She hesitated, her eyes flashing with defiance, but the oil's lingering effects made her body betray her, her thighs trembling. She climbed onto the table, her dress bunched around her hips, and I pushed her down onto her stomach, her ass up, her legs spread. I poured the oil over her, the liquid dripping down her skin, pooling between her cheeks. She gasped, her body shuddering as the oil worked its magic, amplifying every sensation. I positioned myself behind her, doggy-style, my hands gripping her hips, my cock hard against her.

"You're a filthy slut, Sarah," I said, my voice dripping with venom as I pressed the tip of my cock against her ass, the oil slick and warm. "You think you can hide behind someone else's orders? You're just a weak little bitch." I pushed in, slow at first, the tightness making me groan, her body tensing as she moaned, loud and desperate. The oil made her hypersensitive, her hips bucking involuntarily as I thrust deeper, my hands digging into her flesh.

"Fuck," she gasped, her voice breaking, her body shaking as another orgasm hit her, the oil driving her wild. "Oh, god…"

"Tell me who," I growled, thrusting harder, my cock filling her, the rhythm relentless. "Who's pulling your strings, huh? You're nothing but a puppet, Sarah. A dirty, pathetic toy." Her moans turned to whimpers, her hands clawing at the table, the oil making her cum again, her body convulsing under me.

"I… I can't," she panted, her voice weak, her face pressed against the table. "They'll… ruin me."

"Ruin you?" I laughed, cold and sharp, my thrusts slowing but deep, making her squirm. "Look at you now, slut. Getting fucked in the ass like a cheap whore. You're already ruined." I leaned over her, my breath hot against her ear. "Tell me, or I keep going until your ass fucking prolapse."

She sobbed, her body trembling, another climax ripping through her as the oil's effects overwhelmed her. "It's… Vanessa Harding," she finally gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "She tells me what to do. She's got… dirt on me. Please, don't…"

"Vanessa," I repeated, my mind racing, but I didn't let up, thrusting harder, her moans filling the booth. "You let her turn you into this? A spineless little cunt who hurts people to save her own ass?" Her body shook, another orgasm hitting, her cries muffled against the table. "You're fucking disgusting, Sarah. You don't deserve shit."

I felt the heat building, my cock throbbing inside her, the Sensual Massage Oil making every thrust electric, her moans echoing in the cramped booth. Sarah's body shook beneath me, her dress bunched up, her skin slick and glistening. I pulled out, my breath heavy, and grabbed her blonde hair, yanking her off the table. She stumbled to her knees, her dress a wrinkled mess, her face flushed and tear-streaked, the oil's effects still making her tremble. "Open your mouth, bitch," I ordered, stroking myself, the oil slick on my cock, amplifying every sensation.

She obeyed, her lips parting, her eyes burning with humiliated defiance. I came hard, thick ropes of cum splattering her face, dripping into her blonde hair, streaking her cheeks and lips, some catching on her eyelashes. She flinched, her breath ragged, cum glistening under the booth's dim red light. "Don't clean it," I said, zipping up, my voice icy. "You're gonna crawl out of here like the pathetic slut you are. On your knees, now. Like a fucking dog."

Sarah's eyes widened, her jaw tightening. "No way," she spat, her voice shaky but stubborn, wiping at her face with a trembling hand.

I stepped closer, my hand flashing out, slapping her cheek—not hard enough to bruise, but sharp enough to sting. Her head snapped to the side, and I grabbed her hair, yanking her face close to mine, my cock twitching in my jeans. I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "I'll fuck you in the middle of this fucking place for everyone to see if you don't," I muttered, my voice low, venomous. "Every freak in here will watch you scream. Now, on your knees."

Her breath hitched, her eyes darting, but she sank to all fours, her hands and knees hitting the sticky floor, cum dripping from her face onto the ground. "Move," I said, stepping toward the curtain. She crawled after me, her movements slow, her dress dragging, her face a mess of cum and shame. I pushed the curtain aside, and we stepped into the club's main room, the neon lights and pounding EDM swallowing us.

Eyes turned—men on all fours who didn't have blindfolds, women lounging on their backs, naked waitresses pausing mid-step. Sarah's crawl drew stares, her cum-streaked face glowing under the purple lights, her blonde hair matted. Whispers and laughs rippled through the crowd, and she kept her head down, her cheeks burning red, her body trembling as she moved. I walked slow, letting everyone see, letting her feel the weight of their gazes.

