They're able to stick to their plan. For now.

Carrie and Miranda had been in the club, and drunk, for a while by the time they had actually allowed themselves to start having fun and dancing with guys, still sticking to their guns on the "buy their own drinks" rule they set for themselves.

"I wish you ladies would let us buy you at least one round," one of the guys, named Steven, whispered to Miranda, telling her how much of a fan of hers and Carrie's he was.

"Sorry baby, heard some things about this place," Miranda tells him as he slides his hands away from her hips and puts them under her skirt, rubbing along the outline of her hot pussy.

"MMM...kiss me..." Miranda moaned in his ear as he played with her pussy, feeling like she was giving in to his advances more than she should.

Carrie had also found a hot guy to dance with in Steven's friend Russ, who was currently making out quite aggressively with her.

"UH..." Carrie moaned as Russ undid her belt and slid his hands into her shorts, pushing her panties aside and starting to attack her pussy as she kissed his neck.