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So.
Here we are.
Chapter three.
What started as a silly idea suddenly transformed into something very uhm... not so silly, hehe.
It really forced me to step out of my comfort zone to complete the chapter, but hey, why not, eh?
It never hurts to try to evolve as a writer, so I just went along with what my brain came up with and wrote it down, albeit with burning cheeks haha!
Ugh, I'm such a child. XD

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Freak Me Baby

A few days passed in relative peace and quietness, at least, as far as that was possible with having three furry and obnoxiously loud aliens in your life, one of which was able to put you into full-on swoon mode by only looking at you.
Still.
A few days passed in relative peace and quietness.
They hadn't been alone since that whole flat-tire-debacle, and Charley was still debating whether it was a good thing or not.
It probably was if it wasn't so goddamn boring at the same time.
Because it was.
Life, even with three furry and obnoxiously loud aliens in it, was actually quite boring without playing certain games with a certain white Martian.
Games that brought a blush to her cheeks.
Games that made her insides tingle like an army of butterflies tickled them.
Games that, despite the risks, made her feel more alive than she had ever felt before.

But with his bros around, Vinnie behaved just like he always did before they shared that strange night, the one that had set things in motion, which basically meant he pretended like nothing ever happened.
Like he hadn't touched her the way he had done.
Or looked at her the way he had done with those dark eyes of his, eclipsed by arousal…
Ahem.
As it turned out, pretending was another thing her white-furred friend was very good at.
So good, that even though their rather hot interactions were practically instilled into every cell of her body, Charley sometimes started to doubt her own memory.
Until today, that is.
Today, she found out that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her memory.

The night had already been in an advanced stage when Charley's scanner picked up the signal.
The soft beeping had made her stop the movie she had been watching with her extraterrestrial friends, mildly alarmed but not very worried just yet.
It was only after checking her device, the very one she had designed to pick up interplanetary frequencies in order to keep a close eye on both the Plutarkians as possible visiting Martians, that her concerns tripled, and so did Throttle's as the signal told them that Limburger was reaching out to Plutark.
They had learned the hard way that him calling his boss equaled trouble for the mice, but strangely enough, that wasn't what really alarmed them.
No, it was the fact that he wasn't calling from Limburger Plaza that concerned them the most, and so, they decided to follow the signal in the hope of finding out what that fish face was up to.

With soft shrieking brakes, three bikes came to a halt across a building located in the heart of Chicago, and Throttle opened his visor.
"Are you sure this is the place?", he asked with a furrowed brow as his bionic eyes wandered from the well-maintained establishment to the line of people waiting to get inside.
Whenever the man, who he assumed was a guard given he was almost the same size as the building or at least built like one, opened the door to let people in, loud music was pumped into the dark and quiet night, along with bright flashing lights and the characteristic sound of a crowd that was having a good time.
If anything, this was not what he expected to be Limburger's new hideout.
He didn't really strike him as the 'Let's go to a nightclub and have a good time' kinda guy as he was always too busy trying to demolish Chicago and thus also said nightlife.

Charley checked the scanner in her hand, so focused on the mission that she didn't even really notice the way her body was pressed against Vinnie's warm and strong back, or how his tail was still loosely wrapped around her waist even though they weren't driving anymore.
"Positive. Technology never lies."
Although she did agree with the tan-furred leader - this was the last place she expected Limburger to spend his Saturday night.
"So now what? We can't just walk in, there's a guard at the door", Modo pointed out, resting one foot on the footrest of his bike whilst the other remained on the asphalt to make sure he wouldn't topple over.
"There ain't no way he's gonna let us pass."

Vinnie stretched his back while cracking his knuckles with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Gimme five seconds and we're in. Succes guaranteed."
Throttle cast him a sideways glance.
"We can't just knock the light out of his eyes in front of all those people, Vincent."
Slightly shaking his head, he turned his gaze back on the building.
"That ain't exactly what I consider low profile."
"Maybe not, but at least it's more fun than sneaking…", Vinnie muttered, already knowing where this was going.
And indeed…
"There's another entrance at the back. It's for staff and VIP's who, ironically, wanna keep a low profile", Charley mentioned, shifting a little backward to create some distance between her and Vinnie, since he was practically leaning against her after stretching his back and it was just too much of a distraction all of a sudden.

