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 ," 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.
"Yeah..." I groaned, tilting my head back, my hands finding her hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as she licked her way lower. Her hands roamed everywhere—over my sides, my stomach.
"Hey, look here, sweetie," Kalina said, she grabbed my face, turning it toward her, and before I could say anything, her lips crashed into mine. We kissed, hard and hungry, her tongue brushing mine, her hands still cupping my cheeks.
"Damn, you two move fast," Raya said, pulling back just enough to laugh.
Raya pulled away from our tangled dance, her red dress catching the light as she walked to a small table in the corner, where a bottle of wine sat next to a tray of glasses.
"Let’s roll in the drinks," she said, her voice bright and mischievous, grabbing the bottle and pouring a deep into a glass. She spun back toward us, changing the music with a flick of her phone—shifting it to a pulsing electro beat that made the room feel alive. "Hell yeah, let’s go!" she screamed, tossing her head back and downing the wine in one long gulp, her throat working, her dark hair swinging.
Kalina laughed, her silver dress shimmering as she grabbed my hand, pulling me into the rhythm.
Raya coming back with two more glasses, shoving one into my hand. "Drink, handsome. Night’s just getting started."
I took a sip, the wine sharp and sweet, and before I knew it, time started to slip away. We drank together, glasses clinking, the bottle emptying faster than it should’ve. The music pushed us closer, our bodies moving in a messy, drunken dance—Raya’s hands in the air, Kalina’s thighs rubbing mine, my head buzzing from the wine and the heat of them both.
At some point, I dropped to my knees, the velvet rug soft under me, and Kalina stood above, holding a glass of wine. "Take this, handsome," she said, tilting the glass, pouring a slow stream right into my mouth. The liquid hit my tongue, cool and tart, spilling a little down my chin.
"Do Aaaaa..." I said, opening my mouth wide, playing along, my hands steadying her hips as she laughed, her high heels clicking as she leaned closer.
Raya slid in beside me, her face near my groin, her mouth open, catching the wine I poured for her from another glass, her lips glistening as she swallowed, her eyes locked on mine.
Kalina set her glass down, took a long swig straight from the bottle, and knelt beside me. "Come here, baby," she said, her voice low, pulling me into a kiss. Her lips were wet with wine, and she pushed the liquid into my mouth, tart and warm, her tongue brushing mine. She pulled back, her tongue out, a wild glint in her eyes. "Ahhh... yeahhh..."
"Damn," I said, my voice rough, my head spinning as I kissed her back, the wine still tingling on my tongue. "You’re wild."
"Going wild’s the goal," she said, giggling, her hands sliding down my bare chest, nails scraping lightly.
We lost ourselves then—drunk on wine, on music, on the heat of the room. We danced, stumbled, laughed, their bodies pressed against me, my hands roaming on their boobs, ass and in between of their legs as we move around. The world shrinking to just this moment.
Eventually, we ended up in the center of the room, me standing with a girl on each side—My hands rested on their waists, pulling them close as I kissed them turn by turn, first Kalina’s cherry-gloss lips, then Raya’s whiskey-sweet ones, their hands all over my chest and slowly going down to feel my hardened cock over my jeans.
"Now I can’t control... any further," Raya said, her voice husky, her fingers grabbing my dick hard.
"Yeah, me neither," Kalina said, her breath hot against my neck, her hand sliding up my back, pulling me toward the bed.
Before I could say anything, they both pushed me down, my back hitting the red satin with a soft thud, the mattress bouncing under me.
They crawled onto the bed, planting their knees on either side, moving toward me like cats, their dresses riding up, their smiles sharp and hungry.
"Time for the dinner," Raya said leaning down.
"Sure thing, my cuties," I said, flashing a smile, my heart racing, my head still buzzing from the wine and the weight of their eyes.