Kinktober: Hacks - Ava/Deb One-Shots

Day 1: Voyeurism/Sex Club

"You've really been to one of these?" Ava asked, her voice dripping with curiosity as she followed Deborah into the dimly lit, exclusive Vegas club. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the sleek leather furniture, the soft glow of candles, and the people already mingling in various states of undress.

Deborah raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with the scene around her. "Ava, please. I've been in Vegas a long time. This place? It's barely a step above the Strip's amateur hour."

Ava's mouth dropped open slightly. "You're telling me you've been to these kinds of sex parties, and you're this nonchalant about it? Like, it's just another Tuesday for you?"

Deborah shrugged, her lips curling into a smirk. "Sweetheart, I've seen it all. Trust me, this place is nothing special. A few years ago, they were much more exclusive. Now it's just influencers trying to look edgy on Instagram."

Ava's eyes widened as she watched a couple nearby, already deep into an intimate encounter, their moans echoing softly through the room. "Okay, but… we're here, so it's still kind of a big deal, right?" Ava looked at Deborah expectantly.

Deborah rolled her eyes, tossing her coat onto a nearby chaise lounge. "You begged me to bring you, remember? Don't act like this is some bucket list moment for me. I'm doing you a favor."

Ava grinned, biting her lip. "Yeah, well, you didn't exactly say no. So, what now? Do we, like… dive in?"

Deborah snorted, crossing her arms as she surveyed the room. "Dive in? God, no. You don't just throw yourself into something like this. You watch, you judge, and then—if you're feeling particularly charitable—you make everyone else feel bad about themselves."

Ava laughed, but it turned into an awkward cough when she noticed Deborah's eyes were serious. "Wait, you're not kidding, are you?"

Deborah smirked, leaning in close. "Of course I'm not kidding. Look at that guy over there." She pointed subtly to a man standing nearby, clearly trying too hard to look mysterious and alluring. "I guarantee he brought the same energy to his high school prom. Pathetic."

Ava stifled a laugh, following Deborah's gaze. "Okay, yeah, he's definitely trying too hard. What about that couple?" She nodded toward two women sitting together, one feeding the other chocolate-covered strawberries.

Deborah didn't miss a beat. "Oh, please. I give them ten minutes before one of them gets bored and starts texting her ex. You know, 'just checking in.'"

Ava snickered, shaking her head. "You're so judgy."

Deborah raised an eyebrow. "Oh, honey, if you're not judging at a place like this, what's the point? Look at them. You can practically hear the desperation for validation."

Ava glanced around again, her eyes lingering on another couple who were already fully engaged in a public display. She bit her lip, feeling a strange mix of nerves and excitement. "So… what do we do?"

Deborah rolled her eyes but smiled. "First, we watch. I'm not here to jump in like it's some sort of buffet line. Patience, Ava."

Ava huffed, shifting her weight from foot to foot as her eyes flicked around the room. The atmosphere was thick with arousal, the sounds of soft moans and whispered conversations filling the air. Her skin tingled with the awareness that they were in a place where sex wasn't just accepted—it was encouraged.

As they watched, Deborah's sarcastic commentary continued, her voice low but biting. "Look at that one," she whispered, nodding toward a man with his shirt half off, trying and failing to look seductive. "If I wanted to see bad choreography, I'd have gone to an off-strip Cirque du Soleil show."

Ava snorted, trying to hold back her laughter. "God, you're impossible."

Deborah smirked. "I'm not impossible, I just have standards."

The couple in front of them shifted, their moans growing louder as the woman straddled the man, her head tilting back as she rode him, completely uninhibited. Ava's eyes widened, her breath catching slightly at the sight. The intensity between them was palpable, and despite Deborah's judgmental commentary, Ava couldn't tear her eyes away.

"Look at you," Deborah murmured, her voice full of amusement as she leaned closer to Ava. "Eyes wide, mouth open. You're practically drooling."

Ava flushed, tearing her gaze away from the couple and looking back at Deborah. "I am not drooling," she protested, though her voice lacked conviction.

"Oh, you are," Deborah said with a grin. "You've never been to something like this, have you? All this pent-up energy, these people giving in to their desires… it's a lot to take in."

Ava swallowed hard, her body buzzing with excitement and nervous energy. "Okay, maybe I'm a little… curious."

Deborah chuckled softly, her hand brushing against Ava's arm, sending a shiver down her spine. "That's why I brought you. But remember, we're not here to be amateurs."

Ava's pulse quickened at the touch, her eyes flicking to Deborah's. "So… what's the plan?"

Deborah grinned, her eyes gleaming with that dark, knowing look that always made Ava weak in the knees. "We make a statement."

Before Ava could process what she meant, Deborah stepped forward, her fingers curling around the back of Ava's neck as she pulled her in for a deep, possessive kiss. Ava gasped against her lips, the shock of the moment sending a thrill through her as Deborah's tongue parted her lips, the kiss turning hungry, demanding.

The couple in front of them paused, their eyes flicking toward Deborah and Ava. The subtle shift in attention sent a jolt of arousal through Ava's body, making her realize that they were no longer just watching—they were now being watched.

Deborah pulled back slightly, her lips still brushing against Ava's as she whispered, "See? They're already looking at us."

Ava's breath hitched, her heart racing as Deborah's hand slid lower, teasing along the waistband of her skirt. "You like being watched, don't you?"

Ava moaned softly, her body responding to Deborah's touch despite the nervous flutter in her stomach. "I—"

"Shh," Deborah hushed her, her fingers slipping lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of Ava's inner thigh. "Don't think. Just feel."

