The first girl, a redhead with fiery eyes and a confident smile, leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "I'm Kat, but you can call me whatever you want." Her breath is hot and heavy, her hand gently caressing your thigh.
The second girl, a blonde with a body made for sin, slides closer, her fingers tracing a path up your chest. "I'm Amber," she murmurs, her voice husky and inviting. "But don't let my look fool you, I'm not as sweet as you might think." Her eyes glint with mischief and desire.
The third girl, a brunette with dark, mysterious eyes and a seductive gaze, leans forward, her lips barely touching your ear. "I'm Bubble," she whispers, her voice like a siren's song.
You glance over at the three girls sharing your car, their names now revealed - Kat, Amber, and Bubbles.
Kat, a fiery redhead, has her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, revealing a face that's both delicate and fierce. Her bright green eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and anticipation. She wears a skimpy leather jacket, the collar turned up, and a low-cut black top that reveals ample cleavage. Her short skirt, held up by a shiny belt, leaves little to the imagination, revealing long, toned legs.
Amber, a tall blonde with legs that seem to stretch on forever, wears a tight pink minidress that accentuates her figure. The dress's plunging neckline reveals a fair amount of cleavage, while the hem rides high up her thighs. Amber's hair cascades down her shoulders in loose waves, framing her face as she smiles at you, her blue eyes filled with mischief.
Bubble, a petite brunette with a curvy figure, is dressed in a form-fitting black catsuit, the fabric stretching over her body like a second skin. Her dark hair is styled in loose curls that fall around her face, drawing attention to her full lips and high cheekbones.
As you take in their appearance, you can't help but feel a rush of excitement and desire wash over you. These women are dangerous, seductive, and they're here for a wild night with you.
The girls waste no time, climbing onto your lap and tearing at your clothes. You feel their warm breath on your neck as they kiss and nibble at your ear, their hands deftly undoing your belt. You're surrounded by the intoxicating scent of their perfume and the taste of their lipstick as they explore your body with a fervor that takes your breath away. Kat straddles you, her short skirt riding up to reveal her lacy panties. She grinds against you, her movements growing more urgent as she moans with pleasure.
Amber kisses her way down your chest, her tongue tracing the contours of your muscles as she goes. She reaches your belt buckle, freeing it with a practiced ease. You feel her hand wrap around your hardening cock, stroking it gently at first, then with a growing intensity that makes you groan with pleasure.
Bubble, not to be left out, leans in to kiss you deeply. Her tongue probes your mouth, exploring every inch as you respond in kind. The girl on your lap unzips your pants, freeing your aching cock. She positions herself over you, guiding you inside her. You thrust upwards, burying yourself deep inside her as she cries out with pleasure. The other girls continue to explore your body, their hands and mouths driving you wild with desire.
"Oh fuck, you feel so good," you groan, your hands gripping her hips as you pound into her.
She leans back, bracing herself against the dashboard as she rides you harder and faster. The car shudders with each thrust, the windows fogging up from the heat of your bodies. Then you pull out.
The girl between your legs moans as she continues to stroke your cock, her hand slick with lubricant. "You like that, baby?" she asks, her voice husky with desire.
"Fuck yeah, I do." You grab her head, guiding her mouth down onto your cock. She takes you deep, her lips wrapped tight around your shaft as she bobs her head up and down. The other girls watch, their eyes glazed with desire as they continue to touch themselves, their moans and gasps filling the car.
You feel the pressure building, your balls tightening as you near your climax. The girl on your lap writhes and grinds, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"I'm gonna cum," you growl, your hips bucking as you erupt in her mouth. She moans, swallowing every drop as you fill her throat.
They cheer and clap, their own pleasure building to a fever pitch. You take a moment to catch your breath, then turn your attention to them, ready to give them the same pleasure they've given you. You take charge, instructing each girl on what you want them to do. One straddles your face, her wet folds inches from your mouth. You don't hesitate, plunging your tongue deep inside her, tasting her sweetness. She grinds against you, her moans growing louder as you bring her closer to climax.
The other two girls take turns sucking and stroking your cock, their lips and hands working in tandem to drive you wild. You're surrounded by the sounds of their pleasure, the smell of their arousal, and the feel of their bodies against yours. It's a sensory overload, but you relish in it, taking it all in as you lose yourself in the moment.
You feel the familiar pressure building again, your balls tightening as you approach another orgasm. "I'm close," you groan, your voice muffled by the girl grinding on your face. The girls on your cock quicken their pace, their hands and mouths working in a frenzy as they sense your impending climax.
With a final thrust, you explode, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave. The girls moan in unison, their own pleasure peaking as they feel your warmth spill over their tongues.
Exhausted but satisfied, you collapse back against the seat, the girls curled up beside you. The car is silent, save for the sound of your heavy breathing and the distant hum of the city nightlife.
You look at the health displayed on the HUD. It is 175. "What a pleasant surprise". You smile, satisfy with this new discover.
After an intimate session with the three girls, you drive them back to Love Fist.
As you make your way through the neon-lit streets, the girls are still giggling and chatting in the back seat, clearly in high spirits from the night's events. The city is alive with the usual chaos, but you navigate through it with ease, your mind focused on the task at hand.
You pull up to the V-Rock studio, the car's headlights cutting through the darkness. The building is as lively as ever, with the sound of rock music spilling out into the street. You park the car and turn to the girls.
"Alright, ladies, here we are," you say, your voice carrying a hint of satisfaction. "Time to make Love Fist's night unforgettable."
They giggle and nod, piling out of the car with a mix of excitement and professionalism. You follow them inside, the heavy beat of the music growing louder with each step.
Inside the studio, the atmosphere is electric. The band members are lounging around, clearly in the middle of a break. Kent Paul spots you first, a grin spreading across his face.
"Oi, you really came through for us, mate!" he exclaims, clapping you on the back. "Didn't think you'd manage it, but here we are."
The girls saunter over to the band members, who immediately perk up, their faces lighting up with delight. Jezz Torrent, the lead singer, looks over at you with a smirk.
"Good to see ya," he says, grabbing the drug package from your hand then raising a drink in your direction. "And thanks for the company."
"No problem," you reply, leaning against the wall as you watch the scene unfold. The girls quickly integrate themselves into the group, their presence lifting the mood and bringing a new level of energy to the room.
Kat, the sultry redhead, drapes herself across Jezz's lap. "So, what's the plan, boys?" she purrs, running a finger down his chest. "Gonna show us a good time?"
Jezz grins, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, we'll show you a good time, alright. What do you think, lads? How about we make it a night to remember?"
Willy chimes in, "Yeah, let's have a proper party! Everyone joins in!"
Kent Paul leans in close, his voice low and conspiratorial. "What do you say, mate? Fancy stickin' around for a bit of fun?"
You shake your head with a smile. "Nah, you lot enjoy yourselves. I've got other business to take care of."
The girls laugh, clearly used to this kind of arrangement. "Suit yourself, handsome," Amber, the blonde says, winking at you. "We'll take good care of them."
You give them a nod and turn to leave, your job done. As you step out into the night, the sounds of laughter and music follow you, a stark contrast to the chaotic streets outside.
"Typical prostitutes", you shake your head.