Watching the security cameras

Vi juts her hip out, pursing her lips as she checks the way the dress fits over her. “Thoughts?” She asks the short green-haired girl behind her.

Ari looks over the small mirror in her hand, the other holding a small brush to her cheek. “Nice ass.”

“I’m serious!” Vi says.

Ari snickers. “Yeah, it’s good, babe. Relax. It’s a girls' night tonight.”

“I still want to look good.” Vi whines. She pushes her hair out of her face with a quick flick of her wrist. “And we’re gonna dance. Right?”

“Why the fuck else would we go out?” Ari replies from the bed.

“Exactly!” Vi smooths the outfit down. “We still want guys to dance with us, we still gotta look good.”

“You were not this horny a few months ago.” Ari chuckles. “I fuck with it.”

Vi looks over her shoulder, shooting Ari a narrowed, playful glare. “You’re a terrible influence.”

“Me?!” She says indignantly. “Yeah, blame a woman, why don’t you?”

Vi rolls her eyes and sits on the edge of her bed. “You ready soon?”

“Yeah soon. Few more mins. Where are we going again?”

“This club I’ve been to a few times.” Vi replies, picking up her phone and standing in front of the mirror.

“Yeah, bitch. What’s it called?” Ari asks.

“Club Nysa.” Vi answers between selfies.

“Nysa? Fuck does that mean?” Ari asks.

“Dunno. Never bothered asking.”

“Right.” Ari laughs. “You’re friends with the owner. What’s her name again?”

“Maki.” Vi answers.

Ari nods putting the small mirror down and after a moment of staring at the wall, her eyes narrow and her eyebrows furrow slightly, looking at Vi she asks. “Maki? Do I know her?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Sounds familiar.” Ari shrugs.

“I texted her telling her we’re coming. But I don’t think she will be there.”

“What’d she say?”

“That she’s busy, she’ll see if she can stop by.” Vi glances down at her phone. “Ari, can you take some photos for me? For socials?”

Maki chews on her thumbnail, one leg crossed beneath her, she leans over the desk, staring at the security cameras. Watching as Vi and Ari are waved through by the bouncer. She had been ecstatic when Vi reached out first, saying that she’s coming out tonight again, thinking she made yet another in, only to be severely frustrated when she mentioned that her friend would be coming with her.

Maki doesn’t want to risk being recognised by Ari. They haven’t met, but when this whole ordeal started; Maki blocked Sai and Ari on social media. Sai knows her, there’s a chance that Ari has seen photos of her, or Sai has more likely — blabbed about his poorly hidden crush on her, and showed Ari photos of her when they were younger.

She's sure that other people exist with the same name as her, so that should protect her — but she can't take that risk.

Maki pulls up her phone and stalks Vi’s now public social account. It had been private when they first met — well, when Maki arrived in this city that is, after getting Erik’s updated social account. Maki had tried to look her up but to no avail.

Why had she made it public? Maki had no idea, but as she stalked. She had noticed that her photos got more risque as time went on, the amount of likes she got increased, the flirty comments, the tagged preview photos from that photographer of hers. Hell, she was getting porn stars even she knew — Winona, Zelda — complimenting in the comments on her pictures.

Maki digs a nail into her thumb with anger.

“It’s not enough that you cheat on him, is it? You have to tell the world that you’re a slut…” She growls to herself, grabbing her whiskey and taking an angry swig.

She looks at the monitor. “Why does Erik let you do it though? He’s a nice guy, I get that. But he doesn’t have any boundaries at all with you? I know he’s not like that…”

She watches as the two girls visiting her club buy some shots from the bartender. “Does he… Enjoy seeing you act this way?” She asks aloud. Watching as Ari bends over, sticking her large ass out, how does a girl with a frame like hers get an ass like that, Maki wonders.

“Ha. Smart girl.” Maki says as Ari catches the eye of a tall, dark handsome man. Winking, Ari lures him over, getting him to flash his credit card. She watches as the bartender gets them cocktails, the girls thanking the man, flaunting their looks, before subtly, turning away from the guy, ‘engrossing’ themselves in their conversation. She watches the man slowly get shunned out of the conversation, before eventually, giving up and walking away. Taking the loss on the chin.

