Tymon, one of the owners

Zalah’s eyes were locked upon the figure appearing up on the stage, and she was not alone; all the women present in the room shifted their gazes towards the raised platform.

When the figure ventured forth from the dimmed back of the stage, he, for it definitely was a he, came to a stop, presenting all those watching him with a good look at his body.

Zalah was looking, and she liked what she was seeing; the man was tall and fit, with a handsome face and thick strands of gold-coloured hair, bulging muscles that implied both strength and virility, and cock that hung down almost all the way to his knees, and not even in comparison to the muscular thickness of his thighs did his cock look anything less than deliciously thick and heavy.

“He’s enough to get your juices flowing, isn’t he?” Perrima grinned lewdly at Zalah, the busty redhead playing with the gold-chain that hung between her large, round breasts.
In response, Zalah brought her right hand down to her crotch, her slender fingers quickly disappearing under the metal disk covering her cunt, and slipped two of her fingers past her labia.
Pulling her hand back out from between her thighs, Zalah held her fingers up against her lips, allowing Perrima to watch the blonde vixen’s tongue swirl over the nimble digits, replacing her juices with traces of her saliva as she relished the taste of her own arousal.
“Indeed he is.” Zalah’s grin was every bit as lewd as the one Perrima had given her earlier.

“You’re such a slut,” Perrima said, in between soft, low chuckles, “and I do believe that you’ve gotten Tymon’s attention.”
As Perrima discretely nodded her head towards the man up on stage, Zalah looked up to find that the handsome, buck-naked man was eyeing her, his lips having curled into a thin smile as he had watched her feast on her cunt-juice.
“Well,” Zalah’s grin grew even lewder, “if I’m slut, then I’m overdressed…” With that, Zalah unceremoniously undid the disks that covered (barely) her nipples, placing them on the table before doing the same with the piece of metal between her legs.

Now “clad” in nothing more than the silver-chain around her waist and her stiletto-heels, Zalah slid her ass forwards on her chair, slumping down further on it, while spreading her legs wide to fully expose the puffy lips her of tight cunt to Tymon.
Finally widening his smile to show her some teeth, Tymon gave Zalah one last glance before descending from the stage.

“What’s going on?” Zalah leaned over the table and whispered to Perrima.
“Tymon’s one of the owners of this place, he and a cock-obsessed slut named Amina owns one half each…” Perrima stopped talking as she and Zalah looked on at how Tymon stopped by the table nearest to the stage.

The woman sitting there, a dusky beauty clad in nothing more than a thin string of purple silk that hung from her neck all the way down to her pussy, grabbed a firm hold off Tymon’s cock, and lifted it up to her lips, licking her tongue all over the bell-shaped tip of his still-soft member.

“And now he’s going the rounds.” Perrima smiled again.
“Going the rounds?” Zalah whispered back.
“Yes, it’s tradition. On some nights, Tymon goes around on the floor, and lets every woman present lick his cockhead. Then, he picks one of us and gives her a proper fucking up on stage.”
“Well, I’m sure that these fine ladies will enjoy watching me having my ass fucked up there.” Zalah motioned at the stage, her voice carrying a tone of half-serious cockiness.
“You cocky bitch!” Perrima hissed at Zalah in a less than serious fashion, giving her blonde friend’s left nipple a soft pinch.

As Tymon approached their table from the left, Zalah and Perrima got themselves a close look of how the blonde in the extravagantly lascivious attire slowly ran her tongue all over the head of Tymon’s now rock-hard cock.
“Dirty…” Zalah cooed, just before Tymon turned round and presented his cock for her to lick on.

Not using her hands to steady the massive pole of meat, Zalah leaned forwards and placed her mouth against the cockhead, slowly but nimbly running her tongue over the smooth surface of Tymon’s cock-end, finishing off by flicking her tongue over and around his pisshole, the last action actually provoking a barely audible moan from the tall blonde stud.

After having passed by Perrima and Celia, Tymon was finished, and stepped back up onto the stage…