Part V: Ticking

Soraya watched as the two women emerged from the bathroom, one after the other. She noted how Priya was quite dishevelled and seemed to be glowing, and gave Mel a congratulatory nod before returning her attention to Felicia and Elisabeth.

Elisabeth was cheerfully fulfilling the curvy red-head's desire to be played with. Felicia seemed tireless, and when Elisabeth lay back to take a break, Felicia kept going, grinding against the denim of Elisabeth's tight jeans.

'How long have I got left, Lissy? Tell me!' Felicia insisted.

'Ha, shush, you! I'm not telling you!' Elisabeth laughed, but the laugh turned to a shriek as Felicia sucked one of her toes. She jerked her foot away, and Felicia pouted. She looked around desperately at Mel and Priya, and noted Priya's dreamy expression.

'No fair! I want to get fucked by the hot British woman!'

Mel laughed, teasingly, and went behind the bar. Felicia scowled.

It was at this point, Soraya stood up. Silence fell as her sheer presence filled the room. Felicia looked up at her.

'Lie down.'

Felicia went from sitting to splayed out subservience immediately at the command. She couldn't help it, as if the sight of the dark, smouldering, suddenly looming woman had drained all the resistance out of her. Mel, Elisabeth and Priya watched, fascinated, as Soraya strode across the room to the prone Felicia.

'You've been a very naughty girl, Felicia. So selfish. So lustful. You want to be fucked? You want to orgasm?'

Silence.

'Well?'

'Y…yes…'

'Yes what?' Soraya leaned in close. Felicia gasped, her breath getting shallow. Excitement.

'Yes… Mistress?'

'Mistress who?'

'Mistress Soraya!'

Soraya grabbed the nearest sex toy, a glassy vibrator. In her right hand she twisted the base, turning it on, flipped it around, and held it to Felicia's inner thigh. Felicia moaned but still dared not to move. Soraya held Felicia's neck with her left hand, pushing her down. The explosive vest gleamed in the light.

'You're going to cum, Felicia. What can you do about that?'

'N-nothing, Mistress Soraya!'

'You're going to explode, Felicia. Blow up into a thousand pieces. What can you do about that?'

She squirmed. 'Nothing, Mistress Soraya!'

Soraya leaned in, her gaze piercing Felicia's, her hand moving to the back of Felicia's neck, sliding up and grabbing her hair.

'Correct.'

She plunged the vibrator into Felicia's pussy. Felicia cried out, grabbing Soraya's shoulders for purchase as Soraya started fucking her, quickly and mercilessly. Her legs stretched out along the sofa, toes clenching at the air.

'Tell everyone how it feels,' Soraya commanded.

Felicia looked up at her, mouth agape. Soraya pulled her hair back violently. 'Tell them how it feels.'

'Oh… fuck… it… good!' The most coherent reply the stricken woman could muster.

'Good girl. Cum for me.'

Felicia whimpered, biting her lip, then bucked wildly as her orgasm picked her up and ravaged her. Soraya held her tightly as she writhed against her hand and the sex toy. It took a minute for her to stop twitching and uncurl, looking into the eyes of this raven haired, olive skinned goddess of sex.

The power of speech slowly returning to her, Felicia stuttered, 'that was incredible, Soraya!'

Soraya leaned in, her full, dark lips coming close to Felicia's. Felicia tried to raise her head to kiss the other woman, but found Soraya was still holding her hair.

'Did I say you could fucking talk?'

Confusion, and then exhilaration as Soraya penetrated her with the vibrator again. The fucking pace started up again as it was, relentless, not giving the poor Felicia a chance to control the sensations that held her and dominated her.

And it felt so… fucking… good…

Mel was leaning on the bar, transfixed at the scene, as was Priya, her skirt again bunched up against her crotch, humping her hand. Elisabeth was watching Soraya, fascinated by her. She tentatively walked over to her, kneeling down. She gently pulled Soraya's face towards her and kissed her, lightly and almost carefully.

