Lets go to the bar

You decide to check out the bar and see how things evolve around here, you still have trouble believing this place is actually a thing. You get dressed in a sharp-looking suit and make sure to pocket the card they gave you before exiting your room.

On your way to the elevator, you cross path with a guest being led to his room by what you guess to be a hostess, she's being groped shamelessly by the customer but the perverted on the girl's face make you start to realize that those employees may be the most depraved peoples around here and not the guest as one might think.

Once in the elevator, you push the button for the ground floor and begin your journey down, when the door open you step out and look around and see indication leading toward the bar, after a short walk you enter a sophisticated looking room with high end looking sofas with tables, pool tables and all kind of entertainments surrounding the proper bar in the center of the room. All in all, this looks more like a high-end strip club than a regular bar with the dancers both male and female performing sensual dances and the hostess being relentlessly groped at every turn.

After doing a quick scan of the room you realize that there is either close or more staff than there are guests in the room, you guess with the king of policy the place has it's probably to avoid staff shortage. You decide to go sit at the bar and get a drink to relax a little after your crazy encounter with Madison.

"Welcome, sir, what is your poison?" A nice-looking lad asks you when you take a seat.

"Whatever whiskey you have on hand will be nice" You answer giving him a smile and taking the view in, you stop to look at one of the dancers and wonder where the hell do they find all those peoples.

The girl is overweight and yet, she's gorgeous like every girl or guy you saw until now. She's clearly confident in her skin and has no qualms using her fat tits to smother a guy face, the display actually bring a smile to your face. You gain some respect for the place for not only using supermodels and having the balls to include all kinds of peoples in their staff.

"Here you go, sir. Ahh, Anna, she's a real firecracker that one." The bartender says when he sees what you are looking at.

"I'll say respect on your organization for not only relying on toothpicks supermodels." You praise tilting your drink toward him before taking a sip, you can't help but groan at how exquisite the whiskey taste.

"Good huh? Don't ask me what it is or where it comes from tho, the only thing I know is that it cost a fortune to make and that it's our house brand." The man says acknowledging your satisfied groan.

Your senses light up and you have to stop yourself from reacting harshly when someone comes from behind you and takes the seat to your right. She's a stunning woman in what you guess to be her early 20's.

"Hello there handsome, first time here?" The beauty says giving you a bright smile.

"That obvious huh?" You answer giving her a grin before taking another sip of the delicious nectar.

"Not really actually, I can usually tell easily who's new around here but you're ... quite stoic. Let me guess, military?" She inquires lifting one of her well-manicured eyebrows.

"Ex-military, the name's John." You respond, offering your hand.

"Adriana" She offers back taking your hand. You take the time to get a good look at her and when you reach her cleavage she purposefully bends toward you opening her dress to give you a good look. Not that her dress leaves much for the imagination, to begin with, but you appreciate the gesture none the less.

"Pleasure to meet you, Adriana. So do you work here?" You say returning to your drink and watch her reaction to your question. She gives you a wicked grin before speaking.

"Why? Hoping to bend me over the bar and make me your bitch?" She says and by the way she licks her lips and brushes her hand along her leg you're pretty sure she would not be against it.

"Just hard to tell around here, some employees have uniforms but others are dressed more ... casually?" You answer not sure the word 'casually' fits anything but having mad sex around here.

"I'm a guest, me and my husband come here at least three or four times a year. Well, I do, he doesn't ... quite have the same appetite I do for this sort of thing." She reveals while making a show to open her legs before crossing them again giving you a glimpse at her lacy panty.

"Well, he's a strong man letting you come here, I'm not sure I'd be able to do the same with my wife if I had one," You say trying to compliment her husband for being open-minded.

"Ah! Harold is a little bitch, he wouldn't know what to do with a woman even if there was a step by step manual to help him out. He has money and I am pretty, it's a mutually beneficial arrangement but I assure you, being 'strong' is certainly not something that would describe him." The vixen rants before putting her hand on your arm and whisper into your ear.

" DO you think you can do me a favor and come up to my room with me? There is something I want to try and I think you can do that for me." She asks waiting for your answer while rubbing her hand along your inner tight.