My breath quickened, my fingers hovering just above my swollen clit as the cool air teased my bare skin. Caitlin’s control over me was absolute, her commands making me hotter than I ever thought possible.

I glanced over my shoulder, my body trembling. The man across the way was no longer pretending to be casual; he leaned fully against the glass, his gaze locked on me like a predator watching his prey. The woman in the robe had set down her drink, her lips parted slightly as her eyes roamed over my body. They could see me. I knew that now.

And the thought had me soaked.

My hand moved lower, guided by instinct, horniness and Caitlins commands. My fingers brushed against my lips and I let out a soft gasp, the sound barely audible over the distant hum of city noise. My thighs quivered as I circled my clit gently, the forbidden nature of what I was doing making it feel even more intense.

“Are you touching yourself?” Caitlin’s message buzzed on my phone, making me flinch.

“Yes,” I replied, my free hand trembling as I typed.

“Good girl. Now spread your legs wider. Let them see everything.”

I hesitated for a moment, the sheer audacity of her demand making my heart race. But the thought of obeying her, of giving those strangers across the street an even better view, made my arousal spike. Slowly, I adjusted my stance, spreading my legs enough to make my pussy and asshole fully visible to anyone who might be watching.

I didn’t dare look back again, not at first, but I could feel their eyes on me, watching me. My fingers moved faster, circling my clit as soft, needy moans escaped my lips. I was completely lost in the moment, the cool air, the sensation of my touch, and the knowledge that I was putting on a show all blending into one overwhelming rush of pleasure.

“Take a picture,” Caitlin texted. “I want to see how naughty my little slut is being.”

My stomach fluttered at her words. Without thinking, I picked up my phone, angling it downward to capture my spread legs and glistening pussy. The image was obscene, even more explicit than I expected, and I hesitated for a moment before sending it.

“Fuck, Sarah,” Caitlin replied almost immediately. “You look so fucking hot. Keep going. I want you to cum for me.”

Her words were the final push I needed. My fingers moved faster, the slick sounds of my arousal filling the quiet night as I lost myself completely. My other hand gripped the railing tightly for support as I felt the tension build inside me, my body trembling, my tits bouncing with my movements as I fucked myself in public for my best friend.

And then it happened. My hips bucked uncontrollably, my moans spilling out into the open air despite my best efforts to stay quiet. I clamped my thighs together, my body shaking, the cool metal of the railing grounding me as I came harder than I ever had before.

When it was over, I leaned against the railing, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. I grabbed my phone with trembling hands and typed, “I did it.”

Caitlin’s reply came instantly. “Good girl. Now stand up and face your audience. Show them what their little balcony slut looks like from the front.”

Still drunk on the heady mix of pleasure and adrenaline, I did as I was told, turning to face the balcony once more, my naked body fully visible to the entire city. The group of men who had been drinking earlier were no longer laughing or chatting—they were all pressed up against the glass, their eyes glued to my naked body. One of them pointed at me, while others held up their phones, clearly recording me.

The married couple were no longer watching. The woman’s robe lay discarded on the floor, her bare body straddling her husband on the edge of the bed. Her hips moved in slow, deliberate rolls, her head turned in my direction

In fact, across every window I could see, faces were illuminated by the glow of phone screens, and the realization hit me like a jolt—every one of them was here for me, the slut on the balcony opposite.

And, as much as I hate to admit it, it felt great.