Sarah wants to as well

Mia leaned back, sipped her drink, and watched Sarah with an amused, almost pitying smile. The blonde was now thoroughly tipsy—her eyes glassy, her movements a bit too exaggerated, her cheeks deep red. Between her legs, Sarah could still feel the constant, warm throbbing of her soaking-wet pussy.

“Mia… please,” Sarah began softly but urgently, sliding even closer. “I want that too. A life like that. Help me. What do I have to do? Do you see a chance for me?”

Mia shook her head immediately, gently stroking Sarah’s cheek. Her voice sounded genuinely concerned.

“No way, sweetie. You’re way too sweet. Too nice. Too… innocent. I don’t want you to get mixed up in those circles. It’s not for you.”

Sarah’s eyes flashed. The **** gave her courage. “I’m old enough, Mia. I can decide this for myself. I want it. Really. Please… I want to live like you.”

Mia sighed heavily, as if wrestling with herself. She ran her fingers through her long dark hair.

“I’d be really sorry if it went wrong. In the beginning, it was anything but pretty. I went through a lot of shit. Humiliations you can’t even imagine. It’s hard. And risky.”

Sarah reached for Mia’s hand and squeezed it tightly. Her voice was hoarse with excitement and determination.

“I’d really do anything to get a chance from you. Anything.”

Mia looked at her for a long time. Her dark eyes bored into Sarah’s. Then she whispered slowly, almost dangerously quietly:

“Would you really do anything?”

“Yes.” Sarah’s answer came immediately, without hesitation.

Mia smiled darkly. “Yes? And what exactly would you do, Sarah?”

Sarah swallowed. Her heart was racing. “I don’t know… I… I’d kiss you right here in front of everyone again. Just like before.”

Mia laughed softly and shook her head. “That’s not even close to enough. If you’re serious about this, you have to show me that you really want it. That you’re ready to let yourself go.”

Sarah’s breathing quickened. “How… how can I prove that?”

“Make me some suggestions,” Mia said calmly, leaning back. Her own nipples were still pressing clearly against the half-open zipper. “Show me how far you’d go.”

Sarah thought feverishly. Her cheeks were flushed. “I… I could finger you in the bathroom. Make you come.”

Mia raised an eyebrow and smiled almost pityingly. “That’s sweet, but that’s not the point, baby. Usually, the girl is the one being played with—not the sugar daddy. He just watches or gives instructions. Think of something better.”

Sarah’s gaze wandered restlessly around the room. The lights, the dancing crowd, the low bar where Mia had been dancing so hotly earlier… Suddenly she knew.

“I’d go up there,” she said in a trembling but determined voice, pointing to the table. “And dance for you. In front of everyone. Just for you.”

Mia’s eyes lit up. She leaned very close to Sarah’s ear, her lips brushing her earlobe.

“Would you dare to go up there bare-bottomed? And with your tits peeking out a little?”

Sarah didn’t hesitate for a second. The **** and the burning excitement had almost completely burned away any sense of shame. She reached under her short red dress, hooked her fingers into her soaking-wet panties, and slowly pulled them down. The wet fabric slid over her thighs, and a cool breeze brushed over her bare, dripping pussy. She stuffed the soaked panties into her handbag.

Mia grinned with satisfaction. She pulled Sarah toward her, kissing her deeply and greedily, while her hands worked on the dress at the same time. With a tug, she pulled the top part way down, so that Sarah’s plump breasts were almost completely exposed—only the hard, light-pink nipples peeked out cheekily. At the same time, she pushed the hem of the dress indecently high up, so that the underside of Sarah’s firm, round ass was clearly visible. Every movement would now expose her bare, glistening pussy and the base of her ass.

Mia broke away from the kiss, licked her lips, and whispered hotly:

“Come on, show me what you can do. Show me how well you could seduce men. Pretend I’m that man. Dance for me, Sarah.”

Sarah stood up, her heart pounding, her pussy bare and dripping beneath the far-too-short dress. Her nipples were rock-hard and pressed tellingly through the thin fabric.

