Chapter 59: A quickie in the bathroom

"But it seems he was left with a big problem now," Vanessa purred, reaching for Arthur’s obviously hard cock.

"Maybe we could help with that," Iris said, her eyes glimmering with interest.

"Then why don’t we have another round of rock-paper-scissors?"

"Hey! Aren’t you being a little too greedy? You already had your turn!" Iris placed the drinks on the counter and pulled Arthur closer to her. "It’s my turn now."

Vanessa simply stuck out her tongue. "I’m not giving up that easily."

Arthur glanced between them, unsure whether they were actually serious... Were they planning to do something sexual right there in the club?

"Why don’t we just drink for a while and enjoy the night?" he suggested. "We can figure out the rest later."

Vanessa chuckled, realizing Arthur had suggested it out of apprehension about fooling around in a public place. Meanwhile, Iris’s eyes suddenly lit up with an idea.

"Actually, you’re right! We’re here to drink, after all. So why don’t we turn this into a drinking competition?" She turned to Vanessa with a challenging grin.

"That’s a little unfair," Vanessa said, biting her lower lip. "But I’m not one to back down from a challenge. However, our handsome stud has to participate, too."

"Wait, what?" Arthur looked between them. "Why am I involved?"

"Here are the rules," Vanessa declared, completely ignoring his protest. "We each take turns choosing a drink, and everyone has to finish theirs. Whoever gives up first loses."

"Works for me." Iris nodded enthusiastically. "So whoever wins takes Arthur, right?"

Vanessa agreed with a smirk, already thinking of some plausible strategy for winning.

Arthur shrugged his shoulders, accepting he would be forced to take part in the girls’ little game. Resigned, he asked, "And what happens if I win?"

Both women stared at him. And Iris thrust her massive tits out proudly, declaring there was no chance he would win against her.

Vanessa simply smiled and said, "If you win, you can have both of us and make us serve you as you please."

Arthur nearly choked on his own breath. "You can’t just say things like that so casually!"

"Why not?" Vanessa asked, looking utterly pleased with herself. "Unless you’re afraid you can’t handle two beautiful women?"

"But you don’t need to worry, because I will win and take you," Iris said, her eyes almost scarily hungry as she stared at him.

"Fine," he finally said, picking up his glass from the counter. "Let’s do this."

Vanessa laughed. "That’s the spirit!"

The competition began with the drinks Iris had already ordered. Arthur went first, choosing something light; Vanessa was more daring; and Iris asked for the strongest whiskey available.

By the third round, Arthur was out, and the girls even made him drink water. Vanessa lost in the next round, but Iris still decided to ask for one more drink before kissing Arthur deeply with unrestrained passion.

"I lost, so he is all yours," Vanessa said, drinking a glass of water with a smile.

Iris didn’t need to be told twice. She grabbed Arthur by the wrist and pulled him toward the VIP bathroom. Closing the door behind her, Iris kissed Arthur once again, her tongue sliding against his, and she pressed her whole body into him, her massive tits crushing against his chest.

She pressed him against the door, which made a low creaking noise. Before she could actually break something by being too aggressive, Arthur took command of the situation.

His hands found their way to her ass, and he lifted her like that, shifting his position so they could fit better in there.

"Feeling impatient?" he asked with a smirk once they finally parted their lips.

Iris blushed just a bit. "It’s just that I want you..." she admitted, the alcohol reducing her inhibitions. "Hey, do you think we could have a quickie?"

"A quickie?" Arthur repeated, unsure what she meant.

Iris rolled her eyes, already unbuckling her belt, allowing her jeans to fall to the ground.

"Just fuck me," Iris said, reaching forward and yanking his pants down. "All you need to do is fuck me and cum as fast as you can. And you better be fast, because we never know if someone may come in."

Arthur gulped. They were inside a closed room, but still, if someone got in, they would see the clothes on the floor and possibly hear everything.

