Club Nysa — CUK: Temptation

Ari and Vi finally step out of the elevator, Maki spots them, walking over Erik watches her say something to Vi, who nods way too enthusiastically, Maki chuckles and pats her on the back, eyes narrowing, a wide grin on her face. Vi hands the keycard back and walks away from the stepsister. Maki looks toward the bar and spots Erik staring at her; she smirks and winks at him before turning to talk to a staff member who happens to be passing by.

The girls approach the duo, Ari eyeing her boyfriend hungrily, putting her hand on his chest, tugging him down by the scruff of his neck and saying something right into his ear.

Vi moves similarly, slinking an arm around the back of his neck, biting her lip playfully, “Heeeey daddy.”

Erik lacks the composure to hide the small smirk that finds his face.

Vi pouts and sighs, “Okaaay. Don’t be mean… I wanted to try something and it felt like a good excuse.”

Erik grabs her ass with a grin, prompting a sly lip nibble, “It was so fucking hot. Feel free to bring it back in the future.” He leans forward, nibbling her earlobe, “My stupid cockhungry slut.”

Vi moans, her whole body shivering as she grabs his thigh.

“By the way, what did you tell Maki?”

She looks at him, eyes narrowed, “That we had an intense four-way orgy.”

The colour drains from his face, “Seriously?”

She laughs, “Of course not! That would be crazy!” She grins, “I just asked if we could do some drugs up there, and then I told her we all did Ket. So, maybe play it up if she sees you.”

Well. Maki likely knows that Vi lied to her; that’s for sure.

She is well aware that Erik does not participate in that particular activity.

“H-Hey! We’ll be! Fuck! Uhm! Back! Sorry!” Sai hastily says, butting into their intimate conversation, Ari dragging him by the front of his pants towards the bathroom, the petite woman almost hyperventilating from arousal.

“Did you tell her? That you were playing it up?”

Vi nods.

“That explains why she’s ready for another round already.”

“I mean,” Vi purrs, putting a hand on his chest, “So am I.”

She taps his sternum, stepping back with a grin, “But I’m feeling like I need some more hands on me before I’m ready for you, babe,” She holds out a teasing hand, “Dance with me?”

“How can I say no?” He replies, standing and following her out onto the dance floor.

Vi purposefully backs into the crowd, letting her hips and cleavage bump into anyone brave enough to try and get close. She drags her tongue over the top of her lip, her eyes narrowed sultrily, her fingers wrapped around Erik’s wrist, tugging him close to her.

Erik is all too happy to play with her, spinning her around, pulling her flush against him, dragging his hand up her thigh, over her midriff and over the curve of her breast, caressing her collarbone as they grind and sway to the music, the back of her head resting on his shoulder, eyes closed, enjoying the closeness of him.

He turns her again, grabbing at her thigh, hitching her leg up and dipping her playfully. The group of men ogle openly as her breasts sag with gravity towards her chin; she makes eye contact with them and winks before Erik tugs her back up, his hands possessively on her hips, their faces ending inches apart.

“Mhmm. Daddy.” She moans, leaning forward to kiss him lustfully.

“Good slut.” He groans back, clawing at her, touching her bare legs.

Wait.

Erik pulls back from the kiss and touches her leg with more firmness, “The cosplay thing?” He asks.

She puts a finger between her teeth, widening her eyes innocently, “Oops.”

Erik grabs her tighter, feeling under the loincloth, the buttons holding the undersuit fabric together between her legs straining, “Risky as fuck…”

“Isn’t it so hot?” She asks in response, rubbing a bare thigh against his bulge.

Vi steps back with a smirk, her eyes finding something behind him; she breaks out in a wide grin, “Join us!”

Erik looks over his shoulder and Heidi and Logan walk up to them, joining them in the crowd, Erik meets Vi’s eye curiously.

“What are you planning here?” He mouths silently.

She just winks.

“Logan!! This is Vi!!” Heidi says, cupping her mouth as she speaks to the slightly crouched Logan.

He nods and smiles, looking at Vi, he extends a hand, “Hi!” He says loudly, trying to speak over the music.

