North Bay Nightclub

The massive screen showed the Salt Bay harbor at night, panning slowly down the boardwalk somewhere in North Bay. Plenty of people were out and about, including Alpha and Beta tourists along with Locals. The latter two groups were largely comprised of scantily-dressed young women, on their way to and from the North Bay clubbing district.

Aletta flicked a long black strand of hair over her shoulder and smiled warmly at the audience. "Well, I'm sure y'all ladies at home know how exciting it can be to hit the club and nab yourself an Alpha for the night!" She winked and bounced her rack for the audience, prompting a loud cheer. "Tonight on SBS, we're bringing you exclusive coverage of an even-more-exclusive club. Our nightlife reporter Brooke Lynne is reporting live from The Castle, Salt Bay's most discerning club for classy visitors and Alpha-obsessed Locals. Many of you may know it as the legendary hangout of the 'Real Housewives of Salt Bay...' New episodes every Tuesday and Friday. Anyhoo, let's go live to Brooke!"

The camera switched over to Brooke Lynne. She was a tiny, spray-tanned girl of barely 19, with long blonde hair that was clearly dyed. She had a modest pair of entry-level fake breasts, though they looked large enough on her skinny 5'1" frame. The junior reporter was wearing a light pink top with a matching skirt, both tight and tiny enough to show off her cleavage, incredibly-fit midriff, and thighs. She topped off the look with a small purse and a lollipop, which she was licking ravenously while she waited for her cue.

"Huh? Oh! Thanks, Aletta! I'm sooo happy to be here tonight at The Castle," the girl trilled. "Membership is VERY exclusive. Local guys and gals apply months in advance, and they need to get lots and lots of sexy mods to have any hope of approval! These are the best Alpha cocks in town, and they deserve the best fucktoys.” As she spoke she bounced in place slightly like an energetic schoolgirl, making her breasts jiggle alluringly. “Luckily, they let me and my crew skip the wait, so we can get inside for this report! I just had to get my itty-bitty titties pumped up a little bitsy, and I took some... Uuum... Well, I don’t remember what I took, but the pills were tasty!”

Brooke was standing on the sidewalk outside of the club. Behind her was a long line of bimbos, sissies, and sluts of every description... Along with a few Alphas taking full advantage of the horny crowd.

"These poor Locals are waiting to get in without a membership... And that’ll only happen if an Alpha scoops ‘em up and brings ‘em inside!”

Behind her dozens of scantily-dressed women were posing and pouting for the camera, **** to be noticed. A gorgeous Asian woman with long, shapely legs and immaculate makeup leaned over smoothly, her ample bosom falling right out of her low-cut dress as she made a kissy face. Next to her, a freckled blonde teen twirled one of her pigtails between her fingers. She stuck out her tongue before spinning around to twerk for the camera, her bouncing ass cheeks barely contained by her skimpy denim cutoffs. The camera then moved on, centering on a tall, elegant woman with snow-white skin and raven hair. Winking slyly, she raised the hem of her black micro-skirt to show her lack of panties, and reveal her dark pubes shaved into the letter “A.” Finally, a dark-mocha-skinned MILF made steamy eye contact with the camera. She was standing arm-in-arm with her son, a fit and half-feminized teenage boy in a dress that matched his mother’s. The woman soon dropped to her knees, yanking out the boy’s cock to show off her deepthroat skills to the passing Alphas.

Immediately outside the club stood a huge, musclebound bouncer, checking IDs before letting members (and some Alpha drop-ins) through the front entrance. As Brooke approached, the camera panned down to get a look behind his podium. A gorgeous platinum-blonde bimbo was kneeling there, her head bobbing forward and backward and her lips stretched tightly around his inhumanly-sized pole. When she realized she was on national television, the sucktoy put in some extra effort to sink another five inches of the arm-like organ into her throat; the bulge extended down to her collarbone. She fluttered her teary eyes, a look of lusty concentration engraved on her model-like features.

As Brooke Lynn flashed her reporter's card, the bouncer distractedly waved her inside. As she passed him he began to groan loudly, gripping a handful of hair and pulling his oral servant even further up his long pole. He held her head still as he, fired shot after shot of thick, ****-enhanced cream directly into her stomach. The eager bimbo continued to look up at him, the **** convulsions of her throat milking every drop from his shaft. When he was finally done, he began slapping her across the face with his half-hard member. She was already begging for more, even as the huge, sticky pole ruined her elaborate makeup.

The camera focused again on a flushed, sweating, and distracted-looking Brooke. She struggled to tear her eyes away from the bouncer’s crotch as she sidled into the club. The camera crew followed the peppy Californian, taking a moment to zoom in on her bouncing asscheeks and the supple curve of her back as she strode into the lobby.

A Beta check room on the left of the entrance allowed Alpha patrons to deposit their hapless pseudo-slaves during their stay. A tall Middle-Eastern bimbo with a clipboard guarded the door. While the Amazonian woman looked intimidating enough, she was mostly there for show: a male guard was hidden away in the booth behind her. That was always a necessity in case a drunk tourist started kicking up trouble, since no female employee could refuse an Alpha’s demands.

Directly across from the entrance, a pair of double doors lead to the main dance floor. Brooke came to a halt there, her bouncy movements causing her to jiggle enticingly in her minuscule outfit.

“First up we'll be checking out the dance floor, where all the hottest cum-havers and cum-addicts mingle and blow off steam! Remember, girls: if you want a real man to spend time with you, you need to show him why. Let's get in there and see how Salt Bay’s flyest bimbos meet their bulls!"