To a strip club

"It's a place called "The Yawning Donkey" ", Jimmy told Lara while smiling his irritating half smile.

"A strip club".

Lara's heart beat faster. As the car entered into Soho, she comforted herself with the thought that at least strip clubs made a living out of confidentiality. Refusing was no longer an option. Her experiences with Jimmy and his perverted geek friends so far had been irressistibly pleasurable.

Five more of the geeks waited for them at the parking lot. They snickered and gawked at Lara's heavy makeup and skimpy clothes. She winked at them, causing even more giggles and whispering. She recognized them all from the relentless gangbang they had given her earlier. Among them was the fat one with the humonguous cock, the tall one who had slapped her tits around so hard and the one with the long hair who had smacked her in her face with his saliva covered erection. For some reason she felt like she owed them something.

She would have to admit, she felt incredibly horny at the prospect of entering a sleazy strip club along with eight sexually frustrated young men. The fresh air felt smooth against her almost exposed pussy, and she fought a sudden urge to drop down on the street to let them ravish her right away.

There was a short line towards the club entrance. Lara stood first, shivering slightly in the cold London night, with Jimmy behind her and the seven other boys. Drum'n Bass music shot out at the expectant group.

The bouncer eyed them suspisciosly.