To her place

The reaction which Zair’s and Sienna’s emergence upon the street did not cause the consternation which Zair had feared it would. True, quite a few women turned their heads to stare at him in all his naked glory, but in general no one seemed to pay any special attention to him.

With a few women promising that they could do something about his hard-on if he let them, and Sienna half jokingly telling them to bugger off, the pair ventured down the street and further on.

“We’re heading for the centre of the Kettle.” Sienna informed Zair, to whom that didn’t say very much.

The journey by foot took about twenty minutes as Sienna guided Zair through the masses soaring around on the narrow streets, the hunk finding himself being fondled by a wide variety of scantily clad, busty women who met him going in the other direction.

The night-life on the streets was unlike anything Zair had ever seen before; he and Sienna could barely make it one hundred feet without finding people fornicating in the streets, and the men and women working in various brothels were showing themselves off up on balconies, displaying their wares, and sometimes their talents by fucking each other or licking pussies or sucking cock, attempting to lure passers-by into their establishments.

Eventually, Sienna steered off from the main streets and sauntered down an alleyway similar to the one which Zair had dropped down into, the dark-haired, mysterious woman swaying her ass seductively for Zair’s benefit as she walked in front of him.

They entered another backyard, with few windows on the walls of the buildings surrounding it, and Sierra took a quick glance around her before steering straight across the yard to a dark corner.

Squatting down, and thereby presenting Zair with a view of her juicy ass from another angle, Sienna tapped three different cobblestones in a rhythmic fashion.
To Zair’s amazement, a part of the paved ground slid downwards into the ground and formed itself into a steep stairway.

“Right, follow me.” Sienna told Zair, and then descended down the stair, him once more close behind her.

“Don’t get your cock stuck.” Sienna playfully ordered Zair, before pushing a stone-face built into the wall of the narrow corridor which they had entered.
This caused the stair to fold upwards again, leaving Zair and Sienna standing in the now pitch-black corridor.

“Grab my ass, and follow me.” Sienna said, cooing upon feeling Zair’s strong hands on her delectable ass, and then set off down the corridor.

Zair kept his hand on Sienna’s buttocks as she led the way through the darkness, seemingly knowing exactly where to go despite the darkness and the twisting layout of the passageways.

Eventually, Zair could see a faint flicker of light in the dark.

As the pair moved towards it, the light grew stronger and brighter, until it became apparent that it was a torch, mounted on the wall next to an arched doorway.

Upon entering through the doorway, Zair found that he and Sienna were standing in a large room, with almost thirty feet of air between the floor and the ceiling, and more than forty feet to the faraway wall.

The room was illuminated by two chandeliers, both of which looked much too expensive and desirable to be found in an underground lair such as this, with small florescent stones being the source of the light rather than candles.

Apart from that, the room was littered with various articles of ornate, luxurious furniture, including a couple of unkempt beds and a set of sofas, a dinner-table and a circular pool built into the floor.

“This is my little den.” Sienna told Zair.

“Nice.” Zair replied, too amazed to say anything more profound.

“Yes,” Sienna wrapped her fingers round the trunk of Zair’s hard cock, “the beds are especially nice.”

“Ah,” a voice called out from another doorway, located about fifteen feet from Zair’s and Sienna’s current position, “I see that you’ve brought a friend along, Sienna.”

The figure stepped out of the shadows.