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Pentagram City, the central hub for all human souls damned to an eternity in Hell, offered plenty of ways for sinners to have fun (if they didn’t choose to make it for themselves). The most popular option being a club ironically named Consent, and tonight served as no exception. As soon as their doors opened at day’s end, the night life poured in and easily filled it to capacity, with even more left outside as they impatiently waited to be let in. Whether it was for the bar and its wide variety of alcoholic beverages (among other illicit substances on offer), the dance floor that pounded with the feet of a rowdy and drunk crowd, or one of the select private rooms to grab a stranger or two and get lucky in, they all had a similar goal in mind. To blow off steam on the weekend and party until the hellish sun rose. Perhaps even longer.
Within this club, at one of the few open booths between the bar and the throng of sinners that bounced to an electronic dance beat, three people sat huddled together over a table covered with shots. Each one held a different colored liquid save for the few that stood flipped over and drained of their contents. A clear indication that, unlike their contemporaries, their night had just begun. But so far, only one party among them could be attributed to the carousing.
Avy knocked back another shot of tequila that he subsequently slammed face-down on the table with a sigh. “Oy, they keep coming. Did you order more?”
The cobalt frog looked at his partner, the infamous porn star Angel Dust, who hung off his shoulder and snorted a laugh. “Babe, those are the same thirty shots we got when we sat down, and you’re already halfway through your portion!”
“Yeah, honestly,” a voice piped up from Avy’s left that carried a distinct Australian twang. He swung his head over to meet Cherri Bomb’s eye, as she continued, “We just got here and you’ve been goin’ hard on the booze mate. Haven’t even had any ourselves yet.”
Avy blinked sluggishly, the effects of the liquor already settling in, and he looked back at their table. Indeed, the empty glasses seemed to suspiciously pile up in front of him, but did that truly mean he drank as much as they said he had?
He didn’t seem to think so, as he reached for another glass with a smirk. “Or perhaps you two are not keeping up! Why else did you buy so many drinks if we’re not supposed to… drink them!”
Avy threw back a sixth shot of tequila before he could hear any counter to his point, then slammed it down to add to the stack he created. He leaned back into his seat, the world spinning ever so slightly as he did, and closed his eyes as he rested his arms along the back of the plush seating behind his companions. As his mind swam, it struggled with the thought that he might have pushed it too hard too fast, as Cherri had implied. But he pushed it back under with the simple fact that he needed this. Vox had run him ragged this week and he barely had any time to relax, not even with Angel. So when he suggested that he should accompany him and Cherri to a bar, he knew he had to make the most of it.
“Y’know, your boyfriend’s got a point,” Avy heard Cherri say, “let’s get fucked up!”
Avy smiled to himself, ready to finally let loose after this brief respite. He felt Cherri press against his left thigh as she leaned in to get closer to the alcohol; then a moment later Angel did the same on his right. As soon as he felt them shift a thought entered his mind. One that made his heart pump faster, and he nervously chewed the inside of his lip in feeble resistance.
It hadn’t escaped his notice that Angel’s friend exuded a lot of the same qualities his partner had. Even dressed quite similarly, in a low-cut crop that showed off her midriff and a skirt so short it required a pair of black leggings to keep him from seeing more than he should have. So while the presence of alcohol distracted him for a while, once it coursed through his system and it started to work its magic, more of those past thoughts broke through the surface of his liquor-soaked brain. He rubbed his legs together agitatedly and flexed his fingers, all in an effort to keep his eyes closed. A futile effort in the end, as his lids cracked open a fraction of an inch.
When they did, he met with the sight of two cleavages, suspended just in front of his own chest, swaying ever so slightly as the people they were attached to gesticulated in excited conversation. The exact nature of which Avy couldn’t determine courtesy of the bass-boosted speakers that stood a few feet away, but even if the music suddenly stopped and they became the only people present in the club he doubted he’d have heard what they said anyways. He had already occupied himself as he drank in as many details as possible.
