Chapter 147: Chapter 147

She giggled, a little nervous but clearly into it, and slid off her stool. I took her hand, weaving through the pulsing crowd, the neon lights flashing across her blonde hair, the bass thumping in my chest.

We reached the men’s restroom door, tucked in a dim corner near the bar, its faded sign flickering under a single bulb. “Stay out here for a sec,” I told Alena, keeping my voice low, casual, but firm. She raised an eyebrow but nodded, leaning against the wall, her leather skirt catching the light.

I pushed open the door, the hinges creaking, and stepped into the restroom. The air was cooler, smelling of cheap soap and stale beer, the tiles grimy under my polished shoes. A guy in a flashy jacket was washing his hands at the sink, glancing at me in the mirror. I pretended to check myself in the cracked mirror above the counter, adjusting my tuxedo collar, my heart pounding as I waited him out. He shook his hands dry, muttering something, and pushed past the door, leaving it swinging.

I cracked the door open quick and called softly, “Alena, come on. It’s safe.”

She slipped inside, her eyes darting around, nervous but game. I grabbed her arm gently, guiding her to the farthest stall, the metal door dented and scratched. We slipped inside, and I locked it with a loud click, the sound sharp in the small space. The stall was cramped, graffiti scrawled on the walls, the air heavy with the club’s muffled bass vibrating through.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers steady despite the adrenaline, and hit record, the red dot blinking. “Sit on the toilet,” I said, my voice low, authoritative. Alena giggled, her nerves showing, but she sat, the lid creaking under her. She reached for my belt, her fingers quick, unbuckling it with a soft clink. My pants dropped, and my cock sprang free, already hard from the thrill and my Libido stat at 10.

“Wow, so warm,” she said, her voice husky, her green eyes wide as she gripped me, her fingers cool against my skin.

She leaned in, her lips wrapping around me, and started giving me a blowjob, her tongue swirling, slow at first, then faster. The excitement hit like a drug—the danger of the locked stall, the muffled voices of guys coming in and out, the sink running, footsteps echoing. Someone laughed outside, another guy cursed as the door swung shut.

My Pleasure stat at 10 was working; Alena moaned softly, her eyes fluttering. “Fuck, your cock is delicious,” she murmured between licks, her voice thick with surprise. “Like… sweet, somehow.”

I smiled, my breath hitching. “You’re doing a good job, Alena,” I said, my voice low, encouraging, my hand resting lightly on her head. The thrill of the public space, the risk of getting caught, sent my pulse racing, my cock throbbing in her mouth.

The door creaked again, more footsteps, a guy humming off-key. My heart pounded harder, but Alena didn’t stop, her lips tight, her tongue flicking over my tip, savoring the precum my Pleasure stat made taste like candy. “God, it’s so good,” she whispered, pulling back for a second, her lips glossy, before diving back in.

“I’m close,” I said, my voice rough, the pressure building. “Swallow it, Alena, it’ll look better for the video.”

She nodded, her eyes locked on mine, and kept going, her mouth working faster. The orgasm hit like a punch, and I groaned, cumming hard inside her mouth. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to swallow, her throat working, but a few drops spilled out, dribbling onto her white crop top, staining the fabric.

“Shit,” I said, catching my breath, stopping the recording. “You spilled it, Alena. People don’t like that in these videos. I can’t use this footage.”

Her eyes widened, desperate, as she wiped her mouth. “Wait, wait, let’s try again,” she said, her voice urgent, her hands grabbing my shirt. “I can do better, I swear.”

I smiled, leaning in, grabbing my cock and rubbing it gently across her cheek, smearing a mix of cum and precum. “I know a hole that wouldn’t spit my cum like that,” I said, my voice low, teasing, testing her limits.

Alena smiled, but it was hesitant. “I’ve got a boyfriend,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “I can’t have sex.”

“Hey, we’ll use a condom, don’t worry,” I said, my Charm stat smoothing my tone, keeping it reassuring.

She hesitated, biting her lip, then straightened up, her eyes sharp. “Seventy percent of the profits,” she said, her voice steady now. “If I’m doing more, I want more.”

I raised an eyebrow, pretending to think it over. “For just this time? Sure.”

I reached into my back pocket, pulling out a condom, and tore it open, rolling it on, my cock still hard, ready for the next quest. My heart was pounding, the thrill of the locked stall and the muffled chaos of Endless Sea beyond the door fueling my adrenaline. Alena stood in front of me, her white crop top stained, her leather skirt riding up, her green eyes flickering with nervous excitement.

“Turn around,” I said, my voice low, authoritative, my Charm stat at 12 keeping my tone smooth. “Hands on the toilet lid. Let’s do this doggy style.”

