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It was a small shop in a mostly shuttered strip mall. Frank had worked there for over a year, and it was owned by a friend of his so he had the run of the place. Frank jumped out first and waited to get the keys from Sam. It was already pretty late and the shop was closed.

"Welcome to my domain, at least while John is out." Said Frank, opening the door.

The shop was modest, but well-kept and clean looking. Frank tried to convince his brother to get his first tattoo finally. Jacob flatly refused, he was entirely convinced that if he let Frank try it, he would end up with a tattoo of a dick. When Frank had first made the suggestion, he would have never really considered doing that. But now that his brother was so convinced it would happen, Frank was definitely considering it.

"What about you missy, would you like to start off with a nice tasteful face tattoo?" Frank asked Mira.

"I'm thinking a piercing. Maybe my navel." She responded.

"No problem, just follow me back into my office."

Frank led her to a small, curtained room. Sam and Jacob slumped into some waiting chairs and Kat turned on the stereo system. The uneven night Sam was having wasn't what he had planned. He tried to convince himself that his prospects with Mira hadn't changed. She had worn that over-the-top outfit for him after all. Frank closed the curtain behind him.

Frank did his preliminary handwashing and put on some latex gloves and started to disinfect and prepare the area. Mira sat in the dentist style chair beside him. She was surprised at how professional he acted at first.

"I got some bad news darling." He said.

"What's up?" She asked.

"We're all out of needles for navel piercings."

"Really. How about a nose piercing?" She knew he was full of shit but played along.

"We just used the last one."

"Eyebrow?"

"We've been out of those for weeks."

"Alright well, I guess I'm not getting a piercing. Unless you had some other suggestion."

"I hate to say it, but we are up to our ears in nipple piercing needles. But the choice is yours. Obviously."

"Okay. I'll let you pierce my nipple." She said, offering him a furtive smile.

"I need to go through a few warnings and such first." He said. "You can't swim or take bathes for three to four months. You need to irrigate it every day during that time. Just google it to find out how, and you need to sign this." He handed her a standard release form.

"Is there anything else I need to know?" She said it in the most suggestive voice possible while provocatively readjusting her legs.

"Maybe, but it's purely anecdotal."

"What is it?"

"The women I've known who get this piercing, became much sluttier afterwards."

"We'll just have to cross that bridge when we come to it." She said, biting the pen between her teeth.

Frank went to the sink and rewashed his hands and put on fresh gloves. Outside of the room, the rest of the group waited.

"How long does this usually take?" asked Sam.

"Oh, it depends. He just read her the do's and don'ts, I think, but it could still be a while." Said Kat. She was the closest to the door but with the curtain and music it was hard to hear. "I am bored though. Do you want to make-out?"

"No thanks." Sam was weirded out by the question.

"Alright little dude, you're up."

She sat on Jacob's lap and started intensely kissing him. Oddly, Jacob wasn't entirely surprised by this turn of events. Kat and Frank had a strange relationship, and this wasn't the first time this had happened to him.

Back in the piercing room, Frank sat down next to Mira.

"I'm not going to be able to do this if you're covered up." He said.

"What should I take off?" she asked, coaxing him to escalate the situation.

"Whatever you're comfortable with."

Her shirt and bra could have been easily pulled down to expose only what was necessary for the procedure, but that's not what she did. Mira grabbed the bottom of her tank and pulled off over her head. The motion tossed her pink hair dramatically. She laid there wearing a thin black bra which her slightly erect nipples pushed against visibly. The bra had a small gold clasp in the front.

"Do you think I should take this off too?" she asked coyly.

"In my professional opinion, yes." He answered.

Mira unclasped the bra, tucking her arms out from the straps to remove it completely. She was breathing fast, and Frank took his time admiring her exposed breasts as they rised and fell. They were average sized with large pink areolas. Her light silky skin enticed Frank.

"Which one would you like pierced?"

"I'm not sure. Is there a right answer?" Mira said. She actually grabbed her breasts and pushed them together to inspect while considering the question. "How about you choose for me."

"Hmm, which one?" He reached out and grabbed her right breast with his hand, massaging it in his mock attempt to choose. As he continued his "assessment" with her left breast, Mira closed her eyes and started to writhe her fishnet-clad legs pleasurably. The plaid skirt edged up her legs revealing more of the bare flesh above her stockings.