The sight overwhelmed Felicia, the dissolution of a woman who was at once holding her hair and violently forcing her to orgasm, at the same time, tenderly kissing another woman like an experimenting teenager. She tried to grab at the couch put couldn't hold on, then felt fingers entwining with hers. Elisabeth had stopped kissing Soraya and now held her hand gently. She leaned forward and gave Felicia the same treatment, chaste, careful kissing with her tongue only occasionally brushing across Felicia's lips. Soraya, on the other hand, only got rougher, using her grip on Felicia's hair to stop her ravishing Elisabeth's mouth with her tongue, while still fucking her with the vibrator, pulsing it in and out as her thumb rubbed Felicia's clit.

Light kissing, hard fucking, gentle lips, rough hands – Felicia shook as she came again, Elisabeth gently pressing her tongue into Felicia's mouth and muffing her cries. The European brunette pulled back and smiled. 'I'm not telling you when, but it's soon, Felicia. You are going to blow up very soon,' she whispered. Felicia's eyes rolled back and she shuddered.

Soraya came back into view. 'If you ask nicely, Felicia, maybe Mistress Elisabeth will make you cum again.'

'She… ff… I…' Felicia was lost for words. Elisabeth smiled. 'Maybe Mistress Elisabeth won't give you a choice, yeah?' Soraya moved back, and Elisabeth gave Felicia a peck on the lips, then the collarbone, down her breasts, lightly biting her nipple, her bushy brown hair making Felicia's skin tingle. She ran her tongue down the silvery metal of the bomb vest, before repositioning herself between Felicia's legs. Her tongue was gentle, massaging Felicia's clit, her finger sliding between her lips carefully, making fluid curling motions.

Soraya grabbed her hair again, firmly, and, using her thumb, drew a line down Felicia's chest to her explosive vest. She lifted Felicia's head, so she could she both Soraya pressing the top of the vest, and Elisabeth's beautiful brown eyes look up at her, her cute nose flaring as she licked Felicia's pussy.

'Unsure said they'd go off if we tampered with them. I could set it off right now, blow up the three of us.' Soraya slid her thumb under the metal of the vest. Elisabeth smiled, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Felicia whimpered, her ankles locking behind Elisabeth's shoulders, eyes pleading with Soraya.

'And why not? Do it now, before Mistress Elisabeth has a chance to make you orgasm, and I die knowing I was the last person to make you cum. And that it was good.' Soraya smiled evilly.

Felicia wanted to beg but didn't know what for. Blow me up, blow us up, fuck me more, make me cum, punish me, rule me, make me explode, tell me when I'm gonna…

Elisabeth giggled, planting a sucking kiss on Felicia's clit. 'But I want to make her explode before she explodes in my face, you know?'

Soraya arched an eyebrow. 'You heard Mistress Elisabeth. You will cum for her. Then maybe you'll get to detonate.' She leaned in and kissed Felicia. Unlike the near-chastity of Elisabeth's kiss, Soraya kissed like she fucked; forceful, dominating. Her tongue invaded Felicia's mouth, pushing her own aside and felt as though it would fill her throat and choke her. Soraya's tongue twisted and pumped, and the two women's faces got messy with saliva. Elisabeth kept her gentle, fluid pace of licking and fingering, favouring using the tip of her tongue in mischievous flicks the grew more regular.

Their audience, Mel and Priya, were both rubbing themselves through their clothes, Priya in a daze, Mel grinning as she touched the explosive vest she kept a secret from the others and watched the three women on the couch and the one masturbating on a bar stool that, like her, could explode at any second. She slapped a hand on the bar to support herself as the thought made her cum, weak at the knees.

Felicia went from moaning into Soraya's mouth to screaming as she was fucked by tongues at both ends, tender and rough. She almost pulled the three of them to the floor as her curvaceous form stretched and twisted orgasmically. Elisabeth sat up and made a show of daintily wiping Felicia's cum from the sides of her mouth before standing and stretching outwards with a satisfied sigh, and bouncing over to the bar. She whispered something to Mel, who whispered to Priya, who blushed. The three watched Felicia intently.