Alena hesitated for a split second, then nodded, turning to face the toilet, her hands gripping the cold porcelain lid. She hiked up her skirt, revealing her bare ass. I helped her shimmy the skirt down to her thighs, her skin warm under my fingers, the neon light from a flickering bulb casting shadows across her curves.

I took a deep breath, my cock throbbing as I rubbed it against her pussy, teasing her entrance, feeling her wetness through the condom. “You ready for this, Alena?” I asked, my voice husky, already pulling out my phone to hit record, the red dot blinking in the dim stall.

“Fuck, yeah,” she murmured, her voice breathy, pushing back slightly against me. “Just… make it quick, okay?”

I smirked, sliding my cock inside her, slow at first, her pussy tight and warm, gripping me through the condom. She gasped, her fingers tightening on the lid, her body arching. I started thrusting, steady but firm, the stall creaking with each movement, the danger of the public restroom making every second electric. “You feel so fucking good,” I said, my voice low, dirty, as I recorded, the camera catching her blonde hair swaying, her ass bouncing against me.

A loud knock on the stall door made us both freeze for a split second. “Yo, anyone in there?” a guy’s voice called, slurred and impatient.

“Occupied!” I shouted, not missing a beat, keeping my rhythm, my cock sliding deeper into Alena, her muffled moan barely audible over the club’s bass leaking through the walls. The guy muttered something and left, the door swinging shut, but the risk sent a jolt through me, making me thrust harder.

The sex was intense, her pussy clenching around me, my Pleasure stat at 10 making every movement feel like fire. People came in and out of the restroom—footsteps, a sink running, someone laughing—each sound spiking my pulse, the thrill of getting caught pushing me closer to the edge.

“You like this, huh?” I said, my voice rough. “Getting fucked in a dirty stall, camera rolling?”

“God, yeah,” she panted, her voice shaky, her hips meeting my thrusts. “It’s… so fucking hot.”

I grabbed her blonde hair, pulling gently, and leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her head, breathless. “No, Jack,” she said, her voice firm despite her moans. “I’ve got a boyfriend. Kissing’s off limits.”

I pushed my cock deeper, smirking, my breath hot against her ear. “I’m fucking you in a restroom, and your limit’s kissing? Wow.”

She laughed, a little strained, her body trembling as I kept thrusting, harder now, the stall rattling. “Shut up and fuck me,” she said, her voice half-teasing, half-desperate.

I grinned, pounding into her, my free hand gripping her hip, the phone steady in my other hand, capturing every thrust, every gasp. The restroom door creaked again, more voices, someone pissing at the urinal, oblivious to us.

Well, the sex wasn’t as pleasurable for me as it was when Jasmine or any other girls were under me. Maybe because I was… desperate?

After five or six minutes, my balls tightened, the pressure building. “I’m close,” I said, my voice tight, my thrusts faster, sloppier.

“Fuck, do it,” she gasped, pushing back against me, her ass slapping against my hips.

I groaned, cumming hard, the condom catching it all as I thrust deep one last time, my body shuddering. Alena moaned softly, her fingers white-knuckling the toilet lid, but she didn’t cum—my focus was on the quest, not her fake climax for the video. Since the condom was on, Pleasure wasn’t able to work its magic.

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– Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Stranger

EXP Gained: +37

Star Rating: 1.5 ★

Reason: Your partner didn’t climax

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Well, I wasn’t trying to make her reach climax, but whatever. With both quests completed, I was one step closer to my goal.

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– Evan Marlowe (Lvl 8)

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– Age: 21

– Height: 180 cm

– Weight: 73 kg

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– EXP: [██████▒▒▒▒▒▒] 556/1131

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I slipped out of her, peeling off the condom and tossing it into the bin in the corner, then gave her ass a playful smack. “Nice work,” I said, zipping up.

Truth was, these videos weren’t going online, and there was no Jack with a Rolls-Royce. I felt a twinge of guilt for tricking her, but my house was on the line, and I needed those credits bad. I’d do it again if I had to.

But… eh, well, I wasn’t going to be a dick, I was going to pay her when this whole thing was done. I’d just buy 500 dollars from the Shop. But not now, though.

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– SHOP

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• Aphrodisiac Drink (10c)

• Silk Lingerie Set (25c)

• Sensual Massage Oil (15c)

• Mystery Pleasure Toy (30c)

• Flirt Potion (20c)

• Hypnotic Perfume (40c)

• Time Stop (90c)

• 500 Dollars (50c)

• 1 Ability Point (150c)

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– Credits: 155c

– Select item to purchase.

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“So,” Alena said, glancing over her shoulder as she pulled her skirt back up, smoothing her crop top. “Did you get everything?”

“Yep,” I replied with a smile, pocketing my phone. “I got everything.”

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