The Miami Metro screeched through the city's underbelly, its fluorescent lights flickering like a dying pulse, the late-night car nearly empty save for a drunk couple and a hooded figure in the corner. Zara, Kael, and Tina boarded at Brickell, their bodies still humming from the penthouse orgy, their minds locked on Miguel's threat. The air was stale, smelling of metal and desperation, but Zara saw opportunity in the chaos. If they were going to face Miguel, they'd do it on their terms, and what better place to stoke their fire than a public stage?
Zara leaned against a pole, her black leather skirt riding up, flashing her lace thong, her bralette barely containing her tits, her nipples hard under the fabric. Her snake tattoo glowed under the lights, her blonde hair loose, her green eyes daring. Kael stood close, his tee stretched tight, his cock a thick outline in his jeans, his green eyes scanning the car, ready for trouble. Tina sat across, her crop top cropped to nothing, her shorts unbuttoned, her red thong peeking out, her black hair a mess, a smirk on her lips.
"Public's fun," Zara purred, her hand sliding up Kael's thigh, palming his cock, feeling it harden. "Let's give 'em a show." She nodded at the hooded figure, whose eyes were glued to them, a phone half-hidden in their hand. Tina laughed, spreading her legs, her fingers brushing her pussy through her thong, her clit swelling. "Fuck yeah," she said, her voice husky. "Let's make 'em jealous."
Kael grabbed Zara's ass, his fingers slipping under her skirt, grazing her pussy, finding it soaked. "You're fucking insane," he growled, his cock throbbing, pre-cum dampening his jeans. He kissed her hard, their tongues clashing, his hand ripping her bralette, freeing her tits, her nipples begging for his mouth. The drunk couple gasped, the woman giggling, the man staring, but Zara didn't care. She thrived on eyes.
Tina joined, kneeling between Zara's legs, yanking her thong down, exposing her pussy, pink and dripping, her clit a hard pearl. Tina's tongue dove in, sucking Zara's clit, her fingers sliding into her pussy, curling to hit her G-spot. Zara moaned, her tits bouncing, her hands gripping Kael's hair as he sucked her nipples, biting just enough to make her scream. The hooded figure's phone was out, recording, but Zara grinned, flipping them off, her pussy squirting onto Tina's face.
Kael unzipped, his cock springing free, thick and veined, the head slick. Zara grabbed it, stroking hard, her thumb smearing pre-cum, guiding it to Tina's mouth. Tina sucked him deep, gagging, her spit dripping, her eyes locked on Zara's. Zara straddled Tina's face again, grinding her pussy, her asshole clenching as Tina's tongue worked both. Kael fucked Tina's mouth, his balls tightening, his groans shaking the car.
The train lurched, throwing Zara onto a seat, her legs spread, her pussy exposed. Kael lifted Tina, bending her over the seat, ripping her shorts off, her pussy dripping, her asshole tight. He thrust into her pussy, hard, his cock stretching her, her moans echoing. Zara crawled beneath, licking Tina's clit, sucking Kael's balls, her tongue darting to Tina's asshole, making her squirt, soaking Zara's face.
"Cum in her," Zara demanded, her fingers rubbing her own pussy, her clit throbbing. Kael roared, his cock erupting, hot cum flooding Tina's pussy, spilling out, dripping onto Zara's lips. She licked it up, kissing Tina, their tongues sharing Kael's cum, their pussies pulsing. The hooded figure bolted as the train stopped, their phone clutched tight, but Zara laughed, her body still shaking. "Let 'em run," she said, kissing Kael, tasting the chaos.
They disembarked, the club in sight, but Zara's phone buzzed—a video from the train, uploaded to X, tagged with #SinfulSparks. Miguel's text followed: You're making this too easy. Office. Now. Zara's blood boiled, her pussy still wet, her mind sharp. "He's fucked," she said, leading Kael and Tina into the night, ready to crush another enemy.