Vinnie, however, wouldn't let her.
His tail shoved her right back in her place, and he glanced over his shoulder with twinkling eyes and that maddening crooked smile curling his lips.
"And how would you know, huh? You ever been here before?"
"Believe it or not but I was young once", Charley muttered under her breath as she tried to create some distance once again, for it was suddenly becoming warmer and warmer here, but again, Vinnie didn't budge.
So much for pretending…
When she raised her eyes, she found him looking at her still, though his smile grew slightly bigger when he saw the faint blush on her cheeks.
"You okay, sweetheart? You look a little uhm… hot under the helmet", he snickered playfully, squeezing his tail whilst the tip secretly caressed her lower abdomen.
The fact that she was wearing two sweaters and a jacket didn't reduce the impact of this seemingly simple movement, and Charley clenched her teeth to keep the gasp inside as her body silently quivered.
Oh, yes, he was most definitely done with pretending and ready to play another round.
She was too, but his timing didn't leave much to be desired, which was probably on purpose.
Such a tease, this one.

"I'm fine. Dangerously close to fabulous, even", she answered a little breathlessly, her green eyes flashing toward Modo and Throttle.
But the other two Martians didn't seem to notice the interaction between their younger brother and human sidekick as they were still watching the building with the same focus they always had whenever they were standing on the verge of executing a mission.
Which also explained why Vinnie now suddenly had the nerve to challenge her like this in front of them as he knew they wouldn't notice.
However, for a reason that was unknown to her at first, seeing her two friends in their 'Ready to whip some tail' state snapped Charley out of her swoon mode.
They were on a mission, for fuck sake.
They couldn't afford to be distracted, and thus, she mustered every drop of self-control she owned and freed herself from Vinnie's tail before stepping off his bike.
"Today is your lucky day, gentlemice. Apparently, we're VIP's now. So let's go find that back door."

…

As it turned out, sneaking inside nightclubs through the back door held no challenge at all when you had Vinnie and his excellent right hook.
The bouncer probably didn't even know what hit him, which was good and exactly how they but especially Throttle wanted it to be.
After hiding the unconscious man in one of the small rooms they found, they all made their way through the dark and narrow hallway.
With every step they took, the music became louder and louder, and soon, they found themselves on one of the balconies surrounding the dance floor situated one level below them.
Throttle rested his hands on the wooden balustrade next to one of the stairs and looked down at the crowd for a brief moment before he turned around to face his friends.
"Okay, squad, listen up. We have about thirty minutes before our friend at the door wakes up and alerts the cavalry, so let's make them count and fan out. Vinnie, you and Charley go left. Modo, you're with me. Rendez-vous at the DJ booth in ten."

Vinnie saluted with flair whilst Charley just nodded, but when the white-furred mouse wanted to follow the human female, Throttle grabbed him by the arm and pulled him a little closer.
"Keep your helmet and radio on and your eyes peeled. I don't like the looks of this place, it's too good of a spot for an ambush."
Knowing Throttle as well as he did, Vinnie could easily figure out what he was saying between the lines.
'I don't like it that Charley is here with us. Keep a close eye on her.'
Despite that Vinnie didn't like it either when Charley came with them on a mission, he simply couldn't ignore the, though obviously unintended, ambiguity of Throttle's hidden comment, and the left corner of his mouth twitched.
Oh, he would keep a close eye on her alright…
"Don't sweat it, fearless leader. She's in good hands", he snickered, and with that, he clapped Throttle on the shoulder and took off.

While he quickened his pace to catch up with Charley, he used this moment to take a good look around him, and he quickly understood why Throttle called this place a good spot for an ambush.
It was packed with people, for one, leaving little room for movement when shit should hit the fan.
Also, it was pretty dark with the exception of the bright lights flashing on the rhythm of the music, the latter being a problem on its own as it was so loud that it made his eardrums chatter in a not-very-pleasant way.
There was no way in hell he would be able to sense someone sneaking up from behind him, nor would his sensitive nose pick something up as it was currently suffering from overload due to the godawful cocktail of alcohol and sweat with a dash of perfume lingering in the humid air.
So yeah, it was probably safe to say that they were kind of sitting ducks here if Limburger was indeed inside the building.
The bright side was that everyone was either too far gone or having too much fun to really notice him.
Despite being the alien here, even he was fully aware that wearing a helmet in a nightclub was kind of strange, but no one seemed to care, which was at least one less worry.

