I hit them with the bathroom door. They don't notice. I sit and pee, watching them, touching myself.

French bob's up against the sink, legs spread, tube top waisted, tits dancing above pulled down cups. Curly's hip presses hard between, flannel shirt half off, her red "Fuck All Women" tat shiny with sweat under the neon.

As Curly drives two in deep, I follow her lead with my own. Fingers slide fast and squishy to the muffled Techno beat. Cumming together, our screams echo off the tiles.

Haven't been out clubbing in ages. Nice to see some things never change.