"We're going to pierce your left tit." Said Frank, finally letting go of Mira.

He disinfected her with a wet cloth, taking his time while he caressed her hard nipple. Frank picked up his forceps to hold the nipple in place. If this happened at any other moment of her life, Mira would have been incredibly nervous, but now it felt like the appropriate trajectory of the evening. Painful or not, she wanted it to happen, she wanted him to do it.

Frank clamped the forceps in place, pinching her nipple firmly between the blades. It hurt and Mira held her mouth agape in reaction. Frank placed a piece of cork on one side of her nipple and picked up the needle with his other hand. In one smooth motion, he penetrated her skin, driving the needle through her nipple and into the cork. She yelped in pain but smiled immediately after as she stared into his eyes.

Outside of the room, Mira's yelp was just audible over the music. It stirred Sam's attention who was on his phone trying to ignore Kat and Jacob. The two of them were still making out, Jacob's hand was now down the back of her pants. A few minutes later the curtain slid open. Kat and Jacob stopped their session as Mira emerged from the room with a mischievous grin on her face. Her pierced breast was uncovered. She was wearing her shirt again, but the cleavage line was pulled down below her left breast. Her nipple now wore a standard silver barbell piercing.

"You punk slut. Good job." Said Kat.

Sam was flabbergasted watching Mira cross the room. He had often fantasized about seeing her topless, but now there she was, confidently baring herself in front of several people. She sat in the chair beside him.

"So, what do you think?" She asked Sam.

"What a crazy night. It looks nice." He replied. A surreal feeling came over him after her question. It gave him a permission to ogle her that he never previously felt.

She rested her head on his shoulder, and he continued to stare down at her naked breast. Mira enjoyed her little foray with Frank, and could now appreciated how sexy he was, but that was no reason to divert her plans with Sam. She may have invited Frank to fondle her, but it didn't change anything. Sam could have locked her down months ago, she was just enjoying the interim. But now Mira was horny, and it was Sam's chance to do something about it.

Kat had resumed making out with Jacob, even though Frank was now there. Mira placed her hand on Sam's chest and upturned her face to him and pressed her dark red lips against his. Frank walked to the front counter and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from behind it, pouring himself a shot. As he drained the glass, he looked from Kat, who was fully straddling his brother, to the other couple making out. It seemed that his prospects for the evening had plummeted. He brought the bottle with him into the piercing room and collapsed into the dentist chair, he could still barely see Mira at a sharp angle through the door. The metal piercing was glinted on her breast.

"I need to take this guy to the restroom, there's an anatomical concern I need to check out." Said Kat, pulling Jacob up by the wrist.

Mira and Sam were surprised by Kat's brashness, but once they were gone, Mira climbed on Sam's lap and continued to kiss him. Sam felt pressed into an awkward situation. He was turned on and fully interested in where things were going with Mira, but he really didn't want to do those things around other people. Her breast was out, right in front of him, but he was pretty sure he shouldn't touch it because of the new piercing.

"One sec, one sec." said Sam, pulling away from Mira's lips.

"What's up?" She asked, wearing a surprised look on her face.

"I just wasn't sure what our plan was."

"There wasn't a plan, but maybe Kat and Jacob have the right idea."

"I'm just not sure I want to around other people, and I keep worrying that I'm going to graze your nipple and it's going to be a problem. So maybe it's not a good idea right now."

"Yeah, you're right. I need to be careful." Said Mira in frustration. She stood up and turned towards the piercing room.

"Something up?" asked Sam stupidly.

"No, I just wanted to consult with Frank about piercing care." She said. Mira stepped into the room and slid the curtain shut.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you a question about the after effects of the piercing, I'm worried there could be a problem." She said this while gripping and examining her still naked breast.

"This is to be expected. Are you turning into a slut darling?" asked Frank.

"I think so actually."

Mira set her teeth on her bottom lip after saying it. Frank nearly choked upon hearing her response. He genuinely thought she had a health question, and his quip was only a joke. She looked fantastic standing there. Her legs were crossed, and she held her hands together as she watched him with a kittenish look.

