The sun had just started to dip behind the skyline when Bharath walked into Sarah’s room, towel still damp around his neck from the shower. The air smelled faintly of vanil body lotion, dry shampoo, and something faintly spicy - like cinnamon.

  The room was lit only by the soft orange glow of the Halloween string lights that Marisol had insisted on pinning above the mirror. Shadows danced along the walls like flickering spirits.

  And then he saw them.

  Marisol stood by the window, adjusting a tight red bustier that lifted her already spectacur breasts into an impossible curve. A devil’s tail curled zily from the small of her back. Her bck mini skirt barely covered anything, and the thigh-high fishnets led straight into knee-high boots that made her legs look six feet long.

  Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, wearing something that was absolutely not regution nun attire - a sheer, bck version of the habit paired with a short cy bodysuit that framed her cleavage and ass like a cathedral altar. The cross neckce hanging down between her luscious breasts glinted faintly with each breath she took.

  Both of them turned when he entered.

  “Finally,” Marisol said, smirking. “We were starting to think you got cold feet.”

  Bharath blinked. “I… I thought we were getting ready at seven?”

  Sarah stood, the costume clinging to her like ink. “This is part of getting ready.”

  Marisol walked toward him with that slow, rolling gait she only used when she wanted to make him squirm. She stopped just inches from him and slipped her hands up under his shirt. “You’re the one who likes costumes,” she whispered, “so we thought we’d model them properly first.”

  Before he could speak, Sarah stepped behind him, her hands sliding down his chest. “We also thought we should make sure you understand how to… access us... while we’re wearing them.”

  Bharath’s breath hitched.

  Marisol pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. Then she cupped her breasts through the corset, pushing them together. “This ces up the front. Pull here.” She guided his hand to the ribbon just above her cleavage. “Not too hard - unless you’re desperate.”

  Sarah’s voice purred against his ear. “This unhooks from the side. Just two fingers under the edge. You’ll feel the csp.”

  Bharath swallowed.

  Marisol kissed the corner of his mouth. “You’ll get your chance in the club, you know. Make it count.”

  “Wait,” Bharath rasped. “We’re really-?”

  “Oh yes,” Sarah said. “You didn’t think we dressed like this for strangers, did you?”

  Marisol licked her lips. “You’re the only one who touches us now, Bharath. These tits, this heat - it’s all yours.”

  Sarah moved in front of him now, slowly lowering herself onto her knees. Her eyes never left his. “You’re going to be our heater tonight.”

  “Heater?” he breathed.

  Marisol leaned in close, whispering against his ear. “Our warmth. Our tension. Our reminder of who owns this body.”

  Sarah ran her nails lightly along his waistband. “We’ll tease all night. Dance on other men’s jealousy. But when we want to feel, we come to you.”

  Bharath's knees buckled as he let out a trembling exhale. “You’re going to get me arrested.”

  “No,” Marisol said. “We’re going to get you off. Over and over again. And you’re going to make us scream in some dark corner while everyone else is too drunk to notice.”

  Sarah bit his earlobe. “We want you to take us. Both of us. Wherever you can.”

  Bharath could barely think. “How am I supposed to survive the night?”

  Marisol pressed a kiss to his chest. “You’re not.”

  Sarah looked up at him with a wicked smile. “You’re going to lose your mind. And that’s exactly how we want it.”

  He let out a breathless ugh, his hands trembling now. “I’m supposed to act normal after this?”

  Marisol ran her hands down his chest to his waistband. “You’re supposed to make it through the night without coming until we say so.”

  Sarah stood and leaned into him again, soft and dangerous. “And when you do, you better make it messy.”

  Marisol kissed him - slow and possessive.

  Then Sarah kissed the other side of his mouth.

  And then they both stepped back.

  “Go finish getting dressed,” Marisol said, smoothing her skirt. “We’ll see you downstairs in ten.”

  Sarah winked. “Try not to come in your pants before we get to the club.”

  Bharath stood there in stunned silence as they walked out the door, hips swaying in sync, devils and saints made flesh.

  And all his.

  He whispered to himself, “Aiyo swamy! I’m not going to survive tonight.”

  And he didn’t want to.

  He couldn’t get up for ten minutes until his blood managed to recircute to his big head again.

  Tyrel’s truck rumbled to a stop across the street from the club, the bass already audible from half a block away - a thudding, hypnotic pulse that made the pavement hum under their feet.

  Marisol adjusted her fishnets in the passenger seat, gncing in the side mirror. “If we showed up walking, we’d start a riot.”

  Sarah smirked in the back, pulling her sheer veil forward just enough to be suggestive, not innocent. “Or end up on the front page of the campus bulletin under Scandalous Trio Sparks Halloween Panic.”

  Cami was fussing with her eyeliner in the visor mirror. “We’d cause accidents, not survive one. It was either Tyrel’s truck or we get arrested.”

  LaTasha - in a cropped yellow Braves jersey, gold hoops, and high-waisted jean shorts that could’ve been painted on - popped her gum. “Y’all better have real AC in this pce. Or I’m about to sweat this contour straight off.”

  Beside her, Nandita adjusted her cardigan over her bck halter top and jeans - casual, but striking. Her gsses and delicate silver bangles contrasted with the confident way she walked. She caught Sarah’s eye and grinned nervously.

  “Ravi’s really not going to expect this, huh?”

  Cami ughed. “That’s the point, sweetheart.”

  Meanwhile,the boys’ taxi crept into a side lot near the back entrance. The boys stepped out into the warm Atnta night, already buzzing from music, street noise, and the leftover adrenaline of anticipation.

  “I feel like I’m walking into Bde or The Matrix,” Tyrel muttered, tugging at his bck leather vest.

  “You look like you lost a bet,” Jorge said, deadpan.

  “Watch. LaTasha’s gonna love it.”

  “She’s going to arrest you,” Ravi added, adjusting his sleeves.

  Then they turned the corner.

  And saw them.

  A beat of stunned silence hit the boys like a wave.

  Tyrel stopped dead. “That’s her?”

  LaTasha stood with one hand on her hip, ughing at something Cami had said, her hoops catching the streetlight like halos of fire.

  Ravi was speechless. Nandita saw him and smiled - small, self-contained, but unmistakably pleased. She gave him a tiny wave.

  Tyrel muttered, “Okay. I take back everything. I’m not ready.”

  “You’ll figure it out,” Bharath said, cpping his shoulder. “Just don’t talk about sneakers until you dance once.”

  “Same goes for Star Trek,” Jorge added to Ravi. “One word about warp speed, and she’s gone.”

  Bharath’s eyes, though, were already scanning the crowd for Marisol and Sarah. He didn’t have to wait long.

  They came striding toward him in sync - sin and sanctuary - the crowd parting without even realizing it.

  Sarah’s sheer veil fluttered behind her like smoke, and Marisol’s red heels tapped against the concrete like war drums. Their eyes locked on him, heat radiating before they even reached him.

  “We’re going in first,” Marisol purred, brushing her fingers under his chin. “You park the car, Mr. Designated Driver.”

  Sarah leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. “And then come find us.”

  They disappeared into the crowd like fire walking into a storm.