Punky Goes for Some Fresh Air

Punky shook her head, what was she thinking? Where was Alice?

As much as Punky rebelled, she respected Alice. She’d never admit it to anyone but Alice provided a solid guidance and helped Punky resist many of her self admitted self destructive tendencies.

As Violet came around offering a test tube in her bra Punky broke away from the temptations drawing her in.

Storming away Punky failed to notice how far things had gotten. Skye being double penetrated, Roxy bent over sucking a guy off as they watched Steve face fuck Ebony, Carl pursuing Ember leading a guy into the women’s washroom and more.

Bursting onto the patio Punky felt a strange calming relief as the cool night air embraced her exposed skin, deciding a cigarette was needed to calm her she turned to where Bruce always sat smoking, and paused.

Bruce was groaning skyward, a raven haired head bobbing in his lap moaning happily.

“What the…” Punky couldn’t even bring herself to finish the question. Bruce was like a father, often encouraging girls to do better, to move on, not to get stuck here. He helped take care of them, Punky couldn’t count how many people he’d helped. From lofts home late in the night to life changing moves into rehab, housing, better employment.

Yet here he was, like some sort of John, dick wet with the mouth of some chick in a mocha skin toned sports bra life top and yoga pants.

As Bruce grunted and groaned, grabbing the girl’s head with both hand as he reflexively thrust up into the **** girl’s mouth he came down from his climax.

“Ashlee!?!” Punky was shocked as she called out the waitresses name.

Ashlee was on the straight and narrow, literally just here for the money to pay for her accounting degree. She kept away from the drink, away from the ****, and never even considered showing anything more than could be seen at the local gym.

Yet here she was, smiling devilishly at a shocked Punky licking Bruce’s cock clean before standing up. Wiping a drizzle of cum from the corner of her mouth.

“Thanks for the drink Honey.” Bruce remarked raising a beer bottle up.

“I can say the same.” Ashlee replied, her corrupted crop top having shifted and changed as it tainted its bearer. It cupped and lifted the brown girls full looking C cup breasts, the fabric stretched tight over the hardened nippes, narrowing into almost a tube top around the cleavage. As the fabric passed over the sides of the tits it gave way to spaghetti straps that met the shoulder straps in the back in a knot.

“Need anything Punky?” Ashlee asked still licking her lips as Punky just shook her head no, watching as Ashlee promptly kicked off her shoes and peeled off the yoga pants to reveal blue bikini style panties underneath. “I’m just going to leave these out here Bruce, it’s getting way too hot for them inside.” Ashlee remarked getting a long gaze of approval up and down from Bruce before he nodded in affirmation.

Ashlee sexually sauntered back in.

Everything was going to hell, Punky considered. She had to wonder if she was dreaming or if this was some sort of nightmare. "Bruce, we have to stop this.” Punky remarked, gazing through the glass door of the patio at the developing orgy inside.

“Stop what?” Bruce grunted looking over his shoulder.

“That! In there…” Punky remarked Bruce shrugging. "Not my job, not my business. I have the patio. That’s Carl and Steve’s territory. Marcus and Chad are supposed to help out if needed, and vice versa. That or the door guys. I gotta stay here…” Bruce’s voice trailed off as Svetlana came out, holding out a hand for a cigarette as she panted heavily, her naked body on full display contrary to the clubs patio rules.

As Bruce handed Svetlana a cigarette Punky charged back in.

Slowly scanning the room Punky only saw Steve, crying out as he looked to be shooting a load off on Ebony’s face.