Gives her everything and a personal offer

Having finally satiated their lust (and spending a good amount of time cleaning up) Bria finally got to ask about the purpose of her visit, going into detail about the woman she saw from the studio.

"You mean Sadie Orison?" Beth asked to Bria's delight. "What do you want with her?"

Bria eyed with a malicious smile down to Beth's swollen belly. "A delivery for her."

It turned out that Sadie did in fact visit the lounge and was a regular. True to the gossip, Beth went in detail about her rather interesting activities. A drame lover at heart. One of her tricks seemed to be bringing one boy with her female friends for a night at the club. Then she would hit on another boy (or let them swoon her) and the first man, now drunk, would get into a fight. It was done multiple times, but security had little evidence to suggest she did anything to influence them. And of course, with special memberships, Sadie was somewhat untouchable. Unfortunately, with regular officer rotations, due to constant pressures on social media, the new guards don't treat these threats with regular concern. Beth had reported her name once, without much punishment enforced, but since then, witnessed patterns every time she arrived, always arriving with some new fashion of clothing and always arrived with a party of girls and a single boy. She would hit on a new boy and filmed their heated moments to post them online. Beth, taking out her phone, showed Bria the social media posts, seeing Sadie's videos of men brawling, and photos sitting with her girls, some she recognized from the studio.

Quite the twisted plan for a fashionista, garnering a lot of attention as a party girl who needed muscle or promising a night in the bedroom to the boys she brought, and used the fights she created to attract clout and, in time, someone else to repeat her little intrigue, and it was working. Her backing skyrocketed, as people kept flocking to her page to see the newest brawl unfold while posing as a fun type of rich girl. Worse yet, the comments seem to blame the bars for not regulating beverages to intoxicated party goers, not realizing the context behind the fights. Many bars, like Roxy's, having to introduce non-efficient means of security just to maintain a sense of duty while higher management putting a lot of pressure on the staff to stabilize their earnings and reputation. Bria saw there were some comments blaming Sadie, but they were utterly drowned by the waves of spam messaging and other profile postings that brushed aside any of their testimony.

Perhaps there was some sort of justice that was being concocted in Bria's mind, someone having to finally put that bitch in her place while healing the natural order of the night life for many. Afterall, bars are where she frequented for 'fun,' and having felt the recent addition of officers and strict policies to enforce groups, she transitioned away from them. Bur none of this mattered to Bria. The game mattered and giving this troublemaker a new life, so to speak, simply became a moral obligation. If not her, someone else will, and she had every intention of claiming what was hers before some ignorant sap finally had the balls to do her in. She knew nobody was going to going to feel sorry for her when she will reveal the baby bump that is brewing in the coming months, her nights of fun finally gone too far. Better yet, if Bria plays her cards right, she won't need to risk showing herself to the internet. The night life for Sadie will be gone when she is called on to be a mommy and, in time, this little incident will blow over, loosening some restrictions from the reputation burn, and reopen more depraved fun in the future.

"Do you know if she will come here tonight?" Bria asked.

Beth shook her head. "Sorry. I don't keep track of everyone. I reported her two weeks ago."

"Do you know where she goes after?"

"Mmm...she crashes at a hotel two blocks down. There are some posts on her page of her in hotels drinking with her girls." Beth answered.

Looking through Sadie's posts doesn't give much more detail on her whereabouts. Only that she wears expensive and slutty clothes from her job and goes to bars, lounges, and sleep at lavish hotels. The choice of location isn't consistent, seemingly picked by what's more convenient. Bria gave it more thought and decided that staking out at the Lounge is the only way to find anything. If Sadie shows up tonight, Bria wanted to be there, catching every moment of her, finding some way to leverage this gold mine of information.

"How long will you stay?" Beth asked.

"All night, if I have to," Bria replied.

"Must be important if you are trying to meet her in person without messaging her."

Bria glanced at Beth. "It's better this way. I don't suppose you know if I could stay without much trouble."

"Security won't trouble you as long as I am with you," Beth turned herself around and kneeled down, exposing her butt and precious peach to Brua. "Perhaps we can help each other pass the time again..." Beth picked up her torn panties, she seductively held her ripped panties between her teeth and pulling it back like a gag.

Bria smiled. "Only if you toss your bra for good..."

The next several hours passed and more people arrive. The night DJ blasted his mixtape and most of the people partied with beverages and danced, many going topless in Roxy's Lounge.

Bria sat in one of the private booths on the second floor with a decent view of the entrance. She often checked the main dance floor and inspected the first-floor booths where many 'private' shows happen behind the curtains, as Bria learned from Beth's own little show when she started rocking herself on her. In the solitary moments of waiting, Bria chatted up some of the girls, with many ravishing clothes that show off their legs and cleavages. To her dismay, no one took her up on her offer.

Even after her work hours, Beth showed up and stayed by Bria's side, offering free use of her and, sometimes under-the-table service, while barely keeping the booth curtains closed. Beth said it was normal at the lounge to have 'free shows' and security barely bothered anyone. On occasion, some people passed by and caught a glimpse of Beth, realizing the source of the cock to be a Bria, only for them to leave in embarrassment when they spotted her looking back.

throughout the night, Bria did have some thoughts staring at Beth squatting on the seats, who smiled as she squeezed Bria's cum out from her pussy. Unlike the other girls she crossed paths with after a hard-fucked night, Beth remained enthusiastic about Bria's presence. "I was half expecting you to still be mad at me," Bria said, pondering at Beth, "Given our last parting..."