"Why come to me with this concern?" He said, trying not to get his hopes up. Sam couldn't have dropped the ball that hard.

"Maybe you could help me out."

He gestured for her to join him on the chair. As she crossed the room, she pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the side. Mira straddled him in the dentist chair which was partially reclined. Sam was right about one thing, she really didn't know what the plan was. Frank lifted his arms, and she helped him remove his shirt. Once it was off, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down to him -- kissing Mira feverishly. Unlike Sam, Frank knew she needed to be careful with the piercing, he just didn't give a shit. Her breasts pressed firmly into his chest as they passionately kissed. Mira's short skirt rode high on her hips, and the bottom of her ass cheeks were visible beneath her underpants. She could feel his penis hardening through his jeans. His erection pressed against her crotch, and she began to grind herself into it.

His kisses tasted like menthol and liquor, it was just what she wanted from him. Her crush on that drummer awakened something inside of her. It grew into such an obsession that she pleasured herself regularly to his pictures, to the idea of him. But the drummer was only a fantasy, Frank was what she really wanted -- a jacked tatted punk who didn't take shit. Someone who wouldn't balk at the opportunity to do anything and everything to her. She sat up and started to unhook the clasp on her skirt.

"No, no, no, leave it on for now. I like it." He said.

Mira climbed off of Frank and the chair and reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. She still wore the stockings and Chuck Taylors. Her breasts jiggled as she struggled to balance while pulling the panties past her shoes. When she finally got her underwear off, Frank took her hand and brought her closer to him, reaching under her skirt.

"Kat keeps it waxed down there so this is a nice change of pace." He said as he felt her vagina with his course hand.

Without warning, he shoved his two middle fingers into her. Mira gasped and doubled over, balancing herself against Frank.

"That is one wet pussy. Slut." He said.

Her whole life she hated vulgar language like that. It occurred to her that any other time she would have slapped someone for saying that to her, and why the fuck wouldn't she now. She smirked as she smacked Frank across the face. Frank could and had taken a hit before so he didn't get mad about the slap, but the slap certainly wouldn't go unanswered. Using his fingers that were still inside of her, he pulled Mira to the edge of the chair and bent her over his lap. She shrieked as it happened.

"Oh, you bastard!" she said playfully.

Mira's face rested the crotch of his jeans, her feet still on the floor and her ass sticking out behind. Frank pulled his fingers from her and flipped her plaid skirt up revealing her butt. There were a few mirrors around the room, and one gave Frank a perfect view of Mira's butt. It was easily the nicest ass he had ever seen and looked even better because of the fishnet stockings which stopped about halfway up her hips.

"Alright, do the thing." He said.

Because of her position, Mira knew just what he meant. She set her legs apart and balanced her weight on the toes of her Converse sneakers and started to twerk. He slapped her right butt cheek hard. She didn't stop. Frank was transfixed, watching her ass move up and down. In the mirror he could intermittently see her vagina and pink bush peeking out from underneath as her ass cheeks reared. He gathered a ponytail of her long pink locks in a tight fist and jerked her head back, slapping her butt again. With her neck extended uncomfortably and hair straining against the base of her scalp, Mira simply stared at Frank, her eyes full of lust.

"Good job." He said.

Frank let her up off the chair. She stopped twerking and he knelt down in front of her. He leaned Mira against the wall and lifted one of her legs to spread her vagina and buried his face in it. His nose pressed into her pink bush as he stimulated her clitoris with his tongue. It was her first time being eaten out, and Frank knew what he was doing. She grabbed his mohawk tightly and held his face to her, moving her hips to grind herself against him.

"Are you going to have time to give me another piercing tonight?" asked Kat. She appeared suddenly at the doorway in her shirt and panties.

Mira looked up on hearing the voice and wore a guilty expression on her face. Frank's tongue was still moving inside of her. She was momentarily scared and embarrassed, but it quickly became apparent that Kat wasn't surprised or upset by anything she saw. Still, Frank stopped and stood up and Mira lowered her leg.

"Probably not, we can tomorrow though." Frank responded benignly.

