Chapter 10: Full Street-Level Exposure

The corner of 12th & Walnut was a chaotic symphony of downtown Kansas City after midnight—neon signs buzzing with a high-pitched whine that drilled into Mia’s teeth, casting flickering pink, electric blue, and acid green reflections across frost-slicked sidewalks. Bass from the bars thumped through open doors like a giant heartbeat, shaking the ground under her bare feet and syncing with the low buzz of the vibrator still pulsing inside her. Crowds spilled out in thick, laughing clusters—the sharp tang of leather jackets mixing with sweet perfume, spilled whiskey evaporating in sour waves, cigarette smoke curling thick and acrid from huddled smokers. The air was sharp with frost, exhaust, spilled beer, and the faint sweet rot of garbage bags piled near the curb—cold enough to sting lungs, sharp enough to make bare skin burn.

Mia stood under a streetlamp in the dead center of the sidewalk—black lace dress clinging to every curve, sheer fabric showing dark nipples hardened to aching points by the biting cold, the shadow between her thighs visible where the hem barely skimmed mid-thigh. Oil on her skin gleamed under the harsh yellow lamplight, catching neon flashes in shifting prisms that made her body shimmer like wet glass. The remote-controlled vibrator hummed low inside her—Caleb’s thumb on the remote making it pulse with her heartbeat, wetness already trickling down her inner thighs in slick, cooling trails that left a faint musky scent in the air.

Harlan stepped close first—black hoodie zipped halfway, dark jeans, breath fogging white with the faint, acrid trace of his last cigarette. “Lift it,” he snarled, voice low and gravel-rough, smoke curling from his lips like a threat. “Show every fucking stranger on this block what a dripping, cock-starved cum-dump you are.”

Mia’s fingers—cold and trembling—gripped the hem, lifted slowly—the fabric whispering against her oiled thighs as it rode higher. Exposing her bare pussy to the night air—the sharp frost kissing her swollen clit like needles, making her gasp with a white puff of breath. The vibrator buzzed higher—Caleb’s thumb turning the dial—making her knees buckle, wetness dripping visibly down her inner thigh in a hot rush that cooled instantly in the air, the musky scent sharpening under the frost.