head for Scarlett's

{if GM==1}I guess, just a few questions wouldn't take long.

I proceed to Scarlett's and despite the loud music, there are not too many people around. I notice a huge muscled guy beside the entrance. I approach him hesitantly. "Hey, how do I speak to the owner?"

He turns to me suspiciously. "And why would you want to do that?"

"Ahh, well, I'm doing a research on all the old bars here, and I was thinking maybe Scarlett knew the owners, the names of the bars, and..." I reply before he interrupts.

"Whoa, man. Stop right there. You should be here to relax-- have a good time. Keep your research in the library." He says with a grin.

"The library does not have that information," I say dejectedly.

"Have you tried the mayor's office? Every establishment is registered yearly, so you can look at their archives," he suggests.

"Thanks. Haven't thought of that." you reply.

As I turn to leave, he adds, "But, if you're interested, you can also talk to the owner's daughter. She's the bartender right now." He then waves at her and points at me. "Go on," he whispers. "Her name's Ruby."

I proceed inside the dimly lit room towards Ruby and take one of the empty stools. She is dressed in a white button-down shirt, which is rolled up to the elbows and partially unbuttoned at the top, with black suspenders, forming a curve around her boobs, and a matching black mini skirt. Her short frizzy copper-colored hair emphasized the shape of her face.

"What will you have?" she asks.

"Just some cold orange juice will do," I say, trying not to glance at her ample chest.

She hands me a glass of water. "We don't have juice," she says. "So, what is it?"

"I'm John." I say, extending my hand. "I'm doing a research on the old bars here. I was wondering whether I could talk to your mom? Maybe she know the owners? Any info would be appreciated." I feel a certain sense of familiarity drawing me towards her, but I can't figure out why.

Her look shifts from curious to amused. "Sorry, I can't help you."

"Ah, no problem. I'll just have to find some other means to get the info." I reply without thinking.

She momentarily leaves me as she attends to someone else's order.

I'm at a loss of what to ask her next. I feel like I want to keep talking to her-- to know her better. But I also feel like I have already known her before. Scarlett. Ruby. What's the relation? When she returns, I ask her, "Just one more question: Do you have a sister named 'Cherry'?"

Her eyes widen, and with a slight anger in her voice, she exclaims, "Are you pranking me? Did Cherry send you? And move that glass of water to that side slowly."

I move the glass cautiously, not knowing why. "I'm sorry. Let me explain," I say, trying to diffuse her anger. "I was just guessing your sister's name. I just realized that 'Scarlett', 'Ruby', and 'Cherry' are synonyms. And probably also related to your hair color. Your mom must really be into the literary arts."

Her expression calms. "You really don't know Cherry?"

I shake my head. "And I'm also guessing you have a brother named 'Red'!"

She finally chuckles. "No, it's just me and Cherry." After a short pause, she adds, "Yeah, mom was really into art. Not just acting, but also other arts."

I take note of what she just said, but don't ask further, given that she initially refused. "I'm just curious," I ask. "Why did you make me move the glass to that side?"

She grins as she starts explaining. "Few months back. It was a weekend. Before I headed here, Cherry made a bet that I would be covered in something sticky before my shift was over. I told her I would be serving ****, not giving blowjobs or handjobs."

I listen intently, trying to guess where it was leading.

"Her boyfriend-- no ex-boyfriend-- came by and ordered a drink, practically in the same seat you are now. He then left without a word, leaving his unfinished drink. When I lifted the glass, I realized too late that a black string was tied to the bottom and connected to a gallon of sticky cows' milk right above this position.... I had to leave early to change my uniform.... But I didn't pay the bet. I wanted to kill her!"

She resumes mixing and serving drinks while I mentally try to imagine how she would have looked like drenched in milk.

"And why no **** tonight? Are you a lightweight?" she asks curiously.

"I would have, but when I saw you, I changed my mind."

"Is that some pickup line?"

"No, it's not." I pause for a while. "Unless you give me your number. Or your mom's."

She bends over to retrieve a bottle from the storage bin below the under bar, intentionally hiking up her mini, and revealing her shapely ass cheeks and a tiny red thong.

I am mesmerized by the sight and my vision slightly blurs as Ruby's backside is replaced with that of an older woman's, still in a red thong. A splash of cold liquid against my right cheek breaks me out of my stupor. I quickly grasp the glass before it rolls off.

"What happened?" Ruby asks with concern in her voice.

"Sorry, I accidentally hit the glass," I say, handing over the now empty glass. I then recall having the same experience with Julia previously.

"So you're into older women?" she asks suddenly.

"What?" I respond in surprise.

"If my mom and I were in front of you, totally naked, who would you fuck first?" she asks without hesitation.

