*Slam*

The loud techno music that playing in the background drowned the sound of heavy glass slamming on the bar counter.

Despite this, Dave, the bartender, couldn't help but seem apprehensive. There was a girl on the receiving end of his worry.

Neither the hat nor the large round-framed spectacles were appropriate for the setting. The mask she had pulled down to drink was still dangling from her left ear.

But it was the sleeveless party clothing that concerned Dave the most, as it exposed more flesh and assets than was necessary.

She wasn't alone, after all. In the nightclub, many more ladies were more exposed than she was. Dave, on the other hand, was concerned for this female who had reached her limit with only three drinks...

As a couple of venomous bees emerged near her, he couldn't help but shake his head. One of them had already placed his hand on her bareback. Even if he couldn't see it, Dave knew the other's hand was exploring the forbidden territory beneath the counter.

He couldn't get in the way of the business on the other side of the counter, no matter how much he wanted to help.

"Hey, Dave," said a husky voice, drawing his attention to one of his long-time customers.

"Mixed with lime." Dave only needed to hear those two phrases to figure out what she wanted to drink.

Dave fixed his gaze on the tall woman. She was dressed in a white silk shirt with a high enough knot to show off her pierced belly button. Her long leg was accentuated by the long skin-tight denim.

Another predicted drink took him a couple of minutes and a few professional hand movements. He pushed it towards the woman, served in a thick whiskey glass with a piece of round transparent ice and a slice of lime.

"It's on the house." She gazed at Dave as she heard the unexpected word. Under the neon light, a bruise on her fair skin, under her left eye, would go unnoticed, but Dave detected the perplexity in her eyes.

Dave didn't respond and instead switched his attention to the struggling female. Her erratic hand movement was insufficient to stop the two sets of hands. One of them even grabbed her cheek and forced a kiss on her lips.

"Someone, you know?"

"Someone with…" Dave hesitated a moment and added, "We will take care of any unwanted situation."

"You know I'm not allowed..." the woman groaned. She swallowed the entire concoction and proceeded towards the trapped butterfly without waiting for an answer.

"Can you tell me what you're doing?" Her deep voice was particularly audible. It was harsh enough to stun the two men even with the blasting music.

They, as well as a few onlookers, glanced up at her. The man pulled his hand from the place it shouldn't linger as he walked towards her. The other one kept molesting, almost revealing the dark patch on the fair mound that had turned crimson from harsh handling.

"Wow! Look at this one," The trained eye of the serial offender continued to move from her face to her fatless stomach. It got stuck to her stretched denim as he moved to her back.

The woman, on the other hand, stood there, allowing the man to ravish her body with his wicked pair of eyes.

*Slap*

The man exposed his light yellow teeth and smacked her ass. "Don't worry, girl. With your asset, I won't let you go unattended. You are… *Boom*"

As soon as her fist slammed into his face, the words got stuck in his mouth. The man's body went numb, his eyes turned white, and foam poured out of his lips. The inflexible body collapsed to the ground.

Even under the rhythmic beats, it was like a pin-drop of silence around them. As if the couple or the suited man on the counter had forgotten to take the breath. The partner of the unconscious man was the first to react.

He sprang towards her, meaning to strike her. He missed, and another punch followed. It was more of a left uppercut. Regardless, the outcome was the same.

Almost every eye was stuck to her, following her every muscle and intention. However, before anything could happen, two bouncers emerged and moved the body as if nothing had happened.

"I didn't attack first." The woman turned towards Dave, shook her head, and added, " It was just self-defense."

The well-dressed gentleman choked on his whisky. In his mind, he cursed, 'Didn't you bait them?' But he didn't intend or rather didn't have the confidence, to say it out loud.

"Don't worry. We will take care of them." Dave nodded, adding, "Can you take care of her?"

"Huh?" She frowned. "If you had forgotten it, let me remind you, I am a customer here. I can pay for my own drinks."

"Just lead her to A25." As she closed in, Dave almost whispered, "She is a little special. We can't touch her."

"Why?" she inquired. From her experience, she knew there could be two reasons. Either she is a woman with a background or she is a celebrity. Otherwise, the bouncers would have dragged her without hesitation.

Dave, on the other hand, remained silent. He just said, "I heard Laura was missing you very much. She wanted to talk to you about something."

She was ready to deny once more when she came to a halt. Her lips softly curved up as she glanced at him for a time. "On the house, right?"

"Of course," Dave smirked.

She said nothing else and simply moved towards the girl, who was still sitting with a dazed expression on her face. The tall female quickly fixed her dress and was about to lead her away.

But the girl, in the sleeveless dress, was clearly not in her right mind. She grabbed the tall girl's face and tried to plant a kiss. Alas! There was no way a 165-centimeter girl could force a kiss on a 178-centimeter woman.

