Chapter 3
by 
Yelawolf
You say...
"I heard you was the man to talk to, if someone needed a job." You make a blowjob hand gesture.
The scar-faced man's grin widens, revealing a gold tooth glinting in the dim light of the bar entrance. His grip on your elbow tightens as he leans in closer, his ****-laced breath washing over your face. You try not to recoil at the pungent odor, keeping your expression one of false, sultry interest.
Scarface chuckles darkly, his eyes roving over your curvaceous form appreciatively, lingering on your heaving bosom. "Ah, so the little birdie is looking for a job, is she? Well, I might know of a place, bonita. But a pretty thing like you... you'll have to prove yourself first. He glances around, then leans in even closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers conspiratorially, "My boss, El Escorpión, he has a... hunger for beauties like you. He's always looking for new talent to entertain his guests. For the right price, I can arrange an audition."
The scar-faced man pulls back, his eyes glinting with a predatory light as he awaits your response, one hand still gripping your elbow firmly.
You sit next to him as your fingers run across his his pants. Your digits finding themselves firmly around his huge cock. The way you pump his cock in front of everyone is turning scar-faced on. You couldn't believe this man size, he was bigger than your former male size. Its hard to keep off a surprise look on your face.
The scar-faced man's eyes widen in surprise as your dainty hand begins to stroke his growing arousal through his trousers. Glancing nervously at his companions, he tries to maintain his composure while you deftly work to excite him in front of the group of rough-looking individuals.
Scarface's friends erupt into raucous laughter and crude catcalls, their eyes glinting with unchecked lust as they watch the erotic display. One of them, a tall, gaunt man with a jagged scar running down his cheek, shouts out in heavily accented English, " Show us what you can do with that pretty mouth!"
The scar-faced man you're groping, seemingly the leader of the group, quickly silences him with a sharp glare. Turning his attention back to you, he gives you a wicked grin, his hips starting to thrust slightly into your stroking hand.
Scarface: "Mmm, you're a naughty little thing, aren't you? Alright, bonita, you want to meet with El Escorpión, you've got to earn it. Finish what you started, and maybe... maybe I can arrange that audition."
He tangles his fingers in your hair, guiding your head downwards, his intent clear. The group of men watch with bated breath, eagerly awaiting the next move in this dangerous game of seduction and corruption.