After catching up with Charley, they both slowly made their way between the booths, bars, and people chugging drinks like there was no tomorrow.
Though his eyes were constantly drawn to Charley's back like a moth was attracted to the light, Vinnie managed to remain alert to his surroundings simply because he had to.
In spite of himself, he knew now wasn't a good time to play games.
It was, however, kind of hard not to.
Not only because walking behind Charley equaled constantly having that mouth-watering scent of hers hovering around him, but also because of this place.
He truly wanted to hate it, mostly because the music was almost making his ears bleed, but in all fairness, he couldn't stop himself from noticing that there was something about this all.
The loud beat bashing through his body and thereby amping up his heartbeat, the flashing lights, the sweaty atmosphere mildly pressing on him, the scent of people having a good time…
If anything, it was kind of arousing, which simultaneously made him feel slightly uncomfortable.
The last thing he needed right now was hormones raging through his body as it would be too big of a distraction, one he couldn't afford right now but sounded hella tempting at the same time…
Before he knew it, his red eyes landed on Charley's back, and again, his lips twitched.
Yeah, hella tempting…
…indeed.

No.
This wasn't what he agreed with himself just now.
Not the time to play games, remember?
Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, he quickly focussed all of his attention on the music.
Hating it as much as he did, since it wasn't hard rock or death metal, he figured listening to the lyrics might help him.
Surely they would be cringy enough to keep him sharp.
Little did he know that this was going to be his biggest mistake of the evening.
Because it was at this very moment that the clock struck midnight.
And apparently, when the clock struck midnight, things happened here in this nightclub.
Very… strange things.
With a scratch of his record, the DJ stopped the current song, and Vinnie glanced at him from the corner of his eye, only to see the man looking at the crowd with a somewhat mischievous smile on his face.

'So hot in…
So hot in here…'

The crowd went wild the moment the first tones of the song echoed through the speakers, and the DJ's smile grew even bigger.
"It's midnight, you guys. We all know what that means…"
"HOT O'CLOCK!", everyone chanted in unison, some pumping their first in the air.
Vinnie narrowed his eyes.
Hot O'Clock?
What the…
"That's right! Time to get down…", the DJ snickered playfully, slowly scratching his record.
"...and dirty."

'It's getting hot in here
So take off all your clothes…'

Vinnie blinked his eyes, not sure if he just heard that right, but before he could figure out what the hell was happening here, the lights flickered dramatically, and with that, the beat dropped.

'I see you over there, so hypnotic
Thinking 'bout what I do to that body
I get you like ooh baby baby
Ooh baby baby, ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby
Got no drink in my hand
But I'm wasted
Getting drunk of the thought of you naked
I get you like ooh baby baby
Ooh baby baby, ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby…'

The tip of his tail started to twitch, and his ears were already burning under his fur.
Okay, so he definitely hadn't misheard the lyrics.
Apparently, they made songs like this here on Earth.
Without thinking, his red eyes landed on Charley's back again, and his heartbeat mildly increased as they lowered a few inches.
Getting drunk of the thought of you naked, eh?
Well, that was no word of a lie.
It was all he could think of ever since that night…
Stop it.
He really needed to focus on the mission instead of Charley's very well-shaped tush.
Yeah, he totally should.
But this music, dude.
This music…
There was just something about it.
Like it got drilled directly into his brain, making it unable to ignore.

'Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go'

For some reason, which probably had something to do with this whole Hot O'Clock thingy, he just knew the song wasn't really about a whistle.
And he wondered…
Did they really do that on Earth?
Although totally unwanted yet still very welcome, the image of Charley crouching in front of him with her legs spread wide open suddenly flashed before his eyes.
She looked up at him with those insanely green eyes of hers, challenging and twinking with lust as she unzipped his pants.
Without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward and her lips gently made contact with his…
Oh my gosh, stop it!
Shaking his head to get rid of this very hot image, Vinnie tried to shut out his surroundings and focus on what was important, but as always, his brain just went his own way.
Not only because this remix the DJ had fabricated was merely impossible to ignore, but there were also the people on the dance floor dancing in a not very coy way.
Now that wasn't exactly a problem, I mean, he could always lower his eyes, but the fact that the scent of their uhm… excitement became stronger and stronger with every song that came by, however, was.
Tasteless as it might be, it only fed his own arousal, whether he liked it or not, and slowly yet steadily, his blood pressure started to rise.

