Johnny loved the way Sammie consistently moaned when he groped her. What a slut. It was almost hard to believe but he wasn't going to complain. He couldn't find much of a line of how roughly he should grope her, and so he turned to harder squeezes and a few sharp pinches. Not wanting to leave Clarissa out as Sammie encouraged his hands he did the same to her, wondering if he might manage to mark them through their dresses if he did this long enough. He hoped he would do that later.<br/><br/>The two turning to him made him look down at them as a hunter who's prey had wandered into his hands willingly. Sammie's giggles were very cute if a little air-headed, something Johnny was not going to complain about. She clearly knew how to have fun and that was all that mattered. Well. Later he hoped Sammie would know how to do a lot of other things, but those usually fell into the realm of fun girls like her already.<br/><br/>He was glad when Clarissa asked. It was sweet, like she really wanted to be good for him. "Of course. Two perfect little sluts." He spoke the derogatory term as if it was high praise, smiling as he described them. And then she followed up with a much better question. Her soft little voice was painfully alluring. "I couldn't leave my two good girls all alone through the night, could I?" He looked from Sammie to Clarissa. "I know you can both show me a lot more, just how good you can really be." He was quietly aching throughout, almost uncomfortably desperate to get anywhere private and see how much of their slutty nature was a club act.