Kat waved him off and left the room sliding the curtain closed behind her. Sam still sat in his chair watching his perspective of things playing out. The evening had taken on an unreal atmosphere. He was aware that Frank and Kat were a little strange, but she had blatantly taken Jacob to the bathroom and did something with him. Jacob now sat casually in one of the seats and scrolled through his phone. It was strange that Mira suddenly left to ask Frank some questions, but maybe it was just concern about the piercing. She was gone for a long time and he thought that he may have heard her cry out once or twice, but it easily could have been his imagination with the loud music playing. He wasn't sure what he heard. Maybe she was getting another piercing.

Primarily, Sam just felt stupid. He regretted stopping his make-out session with Mira and was now aroused, thinking about how she looked. He watched intently as Kat opened the curtain to the piercing room, but he had a bad angle and couldn't see or hear what they were saying.

After Kat closed the curtain, Mira squatted down and unbelted Frank's pants. She pulled them down slowly, his engorged member jumped out eagerly.

"I kind of thought you would have a tattoo or piercing down here." Mira said taking his erect penis in her hand.

"Why mess with perfection. It's all me down there." Said Frank.

There was a lot of him. Mira held it with both hands, massaging the base. It was very exciting for her, but this would be her first time giving head and she was a little anxious. She pushed through her nerves and licked his shaft, running her tongue up the underside. He made a delighted groan in response, and it further spurred her on. When she took him into her mouth, Mira overdid it a bit. Frank was significantly longer than she was capable of fitting, and she went too far. Mira was forced to withdraw temporarily and coughed from choking herself.

"Come on. You're doing great." Frank coaxed her, nudging the tip of his hard penis against her spittle covered lips.

The second attempt went much better as she smoothly pistoned  her head back and forth upon him, while Frank callously gripped a fist of her hair. Mira enjoyed being able to smell him and taste him, but as she continued, she began to notice something. Removing his penis from her mouth, she crouched closer and licked him again to confirm her suspicion, it was Kat.

Frank must have had sex with her at the concert, and he was now letting Mira clean the residue of that sex off of him. It was disgusting and disrespectful. Something Sam would never do to her. Mira stopped and considered what an insensitive asshole Frank really was, but knew that's exactly why she was doing this. He knew what he wanted and went after it. There was no waiting for him. No months of wondering if he would get up the guts to kiss her, only to chicken out in the end. He wasn't pathetic, and that's why she was dragging her tongue down his cock, dutifully licking off Kat's residue and his old semen.

"We need to cool it for a bit, and I need a condom." Said Frank.

"Okay." Said Mira, standing up.

Frank was about to go grab one from the front of the store, but then had a cruel idea.

"You know what? You go get it. They're in a drawer behind the front counter." He said. "Oh, and there's one other thing."

Sam was almost ready to check on Mira. The consultation was taking forever, and it was super late. But Mira slid the curtain open once more. She was completely topless at this point and her hair was askew. He stupidly hoped she was topless for his sake, failing to notice her hair or the snapped threads of the fishnets. Sam stood up to acknowledge her, but she avoided his gaze and scurried to the front counter.

Mira frantically rummaged for the condoms, but there were a lot of drawers. Her agitation was split evenly between wanting to return to Frank and hoping that, if she was quick, maybe Sam would be oblivious to what was happening. Kat was enjoying the comedy of the situation but took pity on Mira and showed her which drawer.

"No not that one. You need one of those." Said Kat, correcting Mira's choice.

Once Mira had the condom, she started towards the piercing room, then stopped. She remembered the other thing Frank told her to do and walked to the stereo and turned it off. Frank would have pursued Mira that night no matter what. She was a dream girl with her dark mischievous eyes and long hair, and her outfit was insane. But in addition to all that, Sam had annoyed Frank for years. So why not fuck with him. After turning off the stereo, she ran across the shop, the squeaks of her sneakers echoed in the now silent room. Sam saw the condom flash in her hand. He might not of believed his eyes, but when she stopped to close the curtain the back of her skirt flared up, revealing her naked ass. He knew what was going to happen, and a wretched feeling ran through him as he sat back down and waited.

When Mira returned to Frank, he was totally naked. He rubbed his erection casually to keep it solid. She held up the condom and smiled.

"Thanks for getting the condom." He said loudly, clearly wanting to make sure those outside the room could hear.