I am taken aback but manage to reply, "If I chose you, would you be nude for me now?"

She ignores my reply. "Your phone," she says. I unlock my phone and hand it over.

"Maybe you'd like a milk bath from me?" I ask in jest.

Without warning, I feel the sting of a slap on my left cheek. "Sorry," she says, massaging my cheek with her soft fingers. "Never joke about that again!"

"Won't say that again, promise." I respond.

"Here," she says, handing my phone back. "No girlfriend photos. No porn. And who would take photos of a laptop screen? You could just press Windows-Shift-S."

"What? You looked at my photo albums?"

"It's no big deal. I just added my number. If you need mom's, you have to course it through me."

"Thanks," I say. "When does your shift end?"

She looks at me surprised, then gives me a peck on the cheek she just slapped. "You're getting excited? Can you wait for an hour?"

"I could watch you the whole day and not get bored!"

She exudes a bubbly side of herself as she continues to tease me with her ass movements.

Just then, my phone rings. Julia's name is displayed on the screen. I quickly answer it.

"Where are you?" she asks. "It's getting late!"

"Spending time with friends." I reply.

"Which friends? I asked Harry, he said you missed a tournament."

"Sis. I have other friends. I'll be back soon. Promise."

"Take care. Bye," she says as she ends the call.

"Who was that?" Ruby asks.

"My sister-- asking the usual big sister questions."

"So you have a sister. Here, keep this," she says, handing me a neatly folded piece of red cloth.

I place the red cloth in my pocket and watch Ruby bend over again to pick up something on the floor. I squint and blink my eyes to finally confirm that she no longer had her thong on. My cock immediately reacts with attention as I try to anticipate where this would lead. I realize that her shift had ended when I notice another bartender making drinks.

"Let's go," she says, grasping my hands. As we exit the building, she pulls me towards a dimly lit alley. When we reach a dark corner, she roughly pushes me against the wall and hungrily gives me a French kiss.

I move my fingers under her skirt ang cup her bare ass cheeks. "We should find some place comfy," I suggest as my fingers trace her pussy lips.

Ruby looks at me intently. "I'm sorry for being too forward with you, but I really can't help it. Typically, I allow a guy to kiss me on the second or third date, but the moment I saw you, it's like I've already known you."

"Really?" I say. "Because that's also how I feel." I could feel her wetness slowly moistening my fingers.

"Let me have a taste," she says as she deftly unzips my trousers and pulls out my rock hard cock. She then moistens my cockhead and impatiently tries to put my entire length into her mouth.

I insert my fingers into her dripping pussy as she bobs her head on my cock.

She stops her blowjob and guides my cock towards her pussy. "Take me now!" she whispers, her hands grasping the rough wall as we settle for the doggy style.

I thrust halfway, then I pull out. Then I thrust the full length of my cock into her soaking wet pussy.

"Faster," she whispers loudly.

I embed my full length into her and stop thrusting. "We should move to a comfortable place," I say. "How about your place?"

"I share the room with my sister," she says, slowly disengaging from me.

"We could go to a hotel," I propose, forcing my stiff cock back into my trousers.

"How about your place? You don't share the room with your sister, right?" she suggests.

{if GM==3}

I steadily gaze at her sweaty twin orbs, admiring their symmetry. Only then does she realize that she is topless, and hastily covers her breast with her hands.

My vision slightly blurs as the image of my sister is replaced with that of an older copper-haired woman who is smiling at me and cradling her large boobs. "Your breakfast is waiting, Honey," the woman says, and I am jolted by the realization that it is Mom.

article mentions a boat chase that terminated at the lighthouse. Two undercover agents, a male and a female, and a female civilian were killed. Half a dozen officers were wounded. No identities were mentioned, but only that the suspects were part of a prostitution ring. The Gaslight Music Lounge was mentioned as a possible front. The article is dated twelve years ago.

I close the front door quietly and excitedly walk towards the police station. I arrive at the well-lighted building and smile at the cop on duty. Her name tag says 'Hernandez'. I notice that the top two buttons of her uniform are unbuttoned-- showing some cleavage. I almost forget my reason for coming.

At the intersection, Julia takes a different route this time, through an old part of town where many of the buildings were boarded up.

I follow her-- my eyes feasting on the view of her derriere. "Is there a gym in this part of town?" I ask innocently.

Just then, a large building comes into view. A slightly burnt signage reads: Gaslight Music Lounge. I try to recall what I read on the net as I stop in front of the old building. The blackened concrete walls indicated that a fire had punctuated whatever existence it had. I stop in front of the building and gaze curiously at what remained of the five-storey structure.

{endif}

{elseif@ GM==0}Please turn on GAME MODE.{endif}