'I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)'

Hot damn, this music was just so… cheap.
So fucking cringy, just like he predicted it would be, but shit, the effect it had on him was no joke.
Again, the same image of Charley appeared before his eyes, but this time, he wasn't able to stop it before she took him in her mouth and his body temperature skyrocketed instantly, and so did his heartbeat.
Holy shit.
Pulling his bandana, he tried to swallow the lump in his throat that was just there all of a sudden but only thinking of swallowing was enough for his abs to contract in a very pleasurable way.
Would she swallow after he…?
GODDAMMIT VINCENT!
Enough!
If only the music just stopped, but apparently, Hot O'Clock was more like Dirty Forever because it just didn't end.

'If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waitin'
Come and jump on it'

This time, his brain forced up the image of a naked Charley straddling his bike.
When she caught his gaze, she took her lower lip between her teeth and gracefully lifted one leg before spreading it, thereby revealing what was hidden between those amazingly long legs of hers…
His pants definitely got tighter now, and he roughly rubbed his face through his open visor in the hope that would help him snap out of this… well whatever this was, but it just didn't work.
Nothing worked.

"Are you okay?"

He hadn't noticed Charley turning around, and he quickly stopped to avoid bumping into her.
It was of utmost importance that he wouldn't make physical contact with her because then all bets were off and that wasn't part of their little game.
Even more important - his bros were here too.
Under no circumstance could he give in.
Thankfully, he managed to stop in time, but when he raised his eyes, he saw her looking back at him with those same big green eyes he had seen in his wet-dream-in-awake-state and his pants got even tighter.
Ugh, fuck me…
Yes, please.
No.
"Peachy", he breathed, trying to sound unfazed but obviously failing, and he clumsily bent a little forward while leaning so-called nonchalantly on the balustrade of the balcony with one hand in the hope this would help hide the bulge in his pants.

Charley narrowed her eyes.
"You don't look peachy."
A nervous laugh escaped Vinnie's mouth, and he vaguely gestured around him.
"It's the music. It's driving me crazy."
It wasn't even a lie.
And thank the Mothers of Mars, she took the bait.
"Yeah, it's awful", she nodded, casting him a sympathetic look.
"Come on, let's move on. The sooner we can get out of here, the better."
Vinnie squeaked something in answer, and just like that, they were on the move again.
That was a close one.
Too close, maybe…
He really needed to grab himself together before he would possibly explode, or worse…
Ruin their game.
But that goddamn music just didn't stop.

'Ooohh suck on my chocolate salty balls,
Stick 'em in your mouth and suck 'em
Suck on my chocolate salty balls,
They're packed full of vitamins and good for you,
So suck on my balls!'

Sweat started to form under his helmet and he let out a shuddering breath.
Oh gosh, was that a thing here as well?
Shit, Earthers definitely knew how to make things interesting.
Very, very interesting…
Fuck, he wasn't even able to blink anymore.
Whenever he closed his eyes, the image of Charley with his balls in her mouth popped up and it was just too much.
Maybe he needed to use his fingers to keep them open…
No, that would look ridiculous.
Above all, it would alert Charley and the last thing he needed was her giving him attention.
Walking there in front of him was probably the safest place for her to be, and for him for that matter.
If only this music didn't keep torturing him so mercilessly.
This was most definitely the last time he would go to a nightclub.
This was worse than a Plutarkian prison.

'Freak me, baby (Ah, yeah)
Let me lick you up and down 'til you say stop
Let me play with your body, baby, make you real hot
Let me do all the things you want me to do
'Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you'

A shiver ran down his spine, and without even fully realizing it, he closed his eyes.
It was only for a brief moment, but it was enough.
At least enough to see Charley lying naked in front of him on one of the counters in the garage with her feet resting on his shoulders, and when he leaned forward to do exactly what the song suggested, he could practically taste her in his mouth.
So sweet…
Snap.
The fuck.
Out of it.
When his eyes flew open again, he was looking almost cross-eyed from arousal, and his pants were now so tight it almost hurt.
Well, actually…
It did hurt as his entire crotch was pounding painfully with every heartbeat.
FUCK.
His tail lashed through the air, not even caring if people would see it.
He was so close to losing control.
So, so close…

It was then that they reached some sort of intersection, with a small and dark hallway on their left and another stair down to the dance floor on their right.
A random guy having a girl by the hand suddenly popped up from the hallway, and Charley quickly halted to let them pass.
And that's where it happened.
Noticing a fraction too late that she stopped, Vinnie bumped into her.
He didn't want to, but it just happened.
The moment he made contact with her, the world around them seemed to come to a halt as well, and his eyes slightly widened when he felt her warm body pressed up against his.
If only she was still wearing that jacket and two sweaters, but she had left them in the small compartment of his bike and was now only wearing a black t-shirt on top of her tight jeans, making him perfectly able to feel every curve of her back mildly rubbing against his chest and lower body.
His nose was now floating inches above the back of her head, and in some sort of automatic response, he lowered his head.

