Vanessa was walking at random, not paying attention to which way she turned at each corner. Choosing to turn, or cross the road, depending on whether there was traffic or not.
She was able to turn down the innuendos and suggests that seemed to accompany every -fucking- step. The constant jiggle and shimmy reminding her how she'd failed Rose, and the price she was paying. Hell! Even walking felt like a cock-tease, her hips moving far more than they had as a guy, and in different ways, too.
Each pace landing firmly, sending a ripple up through her body. Her arse felt a mile wide, and it was next to impossible to stop her hands bumping against them as she walked. And those tits, -Jesus- Those tits, so firm and so high, they felt like they were ready to leap free if she hurried.
Some of the comments she heard, spiked in her imagination. The lewd suggestions more graphic, and horrifyingly easy to picture. Her position, far different from before. Instead of having his cock sucked, she was the one on her knees. Hands holding her down, keeping her in place. Her protests, and fights too weak to be serious. Her mouth wide with a cock jammed tight in her mouth, her lips forming a seal. Her tongue incapable of not exploring the intruder. The more she pictured it, the more real it became. The gagging sensation, the stale taste.
Shuddering and closing her eyes, she stopped, but the fantasy continued, the salty blast of cum filling her mouth. She almost puked, just from that alone.
Fighting down the bile rising in her throat, Vanessa looked up.
Horrified, to find a giant yellowing poster of her, with only a few strategically placed quotes.
"Vixen Vanessa always satisfies."
The bouncer at the door waves to her, as if expecting her. "Side entrance, toots." he nods his head towards the alley beside the main building. "You can't give away the goods, and still expect them to howl for more inside."
He looks like he could only be a bouncer, all muscle and no brains. Shuddering you realise he thinks he's smarter than you... Smarter then Vanessa.
"The Corral." Flashes off and on, above the door. A lasso appearing around a startled women in garish neon. Her capture, her surprise shown in cartoonish shock. Your lip curls in contempt, trying to forget this was where you met Lucy. 'Luscious Lucy', with those lips that promised heaven in a blow-job.
A flicker of a smile crosses your face, as you remember the first encounter. It was truly mind-blowing. You've never felt more sleazy than now lit by gaudy neon, with your tig ol' bits round, firm and gloriously on display.
It's impossible to believe you ended up here by chance. Well, that and the fact the bouncer knows you, and your ex is a witch. A curl of cigarette smoke rises from the side door. It's lit by the framed light as the door opens.
The desire to run, the desperate urge to flee grips you, but your body refuses to comply. You look to the strip club, and know that your future lies there... and perhaps if Rose forgives you, perhaps beyond it too.
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