Oh God… I’m really doing this, she thought, as a shiver of shame and horny excitement raced through her body. And it’s making me so damn wet.

Sarah climbed onto the low bar with trembling legs. The crowd around her fell silent for a moment, then a murmur rose up. The red dress had already slipped completely out of place: The top hung loosely beneath her breasts, which now bounced freely with every movement, the hard, pale pink nipples pointing straight forward. The hem had ridden up over her hips, so that her bare, round ass and her freshly shaved, glistening young pussy were visible to anyone looking her way.

And they were. All of them.

Sarah had eyes only for Mia. She danced as if there were only the two of them in the world. Her hips circled slowly, then more and more wildly; she arched her back, ran both hands through her blonde hair, and let it fall lasciviously over her shoulders. With every turn and every deep squat, her thighs parted—revealing a view of her bare pussy.

Her outer labia were full and closed, still slightly whitish from the fresh shave. In between, the delicate, pale pink inner lips peeked out just enough—a sharp, innocent-yet-wicked contrast. Her pussy glistened with wetness; the moisture drew glittering threads as she spread her legs. Everyone within a five-meter radius could see how aroused she was. How ready.

The poses grew bolder and bolder. She squatted low, spread her knees wide, ran her hands up her own thighs, brushing just along her dripping slit. Then she turned, bent forward so her ass jutted directly into the crowd, her cheeks slightly spread. Her tits hung heavily downward, swaying with every movement. The dress was now useless—it just hung around her waist like a crumpled belt.

Mia stood right in front of her, cell phone held high, filming everything in high definition. She laughed quietly to herself, her eyes dark with triumph.

God, what a cheap little slut she is…, Mia thought with satisfaction. Just a few hours ago, the good little sister—and now she’s standing here, pussy and ass wide open for everyone, dancing like a cheap stripper. Just because I teased her a little. Lisa is going to be thrilled.

The song ended with a hard bass drop. Sarah jumped off the table straight into Mia’s arms. Their naked, hot bodies collided. Immediately, their mouths fused into a wild, slobbery kiss. Tongues licked greedily, saliva running down their chins. Mia held Sarah pressed tightly against her—one hand on the back of her neck, the other deep in her back—and slowly spun her in a circle so that everyone standing around could view Sarah’s exposed body from all sides.

Many pulled out their cell phones. Flashes went off. One guy crouched down, holding his phone just inches below Sarah’s dripping pussy and filming upward from below, while at the same time keeping her face in the frame. Sarah barely noticed. She kissed Mia even more greedily, moaning softly into her mouth, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.

Mia grinned into the kiss. Her hand wandered lower. First she kneaded Sarah’s bare breast, twisting the rock-hard nipple, then she slid over the flat stomach, between the spread thighs.

Two fingers stroked slowly and firmly through the wet, hot slit. Sarah flinched and whimpered. Mia briefly massaged the swollen clit, circling it with her thumb—then, without warning, she thrust two fingers deep into Sarah’s soaking wet pussy.

“Ahh… fuck!” Sarah moaned loudly into Mia’s mouth.

Mia fucked her with her fingers—deep, fast, purposefully. The smacking, wet sound was clearly audible despite the music. Sarah’s legs trembled, her knees went weak. She clung tightly to Mia as her pussy spasmed around the penetrating fingers.

It didn’t take twenty seconds.

Sarah came hard, right in front of everyone. Her whole body tensed up; she pressed her face into Mia’s neck and let out a quiet scream. Her pussy squirted lightly against Mia’s hand; warm wetness ran over her fingers and dripped onto the floor. The waves of orgasm made her twitch uncontrollably; her bare tits quivered, her nipples rock-hard.

Mia slowly pulled her fingers out, held them up so everyone could see the glistening wetness, and licked them with relish while looking deep into Sarah’s glassy eyes.

“Good girl,” she whispered in her ear. “You just passed your first real job interview.”

Sarah hung panting and trembling in Mia’s arms, her pussy still open and dripping, the dress completely useless around her waist.

Oh God… everyone saw it… everyone saw me come…, she thought, as a new wave of shame and horny excitement rushed through her.