“Why did you have to be such a cheatin’ whore?” Maki asks, leaning back in her office chair, stretching her arms above her head, fingers interlocked. “We could’ve been such good friends!!”

She sighs with frustration, throwing herself forward and resting her elbow on the desk, eyes burning a hole into the security camera monitor. Watching as Vi and Ari saunter over to a booth to sit and have drinks.

“What if…” Maki muses as Ari sensually licks the rim of her glass, Vi stifling her laughter with her hand, the group of boys that came over watching with their mouths hanging open, stunned. “What if… Erik does like her like this?… Like, this Ari act’s the same way…”

“Nah, he can’t. Not with the stuff with his mom and Laura right?”

Maki grabs her phone, taking a break from her voyeurism of her stepbrother's girlfriend, she stalks Erik’s socials.

“A guy that looks like Erik? No shot.” She whispers, her glass of whiskey resting on her lips.

She scrolls through his account, every 3 photos and dumps or so including Vi. “Oh, Erik…”

She opens one of his photos, shirtless, at the beach, earlier this year Vi in one of the photos, looking a lot more reserved than she comes off now. She wears a bikini, but she has a sarong around her hips, a white cover-up button-up over her shoulders. “Hell.” She says, even the way she poses is different. Her hand is in front of her face, covering her nervous laugh, Maki goes down to her chest and she chuckles. “I guess some things will always look lewd.” Maki can relate, palming her own large chest.

She swipes again, Erik lying back on the beach towel, giving the camera a cheeky thumbs up, his abs and chest muscles reflecting the sunlight.

Maki switches to Vi’s profile. The only hint of Erik existing is from a dump from last year, probably close to when they started dating. One photo, taken by someone else, her arm linked through his, her head resting on his shoulder. “Man, he used to dress like shit.” She remarks staring at his boring fit.

She switches back and forth between Vi’s uploads, the photo with Erik, the beach photo and a recent post, her in the bathtub. Maki is, of course, unaware that a lot of those photos on Vi’s account, were taken by Erik himself, if the photo was not taken directly by him, it was chosen by him, and encouraged by him to post.

“She’s a slut, Erik.” Maki says softly, staring at her stepbrother's shirtless form. The alcohol loosened her inhibitions — is the excuse she would tell herself after.

She reaches below the hem of her dress, pulling it up and scrunching it around her hips. She breathes shakily, her phone in one hand, Erik in her hand, her eyes snapping back and forth with the monitor at Vi and Ari who touch and dance on each other, swapping drinks, giving a show for a group of men, never having to touch them, never having to actually interact with them, but playing with them enough to keep them hooked on their forms.

The tips of her forefinger and middle finger circle gently on her glistening clit, the wet spotted panties pushed to the side to make room for her exploration. “You deserve better… Erik.” She breathes, her eyes focused on Vi, allowing the good-looking man of the group to press up against her in that small booth. Her eyes move back to her phone, “Look at you… You’ve turned into such a hot, strong man… Why her? You can do better baby boy.” She moans, slipping a finger inside her, curling upwards, her other hand on the desk, bracing herself.

Her eyes move now to Vi and Ari, keeping the boys wanting by moving away from them, Vi runs her hands from Ari’s thighs, squatting down, pushing her own ass out as she slowly drags her hands up her best friends body, moving along her hips, waist, chest, up to her neck, where she lingers for a moment before moving away. Like the boys, Maki is transfixed like a snake and its handler.

“Vi… Why do you have to be so fuckin’ cool?’ She moans softly. Clenching her eyes shut and folding inwards. She looks back up at the monitor.

“Why do I feel so drawn to you?” She asks Vi, who dances unknowingly. “Why are you so damn hot and fun?”

{osis]’s arm starts to tense along with the rest of her body. “Why… Do I want to be with you so bad?”

She moans loudly, her pussy clamping down around her fingers, a soft orgasm rushing through her, starting from her legs and ending at her neck, she exhales slowly, keeping her fingers inside her for a moment, relishing the feeling of slight fullness.

“I can’t though.” She says, staring at Erik. “Be friends. Erik comes first.”

She looks at the monitor and watches as Ari suckles on Vi’s neck, the show continuing for the men. “And… I… You’re a.. slut…”