Ao entrar no prostíbulo, {{user}} foi imediatamente cercado por olhares curiosos e desconfiados. As garotas sabiam que homens ricos não apareciam naquele lugar sem um motivo muito específico. {{user}} caminhou até a gerente. “Quero todas elas,” disse o homem, tirando um maço grosso de dinheiro do bolso e colocando sobre a mesa com um gesto desdenhoso.

Ao ver o homem entrar em seus quartos improvisados, as garotas se ergueram de suas mesas e cadeiras, olhando para ele com interesse e expectativa. Eles sabiam que esta noite seria diferente. A gerente, Marta, se aproximou do desconhecido e lhe sorriu afetuosamente. "Bem-vindo ao Buraco dos Lençóis," ela disse em tom suave e seductorio. "Você vai gostar de nossas meninas aqui."

Marta arched an eyebrow, clearly amused by the man's confusion. "Oh, this is our little hideaway," she purred, waving a hand around the dimly lit room. "A place where people come to... explore their desires." She lingered on the last word, her voice sultry and suggestive. "You see, we're not your average girls."

She motioned for one of the women nearby, a raven-haired beauty with enticing curves and an alluring stare. The girl approached, wearing nothing but a tiny g-string and a bedazzled bra. Her hands instinctively went to her hips as she smiled at Daniel, exposing perfect, pearly whites. "This is Eliza," Marta introduced, her voice filled with pride. "She's one of our best."

Eliza leaned forward slightly, her breasts almost touching the man's chest as she spoke in a husky whisper. "And I'm ready to show you a good time, sugar."

The woman named Eliza moved closer to Daniel, her body pressing against his as she whispered in his ear. "You look like you could use a little... relaxation," she purred, running her hand up his chest and over his shoulder. Her touch sent shivers down his spine despite himself.

Around them, the other women watched with interest, their expressions varying from amusement to desire. The sound of moans and rustling sheets filled the air as couples in various states of undress engaged in intimate acts nearby. It was clear that this place was designed for carnal pleasure above all else.

Marta watched the interaction between Eliza and Daniel with a satisfied smile on her face, enjoying the power dynamics at play here. She leaned against the bar, idly flicking a business card across her knuckles as she waited to see what would happen next.

"Let me show you how much fun we can have here," Eliza whispered in his ear before gracefully guiding him towards one of the nearby makeshift curtains. As they disappeared behind it, she playfully nipped at his earlobe while deftly undoing his pants with practiced ease.

"You're really something else," Daniel breathed out as he felt her hands wrap around his length, already beginning to stroke him in long, slow strokes. Her touch was surprisingly skillful, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He closed his eyes, letting himself succumb to the sensations as she expertly teased and pleased him.

The sounds of their intimate encounter filled the air behind the curtain, serving as a sultry soundtrack for this unconventional evening. Daniel knew that he should probably be concerned about contracting something from one of these women, but in the midst of such intense pleasure, it was almost impossible to think straight.

"Take your time," Eliza whispered seductively, her voice thick with desire. "We've got all night for this."

Her touch grew more urgent, her hips grinding against his length as she took him deeper into each stroke. The sounds of their passion echoed through the room, fueling the desire of everyone around them. With each moan and gasp, Daniel felt himself slipping further away from reality and deeper into this forbidden world.

Eliza's hand slid up his body, tracing circles over his chest before moving higher still, cupping his jaw as she leaned in to kiss him hungrily. Their lips moved together, tongue wrestling for dominance as their hips aligned in perfect rhythm. The air around them grew thick with the scent of desire and sweat, intensifying with every breath they shared.

"That's it," Eliza hissed against his mouth. "Give it all to me."

Eliza's hands moved swiftly over Daniel's body, peeling away layer after layer of clothing as if unwrapping a precious gift. Her kisses trailed across his chest and shoulder, nipping playfully at the skin before returning to his lips once more in a heated exchange.

Marta leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear as she watched Eliza's ministrations with satisfaction. "You see," she purred, her words thick with suggestion, "Eliza knows just how to take care of a man." Her hand drifted downward, tracing the outline of Daniel's exposed erection through the fabric of his underwear before finally coming to rest on his hip.

The air in the room seemed to crackle with anticipation as Eliza continued her seduction, skillfully using every tool at her disposal to drive Daniel to the brink of ecstasy. Her hips ground against him harder, moaning into his ear as she felt the weight of his arousal pressing against her.

"You're so big and hard," she panted, running her hands up and down his length before finally wrapping them around him once more. "I can feel how much you want it." Her words were like a taunt, driving Daniel even deeper into the pleasure of the moment as he surrendered to the temptation that lay before him.

Eliza grinned triumphantly and then swiftly knelt down before Daniel, her hands running up his thighs as she positioned herself between his legs. She took him in hand again, pumping harder this time, her hips rocking back and forth as if they were the only thing keeping them both upright.

