He stepped aside, and the newcomer took his place, his hands gripping her hips as he guided himself into her still-slick pussy. Fran’s heart raced as a shadowy figure emerged from the alleyway, the cacophony of the city fading into oblivion. “Mmm,” Mandy hummed with approval. “But not now.” She paused, took a deep breath. “Girlfriends,” she murmured, the word feeling foreign on her lips. “You’re going to be the belle of the ball, Fran,” he whispered. “I’m not surprised,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. He stepped aside, and the newcomer took his place, his hands gripping her hips as he guided himself into her still-slick pussy. “That’s what I thought,” she purred, her hand sliding down to trace the curve of Fran’s waist. “Now,” she said, her voice low and gentle, “we rest.” She leaned in to kiss her, a tender gesture that held none of the earlier night’s cruelty. “And in return, I shall give you the one thing you crave more than anything.”
“What’s that?” Fran asked, her eyes wide and eager. The room erupted in a frenzy of raised hands and hushed bids, and Fran knew she was about to become the evening’s main entertainment. Fran’s heart raced as a shadowy figure emerged from the alleyway, the cacophony of the city fading into oblivion. One by one,
