Club Nysa — CUK: Matching costumes

Her red eyes narrow viciously, tipping her head back. “Cheating with a stepsister?” She hums, grinning wide, “Is that bad or just hot as fuck.”

“I’d say neither.” Erik retorts, the tension in his voice almost betraying his nerves, “Nothing happened.”

The girl smirks, stepping inside and kicking the door closed behind her, she reaches for her hip, the catwoman-cosplayed woman unhooking the plastic whip and letting it drag on the ground as she takes slow, purposeful steps towards him, “Uh-huh. Is that why your zipper is basically all the way down?”

Erik looks down, panicked, only realising that the outfit he has on…

“Made you look, scared your dick was hanging out?”

Doesn’t have a zipper.

“Doesn’t mean anything.” He cringes, feeling hot behind the ears, tricked way too easily. “Nothing happened. She needed help.”

“Puh-lease! ‘Why am I being fucking cucked’, right?” She grins, clearly enjoying having Erik under her thumb.

“You came in after she left; you’re bluffing, you didn’t see a thing.”

“I heard and saw all I need, a girl like Maki, I’m surprised she needs to go to the family buffet to eat.”

She giggles, putting a hand on his chest and gently pushing him backwards into the wall. “So. Sister fucker. You trying to fuck your other sister too?”

“N— I’m not trying to fuck anyone! And they’re my stepsisters!” He answers, trying to stay focused on the situation and not the ridiculous amount of cleavage in front of him.

“You have that girlfriend too. Sexy, nice tits, parasol girl.” She leans in close, her lips getting too close for comfort. “Should I go and tell her?”

Erik freezes. He has no idea how to handle this. Does he tell her? That they’re open? Does he focus on the Maki aspect of it all…

‘Fuck!’

He needs to talk to Maki, properly. Not where she has control. This was just stupid and risky…

“Nothing happened. We.. We have an understanding.”

“An understanding!?” She laughs, stepping back to bend over and laugh, slapping a hand on his chest, “Now that’s so funny. Like, you know that sounds like a desperate excuse right?” Her eyes widen with disbelief, the mischievous fire behind them burning brighter.

She reaches behind him suddenly, Erik freezing as her lips get too close within just a few inches, her breasts pressing into his chest; she hooks the whip behind his neck and pulls it taut, holding him in place, more metaphorically than anything else. The whip itself feels flimsy.

“If that’s true. Let’s test the theory.” A hint of sweet liquor on her breath, evidence of her drinking on the job.

Her palm caresses his chest through the costume, slowly inching down his torso. “If you have an understanding, I’m sure you don’t mind if I get a sample of the goods.”

“I mean, Maki sounded like she got interrupted.” She reaches down, her hand, going flat over him.

Erik can’t do anything except stand, his rock-hard length only getting more excited at the touch of the girl.

“Your body isn’t saying no, baby.” She says, mock innonence coating her words, her eyes wide with the same intent.

She leans forward; Erik isn’t sure if it was going for a kiss, but he turns his head all the same; she pushes her nose to the soft flesh under his chin, breathing in deeply before wetting his jaw with her tongue, using the tension on his neck to lean back, holding the whip as she grins, “Follow me big boy. Give me that sample in your stepsister's penthouse.” She winks, “Maybe you can show me where you’ve fucked her.”

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The woman leads Erik through a series of hallways and takes a service elevator up to the penthouse level. He follows obediently, his eyes on her leather-clad ass the entire way, her legs shifting alluringly up the stairs, his fist gripping the whip, her command to him to be a ‘good dog’ and follow and not let go.

As he followed her, one main thought ran through his head.

‘I don’t understand this girl; what’s the plan here? Does she just want to fuck?’

Because it made no sense to him. But playing along seemed like the right idea…

Plus…

He’s but a man.

Anyway, this girl thinks she saw incest happening, that the guy responsible is cheating on his girlfriend, and now she just wants to be fucked by him?