As his teeth buried themselves in his bottom lip, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Her scent whirled into his nose, and about a thousand goosebumps spread throughout his body, giving him the feeling as if he was floating.
His right eyebrow twitched, and as he let out his breath, he opened his eyes and raised his left hand.
Without warning, he grabbed her right arm and swirled her around.
At the same time, he ripped off his helmet and threw it on the floor with his right hand before using the same hand to push her up against the wall in the dark hallway.
Pressing his body against hers, he almost muted the shriek that left her mouth with his own, but right before his lips crashed on hers, he stopped, despite his current state of mind still knowing it had to be her to take that step.
That was the game, after all.
Above all, it was a line she had drawn, and there was just no way he would cross it without her permission, no matter what.

Breathing heavily, he looked down at her, and Charley, severely startled by all this as it all happened in just a split second, stared at his mildly trembling lips for a brief moment before she raised her eyes.
Eyes as black as the night looked back at her, and just like that, her senses went into overdrive.
His scent hit her in the face, but she couldn't help but notice he smelled a little different.
More musky, or some such, or at least heavier, and her mouth filled itself with water the moment she smelled it.
Where she had been able to ignore the loud music so far, it now suddenly thundered into her ear canals, boosting up her heartbeat and waking up her body at the same time.
With every nerve end now on high alert, she suddenly became very aware of the hardness pressing against her lower belly, setting her insides on fire at instance.
Desire spread through her veins like wildfire, and a sharp tingle between her legs almost made her crawl up against the wall.
Once again, this escalated very quickly.
So quickly, that she couldn't help but wonder…
What the fuck just happened?

It was almost as though he could hear her ask this question out loud, for moments after he grabbed her, his hand slid into her hair and pulled on it.
Hard.
A soft gasp left her mouth as he forced her to tilt her head back and while pressing his lower body even harder against her, his lips brushed hers before they moved to her neck, his warm breath leaving a trail of fire on her skin.
"You, miss Davidson…", he breathed as his fingers took her hair in an even tighter grip.
"...are really turning me on."
His lips made contact with the sensitive skin on her neck, and she mildly arched her back while closing her eyes.
By doing that, the hard bulge in his pants now rubbed against her pubic bone.

A shock went through her body, but he didn't give her any room as he used his impressive body weight to keep her pinned up against the wall.
Because of that, the impact of feeling him so close to the most sensitive part of her body sort of imploded instead of exploded, and it felt like something she had never felt before.
Kind of like a bomb of butterflies went off inside of her, tickling every inch of her body and driving her totally insane.
Well, at least she could say with absolute certainty now that he was most definitely doing the same thing to her, the sudden wetness between her legs only confirming that.
Never, ever, had she been this turned on.
And so quickly, she might add.
It was crazy what he did to her.

Vinnie, whose senses were also kicked into overdrive, quickly caught on the scent of her arousal, and shit, it made him even wilder.
"Fuck, the things I wanna do to you…", he panted against her skin, and without warning, he set his teeth in her neck.
The pain was bittersweet, and while resting her head against the wall, Charley's hands now made their way under his hoodie.
They had been here before.
Again, her fingers were exploring his strong back whilst combing through his fur.
However, despite them finding themselves tucked away in the dark hallway of a nightclub instead of the privacy of her garage, she knew that this time, they wouldn't be able to stop.
At least not right away.
Things were different tonight.
More… intense.
Controlled by pure lust instead of gaping holes in hearts and minds drenched in alcohol.
One thing hadn't changed, though.
And that was her saying stupid things when she was entirely intoxicated by his very sexy presence.
"Why don't you show me?"

