Lace, nervously

Youth is probably the best advantage. You know that as you've got more experienced, you've been able to last longer in bed, and the younger men you've slept with have always been quicker than the older ones, although they were often quicker to be ready for another try as well. So, swallowing, you point to Lace.

"Finally," Alrechi says, rolling his eyes before reaching round under the leather-clad whore's skirt. She gives a yelp, no doubt the result of him thrusting his fingers into her sex. You guess Alrechi has rarely bothered much about the pleasure of the women he's fucking. You hope that will give you an advantage.

Gingerly, you reach down through the slit in the side of Lace's skirt to feel her sex. It's already slightly damp, so you feel for her clit and begin rubbing. It's awkward with another woman, but you soon fall into the familiar patterns of rubbing that you indulge in when you're alone. Feeling a bit bolder, you push one of the straps of cloth aside and play with her nipple.

You hear a thump, and a burst of laughter, and look around. Alrechi has lifted Leather up and put her down on one of the tables. He's pushed her skirt up around her waist, and is fumbling with her bra while his face is buried between her legs. She's already blushing and breathing heavily.

Worried, and painfully aware of your inexperience, you kneel in front of Lace and push her dress aside. You've never been in this position before - not with a woman - but you're surprised at how arousing you find Lace's rich smell. You tentatively lean forward and take a lick.

Lace gives an exaggerated yawn. She leans back against a pillar and stretches out a leg, letting her dress slide off it and exposing its elegant, bare length to the crowds before wrapping it round your shoulder, pushing your face harder against her and provoking another burst of lewd laughter. At first, you assume she's just trying to drum up further business, but a spurt of moisture in her pussy implies she actually enjoys the men’s' attention.

Startled, you glance at Alrechi again, in time to see him lift up Leather's legs and ram his cock into her. You can't stop your eyes flicking to his cock, and you see its far larger than the spiteful image you'd concocted in your mind. From the way Leather cries out when he thrusts into her, you realise that your inexperienced lapping won't be a match for his rough but energetic technique. Unless you can find some other advantage, like using Lace's exhibitionist tendencies, you're sure to lose.