Welcome to the Innocent World

The music pounded through the club, the bass booming so hard I could feel it in my chest. The wild energy buzzed all around us, lights flashing like crazy. Up on stage, the announcer waved his hands toward this big roulette wheel, grinning wide.

"Then let's get this party started!" he shouted, hyping up the crowd.

The audience lost it, roaring and cheering as me and Afa stepped up to the wheel. My heart was racing—not gonna lie, I had no clue what kind of insane challenge we were about to get into, but Afa looked pumped, dragging me along with a grin.

The wheel spun, clicking fast, and then slowed down, landing on a slot that said Afa should stand in front of me while I grope her chest. The crowd went nuts.

"Oh-hooo!" the announcer hollered, pointing at us. "Come on, you two, let's do it!"

"What the…" I muttered, freezing up for a sec, my brain spinning. "This is wild."

Afa didn't even blink. She stepped right in front of me, grabbing my hands and placing them on her stomach. She glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes locking with mine, a little smile tugging at her lips.

"You good with this?" she asked, her voice teasing.

I sighed, then smirked. "Well, if you don't mind, why should I?" I said, shrugging it off.

"Go for it, Austin," she laughed, pressing her back closer on my groin. "Show 'em what you got."

I slid my hands around her stomach from behind, feeling the heat of her skin through her thin black top. My lips brushed her neck, slow and light, and she tilted her head a little, giving me more room.

"You smell good," I mumbled against her skin, my hands starting to slide up.

"Thanks," she giggled softly. "Keep going..."

The crowd's noise kicked up a notch as my fingers traced higher, moving slow over the fabric. Her body relaxed into me, leaning back like she was totally cool with it.

My hands finally reached her boobs, and I pressed down, feeling her curves under my palms.

"Ahh…" Afa let out a little moan, her eyes fluttering shut. She bit her lip, trying to play it cool in front of everyone, but a smile crept onto her face anyway.

"Too much for you?" I teased, my voice low as I groped her boobs, squeezing with my whole hands and giving them a little jiggle. I could feel her nipples hardening through the cloth, and damn, it got my pulse going.

"Nah," she breathed out, her face turning red. "Just… keep it steady."

I grinned, giving her one last squeeze before letting go. The crowd was still yelling, some whistling, some laughing.

I stepped back, sighing. "You okay?" I asked, checking in.

Afa exhaled hard, like she'd been holding her breath. "Phew, that was something," she said, laughing. "Yeah, I'm okay. You?"

"Still alive," I chuckled, wiping my hands on my jeans like I needed to cool off.

The announcer jumped in, his voice blasting over the speakers.

"Damn, that was too good, you two! Hot stuff right there—but the game's just getting started! Let's spin that roulette again!"

Afa nudged me, grinning. "Round two, huh? You ready?"

"Guess we'll see," I said, smirking back as the wheel started spinning again

The roulette wheel spun again, clicking loud over the thumping music. The crowd got into it, chanting, "Spin! Spin! Spin! Spin!" like it was some kind of ritual. The bass hit hard, vibrating the floor, and up on stage, the announcer was grooving, swaying his hips and waving his arms like he was having the time of his life. Afa glanced at him and cracked up, her laugh bright and easy.

"He's loving this way too much," she said, nudging me with her elbow.

"Yeah, he just gotta fool with us in the end," I chuckled, my eyes stuck on the wheel. "I'm just wondering what's coming next. This thing's unpredictable."

The lights flickered, strobing across the club, and the wheel finally slowed down, stopping on a slot that said Afa had to lock her leg around my thighs for a kiss. The announcer leaned into the mic, grinning wide. "Leg-lock kiss, folks! Let's see it!"

Afa didn't even hesitate. She spun around to face me, her hands flying up to cup my cheeks. She was smiling so big it made my chest tighten. "You ready for this one, Austin?" she teased, her fingers warm against my skin.

