Slut Training.

The crowd's cheers grew louder, a symphony of approval that echoed through the cavernous warehouse. Rachel pulled away, her eyes dark with desire. "Now, Max," Rachel whispered, her voice barely audible over the pulsing bass. "Show them what you're made of." She guided Max's hand to her own breast, her skin slick with sweat. Max gasped as Rachel arched into her touch, the sensation electric. Chloe pressed against Max's back, her hands sliding around Max's waist, her breath hot on Max's neck. Max felt caught between them, a prisoner of their passion, and she surrendered completely to the moment.

Rachel's lips found Max's shoulder, her teeth grazing skin in a possessive kiss. Max moaned, her head falling back as Chloe's fingers slid lower. The crowd surged forward, voices merging into a chant: *More! More! More!* Rachel smirked, grabbing Max's hips and guiding her toward the stage's edge. Below, faces blurred into a sea of hungry eyes—some jeering, others mesmerized. Rachel's hand slipped between Max's legs, fingers stoking an inferno Max had never known. Max cried out, buckling against Rachel's grip. Chloe's laughter rang in her ear, sharp and wild. "Look at her, Rach. She's perfect."

Rachel spun Max around, pressing her bare back against Chloe's chest. "Hold her," Rachel commanded. Chloe obeyed, arms locking around Max's waist like steel bands. Max trembled, exposed and pinned. Rachel knelt slowly, eyes never leaving Max's face. The music pulsed—thump-thump-thump—like a shared heartbeat. Rachel's breath ghosted over Max's inner thigh. "You taste like fear," Rachel murmured. "Sweet." She licked a slow trail upward. Max gasped, fingers tangling in Chloe's hair. The warehouse stank of sweat, stale beer, and something primal—copper and musk.

Chloe chuckled into Max's shoulder. "She fucking owns you now." Her teeth scraped Max's pulse point. Rachel's tongue circled higher, deliberate and cruel. Max's hips jerked involuntarily.

Rachel hummed approval, vibrations travelling straight to Max's core. "Open." Rachel's order hung in the air. Max parted her legs wider, shame and arousal twisting together. Rachel dove in, tongue thrusting deep. Max cried out, back arching.

Chloe tightened her grip, grinding against Max's ass. "Fuck yes," Chloe breathed. "Look at them watch." Dozens of eyes devoured them—cigarette tips glowing like predator eyes in the dark.

Rachel pulled back slick and grinning. "Still pure, Caulfield?" She stood, fingers plunging into Max's wetness without warning. Max whimpered, legs shaking. Rachel twisted her fingers, making Max gasp. "Feel that? That's hunger. And I'm gonna feed it." Rachel withdrew, glistening fingers held up to Chloe's lips. "Taste her." Chloe obeyed, sucking Rachel's fingers clean with a groan. Rachel's grin sharpened. "Now her."

Chloe spun Max around, pinning her against Rachel's body. Rachel grabbed Max's jaw, forcing it open as Chloe crushed their mouths together. Max tasted herself on Chloe's tongue—musky, electric. Rachel pressed close behind, her bare breasts against Max's back, hands sliding possessively over Max's hipbones. "You both need something inside you," Rachel murmured against Max's ear. The crowd roared. Someone threw a condom packet onto the stage. Rachel laughed, low and dangerous. "See? They know what you crave."

"Chloe, hold her legs open." Chloe obeyed instantly, dropping to her knees and gripping Max's ankles. Max gasped, exposed under the searing lights. "Watch me ruin you." She pushed two fingers deep into Max without warning. Max cried out, back arching, as Rachel curled her fingers—a ruthless, practiced motion. Pleasure ripped through her, sharp and undeniable. Her legs trembled in Chloe's grip.

Rachel withdrew, fingers coated and glistening. She pressed them against Max's mouth. "Suck. Taste how wet you are for strangers." Max obeyed, the tang flooding her senses—salty, electric. The crowd chanted *fuck her!* Chloe watched, pupils wide and dark. Rachel grabbed Chloe's jaw. "Your turn, Price." She thrust her wet fingers into Chloe's mouth. Chloe groaned around them, sucking hard, her eyes locked on Rachel. The bass throbbed, syncing with the pulse between Max's legs.