The words hadn't left her mouth or his hands already wandered down before grabbing hers by the wrist.
After freeing them from under his hoodie, he used one hand to pull them up and press them both against the wall above her head whilst the other hand went under her shirt.
But instead of going up toward her breasts like he had done last time, he now went straight for her pants, and every muscle he encountered on his way down flexed under his fingers.
As he unbuttoned her jeans, his right leg wriggled itself between hers, and by using his knee, he forced her to spread her legs as far as possible in this position.
Leaning against her, he raised his head and their eyes locked at the same moment his hand slid into her pants.
Her eyes slightly widened, and the left corner of his mouth went up as his fingers teasingly explored her outer lips straight through her panties.
Her brow furrowed, and a soft grunt came over her lips when again her abs contracted under his touch but much intenser.
She wanted to lower her hands, to at least lean on him as her legs had become weak the moment his hand went into her pants, but as it was already becoming customary, he didn't let her.

Resting his forehead against hers, he leaned even heavier on her as his left hand secured its grip around her wrists.
"Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart. No touchy touchy during the demonstration", he snickered darkly, his voice almost as low as the bass of the music, and the sound of it almost made her come, right here, right now, which was absurd and yet it happened.
Or well...
Almost.
And just like that, he was back in control.
She had no idea how he did it, for he had been so close to losing his shit when he grabbed her.
She had seen it in his eyes.
A hint of utter wildness.
And yet here he was.
Perfectly in control once again.
Playing with her as though she had been the one starting all this.

Fuck, for a mouse who was supposed to be unrestrained, he could be very self-controlled all of a sudden.
It was just so unfair…
…and so friggin' hot.
Never had she known that passing over control to someone else could be such a turn-on.
But she did now.
And it made her forget about everything.
"Kiss me", she panted without thinking, hardly able to talk due to his fingers still exploring her through the thin fabric of her underwear.
Instead of only the left one, the right corner of his mouth now curled up as well, and the result was a very naughty smile.
"Is that what you want?", he asked, and he leaned even closer to her.
So close, that she could feel his irregular breath on her burning lips, and my god, it only made her even more willing.
"Yes", she rasped, not even angry with herself for giving up so easily.
For letting him win another round without even putting up a fight, regardless if it would make a difference.
All she wanted was him.

Lowering his eyes, Vinnie gazed at her lips for a brief moment before he raised them again.
"Are you sure?"
One finger suddenly slipped past the seam of her panties, and Charley's legs started to shake so severely she almost collapsed.
"Yes."
Vinnie's smile vanished when he heard her low and hoarse voice and a muscle close to his nose twitched.
For a moment there, Charley thought he was going to lose control once again.
But he didn't.
Instead, he used a second finger to pull her underwear aside whilst the other one now slid between her inner lips.
Gently rubbing the highly sensitive and smooth tissue there, he leaned against her with his entire weight now, all to stop her from moving.
"Maybe if you say please…?", he breathed, obviously not unfazed as well but still very much in control.

Almost looking cross-eyed from desire, Charley tried to lean forward, desperate to feel his lips on hers, but of course, he wouldn't let her, which frustrated her as much as it turned her on.
Still.
Despite her current state of mind, which could be best described as entirely overwhelmed, she knew she had to cross the line somewhere.
Begging him to kiss her seemed a very good place to start with getting back in control as begging didn't really suit her.
Though currently thoroughly hidden, she did possess a healthy dose of pride, and in some form of protest, she pressed her lips into a tight line as she leaned back as far as this position let her.

Sensing her rebelliousness without trouble, Vinnie's smile returned, and his finger now started to make its way up.
With every inch he came closer to her clit, the pressure inside of her built up, and a shuddering breath slipped past her lips.
She did, however, still refuse to do what he wanted her to do, and she pressed her forehead against her upper arm in some feeble attempt to create some distance.
She knew she had to.
Otherwise, she might give in…
No.
She couldn't.
His finger was now very close to its destination, but right before he reached it, he stopped.
He gazed up at her, his eyes blacker than black and his lips still curled into that sexy-as-hell smile.
So boyishly playful…

It was then that Charley realized she didn't stand a chance.
He would do everything to win as the sore loser he was and she…
Well, she was like putty in his hands.
No denying there.
Her breathing became shallow as they stared at each other, and while his smile became even naughtier, his finger twitched, thereby tapping against her clitoris.
Her body convulsed against his, and without realizing what she was about to do, she took a deep breath.
Two fingers made their way inside of her at the same moment she squeezed out a gaspy 'please', and the rest of the moan got muted by his mouth as he finally kissed her.

