Chapter 6 : The sluts

Kian sat at the polished wooden bar in the Rodgers suite, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and aged whiskey. The place buzzed with low conversations and the clink of glasses, a haven for travelers seeking fleeting connections He nursed a scotch on the rocks, his broad shoulders relaxed against the leather stool, unaware that the night would soon turn his solitude into a playground of wandering hands.

The first slut approached from his left, a tall brunette in a tight red dress that hugged her curves, She slid onto the stool next to him without a word, her thigh brushing his as she ordered a martini Her fingers trailed lightly along his forearm, tracing the veins beneath his sleeve. Kian glanced at her, but she just smiled, her touch growing bolder she She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, and let her hand slip under his shirt collar, nails scraping gently over his collarbone.

Not far behind, another slut joined from the right a a petite blonde with full lips and a low-cut top that revealed the swell of her breasts. She pressed her body against his side, her knee nudging his leg apart just enough to slide her hand onto his thigh. Her palm rubbed slow circles over the fabric of his pants, inching higher with each pass,Kian shifted slightly, the heat from her touch sending a spark through him. The brunette's fingers now danced down his chest, unbuttoning the top of his shirt to expose a sliver of skin, while the blonde's grip tightened, squeezing the muscle of his inner thigh.

The bar's ambient lights cast shadows that hid their advances from casual observers. A third slut, this one with dark curls cascading over her shoulders and a skirt that rode up as she moved, squeezed in behind him. She draped her arms around his neck from the back, her breasts pressing firmly into his shoulders. Her hands roamed down his chest, joining the brunette's in exploring the planes of his torso. One finger hooked into his belt loop, tugging playfully, while the other slut's nails grazed his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Kian's pulse quickened as more sluts gathered, drawn like moths to his quiet confidence. A redhead with freckles across her nose perched on the bar edge nearby, her foot extending to rub along his calf under the stool,She wore heels that clicked softly against the floor as she hooked her ankle around his, pulling him closer,Her hand reached out to caress his jawline, thumb brushing his lower lip before trailing down his neck.

The blonde escalated, her hand now fully on his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge in his pants with deliberate pressure. She didn't unzip him, just massaged through the material, feeling him harden under her touch. The brunette mirrored her on the other side, her fingers dipping lower to rub circles over his lower abdomen, teasing the edge of his waistband without crossing it. From behind, the curly-haired slut leaned down, her lips grazing his earlobe as her hands slid under his arms to pinch and roll his nipples, eliciting a low groan from him.

Another slut, athletic with short black hair and toned arms, slipped into the space in front of him. She stood between his legs, her hips swaying as she pressed against his knees. Her hands went straight to his biceps, squeezing and caressing the firm muscles, then sliding up to his shoulders. She kneaded the tension there, her thumbs digging in while her body rocked subtly against his shins. The redhead's foot climbed higher, her toes rubbing insistently against his knee, pushing it wider.

The group of sluts surrounded him now, a circle of eager touches and heated breaths. The brunette's hand ventured to his thigh, joining the blonde's in alternating rubs over his erection, one light and teasing, the other firm and insistent. Kian gripped the bar edge, his knuckles whitening as sensations layered upon him. The curly-haired one behind him slipped a hand down his back, fingers tracing his spine before cupping his ass through his pants, squeezing the cheeks with possessive intent.

A voluptuous slut with golden waves and a silk blouse unbuttoned just enough joined the fray, positioning herself to the side. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging gently at the roots while her other hand caressed his neck, then down to his chest again, overlapping with the others. The touches overlapped in a chaotic symphony rubs, caresses, squeezes each slut claiming a piece of him without yielding ground. The athletic one's hands moved to his waist, thumbs hooking into his belt but not pulling, just rubbing the leather against his skin.

Kian's breath came in shallow bursts, the bar's hum fading as their attentions consumed him. The redhead stood now, her hand replacing her foot on his leg, sliding up to rub his inner thigh in tandem with the blonde. She whispered something filthy in his ear, her fingers brushing the blonde's as they both pressed against his cock, feeling it throb. The brunette leaned in to lick a stripe up his neck, her hand now rubbing lower, pressing against his balls through the fabric.

More sluts pressed in a slim one with piercings in her ears and nose, her fingers tracing patterns on his exposed chest, nails scraping lightly over his pecs. She rubbed her palm flat against his sternum, feeling his heartbeat race. The golden-haired slut's touch turned to his arms, stroking from elbow to wrist, then reversing to caress his forearms while the curly-haired one behind ground her hips against his back, her hands roaming freely over his sides.

The air grew thicker, charged with the scent of arousal and alcohol. Kian's body tensed under the onslaught, every inch of him mapped by their hands. The athletic slut dropped to a crouch briefly, her fingers rubbing along his calves before standing to caress his knees again, spreading them wider. The pierced slut's hand dipped to his navel, circling it before rubbing downward, stopping just short of the others' territory on his bulge.

They moved in unison now, a coordinated assault of sensation. Hands rubbed his cock in rhythmic strokes through his pants, others caressed his thighs, ass, chest, necknowhere left untouched. The brunette's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head back for her to nuzzle his throat, while the blonde's free hand rubbed his shoulder, squeezing in time with her lower strokes. The curly-haired slut's nails dug into his hips, rubbing circles that made him arch slightly.

Kian lost track of individuals in the blur of touches, each slut's caress blending into the next. The redhead's hand joined the rub on his erection, three sets of fingers now pressing and stroking, building friction without release. The golden-haired one caressed his jaw, tilting his face to plant soft kisses along it, her tongue flicking out briefly. The athletic slut's strong hands massaged his thighs, thumbs pressing into the sensitive inner skin.

The bar's clock ticked onward, but time stretched in the haze of their attentions. Whispers and giggles filled his ears, promises of more without delivering the peak. The pierced slut rubbed his nipples again, twisting gently, while another slut a newcomer with straight auburn hair slid her hand onto his back, caressing the length of his spine down to join the ass squeezes.

Sweat beaded on Kian's forehead, his body humming with denied need. The sluts' hands never stopped rubbing, caressing, claiming turning the hotel bar into their private domain. He sipped his scotch with a trembling hand, the ice clinking like a distant echo, as the night promised to linger in this exquisite torment.