Cherri’s pale chest, dotted with tiny red spots, had been packed tightly inside a black bra that peeked out slightly over her bright pink shirt; a single strap wrapped around her shoulder to clasp somewhere behind her back. Admittedly hers held his attention more than Angel’s, although he was already intimately familiar with them. A white puff of fur that rose prominently through his open collar and obscured a more real pair of tits underneath. The pink heart that outlined it had been hidden behind his striped suit jacket, but he had seen it plenty of times to know where it lay. As opposed to Cherri where his drunken mind played around imaginatively with what else might be hidden beneath that ripped piece of fabric.
He found his gaze practically split between the beauties on either side as they carried on unaware of his attention. Like a teenager with a telescope and a hot next door neighbor undressing in the window, Avy got a perverted thrill from the private show they unknowingly put on for him. He almost felt his worry slip away, as his blood rushed from his heart to a lower part of his body. Only to jump back up when he distinctly heard his name being called.
“Hey, Aves, you feelin’ alright?”
Avy blinked, acting as if he had been awakened from an impromptu nap, and looked at Angel, who had asked the question. He nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine amorcito . Not drunk yet,” he laughed nervously to mask the sound of his heart slamming against his ribcage.
Angel smiled with him, a barely audible hum coming from his throat. “That’s good. Wouldn’t want to drag your heavy ass back home when we just got started.”
He placed his hand on Avy’s pelvis, dangerously close to the fly of his pants. So close it made his breath still. Had he placed his hand on the opposite side, Angel would have certainly felt a lot more, and it would’ve made him wonder what exactly got him so worked up. Fortunately for both of them, he bore this knowledge alone as Angel leaned in to deliver a brief kiss on his lips. It helped shave off some of the guilt he felt.
As the spider pulled away and diverted his attention back to the liquor-laden table, Avy had half a thought to wrap an arm around him and grab a handful of that teasing bossom. At least he had permission to touch that. But no sooner had his hand reached over, he saw Cherri lean completely over him, arm outstretched to the alcohol on Angel’s side.
“Angie!” She shouted over the noise. “Hand me one of those, will ya?”
While Angel raised a finger indicating a moment, his head tilted back to accept another sample of intoxicating ichor, Avy froze in his seat. The entire weight of the breasts he ogled earlier had inconveniently pressed down on his lap. Even more inconvenient, she definitely felt more than he ever wanted her to. Despite this, he couldn’t help himself to another look as his eyes drew a line down her back all the way to the exposed lower half. There, on either side of her hips, he spotted the thin black waistband of her panties as they sat right above her skirt, which perfectly outlined the curve of her rear.
“For fucks sake Angel, how long does it take to finish a shot?” Cherri asked, echoing Avy’s thoughts.
The spider responded with an appropriate gesture of one of his four fingers, which only agitated Cherri as she rubbed back and forth against Avy’s crotch, seemingly attempting to grab the shot herself. The frog saw stars dance before his eyes with how much blood rapidly rushed to fill his slowly rising erection. His usual attire of black slacks quickly proved too little space as he filled out most of his leg and stretched it to its limits. Angel used to joke that he should find some work sweatpants to properly accommodate himself, and he genuinely wished he took that advice now.
With every thrust of Cherri’s chest he swore he felt it wobble against him, a thought that served to aggravate his situation further. Coupled with the alcohol that unlocked most of his inhibitions, he felt a premature release start to build in his core. An idea that terrified him more than his blissful arousal, and halted it long enough for Cherri to finally reach the glass and grab it. Avy practically gasped with relief when she finally sat up, ignoring how her chest bounced as she leaned back in her seat with the shot in hand.
“Tch, you dickhead,” Cherri shook her head at Angel with a smile, who reciprocated with a cheeky grin of his own.
She then turned to Avy. “Sorry ‘bout that, I forgot Angel hogged all the vodka on his side and I wanted some.”
