We walked up to Luca’s, the dirtiest bar I could find in the area for my filthy little sluts. Laila and Sage walked together beside me, Laila’s arm looped around Sage’s, both their eyes wide with excitement and my c*m decorating their pretty faces.
When I opened the door, a cloud of smoke drifted out from the inside. After I gestured for them to enter, I followed them into the smoky room. Stripper poles stood in the center of the bar with cheap dancers dressed in raggedy clothes.
While we never attended places so run-down, neither Laila nor Sage seemed to mind. If Laila were with Bethany the b***h, she wouldn’t dare step into a bar this disgusting, but she was here with me and Sage tonight, being my good little w***e.
Older men looked over at my girls, who had my c*m all over their face