Felicia was in a daze as Soraya pulled back, a sticky trail of saliva bridging their tongues. She glanced at the clock, then leaned her head down next to Felicia.

'You've got ten seconds left, Felicia.' She stood and marched back to the bar, leaving the stricken woman.

Felicia came to her senses what Soraya said sank in. She was too exhausted, too spent, too fucked to do anything. There was nothing she could do anyway; just like orgasms, it was out of her control.

The four remaining women watched, transfixed, as Felicia stretched out on the couch, wiggling her fingers and toes, accepting her fate, and gave a last satisfied sigh.

BOOM! The vest exploded in a small fireball, killing Felicia, its willing victim. Elisabeth clapped and hugged Soraya, then hugged Priya, who was clearly in an afterglow trance. Mel straightened herself up, setting up drinks for the remaining party guests.

Part VI: Unstable.

The four remaining women; Soraya, Elisabeth, Priya and Mel took their drinks over to the stage area. The stage itself had a couple of small stage lights and possibly the classiest stripper pole in existence; well-polished brass on a cool, hardwood floor. More importantly, six plush leather seats surrounded the stage; after Kai and Rebecca exploding had destroyed two bar stools, and Felicia's destruction had similarly demolished a sofa, adequate seating was running short.

Priya curled up on her chair, head on the arm rest, watching Mel who sat next to her. Mel noticed it didn't take long before Priya was gently rubbing herself – it was like a floodgate had been opened and now she couldn't get enough sensation. Soraya carefully sat down next to Mel, smoothing out her skirt, and Elisabeth sat next to her, though it wasn't long before the energetic Norwegian was up and about, inspecting the pole on the stage.

'So, who was your favourite explosion so far?' she asked the others.

Soraya thought about it. 'Either Felicia or June. Kai and Rebecca were so sudden, I scarcely had time to register what was happening.'

'I know, right? But that's a bit kind of awesome, yeah? Out of nowhere, kaboom!' Elisabeth downed her cocktail in one fluid motion. 'Plus, a two at once is hotter!'

'Felicia's demise was intense. A job well done by you both,' Mel gestured to Soraya and Elisabeth with her glass. 'And Rebecca and Kai, well, I overheard them chatting, and I think their infatuation was mutual. The element of romance was, indeed, quite lovely. But June… she got her kicks out of having an audience. I can certainly relate to that.'

'Is that so, Melanie?' Soraya smiled. 'Because you seem to be mainly working in the background. Are you perhaps hiding something?'

Mel raised an eyebrow, and glanced at Priya, who squeaked and blushed, hands suddenly on the armrests. 'I didn't say anything!'

Elisabeth looked at the others, confused. 'What is going on?'

Mel sat in silence for a moment, before standing and drawing a remote control from her apron. As she took the stairs up on the stage, she pushed buttons, dimming the lights, bringing up the stage lights, and turning on music. Soft, raunchy jazz played over hidden speakers. Striptease music.

'If madam would care to take a seat,' Mel gently ushered Elisabeth off the stage and back to her chair, before returning to the pole in the centre.

'Ladies, would you please welcome to the stage…' she undid her ponytail and flicked out her hair, 'amorous and volatile, Miss Melanie Missile!' In one quick motion, the apron came off. Her practical clothing - plain shirt, black jeans, flat-rubber soled shoes – were far from typical exotic dancer clothing, but when she grabbed the pole, flipped upwards and slid back down, it became apparent that she'd done this before.

She sat on the edge of the stage, kicking off her shoes and inviting Elisabeth to peel off her socks. Elisabeth tried to plant a kiss on the top of her bare foot, but Mel gently pulled away, shaking her finger. 'I must remind the audience not to touch the women; they're extremely unstable and could go off at the slightest touch…'

Elisabeth's pout turned into a smile as Mel stood, gyrating around the pole. Mel put on a theatrically thoughtful face. 'Oh, my, I can't seem to get a good grip with my legs all pent up in denim. Should I lose the jeans?'

'Take them off!' Elisabeth cheered.

'Sorry?'

'Take them off, Mel!'

