My fucking god. What a dangerous breakfast that was. I thought we’d surely get caught, I was ready to use time Stop, but thankfully, it didn’t come to that.
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- Evan Marlowe (Lvl 10)
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- Age: 21
- Height: 180 cm
- Weight: 74 kg
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- EXP: [████░░░░░░] 958/2162
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I was back at Stingy Ladies, nursing a cold beer at a corner table, the bottle sweating in my hand. This time, Nala was with me—her silver tongue was my best shot at cracking Charlotte. Or Emilia. Whoever spilled first. Jasmine tagged along too, mainly to check off that public-sex quest for Emotional Charisma.
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- Emotional Charisma (Locked)
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- Have anal sex in your home (5/5)
- Flirt with a woman (1/1)
- Fuck Jasmine in public (0/1)
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The club was alive tonight. Strobe lights pulsed red and blue across the dance floor, bodies grinding to a thumping bassline that rattled my ribs. The old stripper pole gleamed under spotlights, a dancer in a neon thong twirling upside-down, glitter dusting the air. Tables were packed—leather jackets, short skirts, laughter mixing with the clink of glasses. The bar glowed purple, bottles lined like soldiers behind it.
Nala sat across from me, gray dress clinging to every curve, hem stopping just below her knees—classy, elegant, like she’d walked out of a boardroom, not a dive bar. Jasmine, next to me, kept her jacket on against the chill, casual in a fitted t-shirt and brown pants.
I took a drag from my cigarette, stubbed it in the ashtray. "She’s there. Behind the bar."
Jasmine glanced over. "Sheesh. Still can’t believe what you told me about Guy."
"Yeah," I muttered. "He’s sick."
Nala shook her head. "Ugh... brother..."
"She looks way under his league," Jasmine said, turning back. "Thought Guy went for, like, elite types. Not bartenders in an underground club."
"Same thought," I said. "Guess he likes the gritty ones."
"What’s the plan?" Jasmine asked. "You tried talking to her, right?"
"Failed hard," I said. "Nala, think you can work that corporate magic?"
"I’ll try," she said, eyes flicking to me. "You’re working hard on this Meridian case, huh?"
"Hey, your company goes down, we all go down," I smiled. "You, me, Jasmine, Kim, Tessa—whole crew."
Jasmine nodded. "Let’s fix this shit."
"No point waiting," Nala said, standing. "I’m going in."
"Want me to come?" I asked, half-rising.
"No, no," she said. "I got this. I’ll tag you if I need backup."
I nodded. "Be careful."
She flashed a smile and sauntered off. "Always."
Jasmine and I turned, watching Nala weave through the crowd to the bar. I exhaled, cleared my throat, and slid my hand onto Jasmine’s thigh under the table, rubbing slow circles.
She giggled, scooting closer. "Wow, you horny right now? Weirdooo."
I grinned. "Restroom?"
She shrugged, eyes sparkling. "Why not?"
"I’ll go first," I said. "When it’s empty, I’ll call. You come to the door, knock four times."
"Already planned this out, huh?" she teased.
I chuckled, stood, and headed to the restrooms. The single-stall was tucked in a dim hallway, door heavy, lock sturdy. Inside was a little pathetic: chipped white tiles curling at the edges, flickering fluorescent light buzzing overhead, faint smell of bleach and stale smoke. The toilet sat in the far corner, lid down, a cheap air freshener dangling from the pipe. A small sink with a cracked mirror hung opposite, graffiti scrawled in marker across the glass. Empty. I pulled out my phone, called Jasmine.
She declined the call.
Four knocks—sharp, quick.
I yanked the door open. Jasmine slipped in, grinning, and I locked it behind her.
The second the bolt clicked, she was on me—hands fisting my shirt, mouth crashing into mine, tongue hot and demanding. I backed her against the sink, hands sliding under her t-shirt, palming her tits through her bra. She moaned into my mouth, hips grinding against my growing bulge.
"Fuck, Evan," she breathed, nipping my lip. "Been wet since you touched my thigh."
I spun her around, bent her over the sink, her palms slapping the cold porcelain. Yanked her brown pants and black panties down in one motion, pooling at her ankles. Her ass was perfect—round, firm, already glistening between her thighs.
"Spread," I growled, kicking her feet apart.
She obeyed, arching her back, pussy dripping. I freed my cock, hard and throbbing, lined up, and slammed in to the hilt, her body pressed to the sink, mirror fogging with her breath.
"Fuck!" she cried, head falling forward. "Yes—give it to me—"
I gripped her hips, pounded hard, balls slapping her clit with every thrust. The sink rattled, mirror shaking. Her tits bounced under her shirt, nipples hard against the fabric.
