A Girl's Night Out

The wooden walls of the bar were literally vibrating with the music, a primal beat that made you want to sway, to give in to the heat of the night. The dance floor was packed, the air was humid, and electric. Brazil isn’t a cool country and tonight was all about sweat and drums.

In the middle of it all, two women were giving it everything. Veronica, tall and striking with her long, dark hair flying every time she jerked her head to the beat. A little stiff and Euro, pale even, but beautiful. And Nina, her hair cropped short, the auburn just starting to grow back in, giving her a fierce, edgy look. Both of them were impossible to miss, dressed in tight denim shorts that clung to their curves and impossibly high heels that made every step they took look like a strut.

Veronica wore a sleek, black tee shirt that hugged her figure, the words on her chest catching the light: "Orb Girls on tour: Wrecking minds, breaking bodies, and shattering souls - physically, mentally, and sexually." The letters glistened in silver, bold against the black fabric.

Beside her, Nina’s shirt was a rebellious pop of neon green, the same slogan printed across it, though harder to read. She’d tied the hem up, knotting it just under her ribs, exposing her flat, toned stomach. The skin there glistened with a sheen of sweat, catching the bar's dim light as they moved. The fabric of her shirt stretched tight across her chest, making the words even more of a puzzle for anyone bold enough to stare. Her tits were amazing. Another reason to look.

The music changed to something different, a 20th century disco revival. Veronica and Nina sauntered up to the bar, the music thumping behind them. They were both drenched with sweat and looking amazing.

The bartender was a good looking guy with a flowery shirt, an American, maybe a college kid from the New York dome? He eyed their shirts and raised an eyebrow.

"Those tees for real?" he asked, nodding at the bold slogans stretched across their chests.

Veronica lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke toward the ceiling fan. “Yeah, they are. We’re Orb interrogators in town for a three day furlough. Get drunk, dance, breathe some real air. There’s a few more of us around, but I think they went to eat.”

He poured their drinks, putting in umbrellas and fruit.

“Maybe you can help me out with something.” The bartender leaned in, his voice low. “There’s a guy here—known for spiking drinks. Real piece of shit. Don’t want to call the authorities, though. They’ll shut the bar down. And – I could get the bouncers to deal with it, but they’d cause a scene. Think you could do something?”

He subtly pointed out the man sitting at a table in the corner, his eyes too shifty for comfort. Handsome, but with that deep insecurity that meant he couldn’t really deal with women. His type was obvious to them both immediately. They saw it every morning on their interrogation chairs. They broke it every afternoon.

The barman looked hopeful. “I don’t want to lose my boss’s liquor licence. Can you help a brother out? Free drinks on the house all night.”

Nina grinned, her tongue tracing the edge of her teeth. “You up for this?”

Veronica blew out another stream of smoke, her eyes narrowing on their target. “Fuck yeah.”

“Then it’s time to make the night interesting.” And she cracked her knuckles.

Veronica took another drag of her cigarette and then crushed it out, eyes still locked on the guy in the corner. “Good thing I brought a Type 15 with me,” she said casually.

Nina blinked, her grin faltering for a second. “Why the hell did you do that?”

Veronica shot her a look, amused. “In case I wanted to have some sex.”

“We all agreed—no sex tonight. Just shots and dancing,” Nina said, though there was a hint of a smile at the edge of her lips.

“No. You all said that. I thought I might like to get laid.”

Nina’s eyebrows shot up, trying to hold back a laugh. “So you brought a Type 15, for that?”

“Oh yeah.” And she suddenly wore a really dirty grin.

Nina shook her head. “You are one fucked up bitch, but I love you.”

“Let’s go make him regret walking in here tonight. Or – in fact – exiting his mothers womb.”

“I bet he has no idea he’s about to meet a real-life Orb girl.”

“No. Worse than that. There’s two of us. With back up, if we need it.”

They grinned at each other. Then they held out their hands, ready for the only decision that needed to be made—who’d get the first crack at him.

“Rock, paper, scissors,” they said in unison. On the third beat, Veronica came up with paper. Nina threw scissors. She grinned, all sharp teeth and excitement. “Looks like I get the lead.”

“Fine. I’ll watch the show.” And then to the barman ‘Give me a couple of those zip ties you use for binding up cables, would you? Thanks.”

Nina staggered toward the man, her steps deliberately clumsy, her eyes wide and watery, the exact picture of a helpless, tipsy woman. “Say mister, have you seen my friends?” she slurred, her voice broke as she let real tears shimmer at the edges of her eyes. “I was with them, but they’re gone. They’re….gone…”

Across the room, Veronica stifled a laugh into her glass, watching the man’s eyes light up with grotesque interest. Hooked already, she thought, sipping slowly.

“You’re friends really good,” the bartender said with awe. “What’s her name?”

“Nina. She’s bi, and her star sign is Taurus. But she’d eat you for breakfast.”

It was obvious. She was good at playing the lost drunk, and the creep didn’t hesitate. A woman this sexy? This vulnerable? His night was about to get a whole lot better. “Sure, sweetheart,” he said, licking his lips. “Let’s go find your friends. Don’t worry.” He threw a sweaty arm around her shoulders, guiding her toward the fire exit with a smug grin.

