Bassline Between My Thighs. Altered States, #3

The bass vibrates through the floorboards into your bones. Cal's got Tess in the booth, shorts around her ankles, fingers pumping deep. That's the opening. It escalates from there. Cal and Tess tear through bass-heavy clubs, coffee-shop back rooms, paint-fumed warehouses, and golf-course locker rooms. Rough, spontaneous, everywhere - against walls, on counters, in booths where anyone could walk in.
Flash sections punch between longer scenes: a masked stranger on a velvet chaise, a preacher's daughter on a church camp floor, a lab where she tells him he's not driving anymore. No plot, no emotional arc. Just scene after scene of people who can't keep their hands off each other in places they shouldn't. The kind of book you open at random and don't stop until you're done.