The nameplate on the desk, “Ms. Sex vedio Darius had come a long way, but wearing women’s clothing in front of his best friend was the one thing he still couldn’t abide. She eyed Darius with a look of pure irritation. He didn’t know if she was really the owner, but it didn’t matter. Her brunette hair spilled down to breast level. We don’t like men walking around freely, acting like they own the place.” She marked Heather and her party off the list. Her cheerful expression faded into a scowl when she noticed Darius was still dressed in basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Looking up, you could see the club’s floors ascend into a bizarre form of Femdom heaven where white light became more prominent. “That’s a shame, Darius, but I understand your decision.”
He stood from his chair and headed for the door as she continued speaking. His cheeks went flush and his body turned to jello as his prostate lit up like a Polish church. 500 mg Extra Strength. “Ma’am? Double entendre!” Heather laughed. It was everything. Neon lights cast an eerie glow across each row of seats. Darius’ tongue sought out Miss Carruthers’ ripe pucker with eager obedience and dove into the succulent well of endless debauchery. More often and more publicly.