Mel arched an eyebrow, and popped the button on her fly. Facing away from the others, she slowly peeled the tight denim jeans down her long, pale legs, first revealing a black g-string, then a myriad of tattoos that curled up around her thighs and calves; fire, cards and red-skinned devil girls dancing on her skin. She kicked her jeans out of the way, hiked her leg up on the pole, and lazily span to face her audience.

She popped the top button on her shirt. 'Funny, isn't it? Elisabeth knows that Soraya has plenty of time left before she explodes.' Her posh British accent made it sound like a formal address. She popped another button, revealing her smooth clavicle. Elisabeth smiled at Soraya, her eyes twinkling.

'And Soraya knows how long before Elisabeth will detonate.' Soraya kept her eyes on Mel but held out a hand, which Elisabeth promptly held, entwining her fingers. Mel popped another button, her cleavage pushing it apart, her tight white shirt almost bursting.

'And I know how long both of you have left, though I would never tell. And you both play a dangerous game; dear, sweet Priya could explode at any second, and we'd not have any warning! Standing near her is positively suicidal.' Again, Priya had started touching herself, but though she hesitated at the sudden attention, she didn't stop.

Mel's fingers danced over the next button. 'Just like being next to me…' She ripped shirt open, revealing her breasts in a black bra, and the bomb vest beneath them.

'Woo!' Elisabeth cheered and clapped, looking to the others to see if they'd known. Soraya smiled at her, taking her hand again. 'I think you were the only one still in the dark.'

'I don't care, I like surprises.' They looked at Priya, who had started giving out small gasps, the back at Mel, who had come to the front of the stage. She sat, and leaned forward to Elisabeth, putting her lips to the up to the brunette's ear.

'Care for a filthy, potentially fatal lap dance?' she breathed. Elisabeth nodded. Soraya leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the timer on Mel's back, but Mel twisted to the other side, sitting gently on Elisabeth's lap. She stretched her legs out, running a toe up Soraya's calf, before swinging her legs around, straddling Elisabeth's thigh. She pushed her chest out and reached behind, unclipping her bra and catching it in one hand. Elisabeth raised a hand, then remembered herself and gripped the chair arm and Soraya's hand intently. Mel flashed her a smile, and took Elisabeth's free hand. She led it first up the surface of the explosive vest, then beneath her unclipped bra. Elisabeth's fingers were cool on her breast, her nipple went hard at the sensation. Elisabeth bit her lip.

'Courting danger, aren't you, Elisabeth? Getting a dance from a woman who could detonate and kill you… any minute… any second…' She'd started grinding against Elisabeth's leg, and let her bra fall to the side so she could grip the chair and lift her feet off the floor.

'That's what's exciting about it. Really turns me on!' Elisabeth squeezed Mel's breast as Soraya squeezed her hand; the olive-skinned Iranian seemed to be losing her strict control, and, like Priya, was gently touching herself through her clothes, ruining the line of her skirt.

'Give me a moment, please, darling.' Mel stood and took her g-string off, then commenced grinding against Elisabeth's leg.

'Should I… losing the jeans, yeah?' Elisabeth asked. Mel, her eyes squeezed shut, shook her head.

'I like the… fuck… of denim… on me…' Her thrusting quickened, she grabbed Elisabeth's hand from her breast and guided it to the button of her own jeans.

'If you're going to… touch yourself, darling, I suh… suggest you do it soon. I feel… like I may…' Her sentence trailed off as she leaned forward. Elisabeth slid her hand into her jeans and started rubbing up and down her labia; her pussy had been slick and throbbing since she toyed with Felicia and it felt so good to touch. Mel cried out, keeling forwards, evoking moans from Priya and Soraya. Her body quivered and she clenched against Elisabeth, humping her leg and nuzzling her neck.

She held still, as the orgasm faded back away, then straightened up, looking around dramatically. 'Still here? Odd, I could have sworn I just blew up. Thanks, darling,' she gave Elisabeth a quick peck on the cheek and stood as though nothing had happened, leaving the taller woman in her chair, pouting, but still masturbating. She turned, giving Elisabeth full view of her ticking timer.