Vi shakes her head and laughs, taking his hand and using it to twirl playfully, Logan scoffs nervously and glances at Heidi who only smiles, looking at him reassuringly.

He plays along and spins Vi, laughing and clapping as Vi stands back, giving a playful bow to the couple.

Erik is the only one to catch Logan’s glance at her cleavage.

I mean...

Not like he can blame him. He peers at Heidi, wondering if she would even mind, considering what she knows about Erik and Vi.

“Having fun?” Erik says to Heidi as the four of them form a small circle to dance in.

She nods, looking up at him, her cheeks flushed, “Hell. Yeah!” She bumps his shoulder with her own.

The four dances are more fun and ironic, compared to the dancing that Vi was just recently doing with Erik. Vi grabs Heidi and spins her, even attempting a dip, her intoxication giving her cause to struggle. Fortunately, Heidi has enough strength and balance to catch herself before being completely dropped by Vi.

Erik and Vi encourage the other couple as Heidi stands behind Logan, thrusting into him from behind while he laughs and back into her laughing at the role reversal.

Of course, somehow, the circles get tighter and bodies get closer together. Vi at the helm, of course. She puts her arms around Heidi and Erik, nodding at Logan to join in as the music shifts to a more ‘jumpy’ beat.

The movement, the jumping, it breaks their circle of innocence; Heidi somehow ends up facing away from Erik, Vi sandwiched in front of Heidi, tugging at Logan to make him jump too, Heidi laughing and jumping as well.

It was always bound to happen. Heidi steps back onto him, the soft fullness of her ass pressing against his hardness. He has been watching and dancing with Vi after all.

Heidi stills for a moment; he goes to step back, to give her the space.

She steps back with him. Glancing over her shoulder nervously. She arches her back slightly and rubs against him; she reaches behind her and grabs at his costume, pulling him snug.

“Heidi…” He says, leaning forward into her ear.

It doesn’t last long though, she shoves him back, closing the distance between her and Logan, she tugs at him and forces him close to her, she refuses to look at Erik, choosing to look up at her much taller boyfriend.

Logan looks down with a smile, nodding and waving at the couple, motioning that they’re getting some drinks.

Vi saunters back up to Erik, grabbing him and kissing him deeply, “Fun! He seems alright! Tall and strong.” She leans in, “Heidi and I have the same type.”

“You are asking for trouble today, huh?” Erik says, looking past her for a moment, spotting Heidi and Logan at the bar, Heidi kissing him deeply.

“I need to take a piss!” He says into her ear after dancing for another while, focused on just each other.

She nods, “Don’t take too long! I might get swept up in the heat of the moment.” She says with a wink, putting her hands on her chest.

Erik leans in and kisses her, feeling her melt in his hands; he squeezes her ass before leaving her.

She laughs and pulls away, spotting some colleagues from her classes; she goes up to the two girls with a smile.

….

He looks at himself in the mirror, his hair a lot messier than it was when they came into the party, even his outfit looking worse for wear. He supposes that’s to be expected when buying a low-quality costume at the last minute.

The stall door smashes open behind him and Ari walks out; she spots Erik and grins, “Where’s your bimbo slut?”

Erik laughs, looking into the stall at a drained Sai sitting on the toilet seat, looking dazed, “Did you kill him?”

She laughs, “No no. He was a good boy today. That’s him rewarded.” She waves dismissively, pushing past a man who enters the men's bathroom, looking between her and a head shaking Erik, “Look after him will ya?”

…

“Was it worth it?” Erik asks, passing a glass of water to his friend.

“Absolutely.” Sai responds, grinning tiredly, “I fucking love that girl.”

Erik laughs and claps him on the back, relishing the moment to rest himself.

Both boys' girlfriends have proven time and time again to be absolute firecrackers. And on nights like this, it's when the male duo begin to doubt their ability to keep up.

Only compounded when Maki approaches them both, leaning on the bar.

“Hello, boys. You leave some for me?”

Sai blushes, licking his lips nervously as Maki talks to him, “W-What do you mean?”

It's impressive how quickly he regresses to the stammering chubby teenager that crushed on her for years.

