Skyler absently rubbed her wet pussy. It was miraculously dripping wet even after she had five eager customers for the last three hours.
"What's wrong?" Gaea asked, her voice full of concern.
"I'm still wet." She half-whined in half-amusement.
She was with her three almost best friends, Gaea, Tequila and Fyre in the bar, counting their earnings for the night. The beautiful four worked as prostitutes in Discretia.
Discretia was a sex club slash whore house disguised as a bar that Wang Liszt owned. Its name speaks for itself. The club offers and promises great fuck time, a wide variety of girls to the elite clientele or those who are willing to spend money.
Fyre unconsciously flipped her shoulder length raven hair and asked slyly. "Do you know what that means?"
"What?"
"It's looking for more. Find yourself a man, Sky. Your pussy's demanding it."
Tequila let out a breathy giggle. "Yeah, Sky. You can't forever rely on Kleenex to keep it dry. Let someone lick it for you."
Skyler sighed. Her friends weren't much help. She wasn't in the mood for humor at the moment for no reason at all. Her wetness added to her dismay.
Twisting her curly red hair up, Gaea tried to break the uneasiness by saying, "Hey, we all have our share of wet flashes, give Skyler a break."
Fyre rolled her heliotrope eyes and mumbled a yes.
"Sorry Sky." Tequila said remorsefully, standing up and smoothing her flimsy dress. "I'll let you know how to avenge yourself by picking on me when I spring a leak."
Sky watched Tequila leave. "But you know Fyre, I think you're right." She left her chair and went out of the building.
Her black-haired friend grinned at her devilishly. "Call me and let me know when you're through!" Fyre called out.
"Who could that lucky man be?" Gaea wondered out loud.
They found out the next night.
Skyler's hand was still in her crotch when she reached her apartment. She desperately wanted the wetness to stop but her motions did the opposite.
"Ugh." She wailed. "Still fucking wet." She fumbled with her house key and got inside the house. Skyler decided that she won't be needing a man to do her to keep her dry. Besides, she was too tried to fuck.
Skyler hiked her knee-length skirt up to her thighs and pulled down her soaking wet t-backs. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her 34C breasts, and yes, she hated wearing bras. The damn things choked her boobies.
She tried making herself feeling less horny but her aloneness turned her on. Sky sat down on the couch with her knees up. She turned the TV on her favorite cable channel that shows porn flicks and fingered herself. She was squeezing her tits in passion when she heard a male voice behind her.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself."
She moaned, more pussy juice oozing from her body. "Devi?" Skyler squeaked, looking for him blindly in the place.
Devlin Mortland was one of Discretia's prized clients. He was about thirty-five years old and drop dead handsome. With his 6'4 frame and muscular built, it was no doubt that he was every woman's dream. Here's a little secret: Devi is Skyler's favorite client, she was very in lust with him.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, blushing furiously.