Leave

You stand, attempt to straighten out your clothes but everything you touch is wet from saliva and... cum. You find it hopeless, the woman still watching you struggle and moans louder in ecstasy.

You grab your handbag and rush out the club's door. A long line outside waiting to get it, all watch you as you step out. A bright light over the front door, illuminates you completely. Cum drying the side of your mouth, spit dripping from your breasts.
The men in line jeer and whoop shouting things like, "This club has the best hoes'", "hope I find a slut like that!"

You hope at least the woman side you. They don't. They look you up and down, rolling their eyes, hissing "Slut," and laughing to each other. Some even mimicking sucking cock which only solidifies the memory of Pedro's cock securely in your mind. You need to leave. You find strength in your legs and run. Gripping your bag, you hear the laughing and mocking moaning sounds behind you, but all you see is Pedro's cock clear in your mind.