Fuck this relaxing business woman's stupid face anyway

FUCK. THIS.

You walk over to the massage chair, climb up onto the woman's lap with your knees on the armrests of the chair, and slap her glasses right off her face with your rage-boner. You slap her face back and forth with your dick a few more times, and then you rise up on your knees and plunge your cock straight down her throat. With her head tilted back, and the chair leaned back, this is a precarious position, but with your whole dick pressed vertically downward, straining against the back of her throat, you feel like it's the right position for the moment.

Rising up and down on your knees, you begin to pump the woman's throat like the world's slowest jackhammer. Feeling so relieved to have thrown off the chains of a blowjob-free zone, you momentarily forget you are in a blowjob-free zone. When you look up again, grinning like a wicked idiot, you see the atmosphere of the lounge has changed yet again.

The bartender, across the room, is waving her arms and hollering at you. The tan cutie Mila is shaking her head and rushing over. "You can't do that here, sir!" shouts another attendant from over by the buffet. You laugh and ignore them and continue to pummel the woman under you. One particularly enthusiastic thrust soon topples the chair, however. You fall forward onto the woman's face as she lands on her back, and you feel your cock slide ever so slightly farther into her.

"UHNG" she says in her throat and the sound of it makes you cum. "UNNGNGNNGNNLLGNLGGLLGLLL" she then says as she swallows involuntarily and gags on your gunk.

Mila and some other attendants have arrived next to the chair. They are standing around you, waving their arms, gasping, spinning around in circles looking for a way to stop you, and generally just making a commotion. They repeat their various phrases at you.

"Not in here, sir!"

"No blowjobs allowed, sir!"

"You don't have to put it in your pants, but you can't put it in a mouth!" shouts one lady.

The woman in the track suit has been roused from her relaxation, and she rips her earbuds out and says, "This supposed to be a No Dick Suckin Zone what the fuuuuuuck?!" She starts packing her things.

You are obviously causing a lot of disruption and problems for this VIP Parlour. You aren't concerned about ruining anyone's day, and actually you often enjoy it. But have you actually found a way to get in trouble here? Can the lounge people kick you out? Can the mall? Can they have you arrested?

You pull out of the now passed-out woman and stand up next to the toppled chair. Mila puts a hand on each of your arms and spins your around to look squarely at her so you cannot miss a thing she says. She takes hold of your chin and raises your eyes up from her little lip-glossed mouth to her pretty brown eyes and she says, "Sir! You gotta...I have to ask you..." but she stops. She seems to be having trouble keeping a straight face. "Ehhrmm" she clears her throat a couple times. "Sir, you are aware this is a completely fellatio-free zone, yes?" She chuckles.

"I'm starting to get that."

"Okay well, sir, you have...heh...you have shown a seriously BLATANT disregard for our policy!" she is full on laughing, with her hand on her stomach. "And some severe discourtesies to our hahahaha to our VIP clientele oh my god." She puts a hand on the wall to steady herself. "So please remove yourself and your ... ehhm. Please remove yourself from these premises! At once!"

She curls her lips together and waits for you to respond.