Deepak, 24 year old local low wage worker

Deepak's life had always been about the struggle, but with a decent amount of know how of the streets, along with some relatively sketchy side jobs in the backalleys, his situation was just a little bit easier. In fact, his part time cashier job could be considered as his secondary side job during the day. He earned his real money running errands for the local gangs in the poor neighborhoods, which normally entailed manning the street lookout posts, fake patronage at clubs and running messages and packages between businesses. Most of his friendship circles were among a horde of organized petty criminals, all looking for their next score, ranging from other local men like himself and foreign workers from the other islands offshore. He had been careful to keep his nose clean of their business, and so far, he had no ambitions to make it big. All he wanted to do was get by as comfortably as he could. For any local man of his disposition that lived here on the island, there was only one shared comfort that everyone was willing to share: the hot, sexy looking white girls who come to get fucked.

The White Pussy clubs were a favorite haunt of his. Before they opened, he had to rely on the impromptu red light districts and the occasional tourist to get his balls emptied. Now with the influx of all these hot and willing white women all in certain designated places, his options every night had been almost infinite. More than once, he had brought home at least one cum obssessed sex toy for him to use for the night, and he had a month's worth of free fun in the backrooms whenever he felt like. Before and after he was done with work, a White Pussy club was where he would usually be at, happily groping some slut on the dance floors or plowing his cock into her from behind in the bathroom, blowing as many loads as he wanted to ease off the stresses of his day.