Rain hammered the cracked pavement outside the club like it wanted to wash the city’s sins away. It failed. The air inside was worse—thick with cigarette smoke, stale cum, sweat, and the sharp tang of fresh piss from the overflowing urinals where men jerked off in plain sight.

She stepped through the heavy black door wearing a dress so tight it looked painted on. Black. Wet. Clinging to every curve. Her fat tits strained against the cheap lace bra underneath, nipples already hard little peaks stabbing through the fabric from the cold and from the dirty thoughts that had been crawling through her mind all day. Between her thighs her pussy was already slick, lips swollen, clit throbbing like a second heartbeat. She hadn’t worn panties. No point. She came here to get used.