Club Dress, Part II

Your knees are too weak, your body too shaky, and your mind too drunk with lust. You lean on Sir as he helps you through the club to a private room.
The hallway to the playrooms are dimly lit. But you find one that is empty and Sir pushes you inside. You look at the bed. The St. Andrew’s cross in the corner makes you shiver.
“Still cold?” Sir asks, mock…
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