguel, "and I'll bury you." He kicked the desk, shattering a drawer, papers spilling, revealing a photo—Kathryn with Vito, their hands on a briefcase, a deal sealed in blood.
Zara's eyes narrowed, snatching the photo, her mind racing. "Kathryn's deeper than we thought," she said, kissing Kael, then Tina, her lips tasting of cum and revenge. "We're not done."
Tina lit a joint, exhaling smoke, her tits bouncing. "Vito's next," she said, passing it to Zara. "Let's fuck up their world."
They left the club, Miami's neon jungle pulsing, but Miguel's call to Vito was already in motion, his betrayal a spark in a growing fire. Zara's phone buzzed—a new email from Kathryn: You're playing with death. Estate, dawn. No games. The war was escalating, and they were ready to burn it all down.