Take the punk from behind.

The girls don't appear to have noticed you yet, at least not as anything more than another face in the crowd. Deciding not to give them any advance warning, you go ahead and unzip, fishing your quickly hardening cock out of your underwear. Reaching into your pocket, you retrieve the small bottle of lube you carry as a matter of habit; squeezing a measure onto your palm, you quickly spread it along the length of your erection. Stowing the bottle again, you walk up to the pair, dick leading the way, and, without a word, seize the blue-haired punk by the hips.

She stiffens immediately, head whipping around to shoot a withering glare at you over her shoulder. "Yo, what the fuck?" Undeterred, you bring your own hips forward, doing your best to line yourself up quickly without bringing in a hand to assist. You get it on the second attempt, feeling the familiar texture of the punk girl's pussy against your cockhead. Relying on the lube to ease your way, you push forward, and are rewarded as her lips part around you. They don't give effortlessly, but it's nothing too difficult, and in another moment, you're sheathed inside her to the base.

The punk makes no effort to stop you, of course, but her glare turns shocked. "Oh, dude, come on!"

Beside you, you hear the goth girl let out a derisive snort; you glance over in time to see her rolling her eyes. "Welp, there goes your gold star, I guess."

"Fuck off!" the punk snarls, stuttering a little as you start to thrust, holding onto her hips while you clap her cheeks. "This shit does not fucking count...." With a groan, she adjusts her arms atop the bar to support herself against your thrusting. "You'd better not cum in me, asshole." You pay her no mind, too absorbed in the feeling of her hot, quickly moistening pussy squeezing your dick.

Although you're enjoying the hell out of fucking one bad bitch, it seems a shame to ignore the other one standing right next to you. As you glance her way again, she looks up from sipping on her drink to pointedly roll her eyes at you. Undaunted, you take one hand off the punk's waist to reach over and seize the goth around the middle, pulling her toward you; her eyes briefly widen in surprise before narrowing in a glare. Before she can muster some no-doubt biting comment, you pull her into a kiss, crushing your lips against hers and pushing your tongue hungrily into her mouth. Despite her disdain, she responds, as you knew she would, with perfect eagerness, stroking her tongue against yours and sucking on your lips. You're quite sure she's still thinking about how she just wants this to be over, and the contrast between that fact and the compliance she shows with her body is a thrill more intoxicating than any liquor. You reach around behind her to grope her ass as you continue to make out, finding you were right in your guess that those panties leave it mostly bare. As you explore with your fingers, wandering between her cheeks, you're pleasantly surprised to feel something hard protruding from her asshole behind the tiny garment: the base of a buttplug. You feel a shiver run through the goth girl's body as you press against it, and entertain yourself by teasing it in and out as you ravish her mouth.

This is all bringing you swiftly to a climax, your cock swelling to its absolute hardest inside the punk. Seeming to sense it, she twists her head to catch your eye again, still glaring, but seeming resigned to this happening. "Hey, dude," she says urgently, "I'm not on the pill. Can you pull out?"