Get the goth to blow you.

The girls don't appear to have noticed you yet, at least not as anything more than another face in the crowd. Well, you're not about to make yourself easy to ignore. Approaching confidently, you come close enough to hear their conversation, the punk's voice raised a little to be audible over the music. "I dunno, I think she's just trying to get me to move in with her. Fuck that."

The goth gives a derisive snort. "I don't see why you...." She trails off as she notices you walking up, turning a withering look on you. "Yeah?"

If she expects you to be cowed, she'll be disappointed. "Suck my cock," you say without preamble, giving her perhaps the faintest hint of a smirk.

Her eyes narrow in displeasure, her crimson lips curling in a sneer. "Really, dude?" You don't say anything. After a moment, she rolls her eyes. "Fine, whatever."

As she drops into a squat, you move to stand where she was, leaning back against the bar. Scooting around to accommodate, the goth girl reaches for your belt buckle and sets about freeing your already full erection, still wearing a look of resigned displeasure. Next to you, the punk watches with a similar sneer. "Ugh. See, shit like this is why I'm a lesbian."

You and the goth both ignore her as your cock springs free of your underwear, nearly slapping the black-haired girl in the face, though she dodges just in time. Shooting one last glare up at you that clearly sends the message that she just wants to get this over with, she parts her lips and swallows your length in one smooth motion, her throat accepting all of you without so much as a gag. No surprise a bad bitch like her is a cocksucking pro, and despite her apparent ****, she quickly begins to demonstrate as much, bobbing her head steadily and applying constant suction that makes her throat feel like a pussy milking you.

Exceptional as her treatment is, it seems a waste to ignore the second perfectly good baddie right next to you. Thinking about it for a second, you come up with a devilish idea. "Hey." She's making a big show of ignoring you, sipping on her drink with her eyes fixed on the ceiling, but as you glance her way, she shoots you a sidelong glare. "Face me and masturbate," you instruct her.

The punk's eyes narrow, but she actually seems less bothered than you'd expected; probably she's just relieved that you're not touching her. She huffs a sigh and turns to stand facing you. "If you say so." Squatting down slightly to spread her thighs, she lets a hand fall to her shaved pussy and begins strumming her clit. Getting your first look at her front, you admire more tattoos adorning the skin revealed by her unzipped jacket. As she finds the right rhythm with her fingers, she keeps her gaze fixed on your face with that same glare, but judging by the flush that creeps into her cheeks and the way she starts subtly rocking her hips against her hand after a moment, you can tell she's at least enjoying herself a little. The display brings you a special kind of rush. Sure, you might not be touching her, but there's something intoxicating about making a woman who has zero interest in you pleasure herself solely for your enjoyment, knowing her body is appreciating the experience whether she wants it to or not.

Not bothering to suppress your smirk, you enjoy the punk's **** exhibitionism while the goth goes to town on your dick. Resting your hands on the noirette's head, you consider the many delicious options before you while your orgasm steadily builds.