Maybe after a drink

Tikka angrily grabbed at the icy bucket she carried earlier. “I got your wine for you, you royal bitch!” She raised it over her head to swing when Delisha gently stopped her.

“Hold it, angel. I got a better one. Got any champagne there?” Tikka produced the bottle, which Delisha held grinning and shook up. Baroness’ eyes widened.

“Wha wha… what are you doing with that!?” She tried to crawl to safety (or at least a weapon) when Tikka sat down on her back. Delisha gave the bottle one last shake, uncorked it, and shoved it immediately into Baroness’ vagina.

She yowled and screamed and hooted madly, clawing at the ground and kicking futilely as the white froth streamed from her orifice. She was crying as the bubbling fluid filled her up completely and kept coming.

“ALRIGHT! Alright, I’ll do it! Just get it ouuuuuuut!” she wailed. Delisha unplugged it from her, shoving her feet viciously into Baroness’ face.

“An’ lick em good, eh? Haven’t washed em in a few days and they’re startin to get a bit mangy.” Baroness made a disgusted face, but licked anyway at the rocker’s bare feet, kissing and sucking at them as she raised her fists triumphantly to the crowd, who went absolutely wild.

“Now you’re MY bitch, bitch,” Delisha growled at her, grinning. “And this time, you ol’ tightass, we’ll see if we can’t loosen you up a bit. In more ways than one.” She grabbed Tikka again and kissed her sloppily as Baroness did the same to her feet.