You arrive at Chez McGootch, a roadhouse so rough, not even Patrick Swayze could keep it under control. A few days ago, you received a message from the owners, saying they had a business opportunity that you'd be interested in. You'd never even heard of these gals before, but the way they described this opportunity, you couldn't resist showing up.
You enter, and the place is pretty empty this time of day. The bartender, a disgusting greasy pig, notices you immediately.
"Yeah, they're waitin' for ya in the office. Go on in, honey."
As the door to the office closes behind you, you let out a little gasp at the sight of the room. Images of hot girls in various positions, doing various things, decorate the walls; sex toys of various shapes, sizes and colors are scattered all over the place.
Sitting back in big fancy chairs, two identical blond babes, naked except for stiletto heels and body piercings, are being orally entertained by a couple of bimbo cheerleader-types wearing nothing but pigtails and thongs. The blonds are moaning in bliss, fondling their huge boobs. They're both attractive in a trashy, heavily made-up way. Probably their cunts are shaved smooth, you think; that's probably why they're enjoying themselves so much.
Immediately, your pussy begins to throb; while you've always considered yourself to be straight, you've occasionally had fantasies about fucking a really hot girl. |