Men sat in darkened booths, drinking, or gathered around the fringes of a large central stage. The stage featured a stripping pole, but the buxom brunette under the spotlight wasn't using it. She was completely naked, kneeling with her legs spread, and pumping a large blue dildo in and out of her twat as she moaned sluttily. Occasionally men would throw money at her. She ignored it, letting it fall to the stage, focused on her masturbation. In amongst the darkened tables, women moved. All of them were buxom and topless, their breasts bobbing as they moved from man to man, taking orders and delivering drinks. Some wore short skirts like Laura’s. Others wore only panties. At least one was completely nude, her shaved cunt displayed to the world. All of them wore high heels. Laura felt her cunt wettening, and cursed it. She wasn't even on her pills - she shouldn't be acting slutty. But so much bare female flesh was causing a reaction in Laura anyway. She felt her cheeks growing hot and her breathing quickening. These women were beautiful, and sexy, and on display, and they reminded Laura very strongly of the images she had been looking at while being machine-fucked at the Mayim Clinic. As she stood staring at the den of eroticism, she felt a hand take hold of her arm, and she turned to see a roughly handsome man with an unshaven face wearing a suit. "Are you the bitch David sent?" the man asked. Laura wanted to say she wasn't a bitch, but starting japanese an argument wasn't a way to start a new job, and she needed this job. "Yes," she said instead. "I'm Laura." "Laura's no public good," he said. "It's not a stripping name. You can be Kitten Tits." "What?" asked Laura. "Don't 'what' me," the man replied, irritated. "You're already late to work. Next time you start at 5 pm, okay? Your name here is Kitten Tits. That's what you introduce yourself as, that's what you answer to. You don't use your real name because you don't want the customers following you home, okay?" "Okay," said Laura. She remembered her rule about calling her breasts degrading names, and wondered if she was allowed to say, "Kitten Tits" or would have to say "Kitten Fuckhandles". She decided that Kitten Tits was probably okay in the context of her name. The teen man looked her over. He smiled and told me why would I do that, it was the best view I have ever seen in my life. “Do teen you want something to drink? She flailed around as she struggled to take my shirt off. Only it didn't: one ASRAAM lost lock and flew harmlessly past the target. Then she put her mouth up to his ear. She reacted positively and he continued his spanking. She asked. He rubbed my stomach and ran his fingers along the waistband of my pants. I thought about thrusting my fingers between my thighs and rubbing myself. I don’t care if he wants to be touchy, what does it matter now? Part of him was scared. She moved faster and faster then stopped holding her breath and pressing her genitals down on my mouth while I drove my tongue public onto her clit sucking her little nub into my mouth while she howled ecstatically above me. 'Promise' she said closing her lips over his. What is your name by the way? I know it's 'inappropriate' and all that, but no one is ever going to find out. He’ll be leaving soon.” They spent the next several minutes washing me from head to toe. We had carried two stout pole like japanese branches and a sheet of canvas with us. “Angus on the other hand…” Tegan continued “He takes what he wants when he wants it. She reeled around to see the boy coming at her with a frenzied look in his eye.