Public Exhibition

Juan stands there like he’s wired, watching Avi and Lyra clock each other across white walls and cold lights. He wants this night to stick. Watches them drift, heels clicking, dresses swinging. They leave him behind on purpose. Find a roped-off corner no one guards. Nothing on display but naked sculptures and twisted shadows. The quiet turns dirty fast. Avi slides her eyes over a bronze cunt cast in marble light. “Bet she gets more attention than most real ones,” she says, low. Lyra answers with a look that strips her in one stroke. Their mouths meet hard, teeth clashing before tongues push. Lyra’s nails scrape down Avi’s ribs, fabric bunching in greedy fists. Silk drops. Bras snap. Panties twist to ankles. Both of them bare now, skin catching faint glints from overhead spots. Lyra drops first. Spreads Avi open against the velvet rope, tongue driving straight in. Avi’s head hits plaster. One thigh hooks over Lyra’s shoulder. Fingers tangle in blonde hair and yank her tighter. Lyra moans into wet folds, sucking clit like she needs proof she’s not dreaming. Avi hisses, grinds down, then hauls Lyra up so they can trade places—tongue for tongue, slick against slick. They fuck loud enough that every wet sound bounces. Lyra’s fingers crook inside Avi, thumb working her clit fast and ruthless. Avi bites her own wrist to keep from shouting. They finish hard, legs shaking, mouths shiny, thighs streaked. Fix their dresses. Step out smiling like nothing happened. Juan’s still scrolling his phone, clueless, waiting for them to tell him how perfect the night turned out.