He tried to pull her skirt off and it only made it about a third of the way down her butt. Mira's hips were far too wide to just yank it off. She unclasped the skirt, holding the condom in her teeth, and Frank untied her shoes. As much as the outfit was perfect, Mira had an amazing body, and Frank wanted her naked -- except maybe the fishnets. Once they had taken off the skirt and shoes and sock, Frank returned to the dentist chair and lounged with his arms behind his head.

Mira went over to him, tiptoeing on the cold tile floor. She carefully unwrapped the condom and then checked the wrapper for instructions. It was obvious that she was confused so he showed her how to do it. She rolled it down the final half of his length herself. He sat with his penis standing straight up ready to go. Mira seemed a little unsure.

"What's up pussycat?" asked Frank.

"Well. I really want to, but I'm not sure how to go about it." Said Mira, dancing around the important point. "It's my first time."

Frank was stunned, he hadn't even considered that as a possibility. It made him feel a little bad about the situation, not too bad though. He got up and had her sit on the chair, adjusting it so it was one flat inclined surface. She laid there with her legs straight, so Frank grabbed her ankles and pushed them up to her butt, spreading her wide open for him.

"It might not be the most comfortable thing." He said. She thought it may have been his attempt at being sweet until he continued. "If you want something you've got to tell me, slut."

"I want your dick." She said.

"What was that? Be specific."

"I want your dick in my pussy."

She really had been trying to keep her voice down, but Frank goaded her. Mira was getting desperate and shouted her last remark. He slid on top of her, Mira's curvy legs stuck out on either side of him. His penis rested on the damp outer lips of her vagina. In deference of it being her first time, Frank spat into his hand and lubricated himself. It had been a long night, and he had wanted this since he saw her walking towards his car. He was done waiting.

On her last birthday one of Mira's friends bought her a penis shaped vibrator as a gag. Among her close friends, it was general knowledge that she was sexually inexperienced. They purchased the gift exclusively to get a video of her reaction while opening it. Neither Mira nor her friends imagined there was any realistic chance she would use it. But then came her crush on the drummer. It happened organically, Mira touching herself to pictures of him and imagining him touching her. One day she found a picture of him wearing his jeans so low that she could just barely see the base of his penis. She couldn't stop thinking of his dick and thought "Why not." Mira dug out the vibrator and finally used it and kept using it -- dozens of times since that day.

Thanks to her experience with the vibrator, she was pretty confident about her ability to have sex, or at least her ability to take a dick. But then Frank drove himself into her, and Mira knew her preconceptions were very wrong. Whatever her expectations were, the size of his penis was outside of them. The fit was exceedingly tight, and he just kept pushing deeper into her. Mira shrieked and Frank stopped moving, but he was already most of the way in her.

"Alright punk girl, you're not a virgin anymore. Can we keep going?" Said Frank.

It calmed her down to hear him speaking so casually. She realized her body had tensed up while he penetrated her, but she now felt better after relaxing her muscles.

"Yeah, keep going." she said breathlessly.

Mira's naked skin glistened with perspiration and her chest rised and fell with her panting breaths. Frank carefully started to move his hips. She held her breath. It no longer felt so uncomfortable, but he still barely fit within her. The intense amount of stimulation she felt overloaded her brain. Mira finally found her voice and her silent gaping mouth cried out rapturously. Frank started to grunt as he steadily increased his speed.

Outside of the room, Sam could hear everything -- from Mira's indecent moans to Frank's comment on her freshly shed virginity. It was miserable for him, but he just sat there. He thought that if he got up and left, it would somehow confirm the embarrassing reality of the situation. If he just sat there maybe he could pretend it wasn't happening.

A feeling of unreality came over her as she watched him. Frank's firm tattooed body oscillating upon her as sweat dripped from his mohawk onto her belly. He maintained his gradual pace, pressing her butt into the polyurethan seat of the chair. Mira was getting accustomed to him and pulled Frank down to kiss her, quivering as his member penetrated deep into her warm vagina.

