Fuck it. The world just rewrote itself, why not live a little?

"Anna?"

"Uh-huh?" She didn't stop what she was doing, mouth still open as she turned to get a better angle with the plug in her ass.

"We're here."

"MmHmm..."

"Anna!"

She jumped, sluggishly, focussing on him for the first time since she'd entered the car, "Oh. Sorry, I..." She coughed embarrassedly and sat up, eyes flickering as she groaned and rocked a little on the seat before he opened the door.

"Jeez, you soaked my seat!"

"Sorry! I just... I'd been holding it in for soooo long. Y'know how I said the plug usually lets me keep the urges under control? I... it didn't..."

"It didn't work." He grabbed a towel from the back, which he recalled was for this exact purpose, and passive aggressively dried off the seat. Apparently this was common enough for the leather to have wrinkled slightly. He turned back to Anna and for the first time got a good look at her outfit.

She wore a slutty halloween costume equivalent of a waitress: her tied off top was a see-through white, her black leather skirt would be a thick belt if it weren't for the trailing strips that gave her a hint of modesty, and 4 inch heels completed the set. He wasn't subtle about his ogling and after a moment Anna began to squirm.

"Knock it off, perv! You have a girlfriend!"

"Doesn't make me blind."

She bites her lip and shivers, legs crossing anxiously as she avoided his eyes but does nothing to hide her body. Her face is heavily dressed in makeup but not completely whorish, it must be water resistant with how much sweat she managed to work up in the car. He noticed for the first time a golden trimmed tag hanging from one of her ears. Race identification, his mind supplied. But it was wrong... it indicated she was an Indonesian purebred.

"Your tag's wrong."

She rolled her eyes, "Well duh, remember I told you I was applying as a Purebred? They get more tips without having to do as much. Fuck! I hope my boss didn't see that... if he finds out I'm Chinese..." She lifts a hand to her barely hidden crotch protectively but her fingers almost immediately begin to slide under.

"Ooo-k, inside Anna. Moving inside." She snaps back into focus and nods embarrassedly, letting him pull her up the stairs. He remembered that conversation now that he thought about it... Apparently the club had its Chinese employees wear restrictive chastity belts to prevent them from masturbating without permission. Yellow Fever was an old fashioned place that cracked down hard on its asian employees about rule breaking, if Anna applied as a different mix... his mind conjured up images of everything ranging from **** but legal in-house punishments to, in the eyes of the court, perfectly justified legal action.

"You took a big risk, don't they test for that kind of stuff?"

Anna barely registered Josh following her inside her apartment on the third floor, thighs wet with her unsatisfied arousal, "They did but it's hard to screen Indonesian women and be lazy at the same time." She disappeared into the bathroom and Josh heard a prolonged grunt before he poked his head in to find her holding the pink butt plug almost reverently, "So long as my ass is full... Mmm... I'm able to control myself pretty well."

She suddenly looked at him incredulously, tossing the plug into the shower behind her back, "What are you still doing here? I don't mean to be rude Josh but..." She tried to slip past him and he caught her wrist, trapping her softly but firmly against the wall, "What're you-?"

"What about when it's not full?"

"...what?"

He pushed his hips forward, his rock hard cock pressing his jeans between the flimsily concealed globes of her ass. He leaned in close to her ear, easily catching her other hand and raising them both above her head, "I said, what about when it's not full?"

She whimpered, "Josh... Josh, please don't take advantage of..." Even as she protested, her hips arched, grinding back against him and she petered off with an almost-growl.

"Don't take advantage of you? You're not drunk, you're a perfectly reasonable adult. I could just leave though, if I'm making you uncomfortable. Go home and give Kelly a good... hot... dicking..."

Josh cringed a little at his own bad-porno vocabulary but Anna was panting, not fighting his hold in any real way, "Nnnn.... don't... I don't want to... I don't want to just be a stereotype. Kelly is my friend, I'm not gonna.... let her boyfriend... fffuuuck my assss..." Her hips were rolling circles against his tented pants, the fringed leather skirt working its way higher to reveal nothing but the tiny thong protecting her rosebud.

He pulled back and Anna whined, ass following his hips, "Do you want me to leave?"

She squeezed her eyes shut and after a moment wordlessly shook her head.

"Do you want me to stuff my schlong into your little asshole?"

She was nodding before he finished speaking, hips still rolling against him needily.

Josh chuckled, "Sisters before misters my ass, don't move slut!" He released her hands to unbuckle his jeans, somewhat hindered by her persistent contact with his bulge. Otherwise, Anna didn't move as he dropped his pants, hands splayed against the apartment wall, legs spreading for the coming intrusion.

"uh.... ooooOOOOOOH YYEEEEESSSSSS!"