The bass thrummed through the walls of the nightclub, vibrating in Steff’s chest as she swayed her hips to the rhythm. The air was thick with sweat, perfume, and the faint tang of spilled alcohol. She glanced over her shoulder at Martim, who was leaning casually against the bar, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He raised his glass to her, the amber liquid catching the strobe lights before he took a slow sip. He’s loving this, she thought, her own lips curling into a mischievous grin.
She turned back to the dance floor, letting the music take her. The crowd was a sea of bodies, pulsing and moving in sync with the beat. Steff’s eyes landed on a tall guy with tousled hair and a leather jacket. He was dancing awkwardly, but the way he kept glancing at her told her everything she needed to know. She licked her lips, feeling the heat rise in her chest as she sauntered over to him.
The guy’s eyes widened as she stepped into his space, her back pressed against his chest. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he froze for a moment before catching the rhythm again. Steff ground her hips against him slowly, deliberately, feeling the hardness already growing in his pants. She tilted her head back, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. “You’re not going to just stand there, are you?” she purred, her voice barely audible over the music.
He let out a shaky breath, his hands hesitating before they settled on her hips. She smirked, glancing over at Martim again. He was watching intently, his smirk deepening as he took another sip of his drink. Steff moved her hand down, sliding it between their bodies and pressing her palm against the bulge in his jeans. The guy’s breath hitched, his grip on her hips tightening. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice strained.
She laughed softly, pulling away just enough to turn and face him. “Not yet,” she teased, her fingers trailing down his chest before she stepped back into the crowd. She didn’t need to look to know he was staring after her, his face flushed and his cock throbbing. Too easy, she thought, her pulse quickening as she scanned the dance floor for her next target.
Martim caught her eye again, raising an eyebrow in silent encouragement. Steff’s grin widened as she spotted another guy—this one with dark eyes and a confident stance. He was already watching her, his gaze predatory. She approached him with a slow, deliberate sway of her hips, her eyes locking with his. He didn’t hesitate, pulling her close as soon as she was within reach.
This one was bolder, his hands immediately sliding down to grip her ass. Steff pressed herself against him, her lips brushing against his neck as she whispered, “You’re not shy, are you?” He chuckled, low and dark, his fingers digging into her flesh. She could feel his cock straining against his zipper, and she rolled her hips, eliciting a low groan from him.
She glanced at Martim again, her heart racing as she saw the way his eyes darkened with arousal. He loved watching her like this, loved seeing the power she had over these men. It was a game they’d played before, one that always ended the same way. Steff reached between them, her fingers deftly undoing the button of the guy’s jeans. His breath hitched, his hands tightening on her as she slid her hand inside his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his cock.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, his hips bucking into her hand. She stroked him slowly, her eyes never leaving Martim’s. The guy’s fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to capture her lips in a rough, demanding kiss. Steff moaned into his mouth, her hand moving faster now, feeling him swell and throb in her grip.
She broke the kiss, pulling away with a wicked grin. “Not here,” she whispered, her voice husky. The guy looked dazed, his eyes glazed with lust as she stepped back into the crowd. She could feel his gaze burning into her as she made her way back to Martim, her body humming with anticipation.
Martim’s arm slid around her waist as she reached him, his lips brushing against her ear. “Having fun, love?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. She glanced up at him, her breath catching at the hunger in his eyes.
“You know I am,” she replied, her voice soft but laced with heat. Martim’s smirk deepened, his hand trailing down her side to rest on her hip. He glanced toward the exit, his lips curving into a knowing smile.
“Think they’ll follow?” he asked, his thumb brushing against the exposed skin of her waist. Steff followed his gaze, her heart skipping a beat as she saw the two guys—and a third she hadn’t even noticed—hovering near the door, their eyes fixed on her.
“Oh, they’ll follow,” she said, her voice dripping with confidence. Martim’s laugh was low and dark, sending a shiver down her spine. He finished his drink in one smooth motion, setting the glass on the bar before threading his fingers through hers.
They made their way to the exit, the crowd parting around them as if they were royalty. Steff could feel the weight of the guys’ stares on her back, the tension in the air thick and charged. The cool night air hit her skin as they stepped outside, the city lights casting a soft glow on the cobblestone streets.
Martim led her down a narrow alley, his grip on her hand firm but gentle. The noises of the city faded as they turned into a secluded arcade, the only light from a flickering streetlamp that barely reached the shadows. Steff leaned against the rough brick wall, her chest rising and falling as she waited.
It didn’t take long. The sound of footsteps echoed in the arcade, growing louder as the three guys approached. Steff’s heart raced, her body humming with anticipation. The first guy—the one in the leather jacket—stepped forward, his eyes dark with need.
“What now?” he asked, his voice rough. Steff’s lips curved into a wicked smile as she stepped toward him, her fingers trailing down his chest.
“Now,” she purred, dropping to her knees, “you get what you’ve been begging for.” His breath hitched as she tugged his jeans down, his cock springing free. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum already beading at the tip.