Veronica waved over the bartender. “Keep an eye on my stuff,” she said coolly. ”Oh - and if there are screams from out back – no police. They’d just spoil the fun.”

Then, with a calmness that was almost unnerving, she slipped out through a side door, into the cool of the dirty alleyway with it’s dustbins and rats.

Outside, Nina was already pinned to the wall, the guy practically on top of her, his hands roving, too busy trying to have his way to notice Veronica’s approach. Nina was still acting the drunk, asking why her friends would be here. And saying that her friends weren’t down her pants, so why was he putting his hands there?

In one smooth motion, Veronica slipped behind him and tapped a nerve cluster at the base of his neck. Before he could react, his body seized up. He tried to make a fight of it—he was big, muscles straining—but he didn’t stand a chance. They did this for a living. His bulk was nothing against trained hands.

Seconds later, he was sprawled against the alley wall, wrists tied behind him in the zip ties, breath heavy with panic as reality began to settle in.

Veronica dusted her hands off, her voice like silk.

“Looked like you were having fun. I should’ve stayed inside.”

Veronica grinned, licking her lips as she circled the guy, who was now trembling, pressed against the wall.

The guy's face went pale as he stammered, “I’m sorry, officers. I won’t do it again. I swear.”

Nina and Veronica burst out laughing, the sound sharp and cruel.

“No,” Veronica smirked, “too fucking right you won’t.”

Nina wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, still laughing. “You think we’re cops?” She crouched down to his level, looking him over like he was a bug pinned to a board. “Oh honey, we’re not here to cuff you and lecture you.”

“No. We’re going to teach you to have respect for women. You shouldn’t hurt them.”

“Right,” Nina said in a tone of solidarity.”I mean – that’s our job, that’s what we do, but not you. You have to be respectful. Buy them flowers and shit.”

Veronica stopped and gave her friend a concerned stare.

“How drunk actually are you?”

“I’m good.” Nina tilted her head, eyes glinting. “Still up for sex?” she asked Veronica, her tone dripping with wicked suggestion.

Veronica licked her lips slowly, letting her gaze slide from Nina to the terrified man. “This kind of sex? Hell yeah.”

The guy’s eyes flickered with hope for a second, thinking maybe, just maybe, things were about to turn in his favour.

They both laughed again, and Veronica reached into her small bag, pulling out the sleek metal device with a cold smile. “This is a Type 15 Anal Stimulation Device,” she purred, showing him the object. “It’s going to help you get stiff.”

“I-I’m stiff!” he stuttered, the fear thick in his voice.

“Now, maybe,” Veronica said, her voice like velvet. “But guys often lose it when they hear the next part.” She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. “It’s going up your ass. It’s going to give you a huge erection, and then it’s going to search for activity in your prostate. And when you cum, it does things. Really bad things. I mean – so fucking bad…”

Nina leaned over, inspecting the device with a thoughtful hum. “Electro shocks?”

“Possibly,” Veronica mused. “But I was thinking ice spray. Intense orgasm, then absolutely nothing for weeks.”

Nina’s eyes lit up. “Have you used it on overload? Where it empties the balls? Like contractions from hell.”

Veronica nodded. “Unendurably lengthy contractions. Every last drop wrung out. Juliet used one once, said the guy hit the ceiling in Room 12.”

Nina rolled her eyes. “She’s full of shit. Room 12 is really high. It has that extractor fan thing, right?”

“Exactly. But she said it ruptured a testicle.”

Veronica looked back at the man, who was now shaking uncontrollably. She tapped the Type 15 against her palm, considering.

“I could use some sex like that,” she said, voice rich with anticipation. “Alright, let’s get his pants down.”

Nina wasted no time, yanking his pants and boxers down to his ankles, exposing his pale, clammy skin to the cool night air. His legs were spread wide, shaking as the two women worked with precision, spreading him open. The small, sleek silver bullet glinted under the dim light of the alley. Veronica twirled it between her fingers, the wire hanging down ominously from the end.

Nina leaned back, her eyebrow cocked in amusement. “I still can’t believe you just brought this for fun. What if you’d met a nice guy? Would you seriously have used it?”

Veronica chuckled, positioning herself behind him, her breath hot on his neck as she slid the device in. He let out a sharp gasp, his body tensing.

“On a low setting,” she replied smoothly. She gave the bullet a push so that it vanished into his anus. “Now brace yourself, fucker. It’s time to play.”

They stepped back, and Nina pressed the button.

The man's reaction was instant. His eyes bulged, his mouth dropping open in shock. It wasn’t pleasure, though. It was stimulation that hit his body like a raw nerve exposed, making him jerk involuntarily. His hands curled into fists, his hips bucking slightly as if his body didn’t know whether to fight it or submit.

The sensation was mechanical and cold. There was no pleasure, no relief—just the relentless prodding deep inside him. His face twisted in confusion, unsure how to process what was happening. He let out a weak moan, his legs trembling as his body tried to react, but it was hopeless. His brain screamed for pleasure that never came.