He forced his tongue into her mouth and rolled it wildly, she could taste herself on him. As they intensely made out, he grabbed her right breast and pinched her erect already nipple hard. She mewed in delight. Mira was becoming more and more aroused, but something occurred to her. Frank was ruthlessly grabbing her breast. He was biting and pulling her lip, but his hips were moving slowly and gently. Even at his current methodical pace, she could barely handle him.

"You're moving pretty slow. Am I too much for you to handle?" It was foolish, but she couldn't help saying it.

Mira instigated him, and his response was to shove his entire length into her at once. She curled her toes and writhed her fingers in desperate search of something to grab onto. Thanks to her words, Frank was now unencumbered and pumped his hips ruthlessly. It overwhelmed her, and in that abject state, she could only cling to the chair's metal frame and whimper as he fucked her without pity.

Kat sat in the front of the store and listened intently to Frank and Mira. It wasn't her first time in a situation like this and she was enjoying hearing him. Jacob nodded off in his chair and Sam sat staring at the wall, looking white as a ghost. Sam was filled with immeasurable regret while he sat there listening. If he was just a little bolder, just a little less afraid, this wouldn't be happening. But it was happening, he was trapped there listening to Mira's pathetic sighs gradually becoming obscene lows of pleasure. He loathed his existence as her cries both destroyed and aroused him.

In a moment of clarity, Mira clapped her hand over her mouth. She never intended to be so loud, and before they started, held out a feeble hope that somehow, they could keep it secret. But her attempted discretion was unnecessary, because the loud wet slapping of their bodies transparently confirmed what was happening. The freckles stood out on her blushing face as he deliberately grinded himself against her clitoris. She overcame any discomfort she had seemingly all at once, and her world became one of careening pleasure.

Frank was ready for a change of pace and wrapped an arm behind Mira and lifted her up. The pair spun around so that he now sat in the chair. She was on top of him now with her legs wedged against the sides of the armrests -- keeping her in place. He was still inside of her and Mira purposefully started to roll her hips. She rested her palms on his chest, breasts wedged provocatively between her stiff arms. Unlike when Frank was on top, Mira held only half of his length within her.

She threw her hands above her head and swayed her body, in imitation of the dance they shared at the concert. Frank was intoxicated by Mira. She had a preternatural intuition of how to satisfy him. She leaned forward and winded her hips. At this point, much of his bravo had drained away as she took control. She noticed the change and leaned down to him with confidence, planting a gentle kiss on his lips.

"You seemed to like those moves, but I think I know what you really want." She purred into his ear.

Mira adjusted herself, cocking her ass up slightly as she laid across his chest began to twerk. Back at the concert, she noticed he couldn't keep his eyes off her butt, which inspired her to twerk the first time. Frank was obviously someone who appreciated that her hips and butt were a little wide for her frame.

He was in ecstasy but could tell how much shallower she was compared to when he was on top. It was getting near the end, and that needed to change. Frank put his hand around her back and pulled her down upon him while lifting his hips to meet her. Mira's faced strained as he fucked her, but she wouldn't stop her hips. His cock electrified her, but the immense exhilaration was hard earned. He was huge, and she could barely handle it. In fact, she couldn't handle it at all.

Mira's world tilted on its axis as her orgasm struck with sudden and overwhelming pleasure. She could do nothing but embrace him and cry out vulgarly as her body shook in violent euphoric convulsions. Frank instinctively thrust himself up into her vagina, as it tightened around him. She draped over him in a state of complete helplessness and moaned as he bucked hard into her. The metal structure of the chair whined beneath them as their hips moved in desperate unison.

Frank sat up and reluctantly withdrew himself from her. He expected to come soon and yanked off the condom, discarding it carelessly to the floor. Mira was forced to sit up along with Frank as her climax was subsiding. The pair sat right against one another in a close embrace, the base of his engorged penis resting against her sex-soaked pink bush. He looked at her and thought about where to come -- maybe on her belly or tits or right between those brown eyes, where he could watch it drip down her freckled cheeks. While he considered this, she took his member in her hand once more and started to rock herself against him. The wet lips of her vagina caressing the bottom of his penis while her palm massaged its head.

She was very good at this, and Frank was resigned to finish on her pink pubes, but he didn't. Frank drank a lot that night and, though he had a rock-hard erection, he wasn't ready to come as soon as expected. She continued to stimulate him, circling her hips so her vagina glossed tight damp circles on his shaft. He held her fast, gripping her ass, and they started to kiss once more.

