"Outside, now." It's Josh, speaking through his teeth. His grip on your arm is harder than you expected, and you worry that you've genuinely pissed him off. Josh practically drags you towards the exit of the club, with Tyler following along with you.
Once you reach the car, Josh shoves you into the back seat, slamming the door behind you; you sit silently in the seat, watching Josh and Tyler get into the front seat. At first, as you drive back to the hotel, neither of them speak, staying completely silent, and you worry that you had ruined everything with your simple stunt.
"Do you know who that guy was?" Josh's voice rings out in the car, breaking the silence. You glance up in the rearview mirror, noting that Josh's eyes are still on the road. You part your lips, about to speak, but Josh continues.
"He's a fucking pornstar," Josh spits. "And you flirted with him, let him touch you and dance with you."
"It was harmless, Josh," you reply.
"Is that what you think?" Tyler chimes in. "You think that you can grind your ass up on some guy and it's harmless?"
"Tyler–"
"Don't," Josh interrupts. You don't attempt to speak again, simply stay silent for the rest of the ride to your hotel.
Once inside the room, you began to make your way to the bathroom, but Tyler grabs your arms, tugging you against his chest where you face Josh directly in front of you. Tyler keeps your arms held away from you, your back pressed against his chest. Josh brings his hands to the hem of your dress, working it up your thighs.
"Let's see," he mutters. "How wet did your pornstar friend get you?"
Tyler's grip on your arms tightens, making certain you couldn't move from his grasp, as Josh presses his fingers past your panties. As soon as his fingers come in contact with your folds, you take in a shaky breath, having so desperately missed his touch for the past two weeks.
"How wet is she, Josh?" Tyler asks from behind you, as he sets his chin on your shoulder.
"God, she's drenched," Josh scoffs. "Looks like that harmless little dance with Michael meant more than you thought, huh?"
"I'll bet he got hard with your ass rubbing on him like that," Tyler mutters into your ear. Your eyes stay on Josh, who is giving you a hard gaze, his jaw clenched.
"That must have been what got you all worked up."
"No, it's–"
"Is that what you want?" Josh asks. "You wanna be a little slut, grinding up on whoever's dick you can get?"
"It's not–"
"Stop it," Tyler interrupts. "Josh and I talked about this...and if you wanna be a slut, then we'll treat you like one." Josh moves from you, walking towards where his bags sat; he rifles through them for a few moments until he pulls out some speakers.
Tyler holds you still, nuzzling against your neck while Josh set the speakers up with his phone.
"What do you wanna hear, Tyler?" Josh asks.
"I'm not sure," Tyler responds. "What kind of music can she dance to that will make her look really fuckin' cheap?"
"I've got an idea," Josh says. He chooses a song from his phone and sets it down crossing to you again. He and Tyler sit abandon you, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking towards you as 'Do Something Strange' by Ludacris begins to play.
"Good song choice, dude," Tyler chuckles.
"What...what do you want me to do?" you ask, feeling shy under their gaze.
"I think lap dances sound nice," Josh says. "Get to it."
You stay still for a moment, biting your lip as you study the serious expressions on their faces. After a moment, when the song begins to intensify, you start swaying, running your hands up your body; you trace your hands over your breasts, up your neck and into your hair. Closing your eyes, you try to get lost in the music, swaying your body around when you feel a pair of hands set on your hips.
