The taste of tequila on my tongue, the feel of latex against my skin and the sure and certain knowledge of what was to come. To walk around a sex club...as a single girl is to wield a certain kind of magic. To have complete control and give it up in a perfectly equal measure.My friends are somewhere a room away, at the bar or watching the goings on open-eyed. I am not a watcher, and I am here to do.I dance on the crowded dance floor, enjoying eyes on me. I'm poured into a red latex dress, deep. Ben was strong willed enough I really didn't there was any problem withJamal being here. Ben would ignore him and hopefully just think Bry wasjust infatuated with the thought of having someone older here to play with.Ben was a typical teenager, anyone over 18 was ancient and to be ignored.I doubted Jamal would try anything with Bry while Ben was here. It would betoo big of a risk that Ben would report him to the police. "Yes, the best thing was to get Bry out of here and then thingswould. Their racket is hashish for the former, booze for the latter, and a so-called ‘head tax’ levied on everyone in their respective districts, plus tolls they imposed on outsiders. They tend to treat their own people well enough, though, and in the latter territory, there is even some limited democracy. In the former, it’s technically under Sharia law.“And there is La Raza Sindicado, which as the name suggests, is the lone Latin gang in town. Mostly Puerto Ricans and Dominicans, mind you. Nothing. He urged us to show him our titties and pussies and we sometimes did so… once, a friend of mine (she is today a lawyer!!) got him to place his cock through the fencing and we touched it. The skin was so soft and warm and the organ itself was so hard and impressive. My friend masturbated him with us all around the fencing area…and he came on her hands….we were curious to the texture and feel of his cum. We were quite careless, naïve and thankfully we had the fencing barrier to protect us from.