DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT

CHAPTER 14

The club was already packed when we pushed through the doors—dark, loud, bodies everywhere, bass so heavy I felt it in my c**t. Neon lights cut through the haze. Lily grabbed my hand and pulled me straight to the bar. Two shots each, something sweet and strong that burned going down. Then another. By the time we hit the dance floor my head was light and my tiny black dress was already sticking to my skin.

I saw him almost immediately.

The pool guy. Tall, golden, still looking like trouble. He was dancing with some girl but his eyes locked on me the second he noticed. He said something to her and started cutting through the crowd.

Lily was already grinding on some other guy, laughing, not paying attention.

He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could smell his cologne and the sweat on his skin. His mouth leaned to my ear so I could hear him over the music.

“Been thinking about that tight little cunt since the pool,” he said, voice low and filthy. “How wet you were. How you clenched when I came inside you. Best f**k I’ve had all summer.”

My stomach flipped. I kept dancing, hips moving, but I didn’t step closer.

His hand slid onto my waist, then lower, trying to cup my ass under the short dress. I twisted away smoothly, putting a few inches of space between us.

He looked disappointed, jaw tight for a second, but he didn’t push it. Just smirked and said, “Your loss,” before melting back into the crowd.

I exhaled and kept dancing, but my pulse was racing. The memory of him stretching me open in the water mixed with the heavier memory of Marcus’s belt and the plug and the way he’d locked his c*m inside me all day. My bare p***y was already slick under the dress.

Lily found me again a little later, cheeks flushed, eyes bright from the alcohol. She pointed toward a hallway at the back of the club.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” she shouted over the music, but the way she was pulling some guy—dark hair, nice arms—by the hand said otherwise. They disappeared down the corridor toward the private rooms.

I waited thirty seconds, then followed.

The hallway was dimmer, quieter, doors on both sides. Most were closed. One at the end was cracked open just enough. I heard soft moans and the wet sound of kissing. I stepped closer and peered through the gap.

Lily was already on the small couch inside, dress shoved up around her waist, the guy’s face between her legs. She had her head thrown back, fingers in his hair, hips rolling against his mouth. After a minute she pushed him back, straddled him, and sank down onto his c**k with a broken little gasp. He gripped her ass and started thrusting up into her while she rode him.

I should have walked away.

Instead I stayed, watching my best friend get f****d, my own hand sliding under my dress. My fingers found my bare, wet cunt and started rubbing slow circles on my c**t. I pushed two fingers inside myself, mirroring the rhythm of the guy’s c**k disappearing into Lily.

She turned her head.

Our eyes met through the crack in the door.

Lily didn’t look shocked. She didn’t stop riding him. She just smiled, slow and dirty, and crooked a finger at me.

“Come in,” she said, voice rough. “That day at the pool… I watched you get f****d. Watched him stretch your cunt and fill you up. It’s your turn now. Get in here and show me.”

My heart slammed. I pushed the door open, stepped inside, and closed it behind me. The guy looked between us but didn’t stop thrusting. Lily kept bouncing on his c**k, t**s half-out of her dress, eyes locked on me.

“Go on,” she said. “Finger that pretty p***y for us. I want to watch.”

I leaned back against the door, pulled my dress up to my waist, and spread my legs. My cunt was shiny and swollen. I pushed three fingers into myself, wet sounds filling the small room under the muffled bass from outside, and started f*****g my hand while they watched.

Lily moaned louder, grinding down harder on the guy’s c**k. “That’s it… just like that. Show me how you touched yourself after he came in you. Show me what a dirty little slut my best friend is.”

I rubbed my c**t with my other hand, fingers pumping in and out of my soaked hole, legs trembling. The guy’s eyes were glued to my cunt. Lily’s were too. Every time she sank down on him she gasped, but she never looked away from me.

“Harder,” she ordered, breathless. “I want to see you come while he’s still inside me.”

I finger-f****d myself faster, the wet filthy noises of my p***y mixing with the slap of Lily riding him. My orgasm built quick and sharp. When it hit I moaned openly, cunt clenching around my fingers, clear slick dripping down my hand and onto the floor.

Lily came right after, shaking on the guy’s c**k, eyes still locked on mine like she’d been waiting for this exact moment.

The three of us stayed like that for a few heavy breaths—me with my dress around my waist and my fingers still buried in my cunt, Lily impaled on her stranger, both of us flushed and wrecked.

She licked her lips and smiled again.

“Tonight’s going to be even better than the pool,” she whispered.