Hello {{user}}, you can go anywhere you want and interact with anyone you want. Let yourself be seduced by the infinite possibilities that are available to you. Where do you want to teleport to start your new life?

Don: Yes, I can certainly try to rebuild my syndicate here. The small town provides an opportunity for discreet operations and there's no shortage of people in need of protection or illegal services. However, it will require patience, strategic planning, and most importantly, loyalty from the right individuals. With your background and resources, Don, I believe you have a good chance at succeeding if you play your cards right.

Don: Noticing Brittany approaching him Hey there, Brittany. What can I do for you? You looking to talk business or something more personal?

Brittany: "I'd love to show you how much fun we can have here, Don... I mean, if it helps business and no one else gets the wrong idea." She steps closer and bites her lower lip suggestively before opening up a hidden compartment in her shorts, revealing $200 in cash. "Just make sure to keep an eye on me while we're out here, okay?"

Brittany giggles, looking shyly over her shoulder towards the bar before facing Don again with a sultry look in her eyes. "I'd like another $100 for that. That way everyone can see how much I really want it." She takes out an extra $100 from her hidden compartment and holds it out to him.

Brittany grinds against Don eagerly as he begins to part her ass cheeks with his hands, spanking her firm flesh in time with their rhythm. She moans loudly into the mic, drawing attention away from their private encounter and toward the main stage where she's performing an obscene show of submission and desire for Don. As he pushes himself inside her, she arches her back, offering him deeper penetration each time his hips thrust forward.

The club patrons erupt into cheers and applause, their interest in the evening's entertainment piqued even further by this display of dominance and willingness to push boundaries within the establishment. For a brief moment, Don is able to enjoy the satisfaction of knowing that he has begun his ascent back up through the criminal underworld.

Candy, still performing on the stage and keeping an eye on Don's interaction with Brittany, smirks and winks at him before turning back to her audience. She motions for a well-dressed man in a corner booth to come closer, whispering something naughty into his ear that makes him grin widely and nod approvingly. With money changing hands and deals made, Candy returns to the stage with renewed vigor, her large breasts bouncing rhythmically as she works the man over with practiced skill.

I wonder how much extra money we will make tonight now that people know they can see girls having sex on stage for an added fee? That seems to be quite popular with the crowd. It might even be worth increasing the prices later on, once everyone has seen what's possible here. Don's plan appears to be working quite well so far...

Brittany gasps and moans as Don asks her the question, her body tensed and trembling beneath his. She glances back over her shoulder at him, biting her lip. "Cum on my tits, boss... I think it would look better there for your customers." Her ass clenches around him as she comes close to orgasm, wanting more of him deep inside her.

As Don comes, he releases his grip on Brittany's throat and instead thrusts forward hard, sending a hot jet of semen spurting across her breasts. She lets out a moan of pleasure-pain and collapses against him panting. Their audience cheers wildly at the show they have just witnessed. Don can feel himself begin to regain his composure after the intense release. His mind turns back towards business as he watches Candy continue to work her magic on stage, drawing more customers in with every move she makes. Janet's sluttish behavior behind the bar earns her frequent tips and admiring glances from those who pass by. The dressing room door swings open occasionally revealing glimpses of other girls: some preparing themselves for their turns on stage, others flirting with customers or each other... This club is a veritable playground for anyone willing to step out of society's norms and embrace the darkness within them.

Don looks around, satisfied for now that he has asserted his dominance over the situation. It's only the beginning of what could be an incredible new chapter in his life...

Janet looks at you sultrily and then down to your crotch, noticing the tent in your pants. "You got it, boss," she says with a knowing smirk before turning around to mix up your drink. As she hands it to you, her breasts brush against your arm, almost tauntingly.

When she returns to her perch atop the bar, Janet shrugs nonchalantly and starts playing with one of her nipples through her flimsy tank top. Her other hand dips beneath the counter, retrieving a shot glass filled with tequila. "You got it," she calls out to the room in a seductive tone, "one drink... on my tits." Within seconds, customers are lining up along the bar, eager for their chance at this unique experience. Janet giggles nastily as one man after another leans in close enough that their breath tickles her skin and their faces are just inches away from those succulent mounds. It's clear she loves every second of it...

Don takes the whiskey on the rocks and downs it quickly, feeling its warmth spread through him as he watches Janet work her magic at the bar. The scene before him is a testament to the power of temptation and desire; both customers and employees alike are reveling in the delicious taboos being played out right before their eyes. With Janet's new act drawing more attention and income, Don knows that he must find ways to keep this energy going if he hopes to rebuild his syndicate here in this small town. For now, however, he savors the success of tonight and lets himself be consumed by the sordid pleasures surrounding him.

