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KAT

The next weekend, Eden’s Inferno was having one of their infamous themed nights. Every now and then, the club would have a night centered around a specific theme, usually to celebrate something special or help attract new eyes. Normally, it was a cheesy and over-the-top marketing strategy to get new customers in. Far too gaudy and ridiculous for my liking, even if they were usually successful. Eddie had that way about him, the ability to find new and creative forms of revenue. Anything to keep his pockets filled. I usually hated them, but tonight was different. Tonight’s theme was Blackout, which meant everyone had to dress entirely in black, whether it be leather or lace, didn’t matter. Just all black and absolutely no color. The reason this excited me so much? I was ready to see Dot, dressed in the complete opposite of her normal and wearing all black. I was ready to see her, to get my hands on that devilish little angel. I was ready to fucking taste her again.

When Dante and I arrived, our masks were planted perfectly on our faces as we headed straight to our table. The club was packed, but our usual table was empty, as it should be. The Devil’s Corner was ours, even if they were the last seats in the joint.

As we walked through the crowd, people moved out of our way. Whether it was due to our striking outfits, the recognition of who we were, or just our general dangerous presence, I didn’t know, but I wasn’t one to complain. We had power here in Eden’s Inferno, and tonight, you could feel it. I couldn’t help but bask in the aroma of it, admiring my man next to me, equal in all ways. Dante was mouthwatering, as usual. He was shirtless, his bare chest oiled and smothered in a thin layer of glitter that sparkled under the neon lights. His tattoos were on full display, from his neck down to his peaking pelvis as he wore low-rise black leather bell bottoms and his bedazzled blue devil mask. I wore a matching pair of leather bell bottoms with fringe hanging from the sides, swaying with my every move and a miniscule black halter top. The material was cut and shaped like stars that pressed against my skin and barely covered my full chest, also smothered in the same oil and glitter as Dante. My bedazzled purple devil mask sat comfortably across my face, careful as to not snag any of my piercings. I grabbed Dante’s hand, raising it beneath my mask as I kissed it lightly, admiring his black painted nails. He turned to face me as his mask tilted, telling me he was smiling. Even with my platform shoes, I was still shorter than him. But regardless, we looked like a power couple. People stopped in their tracks for us normally, but tonight, tonight felt different.

As soon as we sat down, the annoying server, Lana, immediately skated her way over to us. We must’ve told her we only wanted Bubbles to serve us at least a thousand times by now. But she was determined—too determined. Before Lana even had a chance to speak, I put my hand up and silenced her gaping mouth. “No. Absolutely not.”

Her face dropped, completely dumbfounded. She rolled her eyes. “I was just going to offer you your usuals. But if you want to be a bi?—”

“Think twice before you finish that statement, because I know you were not about to call me what I think you were.” I stood from my seat, towering over her. I was taller than her normally. Lana may have been wearing skates, but I was in platforms. “Get our angel. Now .” I growled.

The woman sucked her teeth, obviously frustrated and annoyed that she was old news. She tossed her red hair over her shoulder and, with an attitude, moved out of the way. That’s when I saw her. Dot was standing in front of me, looking like a gorgeous fallen angel of darkness. She was wearing a black lace teddy, rhinestones and crystals embedded along her curves, catching the moving lights in the most perfect ways. Instead of her usual dramatic pink wings, she was rocking a large pair of pitch black wings, the feathers faintly dipped in her signature pink, adding enough of an innocence to her sultry appearance. My eyes looked her up and down, noticing her tall, black heels had dainty straps that wrapped all the way up to her bare thighs and tied into bows. She wore her usual bouncy golden hair long and straight, parted straight down the middle and her traditional soft, pastel makeup was darkened, glitter caked above her eyes, complete with her usual pouty pink lips, glistening in the light. She was a vision. What I would imagine a real angel would look like when she fell from heaven and embraced the darkness.

