yes. the mall hot spot

You are turned into the now-familiar nightclub. The waitress in the flamed minidress looks at you, now at the end of a leash, wondering what you could've done since she cut your drinks off earlier to get yourself in such a predicament. Marcia takes you deeper into the club. You notice little 'reserved- Masy's employees' cards on the small tables gathered to one end of the dance floor.

As you look around, your button nose runs into the lush assflesh of one hotpantsed Latina. The long-tressed redhead turns at the soft touch on her exposed cheek. "Well, sweetie! You back for some sugar already?" she asks, bending to caress your chin's soft curve. Your eyes are on the 4'11" lady's EE tatas, barely held in check by the spandex halter and the bandeleros of shotglass tubes crisscrossing her torso.

"Heel, Lacey, heel!" Marcia says mockingly, as she tugs at your leash to regain your attention. "Looks like you've been busy while I was working, cumslut!" She leads you to a familiar pair of faces at a far table. Then a dark figure stops your progress.

"Oh, Dylan! So good to see you! Merry Christmas!" Marcia gushes, hugging her body against him tightly.

He gives her the same lovin' back, adding, "You got yourself a pistol there, Marsh. She stopped by earlier.."

"You get any, Dyl?" Marcia asks, rubbing the bartender's crotch aggressively.

"Nah, I was too busy bringing free drinks her way," he smiles at her, with a quick wink to you.

"Well, don't worry, she'll make sure all of your staff is well taken care of, for all your hospitality. How'd you like to feel those three inch nails down there?" she asks, rubbing his genitals. She feels a lurching. "I thought as much." Marcia pulls you along, heading again toward the table occupied by two blonde lovelies.

You don't recognise the two at first, out of their clinical labcoats. Then, it becomes quite apparent, by their devilish smiles. It's Marcia's fellow Klinique employees. Jan still has a studious, but sexy look, with her small-framed glasses and her pinned-up hair hanging down in loose ringlets. Her body, in a low-cut sparkly green gown with high-cut slits on the sides, seems in need of further study. She is very tan, with high-riding boobs and wide hips. Cindy, sitting beside her, has the look of a young ingenue. You weren't sure why. It could have been the scant years Jan had on her, or just the virginal white minidress, with spaghetti straps to match her friends', a bit of fluff near her bodice just because.

"I think it's time you thanked Jan and Cindy for their part in your transformation, isn't it?" Marcia asks, not waiting for an answer. Jan and Cindy just smile wickedly down at you, still on all fours. "It's time you were a real lapdog. Get under the table and take care of my homegirls!" she laughs, giving your barely covered ass a smack as incentive.

You knew what was expected of you, and the sheer debauchery of the situation was stirring those old familiar feelings once again. You head between the athletic legs of the younger Cindy. Her white sparkly string bikini panties are nearly revealed already as she sits in her short dress. You pull the skimpy nylon aside and indulge yourself in the split peach that is her fuzzy pussy. It takes little time for your skilled tongue to bring her nectar to your lips. As she squeezes her thighs against your head, she gently strokes your hair in unspoken appreciation. As you feel the twenty-year-old relax, you move to the long, green-clad legs of Jan. You uncover the twenty-two-year-old's satiny smooth bare legs and stroke them as you find your way under the thin material to the juncture of her tawny thighs. Her legs are more chiselled than her friend's, her pussyhair in a neat little triangle. Missing are any panties, avoiding any pretext this night. You pull at the lips of her pussy, stretching the flaps of thin meat. You can see she is fighting the delicious sensations, hoping to make you work at it. Her fingers are already clenched into tight little balls at her sides. You nuzzle your nose into her exposed clit, applying the most exquisite pressure on the lust button as you slide the width of your tongue slowly, methodically, up her gash. You enjoy a challenge.

"ALLRIGHT ALREADY! EAT ME!" you hear her scream, even over the techno music pounding the hall. You snicker silently, wondering what the expressions of those around her look like. Always obedient, you dive your tongue sidelong into her opened hole. You feel her rise off the seat as she pushes her sex right into your face. You meet her thrust for thrust, cunnilingually superior.

Another pair of legs collapses in resignation, another pussy tamed. A tug comes to your thin leather lead. No rest for the wicked.

"Before it gets too late, there is another pair who are truly responsible for you being here, and I think you need to thank them for me," Marcia informs you as you are pulled back to her side. You try to see who is headed for you, but the house disco lights and fog-machine haze make it difficult. But it looks like..but ..no..