Wes eyed the bartender as he knocked back the rest of his whiskey. Her dark hair was in pigtails and her push-up bra was clearly visible beneath her crop top.
"Top that off for you, sugar?" she purred, leaning over to fill his drink, and his face with her impressive cleavage.
"Thanks." He smiled and lifted the drink to his lips, his mind already made up. He would give her the nice tip she was so desperate for, but that was it. She wasn't his type, and when she had been so close to him, he had seen how tired she looked under all her makeup. Her heart clearly wasn't in this, but her wallet was. He had seen it time and time again and not just with bartenders.
When she turned away to help another customer, he left a $50 on the bar and grabbed his jacket. Michael was waiting for him by the curb when he got outside.
"Good evening, Mr. Davenport." Wes nodded to him.
"Michael. How was dinner with the wife?" Michael rolled his eyes as he opened the limo door. "That good, huh?"
"The usual place, sir?"
"No. Somewhere new. I heard it just opened. I bet it doesn't hold a candle to Delia's, but I'd like to see it for myself all the same." Wes typed the address into the limo's GPS.
"Very good, sir." Michael glanced at the route on the GPS and then pulled into traffic.
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"It doesn't look like much," Wes noted when they arrived. It was true. The building was dark, as if completely unoccupied. The paint was gray and peeling and the front door creaked as Wes opened it. The room it opened into wasn't much better. It may have been a nice lobby once, but those days were long gone. The only furniture in the room was a desk at the other end, manned by a young blonde, and the chair she was seated in.
It almost seemed like a studio apartment, except he didn't see a bathroom or a bed anywhere. The blonde never even looked up at him. She was kicked back in her chair, feet on the desk and magazine in her hands. "I must have the wrong place." At this she finally peeked at him over the magazine.
"You don't." she said simply. That was all. Wes had never been so confused, but he was also vastly intrigued. What was this place?
"Uh, okay. Should I," he was cut off by her finger, held up to tell him to give her a moment. A few more minutes passed, and she set the magazine down and smiled pleasantly.
"Welcome to Sarafina. Since this is your first visit, you are allowed a trial night. Entry will be free, but you must pay for any services. Should you decide you wish to return, you will need to pay the membership fee and be given your password. After tonight you will not be allowed to enter without your password. Do you understand these terms?"
"Yes."
"Excellent. Enjoy your night, Mr. Davenport." She pressed a button on her desk and the wall behind her slid up to reveal a hidden door. Wes didn't hesitate. He slipped through the door and heard the wall slide closed as the door locked behind him.
Sienna met him at the door. He only knew this because she told him her name when she took his hand. The ends of her auburn waves brushed her creamy tits, barely concealed, and Wes had a hard time concentrating on the words coming out of her cherry-red lips.
"Would you care for a tour, Mr. Davenport?"
"A tour would be nice. Thank you, Sienna." She gestured to the large, empty room they were standing in. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and the walls were black and soft as fur.
"This is the lobby. Everyone comes through here when they arrive, but no one really stays in here." She led him through a hallway on the other side of the room. "Through here is where each of the girls has her own room. You are never to enter any of these rooms unless it's what you're paying for. We take privacy very seriously. That includes the privacy of our girls, and our clients." Each door they passed had a name on it in red cursive. Wes looked for the name Sarafina, but he didn't see it.
Sienna was waiting for him at the end of the hall. This last door had no name on it, and she pushed it open. The scent of sex and perfume was almost overpowering. There were couches and beds scattered around the room and they were all being used.
"This is our Sharea. For our exhibitionists, or those who don't feel the need for privacy. You are always welcome to join anyone in the Sharea. That's why it's here." Wes could barely hear her over the moans, groans, and screams from the people around them.
A blonde girl had her head thrown back and mouth open as another lapped at her pussy. A third girl climbed onto the bed with them and sucked one of the blonde's exposed nipples into her mouth. Wes's dick was already hard as he watched.
Across the room, a slightly older woman with chocolate-colored skin and purple hair was bouncing up and down as she rode a thick cock. Beside them on the couch, two girls with light brown curls were taking turns slurping and swallowing a massive black dick. The guy had a hand on each of their heads as he guided them, and he was panting as he fucked their mouths.
Wes had never seen anything like it. Delia's kept everything strictly confidential. The only girls he ever saw were the ones he made appointments with. Sienna could tell he was impressed.
"The girls are paid daily, plus commission. So even if they don't fuck anyone, they make money. This way we are guaranteed to have girls who want to be here. They all love to fuck. It's not just about getting a paycheck." Sienna tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Of course, there are quotas to fill, and Mr. Stone is very strict about that."
"Mr. Stone?"
"The boss. And the last stop of our tour. But first," she pulled him out of the Sharea, back through the door and up to the room with her name on it. "Care to join me?" Wes didn't even have to think about it.
"I've been wanting to fuck you since I met you. Get your ass in there."