Mira met his lips enthusiastically, desiring to repay the satisfaction he had given her. She allowed Frank to sloppily stir his tongue in her mouth, his unchecked appetite slicking her face with saliva. As she continued to massage herself upon him, Mira realized that her arousal, which seemed so distant moments ago, was once again building. The motion of her hips changed, and she dragged her vagina up and down along the shaft of his penis -- pressing into him hard so his member split her lips apart.

Frank looked into her innocent eyes as she did this, noticing the purple bruise right above her eyebrow. He felt so good against her, and she thought to herself, "Why shouldn't I?" Mira continued with the same motion of her hips, but went a little farther this time. When she lowered herself this time, she took his bare erection deep within her. It was kismet. Frank gazed at her in disbelief as he felt the smooth inner walls of her vagina arouse him.

"You're fucking slut." Said Frank, loving her for the choice.

Mira gave him a devilish smile. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and emphatically churned upon him, once again holding him more shallowly within her. A problem was developing for Frank.

"You're going to have to hop off so I can finish." He Said, trying to sound casual.

But she had him right where she wanted him, and he wasn't the only one getting close to something. Mira dropped her ass, immersing him fully inside of her. Frank though she was crazy, but it felt incredible and knew he could last a few more moments.

"Oh! Frank!" Mira cried out scandalously.

She shook violently and clung to him -- climaxing once more. He was ready finally, and happily accepted what she offered him. His hips surged with his orgasm as he ejaculated heavily inside of her raw vagina. She hummed in satisfaction, feeling his warm release fill her. Moments later, they laid panting contentedly in one another's embrace.

Eventually, Mira climbed off of Frank to get dressed. Her legs were jelly, and she balanced against the mirror and pulled off the now ruined fishnets. Frank watched her naked body, enjoying his afterglow.

When they finally opened the curtain, Mira wore a loose-fitting t-shirt with the tattoo shop's logo on it along with her plaid skirt. Jacob slouched in his chair, nodding off, and Sam was just staring at the floor, broken hearted. Without saying a word, Frank tossed Sam his keys, which landed in the boy's lap and jolted him from his stupor.

"Let's get going. It's late." Said Frank.

Frank led them out the door, meeting Kat who was smoking on the sidewalk in front of the shop. Sam was in mild shock as he climbed into the car and made him even more surprised when Mira sat in the front passenger seat beside him. At this point he felt hollow and had no idea what to make of their dynamic. He glanced down and saw the bruises on her bare legs where she braced against the chair to ride Frank. He assumed the marks were somehow related to her and Frank having sex but said nothing and pulled the car out of the lot.

"Thanks for inviting me tonight. I really appreciate it." Mira said to Sam.

"You're welcome." He responded automatically, regretting his particular choice of words in lieu of the evening's events.

Mira may have been swept up earlier in the night, but she wasn't naive to her decision's effects on Sam. Even if Frank's brazenness had excited her, she had some regrets -- turning off the stereo really was too much. But it wasn't as though no external factors helped incite her behavior. Mira tried and tried again for Sam's attention, but he kept holding back. At the end of the night, literally, she had to accept that they still weren't in a relationship. Once Frank made it apparent that he wanted her, and she felt the same towards him, she struggled to find a good enough reason not to.

As the car chugged through the street-lit city, Mira considered her prospects. Physically, she had an amazing time with Frank, but she knew there was no future with him. He and Kat were dozing on each other in the back seat. As for Sam, Mira enjoyed spending time with him, and she didn't think that needed to change.

"Hey what are you doing tomorrow? Or I guess later today?" Mira asked Sam.

"I'm not sure. Why?" Sam replied.

"I thought you might want to watch a movie at my house or something."

Sam was surprised by the invitation. He generally expected, after everything that happened, they would mostly disappear from one another's lives.

"Yeah, I'm free. Text me when you get up." he said, surprising himself.

Sam's right arm set on the rest between he and Mira. She reached over and took his hand in hers. The pair drove home, hand in hand, while Frank's semen slowly dripped from Mira's vagina -- pooling in her cotton panties.