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I emptied my wallet into Jade’s hand. Three hundred and ten quid. “That’s everything.”
“That’s plenty,” Scarlett said, and took one arm while Jade took the other.
The VIP booth barely fit the three of us. They sat me in the middle of the couch and stood in front of me, and then they started on each other.
Jade unhooked Scarlett’s bra. Scarlett tugged Jade’s sequinned top up over her head. They kissed, slow and open-mouthed, their tits pressing together, pale against olive, hands sliding down each other’s backs. I sat there gripping the velvet so hard I nearly tore it.
“Rules still apply,” Jade said over her shoulder. “To you.”
Then they both came for me.
Scarlett straddled my left thigh. Jade straddled my right. They ground on me in sync, two warm pussies rubbing my legs through their knickers, two pairs of tits in my face, their mouths taking turns on my neck. Jade palmed my cock through my jeans and squeezed. Scarlett laughed and put her hand on top of Jade’s.
“Twenty-seven and twenty-nine,” Scarlett whispered in my ear. “Fifty-six years of experience between us. You’re done for.”
I was. I came in my jeans with both their hands on me, bucking and groaning, while they kissed each other across my chest.
“Aww,” said Jade. “He lasted four minutes.”
They finished the half hour anyway, dancing for each other while I sat there, wrecked and broke and happier than I’d been all week. When the buzzer went, I realised I still had one question left.