If It Gets Them Moving...

Slamming the empty glass down Tulah breathed in deeply. “There, happy now? Let's go.”

Wrapping his arms around Demi and Christy, Tulah resisted the urge to rest his hands on heir asses, the oddly strong temptation to feel them up being pushed from his head.

“Did I not say Boss?” Christy asked leaning forward to look at Demi.

“Yeah, this isn't boss.” Demi replied, the other girls laughing as Tulah rolled his head, concerned about the hands now slipping in his back pockets.

“If I told you I was married.”

“I don't see a wife.” Cathy quipped.

“No ring" Hitomi added.

“Area codes.” Sue slipped in, igniting a series of ooohs.

“Hands go on asses when you're a boss.” LaToya remarked, leaning back to watch as Tulah reluctantly placed his hands and resumed guiding the women into the hall.

Pausing just before the bar exit Tulah tried to break away, "Look, I just don't feel comfortable. We all work together and this could be sexual harassment." Tulah tried to argue, Demi and Christy were quick to get their hands back on Tulah and press up close against him.

"Except we're all asking for it." Demi responded.

"And seeing each other consent." Christy added, as she joined Demi in promptly putting his hands back in place on their asses.

With the girls walking him out of the bar, Tulah steered them towards the elevators. They soon paused as screams, crashing objects and panic could be heard coming from behind them. Turning to look Tulah thought he saw the flickering light of open flame from around one corner.

“MONSTERS RUN" Someone tried to communicate as the chaos ripped the girls apart from each other and Tulah fell to the floor off to one side with Demi landing on top of him.

“Fuck it.” Demi declared as the stampede quickly seemed to try to reverse back their way from the lobby, more screams and panic erupting there, the shrinking crowd scrambling into the bar. The elevators. Any visible door. Leaving the odd toppled couple ripping clothes from one another in the throes of animalistic passion.

Ripping her dress open Demi leaned in to kiss Tulah, her E cup breasts hanging perfectly bare between them

“What are you…” Tulah's sentence was cut short as Demi locked lips with him, forcing her tongue into his mouth.

Her hands wrestled with his across his shirt, their engaging in a slapping war circling Demi's attempts to unbutton his shirt.

“Just fuck me.” Demi pleaded passionately as a woman began bouncing atop a guy in a suit not too far away, cupping her exposed tits together.

Trying to make sense of what was going on Tulah tried to look around his hands losing their fight as he became distracted and Demi kissed down his neck resisting his not so gentle pushes to get off of him.

“We need to go help.” Tulah muttered, thinking two people across the hall might be LaToya and Hitomi. All he was sure of was a black girl with the right coloured garment around her waist fingered the pussy behind her as she sat atop its owner's face.

“Help me then.” Demi replied, shifting her hands to grab Tulah's belt, ripping it open with ease as he panicked and forcefully threw the tanned woman off of him and scrambled to his feet.

The fearful screams and panic were gone, the passive crescendo of moans and groans with the occasionally passionate scream replacing them. Looking outside Tulah thought he saw a large dark shape leaning over something between a couple cars. The momentary illumination of a passing set of headlights as a couple cars looked to be speeding through the lot.

Looking into the bar the bartender was no where to be seen, several people fucking amongst the couches and chairs in the lounge, any signs of resistance wavering.

“Let's join them.” Demi enthusiastically offered, lifting her breasts kneeling right where Tulah had left her.

Looking back to the windows and nearby parking lot entrance the translucent windows began to cloud over. The glass taking on a marble like appearance as Tulah touched it and scrambled for the nearby exit as it seemed to vanish into the transmuting wall.

A cow like bellow echoed from the lobby, glancing over Tulah wondered where several statues had come from, as a nude woman with shifting hair began to walk diligently amongst them.

“What the hell…”

“Exactly.” Christy interupted from across the hall, stepping up she guided LaToya in to eat her out provoking Christy to moan in delight. Smiling broadly at Tulah she dropped her glamour, snaking the tail around LaToya's back as the black girl spread her ass cheeks with no concern for the revealed demon she was eating out.

“YES. TAKE IT. ALL OF IT. CHANGE ME!” The woman atop the guy began screaming out, Tulah turned to see her skin turning blue, her blonde hair yellowing as she leaned back pressing her newly developed double Ds upwards as the man she was fucking seemed to sink into the floor.

Turning to grab Demi's hand Tulah paused as she masturbated excitedly at everything transpiring. A sudden motion caught his eye as someone burst out of a service corridor door, screaming in panic as an elephant like trunk grabbed them and pulled them back out of sight.

Tulah couldn't stay here. He wasn't sure Demi should either. But he wasn't sure where to run.