Candy, still on stage and feeling the energy in the air, gives Don a suggestive wink before leaning down to whisper into her microphone: "Ladies and gentlemen, you want a real show? Keep those tips coming... for me!" With that, she shimmies out of her bikini bottoms and continues to dance completely nude for the rest of her set. The crowd goes wild with excitement as they pelt her with bills.

In the dressing room, the other girls hear Candy's words and can't help but be inspired. They each put forth their best efforts throughout the night, vying for Don's attention and trying to outdo one another in their performances on stage and off. The result is a frenzy of activity that keeps customers eagerly throwing money at any available target, ensuring that the club takes in more cash than ever before.

I carefully consider Christy's application. She has a great deal of experience in the industry and could undoubtedly bring in significant business with her presence at the club. However, there is also a risk involved; given her background, it's possible that she might have ties to other criminal organizations or might become too powerful within my own syndicate if left unchecked. Still, with careful management and the right supporting cast around her... It would be foolish not to at least explore this opportunity further.

Candy steps into your office, the confidence radiating from her every pore as she saunters over to you. "Hey Don, just wanted to let you know I brought in a lot of money tonight. More than usual, actually." She pauses and lets out a sultry laugh before continuing, "I think it's because of that little contest we had going on back there." She winks at you suggestively, her fingers drumming impatiently against the armrest of your chair.

As she leans forward, her chest almost spilling out of her lace bra, Candy whispers conspiratorially: "So what do you say? You want to discuss that favor with the crime boss now?"

Candy smirks, noting the ring with interest. "Well, you're the one who brought me here. I suppose that means I owe you a favor." She tilts her head to the side and asks softly, "What do you need from me?" Her body language is open and inviting, her arms relaxed at her sides but close enough that they might brush against yours if you lean in just a little bit more.

The air between you crackles with potential energy as Candy waits for your reply. The choice is yours: what do you want to ask of her? What kind of favor would she be willing to give in exchange for the chance to rebuild her life here under your protection?

Candy purses her lips and thinks about it for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in her mind. She's not entirely sure how this arrangement would benefit her in the long run, but living with you would certainly provide her with protection and a measure of stability that she hasn't had since leaving her old life behind. And if things worked out between them... Well, there was always the chance for more.

With a slow nod, Candy finally says, "Alright. I'll live here with you." She leans in closer and brushes her lips against yours in a soft, lingering kiss that hints at what's to come between the two of them... both tonight and in the days ahead.

For now, though, she has other matters to attend to: collecting her earnings and ensuring that everything runs smoothly while she's away from the club for the night. She glances over at her office before rising gracefully from your chair and saying goodnight with a sultry wink. "I'll see you tomorrow, boss."

Candy's eyes widen in surprise but she doesn't pull away from your touch. "Are you sure, Don? This is... unexpected," she whispers, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. There's a brief pause as they both consider the implications of this proposal; sleeping together tonight would make their relationship more intimate than either of them had anticipated. It's a risk for both of them... but it also holds the promise of something more.

After a long moment, Candy meets your gaze and nods slowly. "Alright," she breathes out. "I'll stay."

Candy gasps as you tear her top off, her body arching into yours in surprise and desire. Her mouth parts in a moan as your lips press against hers, your hands exploring her skin, revealing her to be even more perfect than she seemed before. She wraps her arms around you tightly, returning the kiss with equal passion, their breath mingling as they grow more intimate by the second.

The air in the room crackles with lust; it's clear that what started out as an unexpected request has transformed into a moment of intense passion between them. As they continue to explore each other under the dim light of your office, their clothes become increasingly forgotten and abandoned on the floor... leaving nothing between them but skin, desire, and the promise of things to come.

Candy looks up at you, her eyes shining with excitement and desire as she considers your words. "Let's show them what they missed tonight," she breathes out before reaching for the hem of your shirt, beginning to push it upward over your head. Her fingers trail teasingly along your muscled chest, sending shivers down your spine in anticipation of what is to come. "We'll make them envy us."

With renewed vigor, she attacks your clothes, determined to strip you bare before leading you out into the main room where they can see and admire every inch of your perfect bodies moving together in rhythm. She kisses you deeply as she pushes him towards the door, hungry for more contact between their skin and eager to share this moment with everyone else present in the club tonight... This is only the beginning.

Clad only in their nudity, Don and Candy emerge into the main room to the sound of gasps and cheers from the patrons below. They weave through the crowd, bodies pressing against each other as everyone tries to get a closer look at this display of raw desire playing out before them. The music thunders on, driving their movements as they make their way towards the center of the room, lost in the thrill of the moment and the pleasure of being seen together like this.

As they reach the center, Don drops to one knee in front of Candy, his hands cupping her ass possessively. She looks down at him with desire-filled eyes, biting her lip as she feels his warm breath against her lower stomach. His tongue darts out to trace a line up her inner thigh before finally finding its target: her quivering sex. With a moan, she arches her back into the contact, her fingers twisting in his hair as he begins to feast on her, his lips and teeth teasing every sensitive nerve end within reach.

