The fall

Greedy

Olivia's POV:

***One hour later***

" You both start on Saturday," Mr. Fester declares supposedly at the both of us yet eying Aliyah.
"Thank you sir, looking forward to it" Aliyah replies in the most casual, business-like manner. I know all to well she'll be jumping of excitement once it's just the two of us.

The club itself is stunning to say the least. From the entrance stands a long corridoor with mirrors as walls, bright studded lights dotting the sealing. The corridoor turns left and invites you into the main club.

On the left: a comfy seating area with cusiony leather arm chairs dotted with some poker tables. Right next to the area is a bar which if not for the stage would be the main addition to the room.

Shiny, pristine glasses and enough variaty of drinks to create endless possibilities of beverages. The stage however, captivated me the most.

A huge square platform rises in its sleek magnificence. Polished to perfection, three poles are placed equidistant from eachother. This creates a real show for viewers in all perspectives.

More lights, a few ceiling mirrors and a couple of smoke machines were placed to enhance the experience I suppose.

"Shit. We actually work here" I'm in pure disbelief as We exit the building away from Mr.fester and towards the city.
"Liv, we are going to have so...much...fun!" she claims wholeheartedly.

Parting ways with an optimistic Aliyah I make my way towards Lidl. I find that taking back roads are so much more peaceful- away from the loud main roads. Less people, less problems.

My trip is going well until I hear voices.

"You know how this will end," a dark voice spoke.
"I do." A feminine tone replied.
"Then beg."

I stop In my tracks. Call it evseropping, nosieness or whatever you want- I had to know more. So, I hid behind a Krispy cremes dumpster.

"Please Sam. Please. I need this- I need you." The feminine voice pleaded. So the owner of the smooth voice is Sam?
"Your so desperate. Pathetic." Sam chuckles

What the fu-

The sound of a zipper being undone, the shuffling of feet and a thud against the wall. I swear if if one of these bastards die I was never here.

Moans.

Hot, greedy, sexy ass moans escaped from mystery girls mouth. I edged around the dumpster to see what was going on. I hated how much this intrigued me, more so how I began to feel heat in between my thighs.

Mystery girl had her back pressed against the brick wall of this dark ass alleyway stradeling Sams waist butt naked. Sam's (fully dressed) towering body held up the petite girl with one arm. I couldn't make out too much about them in this shady lighting.

Sam's head was dipped and she was evidently sucking on the girls perky breast. Damn I wish mine looked like those.

Sam teased, flicked her tongue over her nipple all while the girl's chest heaved up and down from arousal, short moans escaping her mouth.
"Your such a fucking whore for me Layla, admit it." That same silky voice commanded.

Laylah. So that's mystery girl's name.

Sam's free arm was evidently not so free, teasing Laylah's entrence mercilessly. First tracing her lips then tracing teasing, slow circles around her clit.

"Please," Laylah breathed, "Please," she ground into Sam's fingers begging for more contact.

Sam clearly knew what she was doing.