Blowjob Master

You open your eyes to what appears to be some sort of well to do lobby. A glass table with ornately shaped legs just in front of you holds some magazines, and around you a few more luxurious looking empty chairs fill up this small, well lit room. A clock on the wall facing you ticks by as you shake your head trying to get rid of the cobwebs. Off to your left, you notice a smartly dressed receptionist standing next to a desk in front of what appears to be a solid steel bank vault door.

You sit up straighter in your chair, still feeling a little groggy, and your eyes are drawn back to the magazines on the table. Porn. And not just any porn. Your favorite kind. Young, fresh faces with their mascara running, and cocks rammed down their throats with their eyes locked onto yours. One of the nearest magazines, "Blowjob Master Vol. 5" is prominently plastered over top the face of Dani Jensen, who has a massive amount of cum on hear face nearly obscuring the mascara dripping from her eyes.

You can't help but begin thinking. Dani Jensen? One of your favorite pornstars. What a perfect little red headed slut. In a magazine? With a title you've never heard of? Not to toot your own horn, but you are a bit of porn connoisseur and would be surprised if you could have missed such a scene.

Somehow, these questions are more important then things like "How did you get here?", or "Where is the door?"

You focus your attention back on the smiling receptionist at the front desk. A pleasing thin brunette, could not be more then 5 feet tall wearing a conservative black shirt and skirt running just above her knees. You notice her heels and wonder how many inches they are adding to her small size. A TV screen on the desk flashes "START WHEN READY".

Somehow the sign brings reality slamming back. What in the fuck? What is this place?

Still in your chair, you wonder what the hell to do now.