Time to fit in

Standing in front of the door wouldn't be ideal place for you two to talk, especially not with the kind of questions you wished to ask, so you gladly followed him deeper into the alley.. while Martin almost couldn't hold back a laugh from how pleased he was, for you to so obediently follow him in a place full of horny teens fucking like rabbits in heat... sure, the darkness masked it, but he was happy nonetheless.

And he'd be even happier if he knew that you can see through the darkness and yet didn't notice what was happening behind many of the trash bins and cardboards strewn all over the place. The owners of the club knew just how many couples, willing or roofied, went for quickies and also knew their toilets stalls just weren't enough.

Since not everyone was daring enough to fuck on the dancefloor and unwilling to see their patrons leave the club in favour of another gang's motel... the thugs owning this place remodelled the back alley as to include an abnormal amount of trash bins and cardboards. What looked like a chaotic mess at first sight, was instead organized quite neatly to give many enclosed spaces to let those couples get as intimate as they wished.

Martin led you into one such enclosed space, a few wooden boards on the side hiding you from prying eyes while the dumpster on the side gave you a place to sit should you feel the need to... as well as the perfect place to get bent over on, as your mother had the pleasure to learn the night you were conceived.

It was a cheap place for a quickie, even cheaper than the toilets, but ever since you took the "bad boy" cheap bait Martin just couldn't get over the idea of turning you, THE Sunny Brights, in the cheapest bitch he ever fucked.
This didn't mean he wished to share, at least not as long as the idea of going steady with you was here, but he sure wished for that steady relationship to be one where you were the cheap bitch who'd put out whenever and wherever he wished to.

And for that, he didn't mind getting as cheap as he could be. Pulling a small flask from a pocket, the whisky kind of steel flask, he took an hearty sip and then offered you some, which you promptly refused. Alcohol now, when you your hands were already busy enough keeping your primal arousal at bay? Nope.

Martin wasn't hoping for it either. The alcohol in there was laced, sure, but there was no need to drink it directly. He just needed to drink it himself and then one smooch would be enough to make you loosen your hold on your arousal and become more receptive to his advances. By then you'd easily accept a sip, then a tip, then his status as your man while happily spreading your legs.

Not insisting on a drink and even pulling his hand out your panties smashed what remained of your guard towards him, his figure establishing in your subconscious as someone who wouldn't overstep his limits and as such worthy of trust... being in heat was to blame for the simplistic train of though, but there was no denying right now you felt no distrust towards him, or rather, with your body aching with a primal need to breed... you felt disappointed for his lack of ulterior motives, not that you'd go along his sexual advances even if he made any... or would you?

The answer would come pretty soon.
Or rather, with his hand away... your freshly fingered pussy had to deal again with the vibe, which suddenly went max power and made you wobble forward in Martin's embrace.

"Didn't you wish to ask about something?" He asked, faking surprise at your advances despite being the one making it happen "Oh, i guess you wish to fit in? All's fine for me"

Fit in? With the maxed vibe turning your thoughts into mush, it took you too long to realize what he meant. Or rather, you understood it at once after his lips met yours.

With one hand behind your head to hold it in place while another roved your body, Martin greedily sucked and licked your lips, enjoying your taste and then sticking his tongue in when you gasped in surprise.

What... this... just... he...

You couldn't make head or tails of thing, especially not when the vibe kept trying to fry your mind over with the spikes in pleasure, but while your mind tried to come to terms with what was happening... your body had no such problems, replying his advances in kind as your hands too caressed his arms and chest while your tongue actively entangled with his.

What did he say... fit in... right, you were just fitting in, it'd be strange for the two of you to not do anything after coming all the way here, and someone may find it suspicious... your mind came up with such excuses to cope with your current actions, excuse to not retaliate and instead enjoy the moment... after all it was just a kiss, wasn't it? It wasn't your first, nor your last, so why not?

What you didn't know was that he was sharing the residual of the laced alcohol he previously drank, further loosening your already fuzzy inhibitions. Oh, he was so good at this!
So good that you didn't even noticed how his groping had popped a tit out your top, so good that you happily drank some of his alcohol in between a kiss and another.

Heat, alcohol, stimulant... the three enhanced each other in a way incomparable to a simple 1+1 sum. Sure, you had a strong will, but right now... you'd be more prone to find excuses to indulge rather than work up the effort needed to pry his lips away from yours, maybe you'd be able to put up more of a struggle if he went over the line... but was there even a line for him to cross any more?

Avoiding the answer you instead wallowed in this heavy make out session. There was no guy in your life right now, it had been way more than a few months ever since you had a proper boyfriend... Big J? He wasn't your guy, he was your owner. Despite his claims you still felt reluctance in admitting him as your man, and there was no way you'd tell anyone about him.

Big J aside, you had no guy you held romantic feelings for, no guy to willingly make out with so... ignoring the fact this guy was a stranger and the love involved stemmed from being in heat, would it be so wrong for you to indulge yourself a little?
You still had to ask some question, but wouldn't it be ok to have a little fun on the job?