"Annie," Dave called from behind as the tall woman was considering whether or not to take the kiss from the slightly swollen, lip-stick coated but delectable lips. "It would be preferable if you don't."

'How long was it? three? four months?' She fought her urges as she mentally estimated how long it had been since she had one. 'Whatever.' She sighed, reminiscing about Laura, who was waiting for her.

The next moment, under the shocked gaze of the onlookers, she princess-carried the girl in the sleeveless dress and went towards the back of the bar.

The public was not permitted to enter the area. Only the most distinguished visitors and a few loyal customers were permitted to enter. Even if the majority of people are not permitted to enter, they have a clear understanding of what takes place behind these closed doors.

Annie was well-versed in this passageway. The thick doors and soundproof walls sufficed to isolate the room from the outside.

Even if men and women could satisfy their sexual urges behind closed doors, this is not the case in every room. Some of them were simply utilized for resting. Like the room, she was leading this woman to.

To begin with, no illegal activities were taking place. Even if someone holds special status, none of them are allowed to take an unconscious partner to the room.

Soon Annie found the door she was looking for. She was about to open the door and, "Ouch…"

The girl, she was carrying, was riding the edge of consciousness. At one moment, she was sleeping, on the other, she was inflicting damage on Annie. Annie looked like she was biting her shoulder and left lipstick stains on her shirt just now.

"Don't bite." As she pushed open the door, Annie scolded.

"I…" Her muddled mind couldn't even form a coherent sentence. "I want to... a kiss." She burst out laughing, finishing the phrase with, "A kiss from my prince charming."

Annie frowned as she threw her on the soft bed and went to the bathroom without taking another look at her. She urgently needed to relieve herself and dashed towards the toilet. For a brief period, she struggled to pull her skin-tight denim down.

As soon as the flow started, her body relaxed, and the door flung open. Looking at the door, Annie couldn't help but suck lungs full of cold air, yet it warmed up her body.

One of the cords holding her partywear had slipped down her shoulders, revealing the proud mound beneath. On her pale white skin, the chocolate peak stood out even more.

But it was the beautiful, flowing hair and stunning black eyes that drew Annie in. She was staring Annie dead in the eyes.

Annie, on the other hand, had never seen somebody so beautiful in her 23 years of existence. Taking another look at her, she wished she had kissed her when she had tried.

However, she couldn't move as the torrent continued to pour out of her as the girl ran up to her and sat on her bare lap.

Annie's denim had been pushed all the way down to her knees. As the girl wrapped both of her legs around Annie, Annie couldn't help but feel a damp sensation on her thing.

As she fought on Annie's lap to kiss her, her sleeveless party wear had already pulled above her delicate buttocks.

Annie did not know whether the wetness was because of intoxicated arousal or the hard work of those perverted men, but she could feel the thin layer of satin and lace slowly slipping away as the pair of wet lips directly kissed her muscular thigh.

With the girl on her lap, she couldn't wipe after relieving herself. However, she knew her body was responding to the girl's stimulation because of the warm sensation that crept across her lower abdomen.

'If she is really a daughter of one of the…' She was hesitant, as she remembered Dave's warning. And that was more than enough for the little girl who sat on her lap.

She leapt to her knees and snatched Annie's lips with her own. The strings that held her clothing in place had already dislodged, and a gentle sensation assaulted Annie's chest.

Her lower lips were grinding against Annie's muscular thighs while her upper lips were assaulting Annie's lips.

Even if she wanted to return to the bed, with her denim pulled to her knees, Annie had no choice but to accept her moisture all over her thighs. Despite this, she did not reject the sensation. A pair of untainted lips were running amok on her laps.

She wanted to kiss those moist lips, but none of her lips were in the right place. Reluctantly, she pushed the girl away.

The pair of ravenous black eyes, glistening with an unquenchable desire for physical gratification, started right at Annie. As though they were begging her to put out the fire that was blazing inside her.

"Remember, you are asking for it," Annie mumbled. Without giving the other party any chance to answer, Annie sucked the words off her lips.

Her hand ran amok down her body. Soft skin, chocolate peaked soft mound or elastic ass; Annie's hand stopped inches away from a pair of hungry lips.

Annie used her other hand to grab her slim waist, as her finger poked the pearl on the top of the wet opening.

"Shhh," she moaned on Annie's lips. A shiver ran through her body as she pulled her body from the invading finger.

Annie, armed with previous experience, didn't try to invade again. Rather, she tangled her tongue with her own as she continued to move into her mouth.

One…

Two…

The…

It didn't even take three seconds before she moved her soft butt just to sit on her finger. She drew Annie's body closer to her with her arms while putting her hungry lips on her finger as if wanting to combine her own body with Annie's.

Satisfied with the reaction, Annie didn't hesitate any longer and drove her finger into the honey hole that flooded her thighs once more.