"I want the cool secret menu"

"Just two items and some takeaway? Are you shitting me, bitch? You gotta have something like a cooler menu, right? Some of that crazy stuff. Hot bitches. Some blue-skinned alien chicks. Punk chicks. Chicks with colored hair ... "

As you trail off, it's quite clear imagination is definitely not your strong suit. Not that it matters however. After all, this is your Blowjob Universe and if you're too much of a retard to figure out an infinite number of ways to get off into a girl's willing or unwilling holes, the universe will bend itself to indulge you.

"Well certainly Sir! We are always honored to have a guest with a more refined taste among us."

The manager smiles at you. Her attitude towards you seemed to have changed. It's subtle and you barely even notice, but there is an air of acknowledgement in the way she looks at you now, like how one would look at a fellow professional in a sea of amateurs. It's the same look that barista at the coffee shop who you always found fucking hot gave you when you tried to impress her with you coffee knowledge that you picked off the internet.

That escapade almost ended with her calling the cops on you. Unlike that coffee shop, you plan on coming back to the Throatrape Emporium, but it seems the requirements for prosumer status are a bit reduced when the establishment specializes in something you're actually interested in - like hard and ruthless throatfucking. If only that bitch Emily understood too. Making eyes and those cute little comments each morning, what did she expect when she took you to the secluded storage room in the back. Of course you'd whip it out, but nooo she had to be a dumb bitch about it. Thankfully, that kind of irrational and dumb behavior is in the past now.

The manager turns around and leads you through the lobby into the depths of the building. Lost in those deep thoughts, you're entertained enough for now by the sway of a tight ass in an even more tight black pencil skirt so the walk is easy enough on you.

"Right this way. For the throatrape connoisseur, we offer a curated, refined selection of women to be enjoyed at the Thirsty Lips."

You arrive in a more secluded with a dimly lit bar that looks very futuristic, with brand-new interiors, neon purple lighting and bright panels showing suggestive silhouettes of sluts of all shapes and sizes - all wiggling at you suggestively. Each one has her pair of lips highlighted in a different, radiant color tone. Fat, cocksucking lips. Having figured out the name on your own, you smirk. This is your type of place. There's a few chicks around having drinks and chatting, but nothing too wild. A few are shooting pool in the back. All of them look delectable and you feel like any of them would look good bent over the counter with your cock pumping in and out her facepussy. Normal stuff. Butt...

JESUS CHRIST! Fucking hot butt!

Fucking hell, that is a perfectly thicc piece of ass behind the counter! The chick standing there is tall, amazonian and goddammit ... does she have a perfect, perky, HUGE FUCKING ASS.

"This must be the guy who's been having fun with Aurora and the girls. I think I've got just the thing you need."

Her voice startles you and you finally look up from her perfect badonkadonk, bisected by a barely-there g-string. It's a bit more raspy and deeper than the manager's, but it also has an incredibly suggestive, sultry smoky note.

"Angel will help you select the finest cocktail of throats available for you", the manager introduces this hot piece of ass.

"Pleased to meet you", the tall, fat-assed bitch hums.

She looks back over her shoulder on purpose. The teasing cunt knows exactly what she's doing, letting you enjoy the sight of her butt for far longer than would be polite and basically posing for your perverted leering. Hell, the cunt even jiggles a little. In return for this interlude of fuckmeat posing, the bold-looking slut looks you up and down and focuses on the dick shamelessly.

Bitch even whistles when she sees the fat bulge in your sweats:

"Too bad I'm on the job. I'd love to take a sip of that bad boy"

Her short, shaggy pixie haircut adds to her alt looks. She's got big hoop earrings that accentuate very fuckable face with just the right amount of "butch".

"I'll leave you to it Angel. Make sure the gentleman gets the best experience possible", the manager orders, before strutting off. You look after the bitch. Of course you do.

"You know I could always mix up something special for you", the bar-slut whispers in your ear. While you were looking after her superior's slimmer figure, the thicc slut has crept up on you.

She shows you a menu that looks fittingly designed. Of course, besides being a retard who can barely read, you have a hard time focusing because while she leans over, she puts her perky tits in your face. Although her jacket was the only substantial piece of clothing on her, it's completely open at the front and just one pull away from baring her knockers. They aren't as disproportionately thicc as her ass, but still more than big enough to send a tinge through you nether regions. She's like a perfect alt-y pixar mom that's not shy to put her curves to good use.

The way Angel smirks when she locks eyes with you has you rock-hard in no time. And the teasing slut knows it, her voice dropping into a cougar drawl:

"There are two types of men. Those who let the girl do the job and those who like to fuck the throat. So ... tell me you Mr. Big Dick, which one are you?"

Making a pause to emphasize (and give you time to process), the short-haired stacked bombshell licks her lips and leans in to you, running a hand down your chest. In the mirror behind her, you see her fat ass leaning over the counter. The light mounted underneath clearly illuminates a huge dildo, beads and a ton of buttplugs strewn among the expensive bottles standing just out of view. One of the plugs seems to be in use right now, judging by the hot pink base held in place by the dental floss of the "panties" bisecting her ass and digging into her pussy lips. Holy shit, this cunt is pure sex. You're raging hard.

"What shall it be, stranger? Do you want an unforgettable facefucking experience off this exquisite selection, guaranteed to make you the luckiest man in the world? ... Or our own little cocktail right here and now?"