Chapter 8: Full Street-Level Exposure

The corner of 12th & Walnut pulsed with late-night life—neon signs buzzing pink, blue, and electric purple from bar awnings, bass thumping through open doors, crowds spilling onto the sidewalk in thick, laughing clusters of leather jackets, short dresses, and cigarette smoke. Streetlamps threw harsh yellow cones across the pavement, turning frost-rimmed curbs into glittering edges and breath into visible white plumes that drifted upward like signals. 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 and the shadow between her thighs, hem barely skimming mid-thigh, oil making her skin gleam like wet paint. The remote-controlled vibrator hummed low inside her—Caleb’s thumb on the remote in his pocket making it pulse with her heartbeat.

Harlan stepped close first—black hoodie, dark jeans, breath fogging in the cold. “Lift it,” he said, voice low and rough, carrying the faint smoke of his last cigarette. “Show the whole fucking street what you’re hiding.”

Mia’s fingers gripped the hem—lifted slowly—exposing her bare pussy to the night air and the crowd. The vibrator buzzed higher—Caleb’s thumb turning the dial—making her knees buckle, wetness dripping visibly down her inner thigh under the streetlamp’s harsh glow.

Caleb moved behind her—chest to her back, hoodie unzipped, cock already freed and hard against her ass through his jeans. “Spread wider,” he ordered, voice calm but edged like steel. “Let every drunk asshole on this sidewalk see how fucking soaked you are for this.”