Down the goth's throat while the punk performs for you.

You're honestly enjoying this blowjob so much that it feels wrong to put a stop to it, and you certainly don't mind the prospect of blowing your load in the goth bitch's skilled mouth. Relaxing back against the bar, you maintain your gentle grip on her head while letting her do her thing, not rushing to your peak, but not making any effort to delay it either. A quick glance down reveals that she's no longer glaring up at you, but has her eyes closed in focus, seemingly resigned to what's happening and wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, you turn your attention back to the punk. She's still rubbing her clit, fingertips moving in fast, precise circles. Just below, you can see that her lips are swollen and pink, glistening with a sheen of wetness; if it weren't for the music, you suspect she'd be making audible slick sounds. However, despite the pleasure her body is clearly feeling, the only sign her face shows is the same slight redness in her cheeks while she glares at you.

Why not make the show even better? "That feel good?"

She snorts derisively. "Yeah, dumbass, I know how to get myself off."

"Let me hear it, then," you instruct. "Moan and talk dirty. Tell me how it is."

The punk rolls her eyes and makes a sound that you think for a second is a groan of disgust, but which quickly becomes an unmistakable moan of lust. "Yeah, it feels fucking good." The annoyance is still audible in her voice, but it's clear the feeling she's expressing isn't faked; she's obviously not the least bit ashamed to be getting off or enjoying it, only bothered at having to put on a show of it for you. "Uuunnhhh, my cunt's fucking throbbing," she groans, still glaring at you all the while. "I'm so wet, uuh, I love rubbing my clit. Ooohhh, God, I'm such a fucking shit-hot bad bitch, all these assholes are lucky they get to watch me play with my perfect fucking cunt." You realize she is, indeed, attracting a bit of a crowd; while the music keeps her from being audible from more than a few feet away, a small circle of spectators have turned their attention away from the stage to watch the more interesting show the three of you are putting on. You catch a couple of cheers.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum," you say as you turn back to the punk. The goth bitch's technique and this feast for the eyes and ears have you right on the brink, and you want to make it as good as possible.

"Uuunh, yeah, I'm gonna," the blue-haired bitch moans, now blatantly grinding her hips against her fingers. "I'm gonna fucking cum, you piece of shit, you better fucking enjoy it...yeah, uh, yeah, I'm cumming, it feels good, my cunt feels fucking good!" You watch eagerly as the punk strums her clit with abandon, shaking from head to platform boots as a small spurt of girlcum sprays from her pussy to stain the floor at her feet. Though her eyelids flutter as the waves wash over her, she never releases you from her withering glare.

That's more than enough for you. Burying your fingers in the goth girl's hair, you hold her head in place as you let loose your load, her lips suctioned tight around the base of your dick. She seems to be ready for it, because as soon as you shoot your first jet, she swallows, not so much as spluttering as you pump a not-inconsiderable volume of cum down her throat hard.

As you and the punk bitch both come down from your highs, you turn your attention back to your fellatrix, carefully sliding her head back and off your dick once you're sure you're done. As soon as she's free, she lifts her eyes to look daggers up at you once again. Before she can say a word, you cut her off. "Ahegao and moan like a slut."

Without hesitation, the goth rolls her eyes back, opens her mouth, and lets her tongue loll out an impressive distance down toward her chin. Holding that expression of braindead bliss, she lets out a long, low moan of ecstasy that holds no note of falsity or sarcasm. However, as the last of the breath leaves her lungs, she instantly falls right back into her affect of withering disdain. The rush of commanding such a change almost sets you going all over again.

"Are you done?" she snaps, not getting up off the floor just yet.

Much as you might wish you could go another round, your body simply isn't up to it at the moment. However, before you can pronounce your satisfaction, a final idea pops into your mind. "Do you have an Instagram?"

One of the goth's dark eyebrows twitches. "Yeah. Why?"

"Get out your phone."

With another eyeroll, she retrieves the device from the small clutch bag at her side. "Take a selfie," you order her. "Your face with my dick next to it. And make it another ahegao."

The goth heaves a sigh, seeming more resigned than bothered at this point. "Fine." Holding up her phone, she uses her other hand to press your half-hard dick against her cheek, rolling her eyes and sticking out her tongue again. The flash goes off, capturing the scene.

"Now post it," you command. "With the sluttiest caption you can think of."

Taking this as permission to stand up, the goth silently pulls up her account and uploads the photo. You watch as she types for a few seconds, her screen momentarily hidden from you, before hitting the last button and turning it to show you the result. "Slutty enough for you?" she says sarcastically. The caption reads, This asshole just got to experience what my cock-hungry bad bitch mouth can do. Want to find out for yourself? The post already has several likes, and as you watch, the count continues to rise.

Your lip curls in a smirk. "Yeah, that'll do."

With that, you turn and leave the bar, deciding you don't need another drink after all, and head back into the crowd. Your friend should be back from the bathroom by now anyway, and he's probably wondering where you are. As you leave without a farewell, you hear the two girls grumbling to one another, no doubt saying some very unkind things.