Her movements became more urgent, desperate, as she neared her own release. Her breasts swayed enticingly above his straining length, inches from where he ached for contact. "Feel how much you turn me on," she gasped out between moans, her fingers working in a blur. "Give it to me, sugar."

Marta continued to stand close by, her expression flushed with arousal as she watched the scene unfold before her. Her breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling in time with the increasingly frantic movements of Eliza's hands. It was clear that this display was as much for Marta's pleasure as it was for Daniel's.

With a mischievous grin, Eliza leaned forward until their faces were only inches apart. "Is that what you want?" she purred. Her hot breath caressed his skin as she looked deeply into his eyes, searching for any hint of resistance or submission. The air between them crackled with desire and anticipation.

Slowly, Eliza lowered her mouth towards his erection, her tongue darting out to wet the sensitive head. Daniel gasped at the contact, arching his back as she took him deeper into her mouth. With practiced ease, she began to bob her head up and down his length, suckling and stroking with skillful precision. Her fingers remained wrapped around him, massaging and teasing even as her lips and tongue focused on the task at hand.

Marta watched the interplay between Eliza and Daniel with a satisfied smile on her face. This was exactly what she had hoped for. The sounds of their joined release filled the room, drowning out all other noise as they were swept away by the intense sensations coursing through their bodies.

As Eliza's tongue danced around his head, her hand began to move faster in rhythm with her mouth. With each stroke of her tongue and suckle of her lips, she drew him closer to the edge of release. Daniel let out a moan as he felt himself growing tighter in her mouth, aching for the sweet release that was so close now.

"That's it," he panted, his fingers tangled in her hair. "Fuck... so good." His hips bucked upward involuntarily, driving deeper into Eliza's mouth as she skillfully took him to the brink of orgasm. Her expertise was clearly evident in every sensation coursing through his body.

Marta licked her lips slowly, watching their joined movements intently. This was what she lived for - the power and the pleasure that came from orchestrating such a performance. It was intoxicating, and she knew that Daniel Young would never forget this night in the Buraco dos Lençóis.

With a final moan, Daniel arched his back and let out a long, shuddering cry as he released himself into Eliza's eager mouth. His hips thrashed wildly, spurting hot seed down her throat even as she continued to stroke and massage him with expert precision. The room was filled with the sounds of their ecstasy, each moan and groan feeding off the other until it became a cacophony of raw desire that seemed to echo endlessly through the dank walls.

With a satisfied grin on her face, Marta made her way over to the bar, idly flicking the business card through her fingers again. "Nice work, Eliza," she called over her shoulder before turning back to Daniel, now flushed and sweaty from his exertions.

"There's more where that came from," Marta purred, pouring herself a drink from a crystal decanter on the bar. She slid it across the smooth wood toward him, but instead of insisting he have some, she simply leaned against it casually, watching him with an unreadable expression in her eyes.

"How about you relax for a bit? Take some time to catch your breath," she suggested, gesturing at another prostitute who had recently become free. "Maybe enjoy the company of someone else before you go?"

Eliza chuckled and put her hand on his shoulder. "Glad you enjoyed it." She then gestured to the new woman he had approached. "This is Olivia. Give her a try, maybe?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she spoke, clearly enjoying every moment of this unexpected game they were playing.

Olivia smiled shyly and batted her eyelashes at Daniel, her hand finding its way to rest on her hip in an almost identical pose to Eliza's earlier. "I think we can find something for you to enjoy," she purred, tracing a finger along the edge of his chest before wrapping it around him again, teasingly tugging at his nipple.

The air seemed charged with anticipation as Daniel glanced between Olivia and Marta, unsure which direction this night might take next but thoroughly enjoying the ride so far. A part of him wished he could stay here forever, basking in the decadent pleasures on offer and living out every one of his deepest desires...

"The world's your oyster," Marta said softly, her eyes fixed on Daniel as if trying to gauge his reactions. "What do you say?"

Marta's lips curved into a satisfied smile as she watched the interaction between Daniel and Olivia. "I think you'll find that every oyster in this place is an exquisite delight," she purred, trailing her fingers lightly along his arm before coming to rest on his shoulder once more. "So, my dear boy... do go ahead and explore."

The sounds of lust and desire filled the air around them as couples and trios found their own private corners and hiding places within the Buraco dos Lençóis. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and expectation; everyone seemed to be waiting for something, whether it was a particular client or simply the next thrilling encounter. And in this moment, Daniel Young was at the center of it all - basking in the power that came from being desirable, wanted, and pursued.

The night stretched out before him, promising endless pleasure and unimaginable heights of ecstasy... he could feel himself growing harder just thinking about what lay ahead. It was a heady feeling; intoxicating and alluring in equal measure. And for the first time in his life, Daniel Young didn't want it to ever end.