“lost cause” orgy!billie MDNI
the mansion sprawled out like a dream under the late afternoon sun, its walls gleaming against the manicured lawns. billie stood in the grand foyer, directing her team.
“okay, lights over there—yeah, make sure the camera catches the natural glow from the windows,” she called out, her voice echoing off the high ceilings.
the place was pristine, every surface dusted and polished, ready for the chaos of filming her “lost cause” music video.
she’d handpicked the dancers herself over social media—girls who moved like fire, their bodies attuned to every beat. they were all pros, hired for their skill, but billie couldn’t deny the vibe they brought, a mix of energy and allure that made the air hum.
the setup took a few minutes. billie’s team—cameramen, stylists, a few producers—bustled around, stringing fairy lights across the living room, scattering plush pillows on the floor, and positioning speakers that thumped with test tracks.
the mansion smelled of fresh citrus from the cleaners they’d used, mixed with the faint vanilla of billie’s perfume as she paced, adjusting outfits. she wore a loose tank and shorts, her skin pale and smooth under the golden hour light filtering in. the dancers arrived in waves, each one more stunning than the last: lithe bodies in crop tops and leggings, hair tied back, ready to sweat.
nikole with her fiery red hair, lexee’s dirty blonde bangs framing her sharp features, joya, her dark skin glowing under the lights, and nataly, with her effortless grace. they laughed as they stretched, the sound bubbling like champagne.
filming kicked off with the beat dropping—bass vibrating through the floors, billie’s voice crooning over the speakers. “you ain’t nothing but a lost cause, and this ain't nothin' like it once was, know you think you're such an outlaw,” she lip-synced, her blue eyes locking onto the camera as the girls danced around her.
their bodies twisted and popped, hips swaying in sync, the air thick with the scent of sweat and hairspray. billie’s heart raced, not just from the performance but from the way the girls moved, their touches accidental yet electric during choreography. a hand brushing her waist, a laugh shared mid-take.
the mansion transformed into a playground of rhythm, walls echoing with claps and whoops. hours blurred—takes retaken, lighting tweaked—until the sun dipped low, painting the rooms in twilight hues.
by nightfall, it was wrapped. “that’s a cut! we’re done!” billie yelled, collapsing onto a couch with a grin. her team high-fived, packing up gear, but the energy lingered.
the girls cheered, bodies glistening, hair tousled. “sleepover time,” billie announced, her voice husky from singing. the mansion was theirs now—girls only, as planned. her team filtered out a couple hours later, leaving behind a quiet that felt intimate, charged.
the air cooled, carrying the night’s chill through open windows, but the warmth from the day’s exertion hung on.
water guns appeared from somewhere.
nikole grabbed one first, her red hair whipping as she squirted lexee, who shrieked and retaliated. water sprayed in arcs, soaking shirts, making fabric cling to skin. laughter rang out, feet slipping on the marble floors.
“gotcha!” joya yelled, her dark curls bouncing as she aimed at nataly, who dodged with a dancer’s grace. billie joined in, her blonde strands dripping, blue eyes alight with joy. the bullseye targets came next—set up in the backyard under floodlights.
they took turns, arrows thwacking into foam, cheers for hits, groans for misses. the night air smelled of wet grass and chlorine from the pool nearby, stars peeking through clouds.
dinner was casual—pizza boxes scattered on the kitchen island. they ate cross-legged on the floor, sharing stories between bites. movie night followed, the massive screen in the living room flickering to life.
blankets piled high, pillows everywhere. the girls sprawled out, bodies close in the dim light, the film’s soundtrack a low hum. billie’s team had long gone, the mansion now a cocoon of feminine energy.
but not everyone could stay. a few girls glanced at their phones, sighing.
“i’ve got an early audition tomorrow,” one of the dancer said, hugging billie goodbye. others nodded—rehearsals, flights, life pulling them away. hugs exchanged, doors closing softly, until only four remained with billie—nikole, her red hair fanned out on a pillow, lexee, bangs falling into her eyes, joya, curled up with a blanket, and nataly, stretching lazily. they lay on the plush carpet, the film’s glow casting shadows on their faces. the room smelled of popcorn butter and faint perfume, bodies warm from proximity.
billie shifted, her blue eyes scanning the group. the movie droned on, but her mind buzzed. “hey,” she whispered, voice cutting through the quiet.
“this is getting boring. truth or dare?” grins spread, a ripple of excitement. they sat up, forming a loose circle, knees brushing. the carpet was soft under their palms, the air thickening with anticipation.