Dante startled me when he put his arm around my shoulders. He leaned down and whispered in my ear as my eyes remained fixated on her. “We are going to have so much fun with her tonight, Kitty Kat.” I was honestly too stunned to speak, taken aback by Dot’s appearance, and Dante could tell. We had more conversations about my infatuation with Dot, how I couldn’t stop thinking about her. How I wanted to play with her. How I wanted her to join us in so many of my fantasies. The devils and their angel. “Let's get the night started, boss lady.” He squeezed my ass and walked over to join Dot. I still could not move from where I was standing, completely overcome. No one had ever affected me the way Dot did. I couldn’t even speak.

Get your shit together, Kat.

“Come over here, you sweet angel!” Dante shouted as he pulled Dot over to our table. He gently guided me back as well.

Once we returned to our corner and were sitting, Dot remained standing in front of us. “Well, what do you think? Do you guys like my look?” She did a precious little twirl, tossing her hair around, inviting us to examine her closely from every angle. “I thought about you two while I was getting dressed—what I thought you’d like. Oh, I hoped you would like it. But know if you hate it, I will probably cry.” She released a sweet giggle.

“Cry? No, never. We can’t have that happen now, can we, Kitty Kat?” The two of them looked at me, waiting for a reply, but I couldn’t stop fucking staring at Dot.

I shook my head, finally breaking the trance, realizing I needed to answer. “Oh, absolutely not. We cannot have that sweetness.” Dot squealed with a hop that made her breasts bounce. I nearly lost my breath watching her.

“Perf. I’ll go get your drinks.” Dot winked before strutting away, shaking her beautiful ass. I was absolutely mesmerized. And by the way Dante was staring, I could tell he was too.

Before I knew it, Dot had returned with our usual drinks. Dante handed her the roll of cash we had prepared so that she was ours for the night. “Are you sure? This is a lot of cash, you guys.” Her wide blue eyes sparkled as she held the wad in her hand, her nails painted a similar pink as her lips.

“Absolutely.” I reached out for her hand and rubbed the back of it slowly with my thumb. “We want you to ourselves tonight, angel. Is that okay?” My head tilted as the question fell from my mouth. I watched her, staring back at me for a few minutes. She tucked the wad into her lingerie, between her two perfect breasts with a gentle smile and tossed her hair.

“Yeah, totally,” she said this so quietly I almost didn’t hear her, but I knew she agreed by the look on her face. Dot looked so happy to be with us, and that alone thrilled me.

As the night went on, Dot took her time sitting on my lap, Dante’s lap, and eventually, her own chair. Before we knew it, midnight was nearly here. Eden’s Inferno was packed and filled with so many new faces, thanks to tonight’s Blackout theme. More Than A Woman played over the speakers while everyone settled in for the next dancer’s performance.

“That’s my cue.” Dot reluctantly stood as we watched her twirl and wink. “See you on stage!”

Dante had to adjust his pants as we watched her disappear into the crowd. “We’re so fucked, Kitty Kat.” I could hear his smile.

Indeed, we are.

The song faded out and Eddie’s croaky, scratchy voice boomed over the speakers, followed by a thick smoker’s cough. “Up next, our very own colorful and delicate burst of personality, Bubbles!”

Dot was everything on the stage, moving and dancing with confidence, telling me and everyone here she was clearly in her element. Looking away from her felt like it was impossible. We were fully mesmerized, watching her every move from across the club. Dante and I walked over to stand a bit closer, giving ourselves a better view of the angel on stage. We had both silently agreed we needed to be closer to her during her performance, desperate to see more. She was breathtaking, dancing and stripping in the most alluring ways. Time felt frozen, even though it sped by as the entire club fell under her spell. Once her set had ended, cash flooded the stage, and rightfully so. She beamed and smiled as she scooped up what she could. I couldn’t help but to clap alongside the patrons, proud of her success as Dante jumped on the stage to help gather what she couldn’t grab for herself. He followed her backstage, cash filling his arms as I went back to our table. I glanced around while everyone seemed to settle back into their seats at their tables and others began to dance alongside the music, their parties accompanied by the other angels. The Blackout theme had really given Eden’s Inferno an entirely new feel as everyone seemed to let go a bit more than usual. We normally didn’t see everyone dancing together on the club floor, but it was a nice change compared to how it usually was.