“Look at him,” Nina murmured, her voice laced with dark amusement. “He’s trying to enjoy it.”

Veronica’s eyes glinted. “Oh, he’ll feel something soon enough.” She turned the setting up a notch. His legs buckled as his breath caught, body pulsing with agonizing stimulation, riding the edge of pain.

Veronica leaned back against the cold brick wall and pulled him to her. She pulled down her shorts and rubbed his thick, vibrating cock against her pussy.

“This is what I came for, Come on, big boy, lets get you inside me.”

her body pressing into the man’s as she took control, riding the thrill of the moment. Her cock slipped inside her vagina. The stroke was deliberate and powerful, her breath coming faster with each thrust. The sensation of his body beneath hers was nothing compared to the heady rush of dominance, the sheer pleasure of using him for her own satisfaction. Her grip tightened on his arms, nails digging into his skin as she set the rhythm.

As she got more excited, her long dark hair—once neatly tied back—began to come loose. Strands slipped free, falling around her face and shoulders, wildly disorganied, mirroring the heat rising in her body. She shook her head slightly and the rest of her hair tumbled down in waves, framing her flushed face. She threw her head back, eyes half closed with pleasure.

Nina, still watching, leaned over, her lips finding Veronica’s in a soft, teasing kiss. Their mouths moved together, slow and intimate, which fuelled her excitement. It helped, pushed her closer to the edge.

Veronica’s body tensed as the climax built inside her, a wave rising towards it’s collapse. So much she loved here – a beautiful woman fucked hard in a dirty ally, coercion, punishment, control. Lack of control. She moved faster, rougher, chasing the feeling, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. Her moans became as loud as the music from inside the club, lost in the heat of it all. Then, with a final shudder, she came—her entire body trembling as the orgasm ripped through her. The release was sweet, sending jolts of pleasure down her spine.

Her hair fell fully loose, sticking to the damp skin of her neck and back as she panted, eyes closing for a brief, blissful second. She was satisfied, breathless, and utterly in control.

Veronica pulled herself off him, her body still tingling from the aftermath of her climax.

The man was barely holding it together, his breath coming in ragged gasps, but the real show was just starting. They pushed him down on his back, landing his ass in the mud and spilled garbage. Nina twisted the dial on the Type 15.

The reaction was immediate. His eyes bulged, hips jerking uncontrollably as the device triggered his climax.

His cock gave a bizarre little wobble. Then, with a scream, he started to ejaculate. The first spurt was like a firework going off. The it was spasms and spurts and dribbles and screams.

Nina leaned in closer, watching with wide-eyed amusement.

“Just look at it!” she laughed, pointing. “Did that hit the fire escape?”

Veronica, grinning, looked up toward the rusted metal platform above. “I think it did!”

Nina shook her head in disbelief. “Have you ever seen so much jizz out of one guy?”

“Not unless they’ve been saving it up for weeks,” Veronica smirked.

“And it’s still coming!”

Something happened in his ball sack. They weren’t quite sure what.

“did you hear a crunch?”

“Over THIS music?”

Veronica knelt down, extracting the Type 15 with practiced ease, then tossed it into a sealed plastic bag from her purse for proper sterilization. The man slumped on the ally floor, wrecked and semi-conscious, his body trembling from the intensity of his ejaculations. And possibly internal injuries that he was going to have a real problem explaining at the clinic.

They dusted themselves off and headed back inside the bar, casual as ever. The bartender gave them a grateful nod as they collected their drinks from the counter. “Thanks, ladies. Appreciate the help.”

Veronica raised her glass, flashing him a wink. “Anytime.”

They slid into a booth, both of them sinking into the worn leather seats, adrenaline still buzzing through their veins. Veronica immediately lit a cigarette, taking a long, calming drag.

Nina leaned over the table, shaking her head with a grin. “I still can’t believe you brought a damn interrogation tool with you.”

Veronica blew out a cloud of smoke, looking amused.

“Come on, it’s really just a sex toy. I always carry one. You never know when it might come in handy.”

Nina laughed.

“You are fucking outrageous.”

“Am I?”

“Yes! Yes, absolutely.”

Veronica gave her a level stare. “And what did you bring?”

Veronica maintained her gaze for a second before her friend gave in.

“Alright, fine. I brought some drugs in case I needed to spike a drink or two.”

Veronica’s eyes went wide. “No way!” she gasped, half-laughing, half-shocked. “You were giving me shit for bringing a toy, and you’ve got that kid of shit in your purse?”

“Not everyone likes my new haircut.”

She ran a hand over her down stubble, as if embarrassed. Veronica just laughed out loud.

“Everyone likes you’re haircut! Your like a … a fuckable ducking. And I’ll bet that Liantha and Clemence aren’t having dinner at all. I suspect they’re off someone getting laid.”

“Like I said… you never know. And these weekends do get a little – wild. Irb girls on tour, right?”

She clinked her glass against Veronica’s. “Paaaarty!” they shouted, grinning from ear to ear. -