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Ticket Girls - Raving Horny

... him being not far into his thirties and a horny bugger to boot, who were we to ignore our benefactor’s wishes? “Got some good stuff?” “You bet,” he promised, winking slyly. “Why don’t you come back into the office?” This was a first. I looked at Mona and she at me, but then we both shrugged and went behind the bar, ducking under the folding part and following him through an archway and into a tiny office covered with old rave posters. Once the door was closed behind us, he pulled a small plastic tube from his pocket that contained two large, slightly rough looking pills. “Oranges,” he told us with a little flourish. “MDMA, MDE and enough Mescal to shoot your brain to Mars and back.” We shouldn’t have told him how much we loved psychedelics. I didn’t need to look at Mona to know she had the same trouble containing her drool that I had. “Fucking awesome!” I piped, filled with impatience. “They were fucking difficult to come by,” Tony explained, and it was instantly clear that he was leading up to something, for he didn’t normally waste much time discussing pills, “so I thought a little extra show of gratitude might be in order.” I opened my lips to form a half-hearted protest - it’s never good to appear too eager - but my got stuck on the pretty, orange pills. “Fuck,” I mumbled and slipped off the top. It was cool inside, and my nipples instantly jumped to attention. “Slut,” Mona hissed next to me and slipped her dress over her head. Unlike mine, it was an all-or-nothing dress. ...

... Tony always expected a look and feel at our tits, something I had less problems with than Mona. Not that she cared about having them touched, but hers had gotten stuck at A-cup size, and judging by her mom’s figure, weren’t likely to grow anymore. She had no idea how pretty her nipples were, though, I thought to myself for the umpteenth time while I waited for Tony’s reaction, because they looked huge and incredibly yummy on her small tits. “All of it.” This time, there was no hesitation, just the unspoken agreement between Mona and me that we’d do a lot, quite a big lot, actually, to get these pills. I stripped out of my dress and found a less seedy spot for it on the red couch next to us, then pushed my thong with a practiced motion down my legs and wiggled it over my boots. You can’t have pussy hair with the tiny thongs we used to wear, so Tony was now staring dreamily at our two clean-shaven mounds. Usually at this point, where I let myself be ogled so shamelessly, my body was flooded with the thrilling magic of ecstasy and horny like hell. Today, though, with Mona in the same state of exposure right next to me, I felt a warmth between my thighs despite being sober. “Let’s play a little game,” Tony suggest and crooked his finger at me. “If we need to,” I drawled and walked up to him, wiggling my hips and fluttering my lashes. That always worked. He let one pill roll onto his palm, then stowed away the other. Picking it up between two fingers, he smirked at me and held it ...