A tickle behind my ear startled me as Dante chuckled, tossing a pink and black feather in front of me. “A token from our angel. She will be out in just a second—she has to get changed, or get dressed technically.” He laughed a second time, plopping down next to me as he fiddled with Dot’s feather.

“Dante, I want to dance.” I had to yell a bit over the loud music.

“Then let’s dance, Kitty Kat.” He reached out his hand and delicately pulled me to the edge of the crowd of people dancing.

The beat seeped into my bones, and my hips rocked to the music. “What about Dot?” I asked.

“Dot will be able to find us here.” Dante pulled me close, the two of us lost in the rhythm as we mimicked the crowd of dancing patrons and angels.

Dante and I danced chest to chest, our legs intertwined as we swayed to the rhythm of the music that was constantly changing and morphing. The beats were never the same, so we just went along with it, dancing and losing ourselves in the moment. It was the most fun I had in a while, forgetting about everything else as I lived in this moment with Dante. When Dot came back out, she spotted us right away, her face lighting up at the sight of us. I noticed she didn’t have her wings on and as much as I loved them, I was grateful for their absence. It meant I could put her right where I wanted her.

My arm reached out for her, whipping her body close as I pulled her between Dante and me. I knew there were rules about touching the dancers at Eden’s Inferno, but I also knew that Eddie wouldn’t question us. He knew she was ours.

Dot smelled like vanilla and sunshine, the innocent angel all wrapped up tight like a present for us. She had a new outfit on, a black lace bralette and some delicious lace booty shorts that allowed the underside of her toned ass to peek out so perfectly in them. The best part was the black thong she wore underneath poking out enough for me to see. God, she was such a fucking tease, her body smothered in body glitter that made her glisten like a fucking star under the flashing neon lights. Her body turned to face me as she danced between us, lost in the haze of the smoky music. I could just barely see the outline of her nipples through the bralette, begging to be toyed with. I just knew it was what she wanted, her eyes staring into mine, begging to be played with. With her back against Dante’s bare chest, I cupped her cheek before slowly running my hand down her neck, across her chest, and between her breasts. Dante rested his hands on her hips and they swayed to the beat of the music, snapping the thin straps of her thong. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her right then, but we had these fucking masks on. And we couldn’t take them off, not here. But I needed more.

I moved closer to Dot so I was flush to her. She immediately leaned forward and kissed my neck before licking all the way up to my ear. My body shivered at her touch. “I like when you watch me dance,” she whispered before nipping my ear lobe. I pulled away from her a bit to look in those big blue eyes as they sparkled under the disco ball. The eyeshadow she had on for the themed night made them appear even more blue somehow, popping and clashing against her black attire. She wrapped one hand around my neck and the other arm around Dante, pulling us both closer. “Can I tell you two a secret?” she asked with a smile.

“What’s that?” Dante asked as I leaned in closer so that I could hear too.

“After I saw you two fucking on that car—I couldn’t stop thinking about it!” She closed her eyes, a little smile lifted at the corners of her mouth as if she was thinking about it again. Thinking about us.

I leaned down to her ear and spoke loud enough so that Dante could hear too. “Is that right, angel? Did thinking about us make your sweet little pussy wet?”

A soft moan left her mouth, telling me her answer.

My mask tilted up as I looked at Dante, who nodded toward the back, the two of us having a silent conversation as I knew he was thinking the same as me: dressing room.

All the angels were out here, dancing for the patrons as the club lowered the lights and blacklight filled the room. There were no more sets for the night, just drinks and music. We would have the room all to ourselves. Plenty of time to do what we wanted to with our perfect little angel.

“Come with us, Dottie. Let’s see just how wet our angel’s pussy gets for her devils.” Dot’s eyes flashed as her smile grew. I took her hand and led her to the back, Dante shadowing us as I nodded to Patty behind the bar. I knew Dot and Patty were close, but we also loved Patty. Respected her. She always had our back, more so than even Eddie at times. Patty acknowledged us, nodding back as she stepped out from the bar and casually blocked the door with her body.