Whilst his tongue slipped into her mouth, his fingers found that little spongy spot inside of her without trouble, and the moment he put just the right amount of pressure on it, the dam broke.
Literally.
A tiny bit of arousal fluid dripped out right before she tightened around his fingers, and she squeezed her eyes shut as the enormous wave of sheer pleasure came over her like a tsunami, almost completely washing her away.
She clenched her teeth to keep the scream inside, but she couldn't stop stammering his name against his lips as her body quivered against his.
It took a little while, but then, the wave gradually ebbed away, taking away a fraction of its intensity, and it was then that Vinnie let go of her hands.
Her arms fell down, draping themselves over his shoulders as she leaned heavily against him, not able to stand on her own.
Holy shit, that was…
That was…
There were no words.

"I win."

Charley closed her eyes for a brief moment when he heard the cockiness in his voice, but in reality, she barely even cared about his stroked ego.
"You did. This round, at least", she mumbled, still practically dangling in his arms while being caught in this dazing afterglow.
"Next time, it'll be you who's begging me."
She could feel his muscles tense under her, and she slowly opened her eyes when she suddenly realized something.
Although with reluctance, she pulled away just enough for her to be able to look at him.
His eyes weren't black anymore, but they were still way darker than usual, telling her her guts were right.
Maybe he won, but he didn't come.
Oh…
Well, that certainly offered some possibilities, eh?

Whilst she was wondering why she was now suddenly quoting Vinnie in her head, the white-furred mouse stepped back, grabbed his helmet, and pulled it over his ears.
It was actually quite the miracle no one had noticed him, then again, it was pretty dark here in this hallway.
But not dark enough for Vinnie to hide his somewhat uncomfortable movements, almost as if there was something in his pants bugging him…
"What about you?", she asked without thinking, and Vinnie shrugged while secretly snatching a glass of booze from the bar around the corner with his tail.
"Oh, I'll be fine", and he threw his head back while pouring the drink into his mouth.
Charley watched the muscles in his neck roll under his skin and fur as he swallowed the alcohol with teeth clenched, and a shiver ran down her spine.
Oh, he was far from fine, alright...
She slowly raised her hand and after watching him for a little while longer, she lowered her eyes and glanced at the digital watch around her wrists.
Four minutes left before they had to be at the DJ booth…
Slowly, she raised her eyes again, and while she watched the young mouse chug another drink, she thought of all the things they could do in just four minutes.
Apparently, that was a lot…

"Come on, let's go, pretty lady. Before my bros find out we're not exactly doing what we're supposed to be doing."

His voice was still a few octaves lower than usual, telling her once more he was far from discharged by playing this round, and although she did discharge only seconds ago, something stirred inside of her again only by seeing him like this.
Four minutes, Charlene.
Four minutes.
"Yeah, let's go", she heard herself saying, and with that, they left the dark hallway.

Now leading the way instead of Charley, Vinnie tried to walk normally but even he couldn't stop himself from slightly limping due to his still very tight pants.
Goddammit, if only he hadn't been so keen on winning another round.
He might have been able to satisfy his own needs as well, then again, in what way could he possibly have done that in a dark hallway centered in a very crowded nightclub?
They would have been caught and the consequences most dire.
Besides…
Ladies first, right?
Right.
So chivalrous.

While working himself through the crowd with Charley behind him, he took another good look around him.
At least Hot O'Clock had stopped, and everyone was back to acting normal again, or well, as far as normal goes in a club filled with drunk people.
If only he could say the same…
If only he could just shake it off like everyone else here seemed to have done.
It would make things a whole lot easier.
As he searched for goons or any other sign of Limburger, he saw they were approaching the men's room, and his pants tightened even more which shouldn't even be possible and yet here he was - about to go boom.
His eyes darted down to his watch, seeing they had three minutes left to reach the DJ booth before he looked back at the men's room almost longingly.
Three minutes would be enough, right?
After all, he was so close that only pulling it out of his pants would be enough.
Three minutes, Vincent.
Three minutes.