We reached Miko, still perched on her human table, her pink hair vibrant, her smirk wider than ever. I stopped, looking down at Sarah, her arms shaking as she held herself up. Without a word, I sat on her back, my weight pressing her down. She squirmed, her elbows buckling slightly, barely holding me up, her breath coming in sharp gasps. "Stay still, bitch," I said, my voice cold. "You're nothing but furniture now."

I snapped my fingers at a passing waitress, her naked skin catching the light, her tray balanced with glowing cocktails.

"Whiskey," I said, my tone sharp. She blinked, surprised, her eyes flicking to Sarah, then nodded and hurried off.

Miko leaned forward, her smile wicked. "Well, Marlowe, you're full of surprises," she said, sipping her cherry juice, unfazed by the scene.

Sarah's body trembled under me, her arms straining, her face inches from the floor, cum still dripping from her chin. My fingers, still slick with oil, slid under her dress, finding her pussy, wet and sensitive. I pushed two fingers inside, and she gasped, her body jerking as the oil's magic took hold. She came hard, squirting onto the floor, her moans loud and desperate, her body shaking as the crowd watched, some cheering, others laughing. I smirked, pulling my hand back and smacking her ass, the sound sharp over the music, leaving a red mark on her skin.

"You're a fucking disgrace, Sarah," I said, my voice low, dripping with contempt. "A dirty little whore, crawling through this shithole with cum on your face. This is what you deserve." Her breath hitched, her body still trembling from the orgasm, her humiliation complete.

I leaned back, my weight still on her, and lit a cigarette, the smoke curling up as I exhaled. "Delilah's special to me," I said, my voice quieter now, but hard. "She's kind, real, doesn't hurt people for fun. And you? You're a pathetic puppet, bullying her because someone told you to. I don't even like doing this fucked-up shit—it's not me. But for her, I'll play dirty. I'll break you if it means she's safe." I flicked ash onto the floor, my eyes on Sarah's shaking form. "Vanessa's next, by the way. Whoever she is."

Sarah didn't respond, her arms quivering, her face hidden, cum streaking her hair. The waitress returned with my whiskey, setting it on Miko's table, her eyes wide but silent. I took a sip, the burn grounding me, and stood, easing off Sarah's back. She collapsed slightly, catching herself, still on all fours, her breath ragged.

"Huh… that was easy enough," I muttered, the nicotine calming my pulse. Vanessa was a problem for later. For now, Sarah was done, and Kim's dress was waiting.

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Milestone Reached!

Partner: Kim

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Reward: 150 EXP

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I'd completely forgotten I hit the milestone with Kim. Nice. With the experience points from Sarah's mess, I was definitely leveled up. Three points to spend—perfect.

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- Evan Marlowe (Lvl 7)

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- Age: 21

- Height: 180 cm

- Weight: 73 kg

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- EXP: [█▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒] 45/777

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I unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside, the dim glow of a lamp casting shadows. Kim was on the couch, fast asleep, that deep blue dress hugging her curves, her short brown hair fanned out. Fuck, I was late. She'd waited for me, probably hoping for that fashion show, and I'd kept her up too long.

I exhaled, shoulders slumping, and walked over. She looked peaceful, her chest rising and falling softly, the dress shimmering faintly. I slid my arms under her, lifting her gently, her warmth against me, and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed, pulling the blanket over her, and brushed a kiss across her forehead.

"Sorry," I muttered, glancing out the window at the city's faint lights.

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- CURRENT STATS

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- Strength: 2

- Charm : 12

- Manipulative Charm

⤷ Honeyed Words (⏹⏹☐☐☐)

⤷ Gaslight (⏹☐☐☐☐)

- Emotional Charisma

- Seductive Allure

- Libido : 8

- Pleasure: 8

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I didn't overthink it—dumped all three points into Pleasure and confirmed. Libido was tempting, but Pleasure had more edge. At 11 now, it was like turning my dick into fucking cocaine for girls. Level it to 20? Goddamn. I'd need to grind more EXP, but the thought made me grin.

Sitting on the bed's edge, my mind drifted to Vanessa and Sarah. Fucking hell. Sarah's confession about the hidden camera in the office bathroom, selling Delilah's videos to those pervert coworkers—it made my blood boil. I had to track down every creep who bought them. And Vanessa Harding, pulling the strings? She was going to regret crossing Delilah. I'd make sure of it.

"Vanessa Harding…" I muttered, clenching my fist. "We'll meet soon enough, you whore."

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