His hotel room.

He brings you to a fancy hotel. The doorman greets the Admiral as he lets the two of you into the lobby. Everybody seems to know him, even the elevator attendant knows where he's staying, which happens to be the top floor of the very tall hotel. The elevator opens to a small landing with the words "The Admiral Suite" bolted to the wall in a red on black font. You watch as Lars slides his keycard through the reader opening the doors to the suite. You're shocked to see the suite. It's huge and so elegant. The free rooms at the pokecenter have more in common to the glory hole cubicle than to the marvels of the Admiral Suite.

With a glance you spot a full sized kitchen, a fully furnished living room, and a landscaped garden patio with a private swimming pool over looking the city. You're excited to explore the lavish quarters, but Lars has a different idea. He presses himself against you slipping his tongue into your mouth. With one simple tug, your dress falls to the floor. He grabs your ass with both hands lifting you off your feet. You're a little surprised at the old admiral's strength. He carries you to the bedroom, which is just as lavish as the rest of the place.

He drops you onto the bed, before stripping himself. He's is really good shape for how old he is, it's no wonder now how he was able to carry you through the suite so easily. He climbs on top of you and you wait in anticipation for his cock to penetrate your exposed pussy. But instead he just reaches over to the nightstand. He pulls out something shiny. Is that a knife? You duck away from the possible weapon, "What is that?" you ask in fear.

He holds it up in front of you. You feel silly now, it wasn't a knife but instead the shiny wrapper of a condom. You hadn't seen or even thought of condoms since Blue threw your box of them away at the start of your journey. "Ha, good one darlin'. Probably don't see many of these as a trainer, huh?" He opens the wrapper and rolls the latex protection over his member. "Can't have myself knocking up every whore. Trainers can't claim child support but fucking whores can." You didn't realize that whores had more parental rights than you did. "Plus I don't need any angry offspring tracking me down later on in life. The couple I have are bad enough."

With the condom in place, he climbs back over your body lining up his sheathed cock with your pussy. His strong hand wraps around your throat, while the other plays with your sensitive pierced nipples. He wastes no time slamming into your pussy. Your legs wrap around his back. His quick pace feels like it's going to break you. Your breathing becomes labored from the hand around your throat. His fast paced fucking quickly brings you to an orgasm, your moans squeaking through. Your pussy clamps around his cock, and you feel the familiar warmth of his load shooting into you. But it doesn't fill you like usual, and you realize the condom is keeping the load in one place.

He gets out of the bed tossing the used condom across the room at a trashcan in the corner. With his hand removed from your throat your breathing slowly returns to normal. The night continues on, at one point you even get the chance to swim in the pool. Skinny dipping of course since you only have the dress. By the time your night is over, three more used condoms are littered across the room. "You should think about switching careers, darlin'. You make one fine ass whore. There's money on the dresser, I assume you can find your way out."

You grab your discarded heels from the floor and grab the large wad of cash from Admiral Harvey's dresser. You might not have won the promised riches from the nugget bridge, but you still earned a nice pay day. You find your dress where it fell near the door. You manage to get it back on where you feel confident you're not exposed. You decide to carry your heels instead of slipping them back on. You make your way back to the pokecenter, where you find your bag waiting for you on the bed. Your team is fully healed. You take a quick shower before falling into a deep exhaustion fueled sleep.