Carol, The Saga Continues

You will walk into the After Shock, dressed to kill, hair in a bun, wearing your glasses. A prudish looking girl in a sexy dress, it doesn't get any better. You will walk to Greg and Don's table and offer to buy them a drink. Then the three of you will retire to one of the private viewing rooms. I have reserved one in your name. You will allow Greg and Don to do whatever they desire with you and to you. And this time make it look like you like it.

This is your last fucking chance.

Sweet Dreams Bitch,

J C

Carol didn't sleep well Sunday night; her mind wouldn't stop fretting long enough to allow her to relax. When Monday morning arrived, she was a wreck but she took her shower and prepared for work as normal. Her throat was still sore from Saturday night, Greg's cock was so big and she had never deep throated before. She didn't have the usual spring in her walk either, Don had abused her pussy with his massive rod and Carol could still feel him inside of her.

Monday evening came much too quickly and Carol's cab pulled up to the After Shock. Carol paid her fare and gave the cabbie a nice tip and a smile as she exited the cab. As she strolled up to the door, several young men lingering outside took notice. Carol was dressed in a black leather mini skirt, a pale yellow short sleeve blouse, so sheer it hid nothing from view. Her stockings were a sheer suntan color and she wore five inch ankle strap heels. Her long blond hair was done in a French Twist and she wore gold, wire rimmed glasses with a round shape.

Carol entered the After Shock and immediately took notice of the cozy surroundings. She thought that under normal circumstances, she might enjoy a place like this, but doubted that would be the case this evening. She spotted Don at a table in the far corner of the room. Greg was returning from the restroom when he saw her standing there. He approached her from behind, startling her a little as he spoke to her from behind her back.

"Are you lost, pretty lady?"