Mallory pulls on her own boots, and stops at that. She scratches her bare cunt. This’ll do, she says. A girl who’ll fuck anyone is what I am now. This is what one of those looks like.

Let me be your plus-one? Sada says. Mallory takes her hand and smiles.

They pick through their discarded clothes. Mallory dangles her straps from her fingers with distaste. Why do I wear this?

Sada shrugs as she pulls on her boots and fastens her belt.

You have the right idea, she says. We like to fuck. It’s what we do. What’s the point of enticement?

They wash each other thoroughly, solicitous and reverent of the bodies they cherish, and emerge from the stall shining and wet-haired. Still nude, they walk back into the main room, where the staffer is mopping. He waves to a desk.

They help each other to their feet and pad barefoot through the dancefloor mess. An unreadable staff member points them down a corridor where they find a shower.

At last, Mallory cracks a smile. Is this who we are now? she says.

Sada cackles. You dragged me into this life, you cunt! I was a good girl till I met you.

A good girl who gave her ass to a houseful of men on a regular basis!

Sada lunges and presses another kiss on Mallory’s sticky mouth.

They look at each other in silence for a long spell. The club music has been turned off, and the crowd has melted away, only a few stragglers remaining. The women sit up on the floor on a slick of cum, sweat and their own secretions. Their chests still heave with heavy breathing.

Sada is the first to come. She reciprocates quickly. Both women’s bodies twist, their knees clamping together, as they repeatedly reach orgasm after orgasm. Between bouts, they lick the flavour of each other’s cunts off their fingers, the juice mingled with anonymous cum.

It seems hours until every man in the club has emptied himself onto or into one or both of the women. Mallory and Sada lie panting on the cum-slick floor, legs tangled, backs arched. They look across at each other and smile. Their hands find each other’s groins, and they start to finger their cunts.

Mallory spits cum into Sada’s mouth; Sada returns it. As they writhe on the floor, lights and music still insistent, men surrounding them continue to ejaculate onto them. They gasp for cum like air-starved divers surfacing.

Mallory at last slides herself off the cocks impaling her and lunges towards Sada. She brings her semen-streaked face up to Sada’s and presses a deep kiss on her, then licks the cum off her face. They embrace, bathing in their shared cum, eating off each other’s faces and bodies and passing it back.

Sada is astonished at the increasingly animal responses of Mallory as she revels in being used, thrashing, slathering herself in the cum she’s earned, shouting to be choked and slapped. She gives the impression of wanting to annihilate herself by fucking.

Some cocks they suck, others disgorge their loads unassisted, streaking Mallory and Sada’s hair, faces, tits in pearly cum. Men withdraw from cunts and asses and shuttle between the women, who when possible taste the holes of their lover on the incoming cocks.

Mallory’s abandonment of herself to the oblivion of fucking is dispelled by a literal splash, a warm spurt of semen on her face. That’s early, she gasp-laughs, and the mess slides down her face. As if a starter-flag has been brought down, both women are encircled by masturbating men.

Hands on the floor, they grind, until each of them finds a man moving in between their thighs, keen to fill their cunts. They find each other’s eyes again over the shoulders of the men penetrating their available holes. Their mouths are filled too, making them each loci for three men in rotation.

Sada makes a practiced gesture of inviting a cock up her own ass, and soon both women are shuddering, tits dancing, with vigorous anal fucking. Their arms grip each other’s for stability, as locked as their eyes. They seem synchronised as they sit back down on the cocks and ride them, both bucking.

Her face shows something between a grimace and a smile as the thick cock widens her hole and moves up inside her. She leans further forward and puts her mouth to the cock pumping in and out of Sada’s, both of them coating it in their spit. Their lips keep meeting.

Smiling, and almost gasping at Mallory’s audacity, Sada lets herself be pushed to her knees, and takes a cock in her mouth. Other hands fondle and knead her tits.

Mallory returns her smile and bends forward. She feels a wetted hand on her asshole, and then an insistent cockhead.

A man behind her presses in, and she feels his hard cock against her bare ass. She pushes back, and it nestles between her cheeks.

Her eyes on Sada, she extends her hands either side of her, and without difficulty finds two more cocks. She begins to stroke them.

She watches as more hands snake around Sada and unbuckle her belt. It falls to the floor, leaving her nude but for her collar.

Mallory stops her swaying to allow her panties to be eased off. She holds her arms forward so her bra can be removed.

Entranced with each other, they are initially oblivious of the encroachment of other dancers. When fingers start to brush them, and hands start to stroke, they turn their heads, but do not repulse the attention. Mallory rests her hand on another hand on Sada’s hip.

Face to face, lit in purple and pink, Mallory and Sada move sensuously to the mechanised rhythm, their movements rhyming. Each is a mirror of the other. Sada reaches out and crosses her hands behind Mallory’s neck. They pull together to kiss, then part again.

Mallory drains her glass and kisses Sada, tasting her own cunt on her lips. I think we should get down there, don’t you, cub?

Sada grins and lets her hand be taken. Though neither woman is more than minimally dressed, they do not stand out at all in this oceanic bacchanal. They dance together.

On the floor below, to a piledriver beat, men and women throng, surging, eddying, swirling. The clothes are light, gaudy, form-fitting. Some of the crowd are topless. Some in just shorts or pants. Some are nude. Nothing is remarkable.

They dance close; caress; kiss. Some go further.

Yes, cub, I’ve been particularly struck by that since we came to this city, Mallory says. I mean, look down there at the dancefloor. That’s something that even recently we wouldn’t have seen anywhere.

Both women sip their drinks and survey the scene.

It’s like since things started breaking down, everything’s been driven by fucking. It feels like a new economy. The old reserve and codes have gone. And since you— you changed, you’re the most desirable commodity on the market. A woman who loves to fuck and can never get enough.

Sada rests her head on Mallory’s breast and her fingers glide down to play with the tuft emerging from the top of her panties.

It’s not just you, Miss, she says. I haven’t travelled like you have, but from what you’ve told me, every situation you’ve walked into has been sexually charged.

Sada rises from under the table and takes her seat again beside Mallory. Mallory pulls her panties back into place.

You know about what happened to me—the experiment, she says. That triggered something, but it’s intensified since then. The spells between my needing to come get shorter and shorter.

Did that help?

Sada looks up from between Mallory’s legs, her lips and chin slick and gleaming. Mallory strokes her hair lovingly.

That was wonderful, cub, she says. But even coming hard like that doesn’t budge this endless fucking horniness.

Lastly, they both pulled on pairs of long black boots. We have some walking ahead of us, cub, Mallory said. Anywhere with you, Miss, Sada answered.

They left the cursed house through its round front door and kicked the dirt off their soles.