A strip club, of course!

You figure your new "parents" probably called the police. It's probably best to lay low somewhere Anna would never be found.

Yeah, that and I want to blow some of this money and see some tits. The Smoking Clam must have some good shit this time of day.

The Smoking Clam is a seedy club in a rough part of town. Its facade is cracked and peeling, covered in collage of smutty posters and graffiti. Inside you're immediately met with a musty stench: stale beer, body odour, a few ineffable smells. The lights are dim, save for a few spotlights directed at the stage - on which you see an attractive brunette with massive silicon tits gyrating to some 90s rock band. It's dirty, scummy, and exactly the last place Anna would be seen.

You approach the bartender and take a seat at the edge of the bar.

"Hey. Your nicest scotch, thanks." You order.

The bartender slides you some mid-tier scotch and you toss him a $20 note.

You check out the stripper in more vivid detail: she's in her late twenties, she has a pretty face, and her set of silicon mounds must be at least an E-Cup. The thought of Anna's pristine young body sucking on this bimbo's pussy turn you on a bit. Watching her crawl towards the edge of the stage, you decidedly slid a finger over your crotch and rub the outline of your labia.

"Hi, darling. My name is Christie Cummings." You turn your head to see a woman in her mid-thirties. She has a pretty face with a cute beauty mark just above one of her laughlines. Her satin blonde hair is tied back into a ponytail. She's waring a lacy black bra with tight, thin panties. One would think she were a teacher, if not for her massive fake breasts.

No fucking way. It's Christie - she don't remember me. Not in this body. That whole thing in backroom - just gone... Hell yes!

"You want a dance, hun?" She slides a hand down your thigh.

"Fuck yeah, I want a dance." You reply, still discretely stroking your pussy.

She leads you to a pink room in the back and sits you down in chair hard plastic booth. You watch her move to some Top 40 song playing in the background. She dances back from you for a moment and turns arounds.

She's always had a nice ass.

You reach for it but she spins around, her hands holding her unclasped bra in place. She flicks the bra away, revealing her tits in all their faux-glory. She leans in, as if for a kiss, but retreats to the side you head. The only things between both your chests is the fabric of your shirt.

"So what's a pretty girl like you doing here." She whispers in your ear.

"Honey, you don't even know." You reply with an evident longing.

She stands and shakes chest in front of your face. Your eyes are transfixed on the nipples. She leans in close.

"You look to sweet for a place like this."

You can't take much more of this: your crotch is drenched and your nipples are rock hard. You put a hand on her chins and pull her in for a kiss. She doesn't resist.

The kiss slowly evolves into a sloppy mess of tangled tongues and you slide your hand between her legs.

"No, no. I can't do this." She moans.

"Sure you can."

You plunge a finger into her pussy and kiss her again. With a stroke of her chin, you shift your attention to her tits and suck animatedly at her nipples.

"Mmm. N-uh. Mmm. You-AH-re just a -" She groans as you stick a few more finger into her pussy, "-kid."

You slide your fingers out of her pussy and suck on her juices. She grabs your hand and sucks on your fingers as well. It turns into another kiss. She takes your shirt off and starts stroking your nipples. You slide one of her hands to your cunt and she lazily flirts with your labia.

You stop kissing her and bite her lip. You then shift your efforts downward: first you lick glitter off her tits, you kiss her belly, and finally, you rest your lips at her sopping wet panties. She rubs her finger through your long hair while you lower her undergarments with your teeth.

You plants your mouth firmly on her pussy and pulse your tongue deftly across her clitoris. After a few sloppy minutes of you slurping away at her cunt, she grabs your head pins you against her groin and unleashes a very wet orgasm. Your hair is dripping wet but you couldn't care less. She pulls you up by the hair and steals a kiss.

"So. Are you looking for a job?" She asks, still catching her breath. "We're hiring."