A bar nowhere close to the hotel...

As Jessica turned her head, scanning the surroundings of the taxi for her hotel, or anything familiar at all, Robert took the opportunity to inspect the Latina’s tight body again.

Her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her white tank top, practically screaming out into the world that the girl was not wearing a bra and that she was really turned on!

However, her pussy was the ultimate proof that the state of her nipples wasn’t due to some cooling gust of wind. She had not yet remembered to close her legs after the tremendous road head she had just treated him to and her skirt was still bunched up, granting the old man a perfect view of that juicy, ripe peach between her thighs. God, this girl had a nice, little pussy!

“Where’s my hotel?” Jessica finally asked after her fruitless search, glaring at the man. The hotel was nowhere in sight, in fact this looked like a part of the city tourists would do their best to keep away from. Dirty, cracked up streets, graffiti on every wall and trash piling up in irregular intervals on the sidewalks… she felt reminded of her old show “Dark Angel”…

He smirked back at her. She really was an outstanding beauty, this one! Even covered in a layer of spit and tears, stands of hair caked into the mess and with red-shot eyes there was no denying her exotic beauty! In fact, Robert found he quite liked the look on her.

“Not yet at the hotel, sugar-tits,” he smiled before pulling out a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his worn-out leather jacket and held it out for her, “We needed to make a little stop first!”

Giving him a distrustful look, Jessica slowly took the kerchief from him. “What do we need to make a stop for?” she asked, wiping the slimy mess of her features, once more clearing her flawless, Latin features. Damn, those were some sweet cocksucker-lips!

Grinning, the old man pointed across the street with his chin. Following his gaze, Jessica saw a basement bar, which, even from the first look, she could tell was not the kind of establishment she usually favored. The worn-down sign over the door at the bottom of a small, narrow flight of stairs read “Zuiphuis” in old, metal letters (even though the letter ‘s’ was missing and only the silhouette was remaining), there were a couple of windows on the pavement level, but age had tainted them to the point that they were barely see-through, granting no look inside. However, what Jessica could make out was that there was barely any light inside (not very surprising, given that it was only late afternoon…).

“What the fuck do you want there?” she asked, making no attempt to hide her disgust as she tossed the dirty kerchief carelessly to the cab’s floor. That place gave her the creeps! Looked like a good place to get stabbed in a barfight…

“I’m thirsty!” the cabbie simply responded, opening the door and getting out.

“Wait!” Jessica exclaimed, an uneasy feeling in her stomach, also getting out of the car. As soon as she was out he locked the doors. Standing on the pavement she felt helpless, quickly pulling her bunched up skirt back into place. “What about me?”

Robert smirked. “Have a drink, sweet-cheeks! I’m sure you want to get rid of that taste in your mouth…”

“No!” she protested, ignoring the on-the-nose reminder of what she had just done, but the older man walked towards the bar, “I wanna go home now!”

“Too bad!” he replied, not even bothering to turn back to her, “I want a drink…”

She opened her mouth, feeling the need to discuss this further, but then closed it again, knowing her efforts would be fruitless. “Fuck!” she whispered as she hurried to catch up to Robert. He was a bastard - she didn’t think she had made a trade-up from Stefan to him – but for now he was her best chance out to get back to her hotel room.

Her stomach quivered as she approached the bar. She didn’t feel like she was appropriately dressed, showing way too much skin to enter that kind of dive without a stitch of underwear. It was just asking for trouble…