“What’s your name?” He asks as they reach the penthouse. She pulls out a small keycard, winking back at him. “Maki gave me this for emergencies.” She pointedly ignores him, pushing the door open and entering Maki’s home, the usual elevator on the same side as the door, just hidden in a corner behind the kitchen area.

She giggles and lets go of the whip, letting it fall to the floor; she turns around and steps sensually backwards, reaching between her legs, eyes swimming with chaotic desire. “So…” She says, unzipping slowly, “Have you fucked Maki on this couch? Or am I getting that privilege first?”

She smirks, sitting down, the full round of her breasts, the leather barely holding on, a hint of her midriff peeking past the zipper.

“I didn’t, and I haven’t fucked… Maki.” He stares at the couch, the couch still slightly wet from the group's earlier visitation.

“So me first. Luuuucky. Yahoo!” She says, unzipping the rest of the way, her large round breasts falling out fully,

Erik’s cock has a simple goal in life, twitching at the sight of large breasts, his lizard brain immediately screaming at him to indulge.

“Come on scaredy cat.” She grins, squeezing her breasts together with her leather-covered arms and says, “Show me why your stepsister chooses you to fuck her.”

“I’ve never done that.” He growls, stepping towards her, her eyes widening with thrill as he tugs his pants down.

“Oh. Fuck.” She says, wide-eyed, grinning up at him, “Fuck, I would fuck you too if you were my brother!”

“That. Never. Happened.” He growls again, the girl giggling as she shuffles back on the couch, lying down and squeezing her tits together.

“Come on, baby, come fuck my titties.” She says with a grin.

Erik isn’t strong enough to resist at this point; he figures, everything will work out afterwards, and just to enjoy what’s going to happen, she didn’t see anything after all.

Erik straddles her, the girl looking between her chest in delight, squeezing her breasts together to envelop him tighter.

“Fucking hell, cheater boy.” She coos, “You’re fucking sticking out the top.”

“I’m not a cheater.” He replies, spitting down on her chest, sliding his cock between them.

She gasps and giggles, “Cheater and spitting on women, fuck, I’d be cheating too.”

Erik growls in response, sliding his cock into her chest, groaning at the warmth of her breasts around him, her teasing narrowed eyes. She flicks her tongue out and cranes her neck down to give his cockhead teasing licks with every other thrust.

“You like my titties wrapped around you? Fuck, you’re so fucking hard!” She grins up at him, jiggling her large breasts with her hands, biting her lip and fluttering her eyelashes.

“You gonna cum on my face? You wanna shoot your cum all over my slutty bitch face?” The girl says, arching her back, moving her chest side to side, throwing his furious rhythm.

She grins wide, putting a hand up against his midriff, clawing down, “Get on the fucking floor, cheater. Let’s cheat properly.”

Erik pulls himself out of her mounds, watching with frustrated arousal, watching the girl kick her legs off the table, stripping the leather outfit off of her body. She poses and looks at him, lifting a breast with her hand and reaching down to her clit, “Lie down.”

Erik lies down, watching the girl waste no more time, squatting over him and sliding her wet snatch right onto him; she tries to hide the feeling, but her eyes go wide with each extra inch. She leans forward, groaning and her lip quivering, her arms fall to his side, her mouth hanging open, saliva dripping out in deep satisfaction.

“Fucking hell.” She groans, “ No wonder you cheat, fuck… I’d be such a slut with this cock too.”

“You think you’re not?” Erik asks, half out of banter, half out of actual frustration.

Her jaw falls open, and she smirks, leaning back and starting to move her hips. “Dirty mouth too. Fuck me, you’re more of a bitch than me!”

“You’re the one that thinks I’m a cheater; some girl’s girl you are. How’s it feel taking a cheating cock?”

She laughs wildly, putting her hands up like a cat and flicking at the headband, “Guess you got me!”

She leans back, leaning back on the rug and bouncing her hips up, the slickness of her pussy pulling him back in as she throws her head back in elation, “Dead to rights! Fuck me!”

Erik matches her bounces, thrusting off the carpet, the couch where he fucked Ari and Vi to his side as he growls, “Fucking, fuck!!”