"I don’t have a condom with me. What should I do?" he asked, remembering how he had been told to be responsible about it.

"I have the impression you have been forgetting it on purpose." She smiled teasingly and let out a sigh. "Do you think I can say no at that point? Just fuck me, stud."

He didn’t need to be told twice. He hooked his arms under her thighs, lifted her, holding hard onto her thick ass, and pinned her back against the door, her massive tits crushing against his chest as he thrust into her in one deep stroke.

Iris cried out, loud and shameless, her nails raking down his back. None of them tried to hold back. He fucked her hard and fast, her full weight coming down onto his cock at each thrust.

"Yes! Just like that!" she screamed, her legs locking tight around him. "Fuck me, Arthur! Make me cum!"

Her whole body was already trembling, all the tension of the night snapping at once. He buried his face between her tits, sucking one stiff nipple into his mouth as he pounded into her, and that was all it took.

Iris came hard, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice, her back arching off the door as a scream tore from her throat.

The spasming heat around his cock pushed Arthur over the edge, and he slammed in one last time, unloading deep inside her with a groan, pulse after pulse flooding her womb.

"Fuck, that was intense..." he panted, feeling actually more exhausted than when training at the gym. "What do you think, did I do well?"

"Yes." Iris gave him an appreciative smile, watching as the cum began to run down her thighs. "But we better get out of here sooner rather than later," she said, already feeling a bit more sober. Maybe the good sex had put her mind back in place.

She took some toilet paper to clean herself while Arthur got dressed.

They slipped out of the bathroom one after the other, trying to look as casual as two people could look after what they had just done.

The guards at the VIP entrance gave them amused looks. Arthur could have sworn one of them was blushing, his gaze flicking between Iris’s flushed face and Arthur’s disheveled hair.

Still, no one said a word, and Arthur chose to live in blissful denial, pretending nobody had noticed a thing.

Vanessa was already sitting at their table, and she had actually ordered food, a spread of appetizers and drinks covering the polished wood.

"The two of you sure took your time." She waved them over with a teasing grin, which made the duo blush. "I took the liberty of ordering for everyone. You two took your sweet time."

They sat down to eat and drink more, and the conversation flowed easily. The trio chatted excitedly about everything and nothing. Iris, in particular, told Arthur about old stories from Iris’s and Vanessa’s youth.

She even told him a few things about her mother, and how she was the hero of campus in her time. Arthur felt like the stories needed to be exaggerated, but he had a bad feeling that some of the things could actually be true.

The teacher showed no restraint, downing glass after glass until her cheeks flushed and her words began to slur.

By the time she was leaning her whole weight against the table, giggling at her own jokes, it was clear she was way too drunk.

"Okay, that’s enough for you." Vanessa slid a bottle of water in front of her friend. "You need to drink some water."

"I don’t want to!" Iris complained, sticking out her tongue in childish defiance.

"Just be a good girl and drink it all. Our Arthur will get mad at you otherwise," Vanessa said, her tone growing more stern as she glanced at Arthur, prompting him to play along.

"Yeah, you need to drink some water," the boy agreed.

Iris pouted, but when Arthur insisted, she obediently opened the bottle and downed it in one go. Vanessa promptly handed her another.

"Okay, I’ll stop drinking," Iris mumbled. "And I’ll drink more water later."

She slowly lowered her head onto the table and closed her eyes.

Vanessa poked her friend’s cheek a few times before letting out a sigh. "She won’t be waking up anytime soon..." She turned her attention to Arthur with a mischievous smile. "Which means I have you all to myself now. Come on, stud. Let’s dance!"

Arthur hesitated, glancing at Iris, who was now resting her cheek against her hand, eyes half-closed.

"Are you sure? I don’t want to leave her like that..."

"She’ll be just fine," Vanessa assured him, already pulling him up by the hand. "She just needs a few minutes and some water. Trust me, I’ve taken care of this drunk mess more times than I can count. Now come with me. Let’s have fun."