She Goes Looking For Carl

Where was Carl? Punky didn’t want to displace the guys from the lapdance room, if things were this crazy out here, well they had to be busy.

Scanning the room again Punky paused Joy as she was strutting by with an empty tray.

“Where’s Carl?” Punky shouted over the music , Joy shrugging in response. “Fuck… Where’s Alice when you need that fucking bitch.”

Joy laughed and smiled broadly point over towards the public washroom.

“She’s here?” Punky was dumbfounded, how could any of this possibly be going on under that tight old cunts watch? Punky wondered. Glancing once more around the main room. Punky could swear a few more girls had disappeared. Lap Dances maybe?

Joy nodded yes before shutting on back to the bar, a colour streaked Violet offering her a shot as she refilled her test tubes.

Punky ignored the room, aside from swatting the odd hand or gesture for her attention out of the way she was entirely focused on the washroom door ways. She failed to notice the odd girl that had slipped beneath a table, or was increasingly less discreet with their rule breaking indiscretions.

“ALICE! GET YER ASS….” Punky paused her declaration as her shouting into the washroom was met with the moans, groans and lewd demands Jane was screaming as she was fucked from behind bent over the counter.

Punky was unable to clearly see the rejuvenated washroom Attendant, restored and improved beyond the whorish glory of her long past peak, the bouncer laid out on the floor with a black stripper straddling him drawing Punky’s attention.

When Steve had gone off to have his chat with Ebony, Carl responded to an issue he glimpsed.

Ember leading a man into the women’s washroom...

He had paused shouting for Jane to respond only to charge in as he heard the guy groan in delight.

Ember quickly asserted her intents on the over tired bouncer, who found himself strangely easily lulled into laying down on the floor and just basking in Ember’s now delicate strokes, and soothing words of what he could do to her when he woke.

The corruption within him giving him not just what he wanted, but needed. A nice relaxing rest, Ember all too content to gentle play with his cock as he slipped away to sleep as she gentle teased the cock.

Backing out of the washroom Punky was sure there was no way Alice was there, dread crossing her face as she just barely heard the screams from the men’s Washroom.

There was a line, how hadn’t a line for the men’s washroom tipped Punky off she thought. Finding the men all to happy to step put of the way and let her pass, Punky soon entered to find Asia and Alice in the midst of the train of guys using them.

Their contest was forgotten, each was entirely focused on getting fucked. When the cock beneath them in their pussy went limp, they shuffled over to who ever lay next to them, the guy's fucking their asses, being stroked, or sucked following like a flock of starving pigeons a trail of bread crumbs.

The women’s make up was running, their faces and bodies glazed in assorted places with a variety of cum, fresh all the way to dried and flaking.

And when they spoke between mouthfuls of cock and cum, all they did was ask for more.

Punky was shaken, questioning just what was going on here. Wondering just what could reduce Alice from the social climbing bitch she was to a lowly cum slut. Backing out of the washroom Punky swatted and shoved the men lined up out of her way. Ignored the strangely resonate lewd invites as they echoed in her mind, stirring thoughts of being used just the same.

As she exited the room she saw no other choice. Running across the main floor to…