Pleasuredome

Max exited the car looking out at what looked like a warehouse. If she guessed she would say she was somewhere on the eastside of the city. She winced as she felt some of Simmons’ cum trickle down her inner-thigh reminding her that she had forgot to put on her panties again.

“Come on babe, I think you’ll like this little spot.”

They walked to the front of the warehouse, a little wobble in Max’s step from the little tryst in the car. Simmons wrapped on the door and the little metal sheet slid open.

“Yo Pete, whose that?”

“She’s with me, open up.”

The metal sheet closed and Max heard a couple of locks clicking before the door was opened by a muscular white man.

“Vikki here?” asked Simmons.

“Yeah in her spot” said the man letting then in, his eyes roaming over Max’s body as she walked past him.

Max walked through a curtain with Simmons into a red tinted room, strobe lights shinning from the ceiling. As she looked around she saw men and women scattered on the many couches all having sex.

On one of the walls in pink neon lights was the name, ‘Victoria’s Pleasuredome’

Max followed Simmons to the back of the place into what looked like a VIP section. He drew another curtain and Max looked at a slender brunette ridding some dude on a bed, her tight pink pussy thrusting over the glistening thick cock.

“Hey Vikki” Simmons called out.

“Victoria.”