It was a quite, dead end, residential street just blocks away from the bars that were all the rage in the city’s night life. As you got out of the c...r, you realized how quite it was. You could not believe that you could walk to the hottest club in town from here. The building had no sign or indication what it was. It looked like a home, but the camera at the door and the large button that served as a doorbell lead you to believe that is was something else. You press the button and give your. She never slipped, and whenever I had to lunge away from the chasers, she tightened down with a squeal of excitement.After a couple of rounds, when we were far enough from the chasers that I could whisper and not be easily heard, I said, “You have very strong legs.”She squeezed them around me. “Do I?” I nodded, not sure what else to add, or certain that I should. She seemed to like the compliment and fished for another, rubbing her chest into my back. “And what else do you like?” Her voice rose. Again I hesitated, expecting resistance. But again, there was none. There was no going back now. I slid my hand inside the warm and inviting opening. I now felt the softness of his blue boxer shorts and the warmth and smoothness of his groin. Through soft cotton, I felt his balls, small and tightly bunched, a boys balls, I thought. I searched for an opening to his shorts but I couldnt find one in the restricted space in which I was obliged to explore. But through the material, I could still. It turned our to be an operating brothel. The “girls” and manager were nothing to write home about, and moreover, I felt this was some kind of a test for me or an initiation hazing. I asked what the problem was and she said they bought 3 TVs still in boxes and needed to be set up. I opened the boxes and used my furniture movers to position them in the rooms, and set up each. When finished, I told the manager, and she operated each one and said good job. The she said “We can tip you.” and.