'What do you think? Do I have time to give Soraya a dance? Or am I going to explode halfway through?' She put her hands on her hips, striking a pose. Elisabeth leaned forward to read the timer in the dark.

'Oh, okay! Um…' Her hand down her jeans quickened in pace as she looked at Soraya, then back at Mel. 'I think yes, but… oh… making it very close!'

Mel leaned over Soraya, who quickly put on her look of unfazed resolve. She sat down on Soraya's lap, putting her arm around her neck and a running a finger down her chest. 'What do you think, darling? Would that naughty little girl send me off to explode in your lap, just to get a thrill?'

Soraya looked at Elisabeth, who had slid her jeans past her hips for easier access. 'I think, judging by the blast radius of the last four women, that she'd get blown up as well.'

'I see! And do you think that would make a difference to her?'

Elisabeth's mouth was agape, her fingers deep inside herself and she clenched Soraya's hand. Soraya cocked her head to one side. 'I doubt it.'

Mel quickly leaned in, planting a full, passionate kiss on Soraya's exposed neck, causing her to shiver with delight. 'That would leave Priya' – kiss – 'all on her own' – kiss – 'ghastly thought.'

Mel rolled her ass on Soraya's lap, stretching out her legs. She gyrated around, keeping her back pressed against Soraya so she couldn't see the timer.

'Actually,' Soraya said, resisting the urge to grab the pale woman and fuck her, 'I believe the bombs are designed so no one person is left. Priya would explode with the rest of us.'

Mel grabbed Soraya's hand and guided it to her pussy. Their fingers entwined as they each slid their middle finger inside her, Mel's hand on top. Two middle fingers, working as one, pressing up along Mel's g-spot. Her legs stretched wide out as she arched back along Soraya's body.

'Did you hear that Priya? If I explode, right now, you will too. Chain reaction.' Mel smiled ecstatically at the muffled 'oh my god' coming from the chair further away, thrusting her hips into her and Soraya's hand.

Elisabeth had changed position, bent over the arm of the chair towards Mel and Soraya, reaching behind to fuck herself as she sucked on Soraya's fingers. Her toes curled as she came, pushing back hard on her fingers.

Priya's lust had overcome her shyness and she had pulled her dress up to her hips. Legs akimbo, squeezing her breasts with her free hand, she masturbated furiously, her mind’s eye picturing the timer on the back of Mel's bomb vest ticking down to nothing as she fucked Soraya's hand.

'Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck…' Mel started chanting as she thrust Soraya's fingers in and out of her. Soraya kissed her neck. 'Explode for us, Melanie,' she breathed before plunging her tongue into the bartender's ear.

Mel screamed as she squirted, cum drenching their hands. She gripped Soraya tightly in her hand, holding very still as her flat stomach clenched and unclenched. Staring up at the ceiling, she slowly drew their hands from her pussy, twitching at the sensation.

'Phew. Damn. I thought for sure that time. Thanks, anyway, darling.' She gave Soraya a quick peck on the cheek and stood up, stretching. This gave Soraya full view of Mel's timer.

Barely a minute left before the prim-and-improper British woman detonated.

Elisabeth, pulling her jeans back up, caught Soraya's eye, and winked. 'More pole dancing, Miss Melanie!'

Mel smiled at her, and got back up on the stage. Taking the pole in both hands, she pulled herself up and did the splits. Crossing her ankles, legs outstretched, she swung around and bent backwards, taking in her upside-down audience.

Priya was watching her, transfixed as she gyrated against the pole. Her petite body was convulsing, she looked to be in a daze, one long, drawn out orgasm. Elisabeth was on the edge of her seat, grinning widely.

And sat quietly, a smirk on her lips, one hand holding Elisabeth, the other raised with her fingers splayed. As Mel swung down to the floor, realising the meaning of those fingers, Soraya made a fist, one finger at a time, a silent countdown.

Five…

Four…

Three…
Two…

Mel winked at the audience. 'Ladies.'

