Stripping Rivalry

The neon sign outside the strip club flickered in the night, casting an eerie glow on the wet pavement. Inside, the stage was dimly lit, and two figures moved sensuously in the shadows. They were rivals, these two strippers who had been competing for the attention of their patrons for months.

Tonight, they had been hired for a private show for their regular customers, a lesbian couple who loved to watch them perform. The strippers knew that they had to outdo each other tonight, to prove once and for all who was the better performer.

First up was Quinn, a leggy brunette with a body that just wouldn't quit. She moved to the center of the stage, her hips swaying to the beat of the music. As she danced, she could feel the heat of the couple's gaze on her. Across the stage, Domino watched with narrowed eyes. She was a self-confident blonde with curves in all the right places, and she knew that she could outshine Quinn any day of the week. She waited until Quinn had finished her routine before making her move, sauntering onto the stage with a hawkish smile on her face. The couple watched, entranced, as Domino danced. She was mesmerizing, and they couldn't take their eyes off of her. Quinn watched from the wings, her jaw clenched in frustration. She couldn't let Domino win this time.

And so, the two women began to compete, each trying to outdo the other with their seductive moves. They danced closer and closer, their bodies mere inches apart. The tension between them was palpable, and the couple could feel themselves getting wet just watching them provoking one another by dancing skin on skin and ripping their scanty schoolgirl costumes off until they were completely naked.

But the competition soon turned into something…more. Quinn and Domino found themselves getting caught up in the moment, their bodies moving in time with one another. They touched each other, their hands exploring each other's curves and contours. Before they knew it, they were kissing, their lips locked in a passionate embrace. The couple watched in amazement as the two rivals broke apart, their chests heaving with exertion. Domino and Quinn looked at each other, their eyes filled with anger and lust. They knew what they had to do next. Their bodies pressed together. Their breasts mashed against one another.

Domino pushed Quinn down onto the floor. She straddled Quinn, her pussy hovering just above Quinn's. Domino lowered herself, their wet pussies meeting to tribfuck, their hips moving in time with one another. In what seemed like an endless moment for all four women, the two strippers let their slippery pussies and swollen clits slide gently over each other or collide violently again and again. The moans made all the women's desire almost boil over. Orgasms came constantly in duet with the climaxes of their spectators, but the duel of tribadic arts continued undeterred. Surrender was not an option.

But eventually the exhaustion became too great and their cunts couldn't continue fighting. At some point the orgasms stopped being counted and a clear championesse couldn't be declared. Spent, with their panties down, satisfied and breathing heavily, the couple sat on the audience couch and, in their excitement, had emptied all their wallets onto the stage. When Quinn and Domino realized this, their enmity was forgotten. Their spontaneous sex war had, after all, earned them a small fortune. They collected the bills and were extremely pleased. It had been a profitable and fun night.