Avy sank into his seat, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he willed his erection to go down. Sweat collected on his forehead and dripped down his face as an unnatural heat seemed to take over him. Unfocused, he cast a few glances at Cherri until he registered what she said and nodded his head.
“T-that’s alright,” he croaked.
He looked back over at her and tried his damndest to keep his eyes on her large, solitary portal as he gave a less than convincing smile. But every so often he caught himself glancing down at the shapely breasts that had teased him seconds ago. They slowly rose and fell with each of her gentle breaths, pressing against the thin material that kept them contained. Avy unconsciously started to match their rhythm and his breathing slowed down drastically. When he realized this, he turned away entirely to face Angel, who had downed another shot to match Avy at six.
“Whoo, that hits the spot!”
He laid back on his side against Avy’s chest, the alcohol presumably caught up with him as well. Then he draped an arm across his chest to rest on Avy’s opposite leg, directly on top of the outline that stopped its progression up his pants. The tips of his fingers danced along that solid mass, brushing it ever so gently, and caused it to descend back the way it came, harder than ever. Avy grit his teeth, virtually pained by what seemed like a completely innocent act on Angel’s behalf. At least it didn’t appear to him like the spider’s usual brand of teasing. Merely a loving, drunken stroke of his leg, with his member caught in the middle. At this point, Avy believed he had been caught in some weird divine punishment, and he cocked head back towards Heaven to beg forgiveness for his wandering eyes.
He barely suppressed a moan as Angel brushed against his sensitive, leaking tip, and his legs quaked as they trailed back down the length of his shaft. Avy held his breath for what felt like an eternity before he finally exhaled as the hand withdrew. He sagged on top of Angel, his other arm coming over to hold the spider close to him and ground him.
The frog breathed wearily, his eyes screwed shut, and he felt Angel squirm in his grasp. “You’re sure you’re doing alright, Avy-baby?”
Avy struggled to respond. His cock throbbed, desperate to be released from its confines. Eventually he swallowed and replied, “ S-si. ”
“I dunno,” he heard Cherri counter behind him, although her voice could have also been a million miles away. “You ain’t lookin’ too hot. We told you to slow down, mate.”
Avy felt dizzy, for sure, but he didn’t blame the alcohol. At least not entirely.
“Alright, get up, let’s leave the drinks and go someplace quieter. Don’t think this electronic shit is doin’ ya any favors.”
Avy felt himself nod. Yes, a quiet place. That’s what he needed right now. Somewhere he could focus without any sounds, people, touches, or breasts. He needed a moment alone without any more temptations thrust on him and he could fix himself without anyone noticing the obvious growth between his legs.
Angel shifted and brought the arm Avy had rested behind him over his shoulder, then the frog relented to his strength as he lifted them both up to their feet. In the haze, Avy saw him and Angel cross through the rambunctious crowd before they riled up into a greater frenzy with the next song. Something about addiction, he didn’t quite catch it. The next moment they were in a small clearing and they stood before a door adorned with a neon pink heart, encapsulated around the number one. Cherri moved in front to open the door for them, and together they walked into the darkened space.
As soon as the door shut behind them, cold air washed over Avy in waves, and he leaned into it gratefully. It provided a much needed contrast to the stale heat generated by the bodies outside, most of whom definitely forgot to shower. Not just that, but as the ringing in his ears subsided, Avy realized this room stood isolated from the noise outside. Only the slightest vibrations from the people jumping on the dance floor managed to carry through. This allowed him to relax all the more, and he opened his eyes again to examine his new surroundings.
