Changes in management

As the door closed Sasha turned and made her way through the curtains that separated the door from the bar. As her gargantuan body made it's way into the club the people inside immediately took notice.

"Who the hell are you!?! This is a private matter and you need to leave... NOW!" one of the men around the table shouted. Sasha smiled before she disappeared and reappeared behind the man who shouted. Palming his head, she lifted him from the table and turned him to face her. "For your first question, my name is Sasha. You should be less concerned about me leaving, and more concerned about me cumming." Sasha said as she smiled knowing they wouldn't catch the innuendo until she was done with them.

Dropping the man Sasha looked at the group, stopping her gaze upon an older man. "I take it you own this fine establishment." She said as she began to look around the room. Reaching behind her back she made a copy of the deed to the club and slapped it on the table. "Now if you'd be so kind as to sign it over to me then things don't need to get nasty." She said.

The owner looked at the enormous woman and smirked. "Nasty you say? I don't think you understand what youv'e just signed yourself up for." He said as he nodded to the men around the table. Six men stood up from the table and surrounded Sasha.

"I figured you'd pick the hard way... just the way I like it!" As Sasha finished her statement her cock sprang to life ripping right through her clothes hitting the first gangster square in the jaw sending him flying across the bar hitting the wall hard. He slumped down to the ground, knocked **** while Sasha stood with her hands on her waist. "Need I demonstrate more? Or do we all agree who owns this place now?" She asked as she pointed her dick right at the owner.