At clubs, he found pairs of pretty girls and offered them a bet – if they could get naked and cum from each other’s tongues right here, within fifteen minutes of him finishing talking, he would pay them a million dollars. If they tried but failed, he’d keep their clothes and publish the photographs he’d taken of them trying.
There were always stupid, slutty girls who tried. They often had never had a sexual experience with a girl before, but they were immediately willing to become public little lesbian fucktoys for the chance at the money, eagerly pressing their cunt against their friend’s lipsticked lips.
Of course, they never won the bet. The same aphrodisiac drug he’d laced their drinks with suppressed their ability to orgasm. They’d still be 69ing on the sticky floor of the nightclub, pathetically lapping at each other’s pussies and mewling with need for their unattainable orgasm, long after the 15 minutes had passed, long after he’d walked away with their clothes and with the photographs that would ruin their lives, and they’d usually continue until the bouncers were forced to break them up and turn them naked out onto the street…
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