A soft, plush massage

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

You and Surge, back in your skimpy black bikinis, stand in front of a couch with two male customers on it. You’re both scowling.

Brooke clears her throat. “Here are the two gentlemen who ordered your asses. They paid for you two specifically, so treat them well, alright?”

Surge opens her mouth tentatively. “Uhh, I’m not really a ‘dick’ kinda girl, if you catch my drift.”

Brooke raises her eyebrows in amusement. “Oh? Then I guess my feminine touch would be a better fit for a gentle flower such as you. But, just between you and me, you’re not the first girl to claim the lesbian defense. Even if you think otherwise, all girls lose to the dick in the end. You’ll be the first girl who rides one of our clients’ dicks and doesn’t feel anything from it, though. …You won’t feel anything, right? Because you’re a lesbian?”

Surge huffs. “Fucking bitch.”

Brooke laughs and walks off, leaving her two strippers to their work.

The two of you repeat your provocative dances from earlier, twirling your hips and shaking your chests. You occasionally lean forward, giving your client an eyeful of your best and most important assets. Surge turns around and bends over to make her ass stick out, then slides it back and forth over her client’s thighs. While you’re acting from your past experience as a stripper, you get the impression Surge is mostly mimicking what she’s seen other girls do in the past. Perhaps what she’s ordered other girls to do in the past. Either way, it seems you’re both very knowledgeable about how to act like sluts, which is somehow even more demoralizing than if you were both fumbling around innocently. You continue your dance for a few minutes, but you soon find the men’s pants on the floor, clearly signaling that they want more. Ugh… you never thought you’d miss dancing on stage.

“Let’s see you wrap those big ol’ titties around my cock,” your customer tactfully requests. With a sigh, you comply. You get on your knees, lift your tits up, and then slide them down the man’s length. He’s, uh, kinda big… Regardless, you begin sliding your boobs up and down along the dick as it towers triumphantly. The man grins with satisfaction as he leaks precum, lubing up your objectified tits.

Surge’s customer issues his command as well. “Bring that fat ass over here.” Surge sits on his lap, but does little else. Still, she jumps in surprise when the man’s enormous dick falls between her asscheeks with a thud. Catching on quickly, she groans as she slides her bikini bottom a mere inch to the side and wiggles his cock into her deep ass cleavage. She then begins sliding her ass up and down his length, granting him an assjob from a pair of Kanto’s finest cheeks. With matching frowns, you and Surge set out to pleasure a pair of total strangers, because apparently that’s your job now.

Even if this is the umpteenth time a man has had his cock between your tits, you still work diligently to get him off. Being lazy about it will just make this take longer. Since he’s so big, though, you have to bounce up and down with your thighs in order to cover the entire length. You use your hands to squeeze your puffy pillows together, creating a wet, steamy space that’s tight enough to feel the individual veins of the man’s throbbing member. It’s strangely pleasant, though, as if your whole body is still sensitive from your battle with Surge. You scowl especially hard in an attempt to distract from the sensation, but it doesn’t work, and a slight moan escapes your lips just moments later.

“Enjoying yourself already? Guess that’s what happens when your pipsqueak of a girlfriend can’t even fuck your tits properly.”

“O-Only I *ah* get to call her a pipsqueak!” you bark.

Not having made enough of a nuisance of himself, he reaches out to grab your tits over your bikini top, rolling your nipples in his palm while digging his fingers deep into your titflesh. You moan much louder than you’d prefer as pussy juices seep into your bikini. Amidst the greedy fondling, you unwaveringly continue pumping his cock with your tits…

Surge, meanwhile, rocks her hips back and forth while a huge cock sits between her equally huge buns. With her hands on the couch to keep her balance, the blonde slides up and down around the man’s dick. Just like your tits, the cleavage between Surge’s asscheeks quickly becomes a hot, sopping wet mess. If you had to guess, you’d say Surge is already irritated beyond measure at having a dick wedged between her pale, white ass, but you can only imagine her fury when her client spanks one of her cheeks and she squeaks. “Cute. You really like that, huh?” he taunts.

Surge coldly answers, “No, I don’t.” With a roll of her eyes, she continues her lap dance. If the man believed her, that would’ve been the end of him touching her ass. Instead, both of his hands go to work squeezing and slapping her plentiful asscheeks, molding them like cushions and bouncing them like jello. Surge growls, “Stop it, you *AH* bastard.”

He replies, “Only if you stop being so cute when I play with your ass.” Unsurprisingly, Surge keeps panting and squeaking, and the toying of her ass continues. Judging from her face, that bitchy exterior is quickly giving way to shameful pleasure…

Enduring your customer’s groping as best you can, you sweat as you work your milky melons like they’re nothing more than sex toys. There’s an audible *plap* every time your tits hit his crotch, and you’re fairly certain that’s causing you as much as pleasure as the man, if not more. You blame the stuffy air and the noisy music, trying desperately not to believe how turned on you are by the huge phallus spilling hot precum between your slutty, sensitive breasts. Your bikini is awash in pussy juices at this point, and you’re starting to entertain the idea of getting off just from rubbing a stranger’s penis with your boobs. You’re not that much of a degenerate… right?

“Lemme show you how to fuck these fat jugs of yours.” Taking advantage of your wandering thoughts, your client shoves your hands away so he can grab the sides of your boobs instead. He starts jackhammering his hips at a mile a minute, fucking your tits hard enough to make you moan like a slut.

Your noisy sluttery gets the attention of Surge, who commands, “Don’t you *AH* dare, Emilia! Don’t you *FUCKING* cum from servicing some *FUCK-*” Her words are stopped by her client, who digs each hand deep into the meat of her asscheeks and starts hammering his cock between them, just like your own client is doing to your boobs. Both you and Surge trade glances, getting even more turned on by seeing each other in such miserably aroused states. It doesn’t take long before you both reach your limits, and your voices reach a crescendo.

“*FUUUUUCK!*” you both moan as orgasm overtakes you. Your brain’s self-defense kicks in right away, trying to convince yourself that you didn’t just cum in the middle of a strip club simply from getting your tits fucked by a disrespectful stranger. Unfortunately, the spasms overtaking your entire body debunk you quite easily, and the pool of girlcum between your thighs seals the deal. Surge repeatedly balls up her fists and scrunches her toes as though she’s trying to stop the orgasm even as it’s happening, but to no avail. She shudders just as hard as you, though she looks ten times angrier. She’s probably mad that a dick made her cum at all, and the fact that she came from getting her jiggly ass humped is just the cherry of shame on top.

“For being a lesbian couple, they sure seem starved for dick,” your client comments. That’s unnecessarily rude to say to a lady, even if that lady is currently cumming like a whore…

Surge’s customer adds, “Yeah, girls always lose to cock in the end, ‘specially the stuck-up ones like these two. Chicks who think they’re lesbians are my favorite.”

Zoning out as you cum, you regrettably miss the opportunity to make the man cum from servicing alone. Surge seems pretty out of it, too. When you both come to your senses, you’re straddling your customers in reverse cowgirl, their cockheads pressed ominously against your lower lips. You expect to be penetrated the next second, but Surge’s client speaks up instead.

“Well, what are you whores waiting for? We didn’t pay just to do all the work ourselves.”

Your client adds, “Yeah, be good little whores and hop on our dicks.”