BLAM! She was torn apart as her vest exploded, denting the pole, scorching the floor and leaving nothing left of the amorous and volatile Miss Melanie Missile. Elisabeth cheered and even Soraya clapped, as Priya arched back, kicking out, eyes rolling, rocked by the culmination of a torturous, drawn out orgasm.

Elisabeth and Soraya patiently watched as Priya came back down to Earth, still gently fucking herself. She brought her fingers to her lips, tasting her cum, before noticing the other two. Too exhausted to blush, she smiled instead.

'Oh, my god, that was -' BOOM! Her thought cut short as her bomb vest detonated. Her petite body exploded outward from her chair as Elisabeth and Soraya jumped, startled. There was a moment of shocked silence, broken by the smoking remain of the leather armchair falling backwards. Elisabeth and Soraya looked at each other, and Elisabeth laughed.

Then she jumped Soraya.

Part VII – Ignition

Soraya had deep, dark, handsome eyes. So stern, and serious, piercing when she wanted them to be. But now they were pleading, desperate, hungry, in a way she hadn’t felt since she was a teenager. Her gaze was transfixed, looking up at Elisabeth. Their clothes had been quickly discarded leaving only the explosive vests beneath their breasts, and the two women now lay on a sofa that had yet to be destroyed.

Elisabeth had expressed an urge to make love, to slow fuck, as she put it.

Her hand brushed Soraya’s cheek and she held her gaze, keeping her hips still. She smiled, teasing the once dominating older woman with a slow, languorous inch sliding in and out. A strap-on was one of many toys Felicia had brought, and no longer needed; Elisabeth was making good use of it.

Soraya bit her lower lip, suppressing a whimper. Elisabeth laughed at her efforts, then rolled her hips suddenly, thrusting the toy deep inside Soraya, and back to the tip. Soraya gasped, losing focus as her eyes closed. When she opened them, Elisabeth was looking down at her, holding the position. Soraya could feel the involuntary clench of her pussy trying to draw Elisabeth back in.

Elisabeth kissed her. ‘You are so beautiful. What do you do?’

‘What?’

Elisabeth swayed her hips, poised to thrust again. ‘What do you do for work?’

‘Um… I’m an analyst.’

Elisabeth made a sound of approval, and thrust deeply. Soraya squeezed Elisabeth tightly, trying not to scream. How is she doing this? This feels so…

‘You must be very smart! Business analyst? Corporate, yeah?’
‘Yes. Corporate. I was a department heaaaAAAH-‘ Cut off by another thrust.

Elisabeth leaned in, her hips rolling rhythmically, slowly. ‘I bet you made all the secretaries blush,’ she whispered, planting kisses from Soraya’s cheek to her lips. Soraya held Elisabeth’s neck, needing to satisfy her lips before Elisabeth did something to tease her like pulling away. Instead, Elisabeth kept kissing, tongue darting in deeper to match the gradually quickening pace of her thrusts.

Soraya felt Elisabeth’s fingers tracing up her arm. She went to clutch the other woman’s hand, but instead Elisabeth moved Soraya’s hand down. She placed Soraya’s fingers first on her own breast, down over her vest, then onto Soraya’s own mound.

‘You can touch yourself, please…’

Soraya smiled. She started to play with her clit, slow circles that she knew would be too much to control, too much to hold back. As she humped against her own hand it forced the toy deeper.

‘Any family, my dear?’ Elisabeth asked.

Soraya shook her head. ‘Only work. Oh, god, don’t stop.’

Elisabeth quickened the pace. Soraya stretched her legs straight up, pointing her toes, letting the young woman go deeper. Elisabeth smiled with excitement as Soraya held still, then crashed against her, wrapping her legs around Elisabeth’s back, burying her face in Elisabeth’s bushy brown hair, squeezing her tightly.

The moment, the orgasmic peak was broken by an alarmed beep from both their vests.

Confusion, then understanding. ‘Unsure said they would go off if played with. I guess you squeeze too tightly, yeah?’