She points upwards, “Oh Sai baby. You know. What you did up in my house. Your sinful activities.”

Sai stammers, powerless in the presence of his first crush.

“No. You’re at work.” Erik offers, trying to lead Sai.

“That’s just rude.” She says to Erik, turning her attention to Sai, “Surely you left some Ket for me up there? I’d love to take some with you, Sai baby.”

Erik’s eyes roll into his head as Sai stammers beside him, Maki laughing and stroking his arm, “I forgive you this time.” She turns to Erik, “Oi. I need your help though. I need a strong man.”

“I’m-I’m strong too.” Sai says, getting a sly grin from the woman.

“I know you are, Sai baby, but I want my sweet little stepbrother to help me. I’ll ask for you when I really need a big man, okay?”

He nods pathetically, smiling widely.

“Dude…” Erik says, deciding to go with her to save Sai from combusting.

“I can’t…” He begins, paralysed as Maki gives him a wink, leaving the bar and leading Erik to a bar area.

…

“What do you need help with?” He asks cautiously, following behind Maki, leading him down hallways.

She holds her hands up innocently and looks over her shoulder, intentionally putting a little more sway in her hips, “Nothing wrong this time, baby bro. The bar is busy and I just need a hand moving one of the kegs closer to the tap.”

Erik sighs, looking up at the low ceiling, “Fine. In and out.”

“Kinky.” She replies, laughing and apologising as Erik turns to leave, pulling at his arm.

...

“Have you been doing this yourself so far? Fucking hell!” Erik groans, putting the last keg down for Maki, using his costumes cape to wipe his brow,

“No.” She says, as if it’s obvious, “Simon was doing it, but Anya fucking disappeared, so Simon is at the bar now.”

“What? Is she okay?”

Maki nods, “Her last text said yes. She just felt ill so went outside, I went up to look for her but she wasn’t there.” She shrugs, “She won’t tell me where she went.”

Something says that she won’t tell Erik either.

Maki shrugs, rounding a small table and approaching Erik, “Anyway, enough about that sibling.” She pushes him back; he sits on a heavy keg, “I’m trying to get closer to a different sibling.”

“Stepsibling.” He blurts out, trying to stand only to be pushed back down by Maki.

She bends over and pulls his face into her chest, covered, but it’s erotic all the same; her hand finds his bulge, “Fuck me, I’m so fucking horny.” she growls.

She lets him go and drops down into a squat, tugging at his pants, “Do you? Wanna fuck?”

“Uh-“

She smirks, “Kiddin’.” She pulls his cock out, staring at it hungrily, “That wasn’t a no was it?”

She moans lewdly, wrapping a hand around him, stroking softly, eyes dancing with unrestricted desire.

Erik once again, doesn’t move to stop it; he just groans and bends forward, grabbing at her head as she squats in front of him.

But just as quickly as it started, despite them both giving in to their inhibitions again, her phone rings again, right at the precipice, she pulls back, gritting her teeth in frustration, “Fucking god damn it. Why am I being fucking cucked!?” And, only to add insult to injury, the slight sound of footsteps descending stairs just outside.

She looks at Erik with a smirk, “No offence.”

“Fuck off.” He groans, already pulling his pants back up, taking the interruption as a sign from God.

Maki answers the phone in frustration, speaking way louder than necessary, “What?!” A small pause, “Oh fucking piece of shit. Yeah. I’m coming. Tell them to wait.”

She turns to Erik, “We’ll pick this up another day, this night is fucked. Go cheat on Vi, I’ll cover for you” She bites her knuckle and storms out of the room with a wink.

“Not fucking funny!” He groans, alone now, putting his face into his hands, “I should at least fucking try.”

He stands up and dusts himself off. Vowing to just stay by Vi’s side, he can’t keep racking up moments to tell her about; the two and a half he’s at is bad enough.

The door swings open before he can reach the door.

“Maki, look—“

He stops, catching his tongue before he lets anything more slip out.

The blonde non-Anya bartender stands, leaning on the door frame, arms crossed, her huge breasts pushed up by her forearms.