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[BigVince]

Damn Beth! All that green and freebirding too. The bull rides will be interesting later!

[TheAuthor]

Beth had been tugging at her dress the whole walk to the streets.

“No sudden movements,” she said as the girls walked through the streets. The cold street air moved over her uncovered pussy giving her, a cold, but pleasant sensation.



Maddi winked, noticing her every adjustment. “Honey, after a few drinks? Sudden movements are gonna be the least of your problems.”



The heavy bass thumped through the pavement as the girls approached the club entrance.

Heels clicked against the sidewalk, the night air crisp against their skin, while latex and satin gleamed under the streetlights like liquid fire.

They made a picture so stunning, so out of place compared to the bundled-up line of regular clubgoers, that even people standing in line openly turned to stare, conversations cutting off mid-sentence.



Beth shifted awkwardly beside Maddi, pulling at the hem of her scandalously short green latex skirt—not that it did much to cover anything.

She could feel everything: the night air sharp against her freshly shaved pussy, the absence of her usual comforting underwear making every step feel exposed, risky, thrilling. Normally she'd be layered up, tucked under sensible skirts and practical shorts, insulated from the world. Tonight? Tonight it felt like she was walking naked through the cold.



She leaned in toward Maddi, her voice a low, urgent whisper barely audible over the pulse of the music from inside the club. "If we had to stand in that line," Beth muttered, glancing at the shivering, envious girls in cocktail dresses queued up at the velvet rope, "I wouldn't last ten minutes. My bits would freeze off."



Maddi stifled a laugh, "Good thing you’re with us, then. Perks of looking this good—you skip lines and frostbite."

Beth laughed softly, shaking her head, though a flush bloomed hot across her cheeks—not from embarrassment, but from the exhilarating feeling of being seen.



Every breath of cold air against her bare thighs, every darting glance from strangers, was a heady reminder she had taken a big risk removing her thong.



Ahead, Maddi tossed her hair dramatically, throwing a wink at a guy in line who nearly tripped over the barrier gawking at them.



And Holly, in her stunning white satin mini dress and lace-up boots, led the way like a queen entering her court—playful, poised, and knowing exactly the reaction they were causing.



Amy stayed close behind them, the gleaming black of her tiny latex mini-skirt and crop-top catching every flicker of light, her own transformation complete. Even she couldn't stop grinning, her heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and pure, intoxicating adrenaline.






The bouncer, a mountain of a man who normally didn’t even blink at pretty girls, actually stepped aside without a word—his mouth twitching in what might have been the beginning of a smile.

Without asking for ID.
Without asking for cover charge.
Without even asking who they were with.

He simply unhooked the velvet rope and waved them inside with a nod of respect usually reserved for celebrities.



Amy, wide-eyed, glanced around like she was dreaming. "This never happens!" she whispered to Maddi, half-laughing, half-in disbelief. "I've spent more nights shivering outside with the boys than I can count!"



Maddi gave her a little nudge. "New outfit, new rules, baby."

[BigVince]

Great work on these. I identify completely with whatever that is that Beth has her fingers wrapped around. Mercy.