However, just when he was about to turn around and tell Charley he needed a moment, he got suddenly pushed through the door by someone.
What the…
A gasp in surprise managed to slip past his lips, and when he looked down, he saw it was none other than Charley herself who now forced him into one of the bathroom stalls having a look on her face that came closest to determined.
By the time she closed the door behind her with a loud bang, his heart was already thundering through his chest once more, and he almost asked her what she was doing, even though his body already knew the answer.
She didn't give him the chance, though.
She seemed to know as well that they were having a bit of a timetable, and while biting her lower lip, she pulled his helmet off before pushing him roughly up against the wall.
With her gaze lowered, she reached out to him and unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning his pants, thereby giving some much-needed room to his very hard cock.
Releasing a shuddering breath in both relief and anticipation, Vinnie rested his head against the wall whilst Charley pulled down his pants and boxers in one smooth movement, and he could only admire her boldness.
Despite the fact that he loved being in control, playing with a girl like he owned her, he very much liked it the other way around as well.
When someone took over control, which was exactly what Charley was doing now.
Atta girl…

With his red eyes fixed on her, he followed her every move, somewhat eager to find out what she was going to do next.
Much to his surprise, she glanced up at him from under her lashes before she slowly crouched down, and his eyes slightly widened when he realized what she was about to do.
No way…
Way.
After taking him in her hand, she leaned closer and soon thereafter, her full lips enclosed the tip of his penis.
It had about the same effect on him as being tasered -yes, he had been tasered once, not a pretty story, and certainly not for now-, and while sucking in a sharp breath, Vinnie grabbed her by the hair.
He didn't actually want to as he didn't want to hurt her, but it just happened.
Like some sort of reflex.

But again, his rough treatment didn't seem to bother her.
In fact, it only encouraged her, and before he knew it, she took him in her mouth entirely.
It was a feeling like he had never felt before, and without even realizing it, his hands clenched into fists with her hair weaved between his fingers.
"Fuck", he panted almost noiselessly, hardly able to breathe as every muscle in his body was in some sort of cramped state, but not in a painful way.
More like in a very blissful way.
Caught in his pleasure as he was, he didn't notice Charley raising her free hand.
He did, however, notice her taking his balls between her fingers and massage them with just the right amount of pressure.
His eyes grew big, and his tail flicked through the air as he pulled her hair to stop her.
To stop her, you say?
Yes, to stop her.
Crazy as it might seem, he didn't want to come.
Not in her mouth, that is.
He had never done that before and it somehow felt wrong.

But she didn't stop.
She only took him deeper into her mouth, something he didn't even know was possible, and he let out a low grunt.
"Charley, please…"
But it was too late.
His body convulsed with a severity he didn't know existed, and he quickly let go of her hair before he ripped it out of her head with root and all.
Instead, he now clawed the graffitied wall as he fought not to collapse, but it was hard.
He quickly replaced his feet, making him able to lean heavier against the dirty surface, but he thereby forced himself even deeper into Charley's throat, and by the gods, there were just no words to describe what it did to him.

Black spots started to dance before his eyes, and he quickly closed them as every muscle in his body kept cramping under his fur and skin.
Another groan left his mouth and he softly banged his head against the wall to deal with this super intense feeling, but right before he thought he was going to pass out, the feeling gradually decreased.
At least enough for him to open his eyes, just in time to see Charley pull back and swallow.
His cheeks flushed, and his lips twitched.
So she did swallow…
Holy-fuck-a-moly.
Whatta night.
Whatta woman.
Whatta... mouth.

"They don't do this on Mars, do they?", she asked as she got back upright, and Vinnie, still leaning against the wall with his full weight, shook his head almost lazily.
"Nope. A missed opportunity as far as I'm concerned."
Charley grinned, feeling very pleased with herself by seeing him like this.
So… satisfied.
She did that.
And she alone.
Her smile grew even bigger, or maybe just more arrogant, and she poked him in the chest.
"You said please. So I guess this makes us even."
The left corner of his mouth curled up, and he cast her an amused yet still challenging look.
"For now."

Oh, if only he knew how full of promises that sounded…
Well, judging his twinkling eyes, he did know, and the tension already started to rise again here in this little bathroom stall.
As if on cue, both their watches started to beep, and heaving a sigh, Vinnie quickly pulled his pants back up and put his helmet back on.
"Duty calls, babe. Let's go."
And after ruffling her hair somewhat lovingly, Vinnie left the stall, ignoring the shocked looks from those present as he dragged Charley with him back to the dancefloor.
His legs were still wobbly, and he couldn't stop smiling.
Man.
Whatta night…
…indeed.