She shrieks with delight, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, “HAHA YES! CHEATER FUCK, FUCK THIS BITCH!”

For whatever reason, her enjoyment is only annoying him; it makes him want to rail her even harder.

“YES YES YES!” She screams, her pussy gushing with orgasm, falling backwards, her legs going limp over his as she slides off him, Erik sits up and jerks himself over her, growling as she grins up at him, “CUM! Go on!! Mark another bitch you cheating piece of shit!!”

Erik growls, his load shooting over her abdomen; she laughs and lies back on the carpet, gyrating her hips as the warm jizz lands on her body.

She laughs as Erik gets off his knees, looking up at him with victorious satisfaction.

She eyes his cock, “Fuck me, cheater. You’re ready for another round?” She bites her lip as his length bounces, hidden beneath his costume bottom, Erik refusing to look at her.

She stretches her arms lazily above her head, “Hmmm. We gotta do that again. I hope you don’t hold it against me.”

“Hold what?” He asks, poking his head out of the costume.

“Well, as good as a fuck as that was, I still gotta tell your girly.” She points at him, her eyes narrowing. “You said it, I’m a girls-girl. And you just fucked me real good; how was I supposed to know you had a girlfriend?”

Erik glares down at her, “You’re insane. You literally knew.”

She sits up, shrugging, “I just love chaos; is wanting entertainment so wrong?”

Erik narrows her eyes as she continues speaking, having already thought it out.

“I wonder how your girl is going to react when she hears that you fuck and suck your stepsister.”

“Do it.”

For the first time, the girl is on the back foot, eyeing him with confusion. “Excuse me?”

“Go blow up those relationships. This boss of yours, my stepsister, tell everyone even that she fucks her stepbrother. See what happens when people ask for details.”

He crossed his arms, looking down his nose at her. “You heard her say something out of, like, frustration. Saw her storm out, and then you saw me sitting there alone a few seconds later.”

She nibbles on her lip, “You expect me to believe that she’s yelling about being cucked as a joke?”

Erik sneers, “Anya ditched her shift right? (‘Sorry to throw you under the bus Anya’) Maki is pissed that she’s being cucked by her own sister and employee. Anya won’t answer, and Maki can’t ditch the shift; she’s mad.” He shrugs.

The girl looks to the side, thinking this through.

‘Please work.’

She sighs and shrugs, “You know what? You’re right. I didn’t see shit.” She grins, “Can you blame me for hoping for the wildest shit to happen?”

“You’re a psycho.”

She laughs, finally pulling her outfit on, keeping him in her eyeline the entire time. “Well. You’re still a cheating slimy shit, so.” She grins, “And poor me, got seduced by a dirty man and only found out afterwards.” She waggles his phone, grabbing it from between the seat cushions, the photo of himself and Vi as the lock screen wallpaper looking back at him.

She throws her phone at him; Erik fumbles to catch it, scowling as she skips towards the elevator.

She taps the button and the elevator opens. “Don’t hold it against me!” She steps in and lets the door close, Erik left standing there; he grins and heads over to press the call button.

By the time he gets down to the bar, he can see Vi sitting at the bar, the girl frowning at her, holding her hand apologetically.

The girl spots him and squeezes Vi’s hand, looking over at him. Vi follows her gaze, and the instant their eyes meet, she knows some bullshit is about to happen.

“I’m so sorry, babe. I had no idea, I… God, how do I even say this?”

Vi looks at her, eyebrows raised curiously. “What? D-Did something happen?”

‘Don’t laugh,’

“Well… I… God, I fucked him. I didn’t know! He told me he was single!”

Vi’s brow furrows; she looks at Erik, back at the bartender, and then at Erik again. She slides her hand out of the girls and looks down at her legs.

The bartender looks at Erik and winks, mouthing ‘fuck me again?’.

‘This girl is just chaos incarnate…’

“I can’t believe this…” Vi says, looking at Erik. “You fucked her?!”