Soraya blushed. She tried to change the subject, to not think about just yanking at Elisabeth’s vest and blowing them both up in one big energy release… ‘What about you, any family?’

‘Haha! I tell you what… you ride me, I tell you.’ Elisabeth slowly slid the toy out. She lay back, massaging the strap-on dildo like it was her own cock. Soraya straddled her, and with a quick kiss, slowly lowered herself onto the toy. Elisabeth held her hip with one hand, guiding her up and down. She played with herself under the harness.

‘I had a sister. Very beautiful. Tall, blonde. Strong woman, like you.’ Elisabeth kissed Soraya’s arm.

‘One day, I get a video movie sent to me. It’s Tania, lying on the sands. She waves at me, then shows me a stick of… a bomb. Dynamite, yeah?’

Soraya nodded, watching as Elisabeth reminisced. Her hand moved faster under the harness as she thought of her sister.

‘So, she kisses the bomb, and she licks it, and she sucks it. She is now touching herself under her swimsuit… fuck…’ Elisabeth gave a shudder, the vibrating movement made Soraya tingle.

‘She pulls off the swimsuit, and she fucks with the bomb. She looks so good, so happy. I am already playing with myself, wondering what will happen to Tania.

‘She cums, so hard. It looks so fun! And then I see she has a lighter. She winks at me and lights the fuse. At beginning she just holds it inside her, and watches it burn. Then she starts to fuck it again. She can’t look away from the fuse burning closer!

‘I am so wet and I have to fuck my pussy as I see her and her bomb and then the fire burns down and she… fuck!’ Elisabeth thrust upward into Soraya, arching her back as she came. Soraya watched in amazement as her skinny body was wracked with pleasure, raising her hips to give her freedom to move and thrust against her slender fingers, her other nails scratching down Soraya’s thigh and clenching at the sofa.

Elisabeth fell back down, panting.

‘So did she?’

Elisabeth nodded. Soraya gave her a minute, but couldn’t help starting to grind again.

‘And are you going to? Explode, that is?’

Elisabeth looked up and smiled. ‘Oh, fuck yeah.’

Soraya glanced at the clock, ticking away over the bar. ‘How long do you think we have? Should we check?’

‘I know how much is left.’ Elisabeth put her hands on Soraya’s waist, below the explosive vest.

Soraya raised an eyebrow. ‘How? I haven’t told you how much time you have. Could be less than me.’

Elisabeth slid her hands upward over the vest, clasping its edge beneath Soraya’s breasts. It gave another warning beep as Elisabeth pulled her down for a kiss.

‘When you cum, we explode. That is how much time.’

Soraya went weak at the thought. She looked into Elisabeth’s eyes to see if she was joking; her excited smile said otherwise. Soraya found herself sliding down onto the strap-on cock like her body was no longer in her control, like her desire was taking over.

‘Are you going to cum, Soraya? That will blow us both up if you do…’ Elisabeth’s teasing was merciless as Soraya’s pace quickened, fucking her harder. She couldn’t stop. Elisabeth laughed with pure joy as Soraya let out a whimper, squeezing her eyes shut.

She felt warmth building inside her. She could feel those teasing fingers clenching the explosive vest that was wrapped tightly around her body. She could hear the slick sounds of the plastic sliding into her wet pussy, and her own breathing, deep and fast. She knew if she opened her eyes and looked at that amazing woman she was riding and fucking and making love to that she couldn’t hold back… and she knew that when she came, they would both detonate.

She couldn’t stop herself. She opened her eyes, looking at Elisabeth’s perfect brown eyes and lips that formed a simple little phrase that would push her over the edge… ‘Explode for me, Soraya!’

She screamed, the feeling of pleasure ripping her apart as Elisabeth laughed and pulled down on the vest and kissed her and they ignored the alarmed beep of a bomb about to be set off as Soraya arched back and convulsed and Elisabeth pulled against her spasms to push the vest beyond its limit…

KABOOOM!

The explosion ripped them apart, killing the last two women of the party. A recording of their final moments of ecstasy and every second building up to it were to be sent to potential clients to show them the joys of an Unsure demise…