The betrayal continues.

Mia and Lisa stood side by side on the brightly lit stage.

Lisa was half-naked. Only a pair of panties covered her pussy. Her body was still glistening with water and foam, her breasts heavy and her nipples hard. She smiled relaxed at the crowd, as if she were having a perfectly normal conversation. Behind the two women, the giant screen glowed. Jan had edited everything perfectly and was playing it on an endless loop: the panicked faces of the four friends as they realized their clothes were dissolving, as they tried to cover themselves while naked and handcuffed behind their backs—and now the live feed from the shower. You could see the four women desperately trying to scrub the foam and the remnants of their shirts off their bodies. Water pounded against their naked bodies. The perverse tattoos on their tits, bellies, and right above their pussies were crystal clear.

Lisa took the microphone and began in a calm, sweet voice:

“Dear sex-goers… I hope we didn’t promise too much and that you’ve already had a lot of fun for your admission fee. For 50 euros, you can certainly expect a lot.”

The over 200 people in the hall cheered loudly and clapped.

Lisa waited a moment until things quieted down again, then continued:

“Actually, I wanted to leave the four girls alone now… but did you hear how they just wanted to leave me behind? Lucky for me I stayed on stage, otherwise you probably would’ve torn me apart.” The crowd laughed lewdly. Lisa smiled wickedly.

“So… I want to get **** on those four. Until now, I’ve never given them names because I thought they were unimportant. But I’m going to make up for that now.” She turned slightly toward the screen and pointed at the shower. “The one on the left, who’s trying so desperately to wash the soap off her tits… that’s Verena. 23 years old. The sensible one of the group, studying sports and working part-time as a trainer at a gym.”

The camera zoomed mercilessly in on Verena. Verena was a picture-perfect young woman with long, wavy dark-blonde hair that was now plastered wet against her back. Her face was finely chiseled, with high cheekbones and large, expressive green-brown eyes that were currently wide with shame and panic. She had a slim, athletic body with a narrow waist, long legs, and firm, round C-cup breasts that jiggled with every movement. Her nipples were small, light pink, and stiff from the cold water. On her left breast, the words CUM HERE were emblazoned in bold letters; on her flat stomach, directly above her bare, shaved pussy, stood TEAM BRIDE SLUT.

Verena desperately tried to wash the paint off. The water ran in streams over her breasts, flowed between her legs, and dripped from her smooth, slightly swollen pussy. She turned slightly to cover her body, but this only revealed even more of her round, firm ass, which also bore red handprints.

“Verena… good, sensible Verena. Just look at her. She really thought she was here just for fun.”

Lisa smiled maliciously.

“And you know what? This is her real Facebook page.” The big screen changed, and Jan brought up Verena’s profile. “The page is getting flooded right now with all the photos from tonight. Guys. Keep sharing them. ”

The crowd cheered.

“By the way, Verena is in a long-distance relationship. She hasn’t seen her boyfriend in four months. And because she doesn’t tolerate the pill well, she just stopped taking it recently…”

Lisa paused dramatically.

“So… she’s currently unprotected, fertile, and walking around with a dripping pussy. How convenient.”

“Next up is Steffi. The sassy one of the group. She wants to be an engineer and already works at a big mechanical engineering firm.” The screen changes again.

“Here’s her LinkedIn and her Facebook page. I bet her coworkers are thrilled right now to get all these new insights into their colleague.”

Steffi was visible on the screen. She was a bit shorter than Verena, had a very feminine, curvy body with heavy D-cup tits that jiggled heavily with every movement. Her nipples were large and thick, with wide, dark areolas. The water ran over her full breasts, pooled at her nipples, and dripped down in long strands. Her ass was round and plump, the skin still red from the many slaps and gropes. Her pussy was also clean-shaven, the outer lips full and fleshy, the inner lips clearly visible and glistening.

Lisa smiled contentedly at the crowd.

“Look at them… two good, sensible girls, now standing naked in the shower with kinky tattoos, trying to wash away their shame. And all of this live for you.”

The crowd cheered loudly and held up their cell phones.

Lisa still stood naked and confident on stage, the microphone held loosely in her hand, while the live feed from the shower played behind her.

“Then there’s Madeleine and Tanja,” she continued, pointing to the two women currently standing under the pounding water. “Those two are a little weird, don’t you think? They’re always hanging out together. Officially, they both have boyfriends… but Steffi once told me in confidence that they don’t actually fuck their boyfriends. It’s probably more of an alibi.”

The crowd laughed lewdly. On the screen, it was clearly visible how Madeleine and Tanja were trying to wash each other under the shower. Madeleine was a slim, athletic 24-year-old with long, dark hair that clung wetly to her back. Her tits were firm and perky, with large, dark areolas and thick, stiff nipples. Her stomach was flat, and beneath it read Sperm Dumpster for the Bride. Her pussy was completely shaved smooth, the outer labia plump and slightly parted, the inner lips longer and deep pink, glistening with water and her own juices.

Tanja was a bit curvier, with heavy D-cup tits that jiggled heavily with every movement. Her nipples were large and dark, the areolas wide. Her ass was round and plump, her pussy also clean-shaven, with fleshy, slightly sagging inner lips peeking out wet and shiny between the outer ones.

Madeleine tried to reach Tanja’s tits with her body, rubbing her own wet breasts against Tanja’s heavy tits to wash away the lather. As she did so, her hard nipples kept sliding over Tanja’s. Tanja moaned softly and instinctively pressed herself tighter against Madeleine. Their pussies touched briefly as they tried to wash each other’s backs.

The touches grew increasingly intimate.

Tanja turned slightly so that her wet pussy pressed against Madeleine’s thigh. Madeleine slowly rubbed her thigh up and down while trying to “wash” Tanja’s ass with her body. Both moaned softly; their movements grew slower, more sensual. Tanja slid a leg between Madeleine’s thighs; her wet, smooth pussy rubbed against Madeleine’s thigh. Madeleine returned the gesture, pressing her own dripping slit against Tanja’s hip.

The two women rubbed against each other more and more openly, their wet bodies sliding over one another, tits pressing together, nipples rubbing hard. Their pussies left shiny trails on each other’s thighs.

It was a small, unintentional, but extremely hot lesbian show.

The crowd on the screen and in the club went wild. Lisa just smiled contentedly.

“Look at them… two so-called ‘girlfriends’ who are currently rubbing their pussies against each other’s thighs while trying to wash themselves. How cute.”

The four women in the shower didn’t even realize anymore that they were putting on a lesbian show live for the entire club.