Getting in

As she stepped through the entrance, Kira found herself facing two muscular men, one black and one white, who were standing in the entryway to the bar itself. They reminded her of the sort of guards which she had seen repeatedly during her whole life, only differing through their much less presentable appearance.

Both men were looking at her, and despite her coat Kira felt extremely **** as she felt them size her up, with neither man bothering to hide his obvious lust for her.

“Drop the coat,” the black man told Kira.

“W…what?” Kira silently berated herself for not hiding her nervousness better.

“You want in, then drop the coat,” the man explained, while his partner smirked at Kira.

Her fingers trembling, Kira opened up the coat and then slipped out of it to show off what her body looked like in her tiny little dress, which left the erect state of her nipples quite evident for anyone who would happen to look at her impressive chest.

“Nice,” the white man commented on Kira’s appearance as he stepped up to her.

Wanting to back away from the bouncer as he now came up alongside her, Kira found herself unable to move and could do nothing and say nothing when he reached out and groped her right buttock, seeming to weigh the firm orb in his firm hand before eventually letting go off it.

“Alright, you can go in,” the black man told Kira, who forgot even to ask what would happen to her coat as she slid past the men and entered the barroom.

Even if she tried not to think about it, the fact of the matter was that Kira had found the prospect of the two strapping big men taking advantage of her to be quite arousing.

The bar itself was pretty calm for the Kettle, but it was still unlike anything that Kira had ever seen before. It was filled with people, predominantly men, who were more or less intoxicated, and at the far end of it there was a stage on which a pair of women were currently busy dancing, the first one of them having already gotten naked while the other one was slowly sliding her skimpy thong down her legs.

In the eastern corner of the large barroom there was an open space around a table which was larger than the other ones there, and a number of muscular men were positioned around the table while a man sat there, enjoying a meal. That had to be Gore, Kira thought.

Turning her attention to the stage every so often, and remaining unsure of what to make of the fact that she was suddenly becoming attracted to other women, Kira made her way to the counter and ordered a glass of wine.

The wine turned out to be red and rather poor, a far cry from the stuff which Kira was used to, and as she sampled it she became aware of the fact that one of the men protecting Gore had moved up next to her.

“Mister Gore wants to see you,” the man announced, apparently having decided that she didn’t have any say in the matter.

“Alright,” Kira replied, doing her best to sound calm and self-confident, and allowed the man to lead her to Gore’s table.