“Susan, thanks for the great sex,” you say, not really in the mood to make small talk after the breathtaking sex.
She still seems to be feeling the aftershocks of the orgasms, and only weakly moans in response.
“Well, would you happen to know where your sister is? To be honest, part of the reason why I followed you into the room was because I thought you were Jennifer, but wasn’t quite sure,” you say, hoping that that she buys your story.
“Disco-79 would be your best bet,” she whimpers, trying to grab your limp cock, but you smile and give her a deep kiss, to satisfy her, before you turn to leave.
You head out the door, strangely refreshed after all the sex you just had, and you push through the noisy crowds again. A few hot girls eye you and touch you, but you ignore most of them, not even really bothering to make eye contact with them. You’ve got a job to do now, and it could very well involve banging Jennifer Taylor. What’s not to like?
You get into your ride and speed off towards Disco-79. It was actually the second bar that you planned to visit, but you’re thankful for the advice anyways. After checking Jennifer Taylor’s Facebook page, you see that she’s posted a picture of a wild scene at the bar, indeed Disco-79.
While nothing really revealing has been shown in the picture, it’s clear to you that she’s more than a little drunk, and you’ll probably be able to seduce her without the Persuasion Pill. It’s always nice to do things the old fashioned way, even if it’s a little more risky, because it’s that much more fun.
You push open the door to the bar after parking, and find strobe lights spinning, casting a myriad of lights across the dance floor. A sick beat sounds out, and you nod your head in time to it, trying to find Jennifer.
Of course, she’s the center of attention, and it seems that she’s doing something along the lines of a striptease. She’s in the process of removing her halter top, slowly pulling it up and revealing more of her midriff, but you and the rest of the males in the audience are disappointed by the fact that she’s wearing a minuscule bra beneath it.
You’ve all seen her bare breasts in the magazines, but for them to be just meters away from you? It’s all to tempting to just jump in and free her straining boobs from the fabric. You manage to restrain yourself, and watch as she throws out the top into the crowd, where most of the people instantly turn to try and scrabble for it.
Seizing the brief break in attention from her, you rush up and grab Jennifer by the arm, and you lead her into a private room. Surprisingly, it’s a couple of seconds before anybody notices, but by then you’re already gone. You lock the door behind you, and she looks at you, confused and not quite sure of what exactly just happened.
“You up for some wild and dirty fun,” you ask, a smiling dancing on your lips.
When you see her face, you decide to...
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