In the bar/strip club of the hotel, Devon McHenry is sitting at at table with his business partner, Trevor O'Brian. Devon is enjoying his drink and the show. The girls here don't hesitate to go nude and they know how to excite the customers. But Trevor is worried and has not drunk or eaten anything since his arrival.
So Devon asks Trevor: "What's wrong today ? Last time we went to a strip club, you enjoyed the show."
Trevor explains: "Last time we went to a strip club, it was before they brought this thing from Mars that can turn anyone into sex-crazed women. Do you know how difficult it is to run a business now ? This month, I had to fire three of my best employees because they had become nymphomaniacs unable to do anything besides fucking."
"Come on, it's not so bad. No more government, no more taxes." says Devon who lives near Cleveland
"That may be true in Ohio, but here in New York, you have to pay one of the factions to be protected. And if you refuse or fail to pay, they send a bunch of Mamazons to rape you."
Devon remarks: " I have heard that your wealth is now twice what it was last year."
"And I intend to keep it this way. That means I must avoid being turned into a sex-addicted bimbo. This hotel is the headquarter of the Sisterhood, the most powerful faction in New York. I do business with them. But I don't want to become one of them. So why do you stay in this hotel ? They have only two kinds of customers: Fools who don't know what this hotel really is, and volunteers who want to join the Sisterhood."
Devon protests: "Hey, my wife booked this hotel. We only stay here for a few days, and then we go back home. If you don't like this hotel, we can sign our contract somewhere else. Tomorrow, I'll go to your office. Deal ?"
Trevor O'Brian and Devon McHenry shake hands in agreement.
Before his departure, Trevor gives a last advice to his business partner: "Do not trust anyone here. Avoid the security guards. And for Goodness sake, don't fuck any of these women."
Trevor then enters the lift and asks the bellhop to go to the lobby of the Hotel. The lift goes down but, between the 6th and the 7th floor, it suddently stops. The bellhop girl presses a button, asking for help. A woman's voice answers, saying the problem will be fixed in a few minutes.
While they are waiting, Trevor O'Brian observes the girl. Like all the people working in this hotel, she is a very pretty young woman. She has red hair and blue eyes. She wears a sexy uniform: her pink dress is cut down to her belly button, the V-shaped openning reveals almost half of her amble E-cup breasts. Trevor cannot help but staring at those breasts. And the girl is wearing a perfume. Something Tevor has never smelt before. Something sexy.
Trevor starts the conversation: "Hi, I am Trevor O'Brian. Are you irish ?"
"Indeed, I am. Sarah O'Hara. I work here as a bellhop. Are you a guest ?"
"No, I was just visiting a friend. I... I really like your perfume."
"I am not wearing any perfume."
Trevor can't say anything more. His dick is so hard. He knows the girl is infected, probably one of those Skanks who seduce men with their pheromons. He remembers every advice he gave to Devon McHenry. But his sexual desire is overwhelming. Trevor and Sarah stare at each other without saying a word, until Trevor reaches his limit.
Trevor kisses the girl and opens her dress to reveal her lactating nipples. Sarah reciprocates the kiss and pulls down his pants. Sarah wears nothing under her dress, so Trevor can impale her already wet pussy with his hard cock, thrusting in and out as fast as he can. Sarah moans louder and louder until the two climax almost simultanously.
Then the lift starts moving again.
Sarah says: "That was a good first round. Now we can go to the lobby, and we'll never see each other again. Or we can stop at third floor, where there is a empty room if you are ready for round two."
Still under the influence of Sarah's pheromons, Trevor whispers: "Third floor, please."