Beth gave a heartfelt smile, "I was. You left me with a lot of responsibility," she said, rubbing her belly. "But I could never feel the same way after that night. You left me on a night that meant something to me. Something I could never again feel until now. You have no idea what it was like, dreaming of you in class, at work, every night in bed wanting you to just come back. All I wanted is to be with you again," Beth tightened herself more, letting more of the cum ooze out of her. A gracious smile spanned her lips.

"You want a daddy to help raise your kid?" Bria crossed her arms. "I'm not much of a father figure, much less a role model."

"I have no problems raising your child. My parents have an obsession with my sisters and I bringing them grandkids..."

"You have sisters?" Bria interrupted, with a curiosity in her eyes.

"No," Beth teased, but then glared at Bria. "But I can only guess what made you so excited to think I did have some. You were thinking of doing something similar to Sadie, weren't you?"

Beth raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"I saw the way you looked at those girls who passed you," Beth continued her sensual talk, "Is Sadie any different than those strutting sluts? Is she going to end up like me?"

"I see what I like, and I take it. It's as simple as that," Bria leaned, a cold stare passing over her face as she whispered, "And I never pull out." Looking back at Beth, Bria was expecting some negative reaction, perhaps some horror to cross her face. She understood the kinds of things she did was immoral, and she was quick to avoid the repercussions when things got too heated. A solitary life was suitable for her, and she enjoyed the lack of responsibility that comes with her hobby, provided she continues to dodge them.

For the first time ever, after opening up to her intensions, she noticed one of the women she left with a bun in the oven biting her lip while she squeezed her fists around her skirt. Bria put on a wicked smile, and just as wicked was knowing that, for the first time, she wasn't alone in what she enjoyed. Beth blushed immensely. Bria leaned in closer to Beth's ear, "Does it turn you on, knowing the devilish things I do to poor little girls like you who cross my sight?"

Beth breathed heavily. "It's so fucked up..." She gently stroked her clit. "But so hot..."

Bria could not help but let out a laugh. Still in Beth's ear, she whispered. "You want a front row seat and watch Sadie's life turn around?" Bria licked Beth's ear, a moan escaping her lips. She reached down to touch Beth's belly, her gentle hands massaging her while Beth teased herself more. Bria continued. "You want to see that bitch squeal while I put a baby in her, like I did to you?"

"Yes, mistress, yes..." Beth moaned. Already, the thoughts in her mind gave way to her desire, thinking how Sadie would become a plaything to Bria while Beth teased and prodded Sadie's breasts from behind. Beth fingered herself more, as now all the fantasy of seeing her mistress gave way to her using Beth right now.

But Bria wasn't going to give Beth this moment now. She was on a mission. Kissing Beth's cheek, she pulled Beth's hand away from clit and she rested back in her neutral pose, "Help me find her, and I will reward you."

An audible groan of frustration escaped Beth...

Another hour has passed by. The two firmly kept watch over the party. Reaching close to midnight, Beth was ready to give up, but seeing Bria, gazing down with the eyes of a hawk, vigilant and determined to catch her prey, gave Beth the life to carry on, that and knowing her reward should she be there to watch Bria at work. Beth got the idea to check the roster for Sadie. Leaving Bria for a mere moment, she checked the work computer she accessed to check the list of attendees. Shortly after filtering the list, Beth's eyes lit up. 'Sadie Orison: one minute ago.'

Sadie arrived, wearing her thin green dress from earlier, with a party of several women and a man, and the first place they visited was the bar and ordered several drinks. The five of them chatted while getting the night started with some drinking games and dancing on the floor. Later in the night, Sadie slipped away from her group, stumbling towards the bathroom, but ended up in the arms of another guy. Sadie began flirting with him before her old group stood up to look for her. The two men met face to face and got into an altercation. While there was some light pushing and shoving, it didn't quite devolve into a large fight, with the original man being escorted out by security. Sadie went around partying with the new guy and getting more booze with her girls and, occasionally let the guy she hit on earlier try approaching her but teased him away. Before long, several other party boys arrived, looking like friends of the original man, and began to push back on the guy. A fight broke out, and the crowd slowly turned their attention to the events unfolding, starting a chant and curious to see things go down while others backed away. Sadie stood back and filmed everything. Her friends, likewise, backing her up with their own films from different angles, before security finally intervened and kicked out the troublemakers.

Sadie might have enjoyed relishing in what might be one the best nights she filmed her material, as entire groups of boys got into the fight, thinking this could be one the biggest hits she got in a long time. Little did she expect that just one floor above, looking down on her, Bria had her own film being recorded with Sadie being the subject of a new little documentary about her, with some slight commentary only adding to the already damning evidence. Beth helped direct her recordings to her friends as well, who were trying to film from better angles at the exact spot the fight was going to break out at long before the fight actually happened.

"It's all here," Bria said with a malicious chuckle.

"What are you going to do now?" Beth asked.

"What do you think?" Bria looked over to Beth, a confident smirk shown in the dim neon lit room.

"How about we get an exclusive show?"