The room was filled with a low hum of anticipation, the air thick with smoke and the scent of lust. Kayla stepped onto the stage, the spotlight blinding her as she looked out at the crowd. The scent of old books and something else, something musky and primal, filled her nostrils. She passed the seedy part of town, her eyes darting to the adult bookstores, her heart pounding. She turned back to the crowd, her hands covering her breasts, her thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. She melted into him, her body pressing against his, her hands fumbling with his belt, his zipper, desperate to feel him, to taste him. You want me to fuck you in front of all these people?”
She nodded, her body aching with need. When they had finished with her, she left the club, her body bruised and exhausted, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.
