Decide to go with option 3

With a final, possessive squeeze of Demi's hip, John makes his choice. He pulls out, his cock slick with their combined fluids, but he doesn't leave. Instead, he turns Demi over, her body limp and pliant from the thorough fucking. He pulls her up against his chest, shielding her naked form from the hungry gazes of the crowd. A low grumble of disappointment ripples through the onlookers.

John grabs a discarded silk robe from a nearby chair, wrapping it securely around Demi's shoulders. "She's with me," he says, his voice cutting through the music and the murmur of the crowd. The tone is not loud, but it carries an unmistakable authority. He meets the stare of a particularly bold-looking man who takes a step toward them, and the man's eyes drop, backing away.

"Hey! No fair, man! We all want a turn with the bouncer bitch," a different guy protests, emboldened by John's perceived softening. "She been a cock tease for years."

John's eyes narrow. He shifts, putting Demi slightly behind him. "Find another hole to crawl into there many around."

Tension crackles in the air. The crowd, driven by a supernatural lust that warps their judgment, isn't so easily deterred. They are a pack of wolves, and John has just declared the prize to be his alone. For a moment, it looks like they might rush him. But soon they begin to talk and fuck each other realize he wasn't going to be backing down.

Demi said. "Why did you help me? You could have just left me for them." Her voice is a hoarse whisper. The fight in her is gone, replaced by a raw confusion.

John keeps one arm around her, his gaze still sweeping the room. "Because you know something," he says quietly. "You're the bouncer. You see who comes in. You hear things. I need to find Mr. Big, and you're my lead. And plus I don't want to see the women of this town all be consume of lust. It's fun, but not right. I don't want you to become an addicted to these perverse cocks."

A flicker of the old Demi the tough, in-charge bouncer crosses her face. "He's... he's in the loft upstairs, I think" she mumbles, her eyes struggling to focus. "Through the curtain is the new products. But... no one goes back there unless they're invited. I never met Mr. Big. Only the lesser people that works underneath."

John smile kissing gently. "I'm invited now," John says. "And you're coming with me. You look like you need someone to protect." Letting her feel like she the one with purpose.

He helps her to her feet, her legs still shaky. Holding her close, he steers her towards a heavy, velvety curtain at the far end of the VIP area. It's the one place the revelers seem to give a wide berth. As they approach, two large, imposing men who had been guarding it step forward, crossing their arms. They don't look like the other patrons. There's a cold, professional stillness about them.

"Stop right there," one says, his voice flat. "This is a private area."

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