The lock on the dressing room door clicked shut as Dot’s head whipped around with a soft gasp. “Did you lock that? I had no idea that door could lock!” She looked stunned.

“Yes angel, she locked it.” Dante quickly removed his mask and stepped to Dot, kissing up her neck, stopping to pay extra attention to the sensitive spot where her shoulder and neck met. Seeing them together lit a fire between my legs. The music from the club vibrated the dressing room that was drenched in a pink lighting that only enhanced their beauty and added an extra buzz as I watched them, my devil and angel, together.

“I told you, I want to see how wet your pussy is, angel.” I walked over to her, ripping my mask off as my heart raced. “But first, why don’t you tell us? Tell us just how fucking wet you got watching us fuck on that car. Did you think of us and play with yourself too?” I ran my long nail under her chin as Dante continued to kiss her, nothing but breathy moans drifting from her pretty pink lips. “Words, angel.”

Her response was breathy, Dante continuing his torturing kisses all over her now sensitive flesh. “Y–Yes. Yes, I played with myself in the bathtub that night.” I swallowed my moan.

“Mmmmm, did you come for us too?” Dante slowly backed her up toward the couch in the room as I remained still, my eyes burning into her face, watching it twitch and twist in response to his touch. “Please tell me you did, Dottie.”

“I–I did. Over and over again.” Her whimpering words felt like velvet.

“Good girl.” I stood opposite the couch, placing my hands on my hips as she watched me with hungry eyes. I patted my leg and flicked a brow as I spoke to her. “Crawl over here, Dottie. I want you to show Dante just how much of a good little angel you are.” Without hesitation, Dot slowly lowered herself down to the floor and got on all fours, obeying my words as she seductively crawled over to me, her eyes starving for my attention. Dante sat on the couch behind her, his cock obviously bulging in his pants. I knew it had to be painful for him to see us performing in front of him. I can’t even imagine how perfect the view he must have gotten of her ass as she crawled to me. Dot knelt at my feet, plopping down as her breasts bounced, and she stared up at me with those begging blue eyes and juicy smile. I wanted to cry. She was a vision. I looked up at Dante across the room and sucked my teeth. “Dante, you’re being such a good boy, patiently waiting. Take your cock out.” He grinned, kicking his pants off and sat on the couch, naked and perfect. He gripped his swollen shaft and began stroking himself as he watched Dot and I.

“Angel, I want you to take off those tiny shorts and show me just how wet you are right now. Show us how wet we make you.” Dot stood up and shimmied her shorts off, perching her ass towards Dante, purposely putting on a little show. I could see Dante slowly rubbing his cock as he watched her get undressed, eating it up. I kicked my right leg out a bit, showcasing the smooth leather top of my platform boot. “Now, grind that beautiful pussy on my platform, Dottie. Let me hear you, but don’t you dare come.”

Dot looked up at me, a little shocked, but seemingly turned on by my command. I gently leaned down and placed my hand around her neck and quietly spoke to her. “If anything is too much, say so, and it stops. Okay?” She nodded. “Words, Dot. I need to hear you say it. If it’s too much, tell me you will say so.” Dot nodded, her eyes firmly fixated on me.

“Okay, Kat.” She was so confident, and I was so obsessed.

“Are you going to show me how wet you are? I want this shoe to glisten with your wetness, angel.” She straddled my foot, and as soon as her pussy touched my boot, she whimpered, tugging at my own excitement. Slowly, Dot rode my boot while she hugged my thigh. I could tell she was wet. I watched so closely, noticing how each time she rocked back and forth, there was a shine of her wetness on the top of my boot and fuck was it hot. Her hands slowly worked their way up my leg to my thigh, feeling me. She was testing the waters, seeing what I would allow her to do, and I was not going to stop her. I wanted her to touch me, to feel me, but I wanted her to touch me on her own accord. “You better stop before you come, angel.”