"Look at you," I rasped, one hand sliding up to grab her throat, tilting her head up to the mirror. "Bent over in a filthy restroom, taking my cock like a good girl."
She moaned, my cock disappearing into her, her face flushed, lips parted. "Harder, Evan—fuck me like you mean it—"
I sped up, hips snapping, the wet sound of skin on skin echoing off the chipped tiles. Reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles. She bucked, pussy clenching.
"Gonna cum," she whimpered. "Don’t stop—please—"
Damn. Making women cum with Pleasure 20 was actually easy as fuck.
"Cum on my cock," I growled. "Let the whole club hear you scream."
"Oh... god... fuck! FUCK!"
She shattered—pussy spasming, squirting around my shaft, soaking my balls, dripping onto the grimy floor. Her cry was loud, raw, echoing. I didn’t let up, fucking her through it, chasing my own release.
I pulled out, spun her around, and pressed her back against the cool tile wall. She gasped, legs still trembling. I hooked one arm under her left thigh, lifting it high, opening her wide. Her tits pressed flush against my chest, nipples hard through her shirt, rubbing with every breath.
"Hold on," I growled, lining up and slamming back in—standing missionary, her leg hooked over my elbow, her body pinned between me and the wall.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer. "Deeper—give it to me—"
I thrust hard, hips snapping, cock buried to the hilt with every stroke. Her lifted leg let me hit deeper, grinding against her G-spot. Her tits bounced between us, trapped against my chest, nipples dragging with every movement.
I yanked her shirt higher, mouth latching onto one nipple—sucking hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing. She arched, pussy clenching.
"Evan—fuck—your mouth..." she whimpered, fingers tangling in my hair.
I switched to the other nipple, licking, biting, sucking until she was sobbing. My free hand slid between us, thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles. She bucked, pussy fluttering.
"Gonna cum again," she gasped. "Don’t stop—"
"Not yet," I rasped, slowing to a grind, cock buried deep. "Beg for it."
"Please—Evan—let me cum—wreck me—"
I sped up, pounding hard, thumb pressing her clit. "Cum on my cock—scream for me—"
She broke, pussy clamping down, squirting hard, soaking my shaft, dripping down my balls in hot pulses. Her scream echoed off the tiles, raw and desperate, bouncing around the tiny stall. I fucked her through it, relentless, hips snapping, cock grinding deep as her body convulsed.
But I wasn’t done.
I kept her leg lifted high, hooked over my elbow, her back pressed to the wall, tits crushed against my chest. I slowed to a torturous grind—slow, deep circles that made her whimper, then slammed in fast and brutal, balls slapping her ass. Her nipples, red and swollen from my mouth, dragged against my shirt with every thrust.
"Again," I snarled, licking a stripe up her neck, tasting salt and sweat. "Cum again for me, Jasmine. Milk my cock like the dirty girl you are."
She sobbed, pushing down to meet every thrust, pussy fluttering wildly. "Yes—fuck—fill me—make me yours—"
A sharp knock rattled the door. "Yo, hurry up in there!"
"Occupied!" I barked, not missing a beat, slamming in deeper. Jasmine’s eyes went wide, but her pussy clenched harder.
I sped up, hips pistoning, cock hitting that spot that made her toes curl. My free hand slid between us, thumb rubbing her clit in tight, frantic circles. She bucked, tits bouncing against me, nipples hard as diamonds.
"Someone’s listening," I growled in her ear. "They hear you getting fucked. Hear you begging for my cum."
She moaned louder, head falling back. "Don’t stop, fuck... let them hear—"
Another knock—louder. "Come on, man!"
"Fuck off!" I snapped, pounding harder, the door shaking with every thrust. Jasmine’s leg trembled in my grip, her pussy slick and swollen, gripping me tight.
"Close—" she gasped, nails raking my back. "Evan—please—"
"Not yet," I rasped, slowing to a grind, cock buried to the root. "Beg louder. Let them know who’s breeding you."
"Please—fuck—Evan—let me cum—fill me—"
I slammed in, grinding against her clit, cock swelling. "Fuck... I love you."
She came—pussy milking me, walls fluttering wildly, squirting again, soaking us both. Her scream was muffled against my shoulder, body shaking.
I followed—buried deep, cock jerking as I flooded her. Thick, endless ropes painted her insides, filling her pussy, leaking out around my shaft as I kept thrusting, grinding every drop in.
"Fuck, yes," I groaned, hips stuttering. "All yours... now clean my cock."