"Born ready," I shot back, smirking as I grabbed her legs. My hands slid over her smooth thighs, lifting them up easy and locking one around my thigh. She pressed in close, her body fitting against mine like it was meant to.

Our lips crashed together, hot and messy, and the crowd erupted, cheering and whistling like we were putting on a damn show. I could barely hear them over the rush in my ears. Afa's hands slid to the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss.

"God, you're good at this," I mumbled against her lips, barely breaking away.

"You're not so bad yourself," she laughed, her breath tickling my mouth before she dove back in.

The announcer's voice cut through the noise, laughing. "Look at these lovebirds—ain't ready to stop, are they? Get a room, you two!"

We didn't care. We kept going, tongues swirling, tasting each other like the rest of the club didn't exist. Her leg tightened around me, and I gripped her thigh harder, keeping her steady. It was wild, sloppy, and perfect.

Finally, we pulled back, both of us gasping a little.

"Ahh..huff* hahh.." Afa's eyes sparkled as she laughed, brushing her hair out of her face. "That was insane," she said, still catching her breath.

"Yeah," I grinned, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "You're a wild cat."

"Cuz, why not?" she winked, stepping back but keeping her hand on my arm.

The announcer jumped in again, clapping his hands. "Alright, alright, that was fire! But we're not done yet—let's get that third round going!!"

Afa squeezed my arm, smirking. "Think we can do the spicest round?"

"Let's find out," I said, nodding toward the wheel as it started spinning again.

The roulette wheel spun under the flashing lights, clicking loud as the crowd started chanting again, "Spin! Spin! Spin!" The music thumped hard, and the announcer bounced around on stage, feeding off the energy. He leaned into the mic, grinning like a kid. "I wanna see something spicy this time—am I right, audience?"

"Hell yeah!" the crowd shouted back, all in sync, their voices bouncing off the walls.

Afa swayed her hips to the beat, totally in the moment, her mini one-piece hugging her tight. She caught my eye and smirked. "They're loving this," she said, twirling a little.

"Yeah, no kidding," I replied, watching the wheel slow down. "Wonder what craziness we're getting now."

The lights blinked, and the wheel stopped, landing on a slot that said I had to sniff Afa's panties. The announcer let out a loud laugh. "Oh man, Austin's about to get up close and personal—hope you've got a strong nose, buddy!"

I smiled, but my face went all awkward, eyebrows shooting up. "Seriously?" I muttered, half-laughing.

Afa burst out giggling, and the crowd cracked up too, feeding off my reaction. She didn't even flinch, though—she just grinned wider. "You're in for it now," she teased, stepping closer.

Before I could say anything, she slid her hands under her mini one-piece, right there in front of everyone. With a little wiggle, she grabbed her black laced panties and rolled them down her legs, kicking them off like it was no big deal. The crowd lost it, laughing and cheering as she held them up, waving them like a damn flag.

"Way to go, girl!" the announcer shouted, clapping his hands. "She's stealing the show!"

Afa strutted over to me, her eyes locked on mine, and handed them over. "Here you go, big shot," she said, smirking. "Don't pass out."

I took the panties, lifting them up with a grin. "Alright, let's do this," I said, playing it up for the crowd. I brought them to my nose and took a deep sniff, closing my eyes like I was savoring it. Her scent hit me hard—strong, kinda sweet, and yeah, a little wet. It turned me on more than I expected, and I couldn't hide the smile creeping up.

"Damn," I muttered under my breath, opening my eyes.

The announcer came up behind me, slapping my back. "Boy's in love with the smell—someone get him a bottle of that perfume!" he joked, and the whole place erupted in laughter.

Afa laughed too, covering her mouth. "How was it?" she asked, leaning in close.

"Uh, stronger than I thought," I said, chuckling as I handed them back. "You're trouble."

"Always," she shot back, winking at me. "You handled it like a champ, though."

The announcer waved at the crowd, still grinning. "Alright, give it up for these two! They're killing it—let's keep this party rolling!!