You take Naomi out for drinks instead

“No thanks,” you say. “I think we’ll go out for some drinks.”

“Alright,” the man says. He straightens his suit. “Maybe some other time.”

“Yeah maybe.”

He walks back over to his table, and after a few minutes, the men leave, making their slaves crawl behind them on leashes.

“Where shall we go next then, master?” Naomi says, a little cheekily.

“Let’s go find somewhere to drink.”

You think about making Naomi crawl behind you, but decide maybe that’s something you can try later in the week. Right now, you’ll settle for her wearing the collar and kneeling in that sexy pose during dinner.

You walk out of the restaurant and the hotel, wrapping your arm around Naomi’s back and resting it on the top of her hip, and she holds hers the same way.

The streets are pretty lively, people coming and going. A **** walks past in the opposite direction, dark hair, completely naked but for her collar and a pair of black high heels. She’s holding her hands behind her back the same way Naomi did earlier. You can’t help but check out her toned waist, and Naomi catches you looking, then takes a look for herself as the woman walks by, her master a few paces behind, smirking to himself in pride at all the eyes on his ****.

Another naked girl crawls past, a bit gag in her mouth and her mistress tugs her leash harshly, making her speed up despite the hard ground on her bare knees.

A male **** is being disciplined over to the left, he’s naked too, except for the collar. His palms are pressed against the wall as his mistress spanks his skinny ass.

“You want to give my **** a spank?” she asks. She’s wearing a tight purple dress and heels.

“No thanks,” you reply.

“I was asking your ****.” The mistress smiles.

“Uhh…” Naomi looks at you awkwardly. She shrugs. “Sure.”

She walks over and stands behind the ****, clapping his ass, but not very hard, before taking a step back towards you.

“You can do it harder than that,” the mistress says. “Do it again. He needs to be punished.”

Naomi looks back at you a little apprehensively, then pulls her arm right back and spanks the man on the left ass cheek, so hard he yelps and stiffens his body. His cock is raging hard now.

“That’s better,” the mistress says. “But he deserves another for flinching.”

Naomi giggles, then does the same to the other ass cheek, admiring the red marks she leaves on them after.

You pass a few places over by the beach that look a little too empty, before arriving at a bar called The Leopard.

“Let’s go in here,” Naomi says. “It looks pretty cool.”

“Sure.”

You look at the place. There’s a couple of huge windows by the door, which are covered by blackout curtains. Above the door and windows is a huge sign with the name of the bar on it. To the left of the sign is a drawing of a leopard, to the right is a picture of a woman in a leopard catsuit, complete with the ears too.

You open the door and let Naomi in, following her. Although the place is pretty narrow, it’s deep, with the bar at the side. You don’t really pay much attention to what’s in here, seeing the bright coloured lights as you find a table for you and Naomi.

Naomi gasps and lets out that little giggle she does when she’s either nervous, or can’t believe what she’s seeing.

You turn to face whatever she’s looking at. There are three barmaids behind the bar, all wearing leopard print bikini tops and leopard ears. Several men sit at the bar having drinks.

You look around, seeing a few other barmaids. A tall one with black hair turns around, holding a metal tray with drinks. She’s wearing the same leopard print bikini top and ears as the girls behind the bar, along with a thong with the same pattern and a pair of black high heels. She serves the drinks, then turns away from the table and bends over to let the three men she’d just served spank her. She stands there for a few more seconds as they tuck money into the string of her thong at the side. A tip.

She approaches you and Naomi next.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. Have you been to The Leopard before?”

“No,” you say.

“Okay great.” She smiles. She’s got quite a cute smile, and a small face for a tall girl. You can’t help but check her body out as she stands in front of you. She’s not got huge boobs, but they look firm, and her waist is slim, as are her legs. “I’m Georgia. I’ll be serving you while you’re here. You don’t have to go to the bar, I’ll be around as soon as your glass gets empty. Make sure you punish me if I’m too slow. Whenever I serve you drinks, I’ll bend over for you to spank me. Tips are much appreciated, you can leave them in the side of my panties. What can I get for you?”

“Two Jager bombs.”

“Coming right up.”

Georgia walks off to the bar and returns a minute later with your drinks. You check the bill and realise it’s pretty expensive. $15 for the drinks, and you'll have to give a couple more for the tip. With how much you’ve budgeted for the week, you’ll only be able to afford another round in here before you’re done for the night.

You leave the money for the drinks on the tray that Georgia holds out, she smiles at you, then turns and bends over. You pull your arm back and spank her, not as hard as you can, but fairly firmly, making a loud clap and she turns, letting you pull her g string out a little to slide a bill in there.

“Thank you very much,” she says. “Oh, there’s one thing I forgot. Obviously the drinks are a little expensive. But if you get your **** to talk to Felicity over there.” She tilts her head towards a woman standing next to the bar, wearing a tight-fitting leopard print dress. “You can get free drinks all night if your **** works for an hour.”

“Thanks.”

Once Georgia has gone, Naomi sips her drink nervously. “Please don’t make me work here. I’m on vacation, just like you are. I already had to work in the hotel earlier.”

“You’re right, it’s just the drinks are real expensive. We can only really get one more round.”

You sit and drink your Jager bomb, trying to savor it and talking to Naomi for a few minutes.

“I really want a few more drinks,” Naomi says. “You think I can work here without having to wear that outfit?”

“Maybe.” You doubt it.

“I’ll go ask the owner.”