At first it appeared like the typical private area one would find in a club, the kind reserved for VIPs. In one corner sat a lounge area similar to the one they had been seated in, but more plush. Colored in purple velvet, it curved around an elegant marble table, bare of any decorations. Behind that, an expansive digital screen took up the entire back wall, a thin grey line undulated through the middle in an idle animation. The walls to either side weren’t as fancy, however, colored in a simple indigo tint save for the white splotches that dotted all over the surface. All of it had been lit by a gentle magenta hue by the LED strips that lined the edges of the ceiling, and altogether made for a nice ambiance. Yet, as Avy turned to his left, one feature stood out.
Near that back corner opposite the table stood a circular bed. A wide violet blanket draped over its surface and extended down to the floor, one side folded before a pair of pillows that sat side by side on the exposed white sheets at one end. The way it stood slightly over a protruding dias led him to believe it was one of the fancy rotating beds he had seen multiple times while he worked at the studio. But that sort of bed was typically reserved for…
“Angel-?”
Before the question could leave his mouth, Angel’s lips captured it as he dove into him for another kiss. This time, however, he sought something more intimate as his tongue wrestled to part Avy’s mouth.
Although the sudden collision took him by surprise, whether it was the alcohol or the excitement still coursing through him, he readily took him in his arms and opened his lips to allow Angel in. The two fought between one another ferociously, hungrily, exchanging moans and growls as they grappled each other and swapped spit. It felt almost rewarding, after all Avy had been through, to finally have Angel like this. To hold him and feel him, it didn’t overwhelm him as much as it had out there. Even so, he felt himself being driven back by the intensity, literally step by step as Angel guided him somewhere. It wasn’t until he felt Angel dip lower, and his eyes opened to see him slip out of his tight black shorts, that he suddenly became very aware of another presence that had been in the room with them the entire time.
It took a moment, as the sight of Angel’s smaller bulge contained prettily in a pair of pink panties jumbled his reason, but he eventually sorted his thoughts out long enough to remind Angel they weren’t alone.
“Ah, Angel, what about Cherri?”
Angel clicked his tongue and thumped his palm against his head as if his friend’s existence had casually slipped his mind. “Oh shit, how could I forget? Ya ready, babe?”
Angel asked as he looked past Avy, then the frog felt himself get turned around until he faced the bed, atop which sat a very naked Cherri Bomb. His jaw fell slack at the sight, unable to parse together a single thought as the very body which he admired before had been presented to him with no room for the imagination. Large pink areolas encircled perky nipples, which she tweaked slightly between two pairs of fingers. Her perfect tits seemed bigger now that they had been freed from their bindings. They sat above a thin waist that led into wider hips, between which rested a thick bush the same color as her fiery hair. The only thing visible to Avy between her legs as her thighs obfuscated anything more, for now.
“Hell yeah, Ang, I’ve been dyin’ to see this monster you keep talkin’ about. And maybe a little more.”
Her foot made circles idly in the air as Avy stared awestruck, both her and Angel waiting a moment for him to react. When it became clear he had been effectively paralyzed, she took the initiative and brought herself to her knees before the frog. Her tits shook as she hit the ground, and Avy’s eyes followed; the first sign he still lived since Angel had moved him. When her hands grabbed onto his belt, the sole barrier that kept his erection at bay, he broke free from his trance and squeaked out his partner’s name.
“Angel?”
He must have heard the tone in his voice, as he began to rub his hands along his shoulders to calm him down.
“Hey, relax big guy. We saw how tense you were back there. I mean, we barely touched ya and you were lookin’ ready to bust. Figured we could… finish this in private so we don’t cause a scene.”
At that moment, despite his slight inebriation, Avy quickly pieced together what Angel implied, and realized their behavior hadn’t been as innocent as he wanted to believe. It had all been an act, a damn good act, but an act nonetheless. One that led him right here, in this room with the two of them, and he didn’t need to be told that they had no intentions of being quiet. He brought a hand over his mouth and mumbled a short line of Spanish to himself like a silent prayer as the conniving sinners hung off him like lions with a fresh catch.
Succubi, I’ve been set upon by conniving succubi, and I won’t know peace until they’ve drained me of everything I have.