“okay, i’ll start,” billie said, her blonde hair tucked behind an ear. she pointed randomly—her finger landing on nikole. “nikole, truth or dare?”
nikole’s red hair caught the light, her lips curving. “dare,” she said boldly, light hazel eyes flashing.
billie leaned in, blue eyes mischievous. “kiss the girl you have a crush on.”
a beat of silence, then nikole’s gaze swept the circle. it landed on lexee, whose dirty blonde bangs hid a blush. without hesitation, nikole crawled forward, the carpet whispering under her knees.
lexee’s breath hitched, her chest rising. their faces inches apart, the room’s warmth amplifying every sense—the faint salt from earlier water fights on their skin, the popcorn scent lingering.
nikole’s hand cupped lexee’s cheek, soft and warm, thumb tracing her jaw. then lips met—gentle at first, a brush like silk. lexee’s eyes fluttered shut, her bangs tickling nikole’s forehead.
the kiss deepened, tongues tentative, tasting sweetness from candy earlier. a soft moan escaped lexee, vibrating through the air.
the others watched, transfixed. joya’s dark skin flushed, nataly’s fingers twisting in her lap, billie’s blue eyes darkening. the movie forgotten, the kiss broke, but nikole didn’t pull away fully—her breath hot on lexee’s lips.
“your turn,” nikole murmured, but the energy shifted. lexee, emboldened, leaned back in, capturing nikole’s mouth again. hands roamed—nikole’s fingers tangling in lexee’s dirty blonde hair, pulling her closer. the sound of wet kisses filled the room, soft smacks and sighs.
billie felt heat pool in her core, her thighs pressing together.
“damn,” she whispered, voice husky. joya shifted, her hand brushing nataly’s arm, electric. the dare had ignited something—boundaries blurring. lexee’s hands slid under nikole’s shirt, feeling the smooth warmth of her back, nails lightly scratching. nikole arched, a gasp breaking the kiss.
“fuck, lex,” she breathed.
the circle tightened. nataly, bold now, turned to joya. “truth or dare?” but before joya answered, nataly leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “dare me to kiss you?” joya’s laugh was low, throaty, her dark curls framing her face as she nodded. their kiss was fiercer—joya’s full lips parting, tongue seeking nataly’s. hands gripped hips, bodies pressing. the air grew heavy, scented with arousal, a musky sweetness mingling with vanilla.
billie watched all of them, observing. her blonde hair falling forward as she crawled closer.
“it’s my turn to dare,” she said, voice low. she looked at joya, mid-kiss with nataly.
“i dare you to kiss me.” joya broke away, eyes locking on billie’s blue ones. she moved, graceful, her dark skin contrasting billie’s pale.
their lips met—soft, exploratory. billie’s hand cupped joya’s neck, feeling the pulse there, rapid. tongues danced, tasting salt and heat. nataly watched, then joined, her lips on joya’s shoulder, trailing kisses.
it escalated fast. nikole and lexee, tangled now, shirts riding up. lexee’s bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat as nikole’s mouth moved to her neck, sucking gently, leaving a mark.
“oh god,” lexee moaned, her hands fumbling with nikole’s bra clasp.
the fabric gave way, exposing soft breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air. nikole’s red hair spilled over as she leaned down, tongue flicking a peak. lexee arched, fingers gripping nikole’s red strands.
billie pulled back from joya, breathless, blue eyes glazed. “everyone… just… yeah.”
there was no more words needed at this point. the orgy unfolded like a wave—bodies shifting, hands exploring. joya tugged at billie’s tank, peeling it off.
billie’s blonde hair tousled, her pale skin exposed, blue eyes locking on joya’s as hands cupped her breasts, thumbs circling nipples.
“fuck, joya,” billie gasped, the touch sending sparks down her spine. nataly joined, her mouth on billie’s collarbone, teeth grazing.
the carpet became a sea of limbs. nikole lay back, lexee straddling her, dirty blonde bangs swaying as she ground down. hips rolled, friction building through thin shorts.
“you feel so good,” lexee whispered, hands pinning nikole’s wrists. nikole bucked up, a whimper escaping.
nearby, joya pushed billie down gently, dark curls tickling billie’s stomach as kisses trailed lower.
billie’s thighs parted, the air cool on her heated skin. joya’s tongue teased the edge of her shorts, fingers hooking in, pulling them down. the scent of arousal thickened, musky and inviting.
nataly moved between them, her hands on joya’s back, sliding down to cup her ass.
