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3 fingers deep in her mouth as her thighs squeeze one of mine so tight my bones are aching in pain, halfway around the corner and not remotely out of sight from the club she looks up at me, the slight curves of her cheekbones framing blankly staring dazed eyes, unable to smile as she chokes but exuding the undeniable aura of satisfaction and hungry, the interplay of satiety and deepest basest need. I step back and hit her hard across the jaw, let her crumple for the slightest second and grab her by the throat, pinning her to the wall and entering her with my other hand simultaneously and our eyes meet. She sucks in air, eyes widen impossibly farther and as a rivulet of snot and spit pulls a series of tears of her face with it as it falls her teeth move closer together, a deliberate motion coupled with a listless turning upwards of her chin, sending that glassy eyed junkie smile my way one more time before collapsing onto me, both arms wrapped around my one as my fingers work inside her, quick work after all that foreplay, she is shaking uncontrollably in two frantic minutes but takes at least twice as long to recover enough to stand and walk back towards the bar, still clutching my arm close, holding my hand between her legs and sighing, panting, faint moans in my ear, as we pass the bouncer she pulls me closer and passes my hand across her lips and clit, through the thinly woven fabric of her dress and lets out an over dramatic moan pitched just right, confirming the suspicions of the ten or so cigarette smokers who had no doubt been watching us the entire time, and letting the bouncer, and everyone within ten feet of the door, know that she could fuck them and rip off their heads and they would thank her for it.