Not This Time

As they turned toward the staircase, a door to their left burst open and a muscular gym bro in a tight tank top stepped out, his eyes widening before curling into a sneer of disgust. "What the fuck are you freaks doing here?" he spat, his voice dripping with contempt as he looked them up and down, his gaze lingering on their exposed, rock-hard cocks with a mixture of revulsion and something darker.

Jasmine's lips curled into a lazy, predatory smile as she took a step toward him, her hips swaying hypnotically, the jade latex clinging to every curve as she opened her mouth to respond, but before she could speak, another figure, a burly black man in a stained hoodie, shoved past them on the staircase, his shoulder deliberately slamming into Richie's back as he muttered, "Fucking degenerates," under his breath, sending the dark-haired sissiboi stumbling forward with a breathless gasp that quickly morphed into a low, husky giggle as she caught herself against the railing, her glossy fingers tracing the metal as she turned to watch him descend, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that promised retribution.