The ugly building had been through so many make overs, it was practically an archeological site. Karen couldn’t park anywhere near room fourteen... so she settled for a spot at the end of the long row of rooms. She took a moment to check her makeup and hair. When she got out of the car she removed her jacket. Then she undid the top three buttons of her shirt and then made sure it was tightly tucked in her pants. Karen wasn’t exactly sure what one wore to an interview for a porn movie,. He had teased me about entering an amateur night contest but I wasnt up to that. I did tell him we could go for a little bit so I could see what it was like inside these places having never been to one. The first thing he had me do was my outfit for the evening, a very, very short and tight mini skirt with thigh highs and boy short panties, braless with a low cut, revealing top. I was surprised that this was what he wanted me to wear but he assured me that other women there would be dressed. In this new world, sexual pleasure is the only thing people think about. It is the only thing they need. They obsess over it to the point of nymphomania. Common normalities that once governed real life no longer exists. There is no need for sustenance or self maintenance. Everyone was hot, with great tits and/or a huge dick. Everyone was inexplicably horny. They are out chasing after the fuckfests that they would have only dared to dream about before the world turned into the game. It is the. “Is it real? Are you a real dickgirl?”“A futanari?” grinned Yoshiko. “Pull down my panties and find out. I know you want it.”“I don’t,” Kat groaned even as she reached out with trembling hands. She hooked Yoshiko’s panties and pulled them down. Not fast, but slowly, working the fabric down inch by inch, rolling it off Yoshiko’s hips and the swell of her ass.The tip of her cock appeared pressed against her thick, black bush. The hairs curled around the throbbing, pink tip, precum bubbling out.