Moxxie goes to The Bar

Moxxie stares at his soft, useless dick, feeling utterly defeated. He just proved exactly what Millie already knew - that he was sexually inadequate. He couldn't even manage decent foreplay without embarrassing himself with a premature cumshot.

The if the proceeds to go to the bar. Ironically it was called "The Bar", as it was mostly a place for the gays and discreet to go have a drink and be just overly sexual as much as they wanted to. The imp sat on a bar stool with a drink that he couldn't quite pronounce, wallowing in his sorrow trying to think of a way to improve his lifestyle.

Moxxie overheard a couple talking about wanting to have sex at the establishment. But all the rooms were taken and they really were horny for each other. To which the larger one of the two suggested using the restroom. Without a source of preamble, the smaller male agreed and the duo headed off. To which this caught Moxxie's attention.

Moxxie watches the couple disappear into the restroom hallway, his mind swirling. It was pathetic. Here he was, drowning his sorrows because he couldn't satisfy his own wife, while random strangers were desperate enough to fuck in a dirty public restroom. A twisted, desperate idea started forming in his head : Maybe... maybe if he saw how others did it?