Go to the 'Ladies Bar' to get a drink

A memory hits you like a brick suddenly. You remember that there were several bars here, each one with their own theme. There was a 'Ladies Bar' that served some pretty interesting drinks for free. You totter on over towards the far right side of the room, past a doorway into one of the alcoves and you find yourself in another room next to a series of corridors. The bar itself was a trendy marble setup that was swank and peppy. Barstools filled with young women sat there, chatting and partying away amidst the dancing lights. As you approach the bar, you picked up a strong, musky scent that appeared to make you salivate and tingle with delight. You seat yourself down and you immediately notice the drinks of all the women around you were a viscous, thick shade of white served in delicate cocktail glasses. The alluring aroma mixed with the scent of **** was exuding out from them, a warm, sensuous and somehow extremely naughty mixture. You wave the bartender over. She was a European woman, also completely naked and sporting a cute little bowtie collar. She smiles and asked you what you wanted. You ask her what was on the menu.

Her answer sparked another memory. One of this bar's specialties was cum cocktails, and it was the VIP floor's most famous and popular drinks for the ladies. It was served either straight in a glass or, for the more authentic experience, 'served from the tap'. The corridors at the back contained all sorts of toys, gadgets and shticks that provide for just about everyone's tastes, oral pleasures and modes of consumption. The way it worked was that the men here go into these corridors, choose among the many rows of service stations that were manned by the women at the bar, step up to them and the magic happens. Any man can provide the thirsty patrons with fresh loads as much as they wanted. You still remember the first time you were in one of these stations and your first taste of a thick heavenly load on your tongue. As you gulp down more saliva, you imagine the goop satisfyingly slide down your throat and you could not resist the urge to moisten your lips.