Invite a friend from Yellow Fever

"Simple," he said, while Anna stared at his ass-coated cock with ill-concealed lust. "You must know plenty of horny Asian sluts just like you at that brothel you work at."

She shared a hurt glance up at you and mumbled, "It's not a brothel."

While he'd have loved to really grind into her self-esteem and argue that claim, Josh wanted to concentrate more on this latest fantasy. Plenty of time for more focused degradation later. "Whatever. The point is, I want you to invite one of your friends from the Yellow Fever to come play with us. Then I'll give you what your Vietnamese side craves."

The conflict within Anna was palpable. The flush of arousal burned on her skin, but guilt was plastered tight-lipped on her face. He knew she didn't want to betray her best friend - his girlfriend - by giving into her genetically mandated desires. Maybe she wanted to protect the other girls at the club, too. She glanced up at him with fear in her eyes, mingling with the lust, and he could tell she was concerned by his new behavior. Whoever Josh was in this universe before, he clearly did not take advantage of the situation.

Finally, she broke down. Her shoulders slumped, and her eyes grew wet. "Fine," she said, unable to meet his lecherous gaze. "Who should I call?"

Josh suddenly realized he actually knew some of her coworkers, as well as their nationalities. He was practically salivating imagining the fun he could have with them. But which would be the most fun?