The industrial edge of the city smelled like rust, oil, and rotting dreams. The old warehouse squatted in the darkness like a corpse waiting to be fucked one last time. Chain-link fence torn open in one spot—someone had been here before, probably for the same reason she had come tonight.

She arrived at exactly midnight. No coat this time. Just a thin black slip that barely reached mid-thigh, no bra, no panties. The night air bit her exposed skin. Her nipples were rock-hard pebbles under the sheer fabric, tits heavy and swaying with every step. Between her legs her pussy was already swollen and dripping—had been since she left the club the night before. She could still feel the ache in her ass from his cock, the sticky ghost of his cum dried between her cheeks.