She started moaning louder, her pace quickening as she whispered, “I’m getting close, Kat.”

I looked back at Dante, who had stopped stroking himself, instead now just watching the show. His dick was ready for attention, begging for it as he sat on the couch all by himself. “That’s a good girl, Dot, getting all worked up and wet for me. Why don’t you go over to Dante and play with him for a minute?”

Dot slowed her pace before she stood up and looked me dead in the eye, her face flushed and hot. “Can I kiss you?” I don’t think she realized how much I wanted to kiss her at that moment. How her asking permission made me feel tingly and needy. I lost control for a second and grabbed her face with both my hands and kissed her hard. She kissed me back, pressing her body into mine, muffled moans seeping through our lips as we continued. I was lightheaded from her kiss, lost in it. I hadn’t realized how badly I wanted it... needed it. When I finally broke free, she smiled, licked her lips, and walked over to where Dante sat. She crawled on his lap and kissed him immediately. Knowing that I had just kissed her, my taste still present on her lips as she now was kissing him, sent a jolt of warmth straight to my pussy. Watching them move together was erotic. I could watch the two of them fuck and get off on that alone, but not this time. I needed to be part of it. I needed them both. Now .

I quickly undressed to just my lingerie as I approached the couch and crawled next to them, the two still kissing and making out. My legs carefully straddled Dante’s neck as I sat behind him across the top of the couch, perched on his shoulders. Dante slipped her bralette over her head as my jaw nearly dropped at the way her tits fell out of the lacey top. It was something I wanted to savour and replay over and over again in my head. He wrapped his mouth around one of her nipples and Dot's head fell back in ecstasy. I could see the precum dripping from the tip of his cock, feeling the need to tend to him. As if reading my mind, Dot reached down and grabbed his length, delicately stroking him from base to tip. I reached out and forced two of my fingers into Dot's warm mouth, careful not to reach too deep with my long nails.

“Fuck angel,” Dante whimpered as he threw his head back into my lap. Her hand quickened its pace as I watched them. The scene before me was sheer perfection.

“Be a good boy and open wide,” I whispered. Dante obeyed, as he always did, and leaned back, his mouth wide and waiting for me. I spit into his mouth. “Don’t you dare swallow that. Kiss her.” My eyes motioned back to Dot.

Dante, his mouth still open, grinned as he leaned forward and did as he was told. The two kissed with such passion, sharing my saliva. I could feel my panties soak from my excitement, watching them. It was at that moment I knew I was done for. These two were going to be the death of me. And I needed more. “Dottie, angel, when you thought about us while you came, how were we fucking you? What were we doing?”

“Oh, um…well…” She pulled away from Dante, breathing heavily as she hesitated. I could tell she was shy, her cheeks blushing as she tried to think, so I gave her a second before she spoke up. “Dante was fucking me from behind and—and you were talking me through it.” I swear all our eyes sparkled at the image.

“I think that could be arranged. What do you think, Dante?” I turned to look at him.

“Oh, absolutely.” He was more than pleased to oblige.

“Why don’t you get on the floor, angel? Down on all fours.” She didn’t hesitate as she did as I asked. She crawled off Dante’s lap so slowly, descending his legs as she turned around and got on her hands and knees. The way Dot followed directions was incredible, like she wanted to be led without question, and I was absolutely drunk on it. “Before we get started, I need to taste you first.” I slid off the couch and kneeled behind her as she raised her pretty ass in the air. “Spread your knees apart a bit. Dante, come look at this dripping pussy.” I really just wanted him there to watch me while I ate her out from behind.

Slowly, I licked from her clit to her puckered hole. She tasted so delectable. Sweet, tangy, so perfectly ours. I circled my tongue around her clit before lapping at her entrance to get another good taste of her, struggling to pull away. I looked at Dante and kissed him hard as he moaned in my mouth, tasting the remnants of her on my tongue. “Be my good boy and fuck our angel good.”

