Jack

The car screeched to a halt outside the neon-lit club, it seemed different at day, but still bustling. Before the engine even died, Danny fumbled with the door handle, her breath ragged. Cool day air hit her flushed cheeks as she stumbled onto the curb, her legs trembling. The wetness between them made her jeans cling uncomfortably. Behind her, his door slammed. "Running won't help any faster?" He laughed

The neon glow of the club’s sign flickered across Danny’s face as she hesitated at the entrance, her pulse still racing from the car. The heavy bass thrummed through the cracked-open door, but the crowd inside was sparse, just a few stragglers nursing drinks in dim corners, it was the middle of the say of course. Her breath hitched as she scanned the room, her damp jeans chafing with every step. Then she saw him. Jack sat slumped at the bar, half-empty glass dangling from his fingers. His dark hair was messy, Danny’s stomach twisted. He hadn’t noticed her yet. But she realised, he was likely her best bet at finding Sam.

Danny’s fingers dug into her stepbrother’s sleeve, her nails biting through the fabric as she jerked him to a stop just inside the club’s threshold. "There," she hissed, voice ragged. Her free hand trembled as she pointed toward the bar, where Jack’s slumped figure cast a long shadow under the sickly neon glow. "He knows where she is!"

Danny’s stepbrother let out a low chuckle, his grip tightening around her wrist as he dragged her toward the bar. "You really think he’s gonna just tell us?" His breath was hot against her ear, mocking. "Look at him, he’s too busy drowning in his own shit to care about yours." Jack barely glanced up as they approached, his bleary eyes flickering over Danny before settling on the way her damp jeans clung to her thighs. A slow, lazy smirk curled his lips. "Damn, Danny," he slurred, lifting his glass in a sloppy toast. "You look, still super hot"

Danny’s stepbrother shoved her forward, his fingers digging into the small of her back. "Where’s Sam?" he demanded, voice rough with impatience. Jack’s smirk widened as he fumbled for his phone, the screen casting a sickly glow across his face. "Oh, she’s busy," he drawled, thumb swiping lazily.

The phone screen glowed in Jack’s unsteady grip, the image sharp enough to make Danny’s breath catch. Sam, flushed and breathless, her big tits bouncing for dear life, as she rode a huge black cock. The camera angle was deliberate, close enough to see the stretch of her lips around him, the slick shine between her thighs. Danny’s stepbrother let out a low whistle, his grip on her waist tightening. "Busy, huh?" His thumb rubbed circles into the damp fabric of her shirt, mocking. "Guess we know where she really went."

Jack’s grin was all teeth as he tilted the screen toward them. Jack turned the volume up with a deliberate flick of his thumb. Moans spilled into the air, raw and unfiltered,Sam's breathy whimpers, the wet slap of skin, the deep groans of the man beneath her. Danny's knees nearly buckled as the sounds wrapped around her, each gasp and shuddering cry echoing in her bones, she started to feel... jealous.

Jack leaned in, his whiskey-sour breath hot against her ear. "Red head rides well, doesn't she?" His chuckle was low, taunting. The phone screen stayed tilted toward her, forcing her to watch Sam's hips roll.

Danny’s fingers clenched into fists, her nails biting into her palms as the video played on loop,Sam’s flushed skin, the obscene glide of her body, the way she whimpered as she was filled. Jealousy twisted hot and ugly in her gut, but beneath it, something darker pulsed, need.

"Where?" she demanded, voice ragged. "Where the fuck is she?" Jack smirked, swiping to another video, his one closer, the camera angled down between Aarons legs, as a delighted Sam fucked his huge black cock between her tits.

Jack’s grin turned filthy as he tucked the phone back into his pocket, his fingers lingering just a little too long on the screen. "She’s at the Aarons, number 6, potters street," he drawled, leaning back against the bar. "But you ain’t getting shit for free." His gaze dropped to Danny’s lips, then lower, lingering where her thighs pressed together. "You got what you want, but, I want something in return."

"Fuck that!" Danny insulted Jack, quickly turning around, "Lets fucking go." She ordered her step bro, before rushing off.

Her step bro hesisted a little, "Hey I'll give you my deets, send those vids!" He laughed to Jack, before following her.

"Sure thing, but you gotta get me hers too!" Jack shouted back, just loud enough so only Dannys Step Bro could hear.