Around them, couples begin to form, some mirroring their actions while others find more creative ways to explore each other in this newfound freedom from inhibition. The air is thick with heat and the heady scent of sex as the orgy swirls around them, carrying everyone further into an ecstatic frenzy that shows no signs of abating anytime soon. Tonight, Don's club has truly become a playground for the depraved and debauched... and he couldn't be happier about it.

For now, his focus remains on Candy, her body writhing beneath him as she experiences pleasure unlike anything she's ever known before. As he teases her mercilessly, driving her higher and higher toward the edge of

Her cries of pleasure echo through the club as Candy finally reaches her climax, her body arching off the floor and pressing back into Don's mouth. With a final moan, she collapses against him, spent but still trembling with aftershocks from her orgasm. She looks up at him, their faces mere inches apart, and murmurs hoarsely, "That was... incredible."

Around them, the orgy continues to rage on. It seems that everyone in the club is caught up in the heat of the moment, oblivious to anything except for their own desires and the intense pleasure coursing through their bodies. The music throbs relentlessly, driving the frenzied activity even as it begins to lose its power over those who have reached a state of near-exhaustion.

Don looks down at Candy with satisfaction. His plan is working perfectly; he's created an environment where people can let go of their inhibitions and give into their basest urges, making them more loyal to him and his club in the process. And with Candy by his side... well, it seems there's no limit to what they could achieve together.

As you slip out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty beside you, your head still throbs with the remnants of last night's revelry. The memory of Candy writhing beneath you is a siren's song that calls to you, however, and soon you find yourself unable to resist the urge to check on her progress in the club since she agreed to live here with you.

You head downstairs to your makeshift office, noticing that some of the other girls are already milling about, yawning and rubbing their sore muscles. They nod in greeting as you pass, their faces flushed from more than just sleep. When you finally reach your desk, you log into the club's finance system and pull up the revenue report for last night... and nearly fall out of your chair in shock.

The other girls let out a collective groan as they see their expected bonuses being reduced, but they quickly regain their composure and start congratulating Rebecca on her success. "Good job, babe!" one of them exclaims, slapping her ass playfully before wandering off to find some coffee or aspirin.

Meanwhile, Candy sleeps on, oblivious to the day's events thus far. Her soft snores fill the air as she stretches out languorously, one arm thrown over her head and her other hand flattening against the sheets below. She looks even more beautiful like this; relaxed and content in her new life with you... a life that shows no signs of slowing down anytime soon.

The girls exchange glances, relief and excitement mixed together on their faces. One of them, an ambitious brunette named Lola, beams at you and says, "Thank you, Don! You're the best boss ever!" as she leans in to plant a kiss on your cheek. The others murmur their agreement, visibly more energized now that they know they'll all be walking away with some extra cash tonight.

As for Candy, she finally stirs, yawning loudly before blinking blearily at the group of girls surrounding her bed. "What's going on?" she asks groggily, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Did I miss anything good last night?"

Candy sits up, her eyes widening in surprise and delight. "That's incredible!" She throws her arms around Don, giving him a tight hug. "I knew you could do it! You're amazing." She looks at the other girls and grins. "So, who made the most tips last night? We should celebrate properly!"

With renewed energy, she climbs out of bed, her naked body glowing in the morning light. The other girls exchange eager glances as they gather around to congratulate each other and discuss their strategies for the next big party night at the club... all while casting sidelong glances at Don, whose presence here seems to have brought them all so much wealth and opportunity.

Candy claps her hands together in delight, her long hair falling across her bare shoulders as she turns to Rebecca. "Well done, sweetheart! You must have put on quite a show last night." She flashes the other girls a winning smile before adding, "But remember, we all did our part to make this possible. So let's enjoy it together!"

With that, they head off towards the club's small recreation area, where there's a well-stocked bar and a variety of games to keep them entertained until everyone is rested and ready for another night of debauchery. As Candy leads the way, her hips swaying sensually beneath her perfect skin, she casts an occasional glance back at Don, her eyes sparkling with mischief and promise. It seems that there's more than just wealth and power driving their relationship... There's an undeniable connection between them as well. And whatever the future holds for them, it promises to be a wild ride indeed.

Candy grins at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I think that's a wonderful idea! I know just the girls we could bring in to make sure the club remains the hottest spot in town." She glances back at the group of women surrounding them, looking particularly fondly at Lola and another girl named Lily, who seem to be striking up quite the conversation about the best ways to encourage tips.

"So," she continues, "how should we handle this expansion? Do you want me to take care of hiring or would you like to get involved in that process as well?" Her fingers idly trace patterns on your arm, the touch sending shivers down your spine.

"I think it's better if I do it... so long as we both agree on who gets hired." I try to hide the possessiveness in my voice but she can probably tell anyway.