“let me help,” she murmured. joya moaned as nataly’s fingers slipped between her legs from behind, finding wetness. billie’s blue eyes watched, her own hand trailing down her body, but joya batted it away.
“mine,” joya said, voice commanding. her mouth descended, tongue flat against billie’s core, lapping slowly. billie cried out, blonde hair fanning on the carpet, back arching. the taste filled joya’s senses, her own hips grinding back against nataly’s fingers.
across the room, lexee had nikole’s shorts off, red hair splayed as lexee’s mouth explored. tongue delving, circling her clit, nikole’s legs trembled.
“lexee, please,” she begged, hands clutching dirty blonde hair. lexee hummed, the vibration sending shocks. fingers joined, curling inside, finding that spot. nikole’s moans grew louder, echoing off walls.
billie, gasping from joya’s ministrations, reached for nataly, pulling her into a kiss. tongues tangled, tasting each other.
joya’s fingers replaced her tongue on billie, thrusting gently, while nataly straddled billie’s face. billie’s blue eyes looked up, hands gripping nataly’s thighs as her tongue explored. nataly ground down, moans muffled against joya’s mouth as they kissed above.
nikole climaxed first—body tensing, a cry ripping from her throat as lexee’s fingers pumped. waves crashed, her red hair sticking to sweat-slick skin.
lexee crawled up, kissing her deeply, sharing the taste. then they turned, joining the others. lexee’s bangs brushed billie’s shoulder as she kissed her neck, hands roaming. nikole went to joya, lips on her breasts, sucking nipples while nataly rode billie’s face.
senses overwhelmed, the slick sounds of fingers and tongues, the salty tang on lips, the heat of bodies pressing. billie’s orgasm built, joya’s fingers relentless, curling deep.
“come for me,” joya whispered, dark eyes intense. billie shattered, thighs clamping, a muffled scream against nataly. waves of pleasure rolled, her blue eyes squeezing shut.
nataly followed, grinding harder, billie’s tongue flicking her clit.
“yes, billie—fuck!” she gasped, body shaking, juices coating billie’s chin. joya pulled her fingers free, licking them clean, then kissed nataly, sharing.
they rearranged—bodies fluid, no boundaries. lexee lay on her back, dirty blonde bangs fanned, as nikole and joya descended. nikole’s mouth on her core, joya’s on her breasts. lexee writhed, hands in red and dark hair.
“more,” she begged. billie and nataly watched, then joined. billie’s fingers teasing lexee’s entrance alongside nikole’s tongue, nataly kissing her deeply.
the air was thick, breaths ragged. lexee came hard, back arching, a string of curses. then joya was next—pushed down by the group. four mouths on her. billie between her legs, tongue delving; nikole and lexee on her nipples, sucking, nataly kissing her neck, fingers rubbing her clit. joya’s dark skin flushed deep, curls matted.
“oh god, all of you—” she moaned, hips bucking. the overload sent her over, screams echoing, body convulsing.
nataly took center, the others circling. joya’s fingers inside her, billie’s mouth on her clit, nikole and lexee kissing her body.
nataly’s hands clutched, senses ablaze—the wet heat, the soft lips, the mingled scents. she peaked, trembling, a sob of pleasure.
billie again, but this time scissored with nikole. legs intertwined, cores grinding.
wet friction, clits rubbing. blue eyes met green through red hair.
“harder,” billie gasped. they rocked, building, sweat slicking. lexee and joya watched, touching each other—fingers circling clits, kissing.
nataly joined, her hand between billie and nikole, adding pressure. they came together—billie and nikole, cries mingling, bodies shuddering.
the night blurred into a tapestry of touches. positions shifted.
daisy chains of mouths on cores, fingers everywhere. joya on all fours, nataly behind with fingers, billie under lapping; lexee and nikole 69ing nearby. moans layered, the carpet damp, air heavy with sex.
hours passed, bodies spent but insatiable. they collapsed in a pile, limbs entangled, breaths syncing. billie’s blonde hair mixed with red, dirty blonde, dark curls. blue eyes heavy-lidded, satisfied.
“best sleepover ever,” she murmured, lips brushing joya’s shoulder.
but it wasn’t over. as dawn hinted through windows, hands stirred again—gentle now, exploratory.
kisses soft, leading to more. the mansion held their secrets, the night eternal in memory.
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