Dante nodded, his face drunk on our love and the taste of Dot. He wasted no time taking my place behind Dot on his knees. He lined his cock up with her entrance, rubbing his wet tip around before slowly fucking her while her pussy adjusted to his size. Dante wasn’t small by any means, and she needed to feel every inch of him. “Dottie, you feel so fucking good, angel.” His hands gripped her waist as he shoved deeper, careful to not tear her.

I moved to the front of Dottie. “You hear that? Our good boy loves your tight little pussy.” Dot moaned my name, gasping as Dante continued to push deeper. “I’m right here, angel.” Her whimpered moans mixed with his as I watched them, their eyes fixated on me.

“What do you want, Kat? Tell me what you need, please,” Dot begged. She wanted me to tell her what to do to me.

“Oh angel, you want to please me too? To hear me come alongside you two?” I leaned in close, my lips hovering over hers as Dante began to thrust into her, sliding back and forth as she rocked with him. “Do you want to eat my pussy while Dante fucks you hard?”

“Mhmmmm, please Kat. Please,” Dot whimpered and moaned.

Fuck, she sounds so desperate for me.

I quickly took my panties off and maneuvered my way in front of her, eagerly ready for her to devour me. “Go ahead. Eat my pussy, angel. Make me come with that pretty little mouth of yours.” Dot didn’t waste any time. She leaned down and kissed and sucked my clit as she lapped at my entrance with precision. She was far more skilled with her tongue than I expected. It was a pleasant surprise. Dot knew exactly what she was doing as she began to flick my clit with the tip of her wet tongue rhythmically, barely grazing my entrance with her fingertip finding that perfect spot while Dante pounded her hard from behind. As he increased his speed, so did she. I tried to control myself, fighting back the bubbling urges beneath the surface as my back arched and my pelvis pushed into her, lightly grinding her face as Dante thrusted harder into her. Feeling her slam into my pussy in such a rhythmic way, hearing Dante and her both enjoying themselves, it was all so fucking good. She could tell I was getting close, my pussy dripping into her mouth, but I didn’t want to come. Not yet. Not until she and Dante were aching to burst and soak one another. “We are all going to come together, got it?” I panted, barely able to get a word in between breaths. The two nodded, agreeing with me. “I’m so fucking close. Fuck, I’m so close!”

“I’m going to come all over you, angel,” Dante stated between immense thrusts. “Fuck.”

“I’m so close too,” Dot moaned into me. Her hot words nearly sent me over.

And just like that, Dante quickly pulled out and covered Dot in his cum as she and I loudly came together. She came hard, moaning into my pussy as I came all over her pretty face. Dante soaked her ass and back as he slid his wet cock along her skin, grunting as he completely emptied himself, fingering Dot as she dripped down her legs. Her moans filled my pussy, licking my wetness as we struggled to breathe. The three of us slowly came down from our highs, eventually resting on another. We laid there together on the dressing room floor of Eden’s Inferno for god only knows how long, saturated in our orgasms and sweat. It must have been sometime, long enough for Patty to give the signal of the knock on the door telling us it was time to clear out. I swear we all three groaned at the idea of moving. We were a tangled mess of exhaustion, so worn out from everything we had just done.

As we cleaned up the best we could and got dressed, Dot stumbled over to her dressing station to touch up her makeup. She pulled out a compact from the back of the drawer and popped the metal tin out with a nail file. I looked over at Dante to see if he was seeing what I was seeing, and he was. We just watched in bewilderment as our angel, who we were both now even more obsessed with, snorted a hefty hit of coke from her pinky nail. She put the compact back together and slid it back into her drawer, as if nothing happened. When she turned to look over at us, she was casually rubbing her nose as if what she had just done was normal. But we were in complete shock.

“Dot, how often do you use that?” Dante asked.

She shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Oh, maybe a few times a day? I’m trying to quit, but it’s not that easy, ya know?” She turned back to the mirror and fixed her pink lips, popping them as she topped them off with a clear gloss. “Anyway, let's go!” And just like that she fixed her hair, jumped up, and walked to the dressing room door. “Fuck. How the heck do you unlock this thing?”

It was like using drugs was no big deal to her. But it was to us.