Erik nods, pouting, “Yeah… I’m sorry… I just…”

Vi looks at the girl again, her face quickly switching from her wild grin to a remorseful frown, “You fucked her? And you didn’t think to get me? Make me watch? All three of us?”

“I know, babe.” He puts a hand on his heart. “It got away from me!”

The girl’s face drops into pure, utter shock; she looks at Vi. “What?”

Vi dramatically puts the back of her hand on her forehead, turning to the girl, “He does this all the time! He goes off and fucks girls that are exactly my type, like you, and doesn’t invite me!” She looks at Erik, grabbing his thigh, “Why, babe!?”

The girls remain stunned, their eyes blinking in total bewilderment. “What the fuck?”

Vi looks at Erik, “You gotta bring me in next time, babe… I’ll have to get you back if you keep doing that.”

“Go on then, we know you love the punishment.” He replies, grabbing her thigh in return.

The bartender’s shock slowly melts away, nodding slowly, her slack-jawed expression slowly melting into a smirk, and then a grin, and then a full-blown laugh.

“You were serious!?” She asks Erik, “You’re open!”

Erik nods, “I didn’t say a single lie the entire time.” He eyes her, the silent understanding relating to Maki passing between them.

She laughs wildly, slapping the bar, while the waiting patrons watch, annoyed.

‘Thank God.’

“Holy shit!” She laughs, wiping an imaginary tear. “That’s fucking amazing!” She grabs Vi’s hands. “Hot as fuck, big tits and anti-monogamy! Holy shit, can you date me too!?”

Vi scoffs with confusion, nervously laughing along as the bartender's demeanour completely shifts.

“Fuck me! This is great! You two are great! I was so ready to get a nice hot angry fuck from you, big boy! But this!? This is so much fucking better!”

‘This girl is insane.’ The couple make eye contact, sharing the same thought.

“What a fucking anarchic playground!” She grins, leaning over the bar to get closer to Vi. “You get to have fun too?”

Vi nods hesitantly, smiling hesitantly.

“Fuck. Yes!” She grins at Erik, “I got a taste of the masculine in the relationship!” She looks at Vi with a vulgar expression. “I want a taste of the feminine too!”

She stands back and runs her hand down her front, “Ooooh I’m onr lucky gender free bitch, huh?!”

She glances down at the bar at the waiting crowd, her bar friend drowning in the demand.

“Maybe another time though, huh?” She leans over the bar and grabs Vi’s hand; she sticks her tongue out and sucks on Vi’s finger. “It is so fucking nice to meet you too.”

She bounces back; she looks between them again before settling on {Fn}, “Oh. Right. My name, by the way, is Bea.” She winks, “See you two around.”

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“You fucked her without knowing her name?” Vi asks with a cocked eyebrow, eyeing her boyfriend playfully. “Also gender free?”

“She didn’t want to tell me.” He shrugs. “I have no idea what she means by that.”

Vi grins, “How did that even happen?”

Erik hesitates. He can’t tell her why she coerced him, but he can test the waters…

“I was with Maki, looking for Anya; we were trying to call her in the keg room, and Maki made some stupid cuck joke and she heard it; some bullshit happened, and she said that we need to fuck to prove that I’m really open.”

She laughs, “She thought you were fuckig Maki?”

Erik nods nervously, speaking a bit quicker than usual, “Yeah. Obviously didn’t happen, and I tried to explain we’re open, to get her off thinking I’d do shit with Maki… And yeah. Penthouse.”

Vi laughs, “No offence. You both sound so stupid.”

Erik smiles nervously, watching Vi.

“You’d be lucky to get with Maki.” She teases, bumping him playfully, “Hot, but impossible.” She winks. “Not for me, though. I have a chance with Maki.” She winks.

Erik swallows the rock at the back of his throat.

“Anyway, I missed you. I want to dance a bit more.” She drags her fingers on his arm. “I did tell my dance partner from earlier that I would be back soon.”

He will tell her. He will.

But not now.

Not tonight.

He puts a hand on her opposite hip, walking with her back to the sweaty dance floor.