Bathroom Brats

Kali Roses and Alex De La Flor stand at the bar sink, touching up lipstick. Those boys have no idea what’s coming, Kali grins. Alex fires back that Kali might just fuck them both and leave Alex nothing. Alex checks the time. They should get out there before the guys get bored and leave. Kali smirks. Bar’s already closed, nobody else is walking in. The guys will wait. Alex shrugs, then pulls out her phone. Let’s send them a little preview, she says, and yanks her top down. Kali laughs and does the same. They press close, tits out, and snap the shot. Alex licks her lips. Looks hot, she admits. Kali leans in and the flash pops while they kiss open-mouthed. The door swings and Kiara Cole steps through. She came back for her purse, that’s all, she says, not even slowing down. She bends into the stall, grabs it, straightens. Wait—how’d she even get in? the girls ask. Kiara says she’s the last one left. They step closer. The guys outside—where’d they go? Kiara lets out a short breath. Nowhere. Place is empty. What the hell? The girls say together. Kiara’s ex used to ghost her all the time, so she gets it. Alex’s eyes light up. Take a pic with us, send it to that asshole ex, make him choke. Kiara pauses. Just a couple, she warns. Alex plants her in the middle, both girls topless, each kissing one of Kiara’s cheeks. The shutter clicks. Nice, Alex says. Shirt off now, and all three of us locking lips, okay? Quick, no big deal. Kiara hesitates, but they press on. Out in the bar, she peels her top, sits on a stool. They kiss. The phone’s in Alex’s hand, but she forgets to hit record when Kali’s tongue slides down Kiara’s neck and then her stomach, both mouths zeroing in between her legs. Three naked brats on bar stools, hands everywhere. Kiara’s night just flipped upside-down.