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You're standing in the crowded club looking for Mengucci, squinting as it's very hard to see anything recognizable between the hookers and pimps squeezed in the dimly lid room. Suddenly you're pulled out of your concentration by a hard slap on your ass. "Whoowee, that booty's got to be a fine moneymaker." You shoot a glare at the person who just slapped you, but the pimp turns to Bobby and says: "The bitch needs some training, though. Even an ass like that won't make a lot with such an attitude."

Bobby grins. "Yeah, she's new. I'm still showing her the ropes. Bitches nowadays think that just because they can fuck, they can be whores. They don't appreciate the craftsmanship that it takes to serve in the oldest profession. Now come on," he address you, "apologize and say thank you. The man gave you a compliment." You try your hardest not to let any anger show as you do as Bobby tells you.

Your partner then puts a hand on your ass and leads you away. "What were you doing back there," he hisses angrily, "you almost blew our cover." Shamefully, you realize he's right. Your mission has brought you to a place where you're suppose to be absolutely subservient. As if to emphasize his point, Bobby roughly squeezes your ass. "Besides, I think I might know where Mengucci is."

While he was groping and pushing you, Bobby brought you to a hallway, closely guarded by two bouncers. "Just wait here," he tells you as he walks off to talk with the muscled men. You see him arguing, pointing at you, slipping both the guards a banknote and finally motion you to come with him. You walk through a hallway, at the end of which is a large, restaurant-like room filled with booths and tables. At the other side of the room you immediately spot Mengucci sitting at a table with a couple of other sinister looking types.

Bobby leads you to a booth with a clear view of Mengucci. As soon as you sit down Bobby leans over you, grabs one of your boobs in one hand, your butt in the other and starts furiously kissing and licking your neck. It takes you a second to process what is actually happening. "What the fuck are you doing? Get off me," you whisper to him, not wanting to get yourself to much attention.

"Just making it look real," Bobby answers, while grinding his crotch against you. "What do you think pimps do when they take their whores to the vip section? Just chat and have a nice cup of tea?"

Looking around now, you see what you hadn't noticed before, because you were so preoccupied with Mengucci. Most of the booths were filled with pimps and their prostitutes. Almost all of them were engaged in one sexual act or another. Some girls were giving blowjobs, some handjobs. You even see a couple getting nailed on the table or riding their men cowgirl style.

Bobby takes a moment off groping your breast to grab one of your hands and plants it firmly in his crotch. You can feel the heat coming from his already hard cock. He looks at you, challenging you.

It seems like you have to make a decision. On the one hand, you really don't want to pleasure your sweating, overweight partner, who looks like he just is taking advantage of the situation. On the other hand, he does have a point. You can't really blow your cover right in front of Mengucci.