"The Hardways" nightclub was everything you might expect from a trendy, west coast type nightclub. You had a cavernous main seating area in the shape of an octagon, easily one hundred feet across. The central area was dominated by an eight-sided bar, with a spiral staircase at its center. Classic beats, along with more modern club fare, was piped in through a several thousand watt sound system with speakers strategically placed around the ceiling, as well as other speakers placed around one of the eight phone booth-sized rooms situated amongst the tables and couches that the many well-to-do patrons lounged around.
All of these booths were the main attraction for this particular establishment, constructed of polished slate tile. Various holes were placed along its surface, with sliding barriers that the occupant could open and close to their leisure. Men would then slide various parts of their anatomies into these openings, which the occupant would then attend to. The occupants could charge a fee if they wished, making it an incentive for those who were somewhat strapped for cash.
Leroy, the owner, could be called anything but handsome, despite being dressed in hand tailored business wear. He was shortish at five foot two, in his mid fifties, balding, and fat. But for what he lacked in appearance, he made up for in intelligence and business acumen. The "Booths" were his own idea, as he knew damn well that sex was on everyone's minds. He had decided to provide a safe place for consenting adults to engage in such activities, and only charged the occupants of the booth a nominal fee of 10%.
He surveyed the crowd, and nodded. It was a full, packed house tonight, with everyone spending quite freely. Life was good.
He grinned a little, as a rather innocent-looking forty-something woman, likely a tired mom, wearing a form-fitting pencil skirt paired with somewhat tightly stretched sweater top, exited the booth. She shyly wiped around her glossy, smeared lips, and then licked them clean, as several satisfied men staggered away from the holes they had thrust their manhoods into. She adjusted her glasses, placed a few stray strands of her working-class bun hairstyle back into place, and somewhat clumsily strutted up to Leroy, handing him five hundred dollar bills from the fat stack of cash she had in her hands, just before tucking it away into her purse.
He nodded, pocketed them quickly, and watched as she left the area, escorted by two burly men under his employ. Margaret was an amazing woman, and arguably one of his best earners for the Milf niche. His two goons would make certain she got to her station wagon safely, as she always tipped well.
The booth changed its lights from yellow to red, as the holes closed, with its inner tiled area being flushed and steamed cleaned by an automated, shower-like system. After a single minute, the booth's lights changed to green, signaling that it was then ready for a new occupant(s).<|im_end|>
In the crowd, close to the now free Booth, something Happened:
A very young succubus with the name Meru, age 18, made it into Club and got the attention of a group of guys who were at least five years older than her. Two of them slipped some bags with party drugs into one of her stockings and gave her some naughty attention. She was high and naughty.
As they noticed, the three of them entered the booth and the other Guys started to gather around the holes. Inside the booth, Meru and the two Guys started to get naughty. She opened the holes to let the other Guys into the fun too, as they handed them neon-colored condoms from inside the booth and got ready for the two Guys to fuck her ass and pussy.<|im_end|>