DUH!

So many people thought Nessa and Jessica were dumb because of how they looked, but would dumb people turn down free ****? No way!

“Who cares if it’s bottom shelf, Jess,” Nessa said. “We can wash it down with some top shelf stuff later.”

“Oh-em-gee, you’re so right!” Jess yelled. Ugh, that music was soooo loud it was hard to hear anything. Jess yanked her dress back down and rubbed her butt from where someone or something had pinched the hell out of it. She carefully raised the martini glass to her lips, being sure not to spill. Glittery sugar shined on the rim and on the top, the neon lights from the club dazzling off the pretty drink.

Nessa clinked her glass with Jessica’s and the two took a sip. And then didn’t stop drinking, tilting the glass further up to swallow more. It was sweet as candy, with a weird aftertaste that made them want to drink more to wash it away until the drink was empty.

“Uh, sis, your boobs are out,” Nessa said, gesturing toward’s Jessica’s cleavage. Wait, was it still called cleavage if the nips were showing? Because Jessica’s headlights were definitely at full beam, her tits hanging out of her dress’s keyhole. Jessica’s helplessly looked around for who had done it.

“I can’t fix it, my hands are full,” Jess whined, both hands clutching the martini glass.

“I got you,” Nessa said. “Hold this.”

“Kay!” Jess said, grabbing Nessa’s glass.

The crowd drew tighter around them, someone quickly grabbing her by the hips to hump her butt a few times, but she could tell it wasn’t a guy. Annoying! Another hand pulled her own dress down to show her left tit, but she’d get to that later, her attention fully on her sister’s boobs to fix them. Nessa grabbed Jess’s boobs with both hands and Jess moaned. Before she could ask her sister why she was acting like a hoe, she had a spike of heat in her chest too. It made her a little woozy and she shook her head. No, she thought she did but shook her whole body, including her hands, tits, and ass. Oops, now her other boob was out. Nessa giggled.

“Maybe the drink was top shelf after all?” Jessica asked, reading her mind. They were like soooo good at that.

“Yeah, maybe, hold still,” Nessa said.

“You’re the one moving me around,” Jessica said. Then Nessa realized she’d been kneading Jess’s breasts, shifting them around and squeezing. They really did look good…big and round and matching her own. That aftertaste was back on her tongue and for a second it felt like the best way to get rid of the taste was to take a nice, long lick of Jess’s nipple. A spank to her ass snapped her out of it. She quickly stuffed Jess’s boobs back in her dress and then fixed her own, again. Seconds after she pulled her dress up, some woman passing by yanked it right back down, exposing her tits again. Nessa grabbed her by the slender arm with a strong grip.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow,” the college looking girl complained as she was dragged right between the two bombshells. She was pretty but had fucked up hair cut way too short and dyed pink.

“Oh, is this the ghost?” Jessica asked.

“I think so,” Nessa said. “She has hands.”

“I, uh, yeah, I do,” Pinkie said, looking between the two women.

“Why did you pull my tits out?” Vanessa asked.

“I didn’t,” Pinkie said.

“Uhhh, yeah, you did, see!” Nessa yelled, shoving her still-out boobs in the girl’s face.

“How should we punish her?” Jess asked.

“Sorry!” Pinkie shrieked. Her eyes darted from tit to tit to martini glass and then she smiled for some reason. “Oh. Oh, uh, you’re just so beautiful, how could I resist.”

Nessa’s chest went heavy, and not just because her boobs were still hanging out. It got warm too, a fizzly little pop in her head making her anger disappear until it spilled out of her as a giggle. “Wait, really?”

The woman grabbed a handful of Nessa’s boob, thumb running circles over her nipple. She went weak in the knees, nearly falling over and into the pink-haired woman. Her butt was almost definitely on display to anyone behind her and she didn’t care, a moan breathed out of her as her head kept heating up.

“Uhhh, Earth to Nessa! Some lesbo loser is like totally feeling you up!”

“You’re just as hot,” Pinkie said, wheeling on Jessica before she could pull her off her sister. “I bet you two are twins, right?”

Nessa watched as her sister melted too, the anger on her face smoothed out and replaced with a soft smile. It didn’t take long until Pinkie had a hand inside Jess’s shirt while her sister nodded, probably playing with her nipple the same way. This was wrong. This was a woman! But…

“Good girls,” Pinkie said. It was like a firework went off in Nessa’s chest, heart fluttering as she shuddered. “I’d kiss you cuties, but don’t want that glitter gunk on me too. Toodles.”

And with that, she left, leaving both girls drooling with their tits out in the middle of the crowd. After a few blinks and more grinding from the growing crowd around them, Nessa was finally getting her balance back. Jess too by the looks of it.

“Uhhh, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” They both said in unison. They both answered together too.

• “I WANT ANOTHER DRINK”

-“WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!”