It takes Amara a second, but when she hears the squelching sound of wet skin on wet skin, she realizes that Walter is fully sheathed inside Veronica.

The men all grin and turn to watch, palming themselves as Walter pounds into her. All that is running through Amara's head is, "What the hell, what the hell, what the hell."

Then she feels Bobby's lips against her neck and hears him whisper, "What the fuck is happening?"

"That's what I was just thinking," she replied beneath her breath.

Veronica is amping up the volume and Walter has now pulled her dress up over her breasts. She's spilling out of her bra as she bounces on his dick and Amara regrets to admit that it's making her feel some type of way.

"Amara, stop."

"Stop what?"

Bobby's vicelike grip on her hips makes her realize that she was rolling her hips on his leg too.

"Is this really doing it for you?"

"What? No, I- what?"

Bobby pulls back to look at her, eyes dark again. The hand trapped between her thighs is rubbing circles into the soft skin there. She bites her lip and keeps her eyes on his face. Veronica moans again.

"You like that, you dirty slut?" Walter asks the girl on his lap and she responds with another overdramatized moan. "Yeah, take my dick, whore."

She feels Bobby's mouth against the column of her throat, whispering, "Fuck, keep looking."

She whimpers and looks at the couple having sex in front of them, feeling Bobby's eyes burn holes into the side of her face the whole time. Veronica lolls her head back on Walter's shoulder as he takes her throat into his palm to fuck her more fiercely.

It's so fake, Amara can tell, but maybe it's the low lights or the deep bass or the cold palm between her legs. Whatever it is, it's making her horny.

"We should take a break," she whispers in his ear. He hums his assent just as Walter loses his rhythm and falls over the edge.

Veronica is panting and cum is dripping down her leg. Bobby pats Amara on the ass and she stands. Her thighs press against each other, but the space still feels empty without Bobby's hand, and that thought alone is making Amara blush red.

"Are you going to give a show too, sweetheart?" the tall man asks, dick now out as he strokes it up and down. It makes her mouth feel sticky and gross.

"Actually, she wants to go dance, so we'll be right back." Amara pulls him up out of the chair and she can tell that he's half-hard already. His hand finds her ass again and pulls her in close to his side, which is a power he is definitely abusing but far be it from her to complain.

"Save a dance for me!" the bald man calls out as they step through the curtain.

At the bottom of the steps, Bobby presses himself against her back and whispers in her ear, "These people are insane."

"Definitely," she agrees, eyes scanning the room as she tries to ignore the feeling of him pressing into her ass. "It is so hot in here."

"I could ice up and you could suck my-"

"Bobby!"

He laughs and it's starting to feel like a normal mission again. That's when she spots the eyes through the curtain.

"They're watching us. We have to go dance," she tells him, standing on her tiptoes to press her lips to his ear.

He steadies her at the hips and says back, "Now I really think Roberto should be here instead."

Amara rolls her eyes and drags him to the dance floor anyway, letting the crowded bodies jostle them together until her front is plastered to his.

Her arms drape over his shoulders and his hands find her hips again, trying and failing to match her sway.

"We have two names (three if you count Veronica) and- what are you doing?"

Bobby smiles at her sheepishly. "I can't dance."

"No, you're not letting yourself dance." She slides her leg between his and presses her pelvis into him until he is forced to follow her flow. "All we need now is a supplier so we can follow the chain of command."

"I'll ask when we go back in," he says, cold lips pressed to the soft spot behind her ear so they can hear each other over the music. It makes her whole body burn. "I think they like you more than Veronica."

"It's just because I'm young and they're creeps."

"True," he says and she doesn't know if he's using his hands to roll her hips over his thigh on purpose or not. "Also, it probably helps that you're the hottest girl in this club."

Her rhythm falters. Bobby pulls back to look at her, eyes heavy with intention. Amara bites down an embarrassing sound and threads her hands into his hair.

"What are you doing?" she presses up to ask.

"You have to stop looking at me like that," is his short reply.

"Like what?"

"Like you wanna eat me alive."

Her fingers tighten in his hair involuntarily and he makes a sound in her ear that sets her whole body on fire. "Bobby, stay focused."

He is fully hard against her leg and replies, "Just let it be part of the act."

She opens her mouth but before she can say anything, a voice in her ear asks, "Status report?"

Amara whips around and breathes out a sigh of relief when she realizes it's just Dani. Conscious of the eyes watching them, Amara smiles big and presses herself up against her mission leader. With one hand behind her, she grabs Bobby by the belt and pulls him against her, sandwiching herself.

"We're in. We just have to go back to fish out the supplier."

Dani grabs her hip and Amara throws her arms up in the air, grinding between the two of them.

"Never mind the supplier," Dani says. "Rahne found the code for the safe, just keep them distracted long enough for her to get in and out."

Amara nods, hand reaching back to scratch her nails through Bobby's hair again. The sound he makes in her ear soaks her through her thong.

"W-we've got it," is Amara's reply. Dani nods and both girls pull back with fake smiles plastered on their faces. The dreamwalker disappears into the crowd. "Bobby, did you get that?"

"Huh?" He has one hand on her stomach and the other creeping up her side, keeping her locked in place writhing against him.

"We have to keep them distracted long enough for Rahne to get in and out of the safe."

"Oh, okay," he mumbles.

She turns back to face him. "Hey, you need to focus."

His pupils are blown when he nods and he's panting like he's just run a marathon. His eyes are on her mouth as she speaks and she really wants to kiss him.

"Come on," she says instead, pulling him off the dance floor. "Let's go finish our epic prank."

"Alright, just give me a second."

Bobby leans against the wall outside the VIP lounge and cards a hand through his hair, taking deep breaths with his eyes closed. The need to kiss him only gets stronger, and Amara turns away and looks at the crowd. Her eyes catch with Ray's, who nods at her from behind the bar.

"It's time to go."

"Okay."

He takes her hand and she leads him past the bouncer, up the steps, and into the lounge.