A Weird Request

The music kept pounding through the air, a steady beat that pulsed like a heartbeat, mixing with the raw, wild energy of the club. 

All around us, people were lost in it—fucking on tables, against walls, a tangle of bodies and moans that made the place feel alive and unhinged. 

Afa and I were still sprawled on the couch-bed, her naked body pressed against mine, when the couple from the crowd—the woman in the red one-piece and her husband—stood there on stage, looking at us with a mix of nerves and excitement. 

Afa shifted against me, smirking as she glanced at them. 

"Oh yeah? Enjoyed the show that much?" she teased, her voice light and mocking, her head tilting playfully as she sized them up. 

The woman in red blushed hard, her cheeks turning pink under the club lights. 

"Yes," she admitted, her fingers clutching the hem of her tight one-piece, tugging at it like she was trying to steady herself.