"I'm not complaining..." He pressed down, making her mouth take more of him. She went with it until the dive threatened to go too far, then she came o...f him, scowling. "Hey, lemme do what I'm doing. No need to get rough." His face darkened and his hand tightened fast in her hair. She’d inadvertantly triggered something primal. "No need? You don't call the shots here. I'll show you what I fuckin' need." He shoved his cock back inside Laney's mouth and pushed her head down hard and far, so that. I followed her back inside noticing that her makeshift skirt hardly covered her arse and OMG what a damn fine arse it was, I offered her a pick of some of Florence’s clothes which would be a good fit and like a gentleman I followed her up the stairs. By the time we got to the top I was dribbling at the sight of her bubble butt and the sweet pink lips between her legs, surely she knew I was looking. I handed her a white thong which I was sure would fit and she pulled them up and then raised her. We respectively walked and waddled across the sidewalk to where a doorman/ bouncer, who looked like a biker, acknowledged Brad with a friendly enough ‘Hello, Mr. Rankin.’ The lobby was shabby carpet, cigarette smoke, and a peculiar smell, which I soon came to know was disinfectant. Behind what had been the snack bar stood a tired blond, selling condoms and various sex toys. A zombie. I’m not sure she even noticed us as Brad directed me to an unmarked door. The manager’s office was a small. He used his deft fingers and the door beeped once. He quickly opened them and rushed inside.He had no time to spare.He rushed through the small hallway and into the bedroom/living room. He knew what to do. Collect the trash from the bins. The one in the living room and the one in the bathroom. That done he rushed towards to the window. Pulled the white satin curtains. The sun was so bright it almost hurt his eyes. Opening the windows he let the fresh air rush inside the room. Morning city.