Ava's head spun, her breath coming in short gasps as Deborah's fingers teased her, her touch firm but maddeningly slow. The knowledge that they were being watched, that people's eyes were on them, only heightened the intensity, making Ava's skin prickle with anticipation.

Deborah's hand moved higher, her fingers slipping under Ava's skirt, brushing against her soaked panties. "You're already so wet," she murmured, her voice low and full of dark amusement. "Is it the attention? Or is it me?"

Ava whimpered, her hips bucking against Deborah's hand, desperate for more. "Both," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Deborah chuckled, her fingers pressing harder against Ava's clit through her panties, making her moan loudly. "Good answer."

The couple in front of them shifted again, their movements slowing as they watched Deborah and Ava, their eyes dark with curiosity and arousal. Deborah caught their gaze, her lips curling into a smirk as she pressed her fingers harder into Ava's clit, making her gasp.

"Let them watch," Deborah whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Let them see how much you love this."

Ava's body trembled, her legs shaking as Deborah's fingers moved faster, teasing her relentlessly. The combination of Deborah's touch and the weight of the audience's eyes on them was overwhelming, and Ava felt herself quickly spiraling toward the edge.

Deborah leaned in close, her lips brushing against Ava's ear as she whispered, "When you come, I want you to look them in the eye. I want them to see what I do to you."

Ava moaned, her body tensing as the pressure built inside her, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel the heat of the couple's gaze on her, their eyes fixed on her as Deborah pushed her closer to the brink.

With a sharp cry, Ava's body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her as her eyes locked with the couple in front of her. She could see the hunger in their eyes, the way they watched her with rapt attention, and it only made the pleasure more intense. Her body shook, her breath ragged as Deborah continued to work her through the orgasm, her fingers relentless.

When Ava finally collapsed against her, spent and trembling, Deborah smiled, brushing a kiss against her cheek. "See? Told you these places aren't such a big deal."

Ava let out a breathless laugh, still trying to recover. "I guess you were right," she murmured, her voice shaky.

Deborah chuckled softly, her hand still resting possessively on Ava's thigh. "Stick with me, sweetheart. You'll learn a lot more."

Ava leaned back into Deborah, still breathless, her body tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. The heat of the room, the eyes of the audience still on them—it was overwhelming in the best way, but Deborah's touch kept her grounded, reminding her who was really in control.

Before Ava could fully catch her breath, a woman from the crowd sauntered up to them, her hips swaying confidently as she approached. She was striking—tall, with dark hair that fell in waves down her back, her lips painted a deep, seductive red. She didn't bother with subtlety, her eyes fixed on Ava as she came to a stop in front of them.

"Quite the show," the woman said, her voice smooth, almost purring. "You two are something to watch." Her gaze lingered on Ava, a slow smile spreading across her lips. "Mind if I join?"

Ava's eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat at the boldness of the request. She looked up at Deborah, unsure how to respond, but before she could say anything, Deborah's grip on her thigh tightened, and her response came swiftly, without hesitation.

"No," Deborah said, her voice firm, a sharp edge to her tone that made it clear the conversation was over before it began. "This one isn't going off leash tonight."

The woman blinked, clearly caught off guard by the immediate rejection, but her smile didn't falter. "Oh, I didn't mean to intrude," she said smoothly, though her eyes flicked between them, still calculating. "You two just seemed like the kind who might enjoy some extra company."

Deborah's smile was cold, the kind of smile she gave when she was amused by someone's audacity. "You thought wrong," she said, her voice cool but final. "She's mine for the night. No one else."

Ava's stomach flipped at the possessiveness in Deborah's tone, her heart racing as she watched the woman shift uncomfortably under Deborah's gaze. The confident, seductive air the woman had walked in with seemed to falter, and she gave a short, awkward laugh.

"Well, I guess I'll leave you two to it then," the woman said, her voice a little stiffer now. "Enjoy the rest of your night."

Deborah's smile didn't waver as she watched the woman walk away, her hand still gripping Ava's thigh tightly. Once the woman was out of earshot, Deborah leaned in close, her breath hot against Ava's ear.

"Can you believe that?" Deborah murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "Walking up like she's entitled to something."

Ava let out a breathless laugh, still reeling from the intensity of the moment. "I mean, I get it," she teased, her voice shaky but light. "We did put on a pretty good show."

Deborah's grip on her thigh softened, her fingers trailing lightly along Ava's skin. "Of course we did," she said with a smirk. "But that doesn't mean I'm sharing."

Ava's pulse quickened at the possessive tone in Deborah's voice, her body already responding to the way Deborah's fingers moved, teasing, but with an edge of control. "Not even a little?"

Deborah chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Not tonight, sweetheart. You're not going off leash, and I'm not sharing you with anyone."

Ava shivered at the words, the heat between them reigniting as Deborah's hand slid higher, her fingers brushing along the edge of Ava's panties. "I wasn't really asking," Ava whispered, her voice breathless, her body already aching for more.

Deborah's smirk widened, her fingers slipping under the fabric, teasing Ava with just enough pressure to make her squirm. "Good," she murmured, her voice low and commanding. "Because you're not going anywhere until I decide we're done."

Ava's body tensed, her breath hitching as Deborah's fingers slid lower, teasing her with maddening slowness. The room, the audience, the woman who had tried to join them—it all faded away, leaving only the heat of Deborah's touch and the overwhelming sensation of being completely and utterly owned.

Deborah leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Ava's ear as she whispered, "Now, let's give them another show. But this time, you don't get to come until I say."