Chapter 72: Dance & Drinks
The brothel’s private room is a world of its own, big and luxurious, dripping with a kind of decadence that felt both inviting and dangerous.
Dim lights glowed from the walls, casting a sultry amber over the velvet furniture—a wide bed draped in red satin, a low couch in the corner, and a mirrored ceiling that threw our shadows back at us. A speaker in the wall pumped out loud music, vibrating in my chest.
Raya giggled, her laugh high and playful, as she spun in my arms, her red dress with its boob window against my black t-shirt. "Hehehe!" she chirped, her hands gripping mine, pulling me closer until our bodies rubbed together, her hips swaying to the beat.
Her long boots clicked on the polished floor, her dark hair swinging as she leaned into me, her warmth seeping through the thin fabric of her outfit.
"Control yourself, Raya," Kalina said, her voice slow and teasing, stepping up behind me. Her silver one-piece dress shimmered in the low light, the single strap on her shoulder barely holding it up, her thighs bare and smooth. She locked her legs with mine, her knee sliding between my thighs, and I shifted, rubbing my leg against her pussy, giving her just enough friction to make her breath catch.
"Ahhh, man..." Kalina moaned, her hands cupping my cheeks, her nails grazing my jaw.
Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, like she was trying to pull me.
Raya laughed, pressing closer, her hands slipping under my t-shirt, her fingers cold against the warmth of my abs.
"It’s hard to control when you’re with a man like this," she said, her voice a sultry whisper, her eyes glinting with mischief. She tugged at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head in one quick move, tossing it onto the floor. "Fuck," she muttered, leaning in, her lips brushing my chest, kissing the skin there, then smooching her way down my abs, slow and deliberate, like she was savoring every inch.