After lissa and I's conversation, it put in a sort of doubt in myself. She wanted to say more I could see it in her eyes, but she couldn't dwell too long on the topic. I stood in the small training room staring blankly into the punching bag, replaying the conversation and quarrelling with my Mind.
I couldn't focus on the task at hand, and my team was concerned with my current state. They didn't say anything, I noticed it in their faces and chose to raise it up with them. Then I rembered about On Live a business in the Downtown Sector of the city not so far from Demon's Kitchen diner.
After my work out I went into the shower before I decided to dress up in a disguise and go out without my eyepatch, though it was high risk – it was now inevitable for the decision – I wanted to take it.
Rummaging through my closet I found myself an odd assortnt of clothing that scread I am a target, a floral shirt and a pair of shorts, so sunglasses and a baseball cap. 'Well, this ain't the worst thing I could wear, right?' I asked myself under my breathe. I put them on and had left the safe room to go to the Downtown Sector.
Bustling streets, filled with more sweat and sex filled the air or was it that my senses had heightened without the eyepatch. It was very apparent to be the case. Eyes had swiftly caught glimpses of and I of the onlookers, so out of curiosity, others with more sinister intentions.
Hurriedly I had arrived at my destination and posed as a tourist staying in the city for so ti before departing to go elsewhere. The receptionist of On Live was quite cheery for such a lewd business she worked in, and she dressed finely in a grey blazer and grey skirt to go with it and smiled – though it was a forced one – at to not seem like the place is welcoming. Well, it was welcoming to explore one's lust thoroughly and to empty out pockets.
Playing my cards well and relieving myself of money I entered into the only brothel in the Downtown Sector legally, while other illegal ones are found in the Entertainnt Sector. As I walked past many doors, moans loud enough to be heard while at the reception desk, I was taken to one of the rooms by the receptionist who had an hourglass shaped body, swaying her hips minimally since she doesn't partake in activities of the business.
Near the end of the hallway she opened a door, stood by it before pointing into it and saying, "Enjoy your ti hear at On Live, sir." I walked and stood before a veiled bed with soft velvet sheets, the bed was large and on it was a demon, a worker, and she spoke, "Co and have fun with mister."
Not making a single move to continue I took off my sunglasses and peered into the veil. The figure and position of the demon I had recognised – well, just the figure – as one of the demons whom, Alia was picking out for her business. "I am not here to indulge in sex," I spoke and she groaned softly, "Oh mister~! I want you to plow like the bitch I am," she spoke seductively.
Realisation knocked into my head at the thought that she was drugged to do this. She was timid when I last saw her and now, she has this false confidence to be taking dicks like a whore or maybe she had already gotten used to it and it was her lewd self speaking in the way she wants.
She turned over and, on the bed, sheets took off the little clothing she had on, crawled on the bed like a cat onto the floor until she slowly stood in front of , playing with her vagina and breasts satisfying herself. Inviting to join her but I did not faulter. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to and said, "I am here to find out more about your employers," however she did not listen, but she was further aroused by how I held her. She was long gone ntally, she could only think about sex and nothing more.
I let her go and left the room to explore the rest of the building. Moving around the back of the building I found a room, but it was not like the room I was in before it was different and I heard soone screaming sensually, enjoying themselves. "Oh fuck! That's it," a voice said. There were only a few chairs in the room, and another door and the noise ca from the other side of the door. "Yes, yes, yes…. Oh fuck! YES!" the sounds grew louder as I moved closer to the door.
I grabbed a hold of the handle and slowing opened it. Behind it was a man who was getting his dick sucked off expertly by the receptionist who had her breasts out. As I closed the door behind , they both noticed but continued with their activity as if I weren't there. "Ravedos, co on in make yourself comfortable," the man spoke and he gestured at an empty sofa.
Clearly not afraid of , he continued enjoying his blowjob from the receptionist and kept moaning louder and louder. "I told you he was gonna leave that bitch alone and co looking around," he told her.
"*Schlapp* I had underestimated him that's all. I will get the best girls we have for him. *Schlapp*" she spoke while sucking him off.
"Ooh! That's it, right there! He won't fall for it, I know him. If it weren't for him, I would not be here and would still be rotting in that place, I called ho."
I narrowed my eyes listening to their conversation, discussing about while I am in their presence. She stopped then got up, lifted her skirt up and sat on him and they started kissing each other passionately, even sticking their tongues into each other's mouths, then she positioned his above average cock to penetrate her, and she started riding him, her breasts bouncing up and down.
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