Sweet Sins-A collection of Erotical short stories

Wow! So it's really my first day here, huh. I stood outside the doors of Pure Freedom, my heart doing this silly little flip in my chest. The neon sign buzzed above me, casting a pinkish glow on the sidewalk, and I could already hear the bass thumping from inside like a second heartbeat. I smoothed down my black blouse and the knee-length skirt I'd picked out—nothing too fancy, but decent and nice, the kind of thing that says "I'm professional but I still look good." My makeup was light, my long hair falling nicely over my shoulders. I felt pretty. Ready.

This was it. My first real job after weeks of searching. No other places were hiring, so when this club attendant spot came up, I grabbed it. The pay was decent, and I told myself I could handle a nightlife scene. And I'm just the right age for this job—21 is no small age. I'm not some clueless kid anymore. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

The place hit me all at once. Dim lights, pulsing music, the smell of alcohol, sweat, and something sweeter like perfume and smoke mixing together. It wasn't packed yet since it was still early, but you could tell it was going to get wild. I headed straight for the bar area, my heels clicking on the floor, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with nerves.

Two girls were already behind the counter, chatting and laughing while they wiped glasses. They looked up when I approached. Both of them were gorgeous in that confident, club kind of way—tight bodies, full lips, and outfits that left very little to the imagination.

The first one, a petite brunette with dark wavy hair, grinned at me. "Hey, you the new girl? I'm Analis. Nineteen, been here six months now. You look fresh as fuck."

The taller one with blonde streaks in her hair and sharp eyes smirked next. "Carla. Also nineteen. We've been holding this place down. What's your name, babe?"

"Cordelia," I said, smiling back even though I could feel my cheeks warming a bit. "Nice to meet you both. This is my first night, so go easy on me."

They both laughed, but not in a mean way at first. Analis looked me up and down slowly. "Cute outfit and all, but damn, girl. That's way too plain for Pure Freedom. You see what we're wearing?"

I did. Analis had on this tiny black skirt that barely covered the bottom of her ass, and a top that was basically two thin straps and a scrap of fabric that pushed her tits up so high her nipples were only just covered—any movement and I was sure they'd spill out. Carla's dress was even shorter, red and clingy, with a neckline so low her breasts were practically fully exposed, the fabric only teasing over her nipples. They looked hot, no lie, but I immediately felt overdressed.

"I... I thought this was fine," I said, tugging at my blouse. Inside my head I was thinking, Shit, do I look like a nun in here? But no way I'm dressing like that on day one.

Carla shrugged. "You'll see. Customers tip better when you give them something to look at. But hey, your choice. We'll let you be for now."

The night picked up fast. People poured in, the music got louder, bodies grinding on the dance floor. I stayed behind the counter mostly, mixing simple drinks and trying to keep up. Analis and Carla moved like they owned the place—flirting with customers, laughing, bending over in ways that made their short skirts ride up. I kept catching myself staring, wondering how they were so comfortable.

Then I saw it.

I was carrying a tray of drinks toward one of the corner tables when my eyes landed on a dimly lit booth. Analis was there with some older guy, probably in his fifties, expensive watch on his wrist. She was straddling him right there on the chair, facing him, her tiny skirt hiked up around her waist. No panties. I could see everything—her shaved pussy sliding up and down on his thick cock, taking him deep with every rock of her hips. Her tits had spilled out completely now, bouncing as she rode him hard. The old man had both hands gripping her bare ass, spreading her cheeks while he thrust up into her.

"Fuck, yes... right there, daddy," Analis moaned loudly, not even trying to be quiet. Her voice carried over the music. She was grinding on him like she needed it, her pussy lips stretched tight around his shaft, glistening with her juices every time she lifted up. He slapped her ass and she laughed, then moaned even louder as she sped up, slamming down on him. Wet, filthy sounds mixed with the bass.

My mouth fell open. I froze, tray in my hands, heat rushing to my face... and somewhere lower too, though I didn't want to admit it. Holy shit, they're fucking right there in the open. But the craziest part? Nobody cared. People danced around them, laughed, ordered drinks. A couple guys even glanced over and smirked like it was normal entertainment.

I turned away fast, heart pounding, and hurried back to the counter. This can't be real. What kind of club is this?

But it got worse.

As I stepped behind the bar, I heard moaning. Loud, breathy, female moaning. Carla. She was leaning back against the counter, legs spread wide, that tiny red dress bunched up around her waist. A young guy, maybe mid-twenties, was on his knees between her thighs, face buried in her pussy. He was licking her like he was starving—long, sloppy strokes of his tongue up her wet slit, sucking on her clit loud enough that I could hear the wet smacks.

"Ohhh fuck... eat that pussy, baby," Carla groaned, her hand gripping his hair, grinding her hips against his mouth. Her tits were out, nipples hard, jiggling as she moved. Juices were shining on the guy's chin and dripping down her inner thighs. She wasn't holding back at all—moaning like a pornstar, telling him exactly how she wanted it. "Suck my clit harder... yeah, just like that, you dirty boy. Fuck!"

I walked closer without thinking. "Carla? What the hell—"

She looked over at me, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, and just grinned through another moan as the guy shoved his tongue inside her. "Mmm... first night surprise, Cordelia. Welcome to Pure Freedom. You get used to it."

I stood there staring, my mind spinning. Her pussy was right there, pink and soaked, getting devoured while customers sat just a few feet away sipping drinks like nothing was happening. The sounds—her wet moans, the guy's hungry slurping, the way her body shook—were so raw it made my own thighs press together.

She's getting her pussy eaten right behind the counter on a busy night... and no one gives a fuck.

My face burned. My nipples had tightened against my bra. Part of me wanted to look away, but I couldn't. This was insane. Exciting in a terrifying way.

"What the fuck did I get myself into?" I whispered under my breath, still staring as Carla threw her head back and came hard on the guy's tongue, moaning loud enough for half the club to hear.