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YCH - A Night at LAZCORP

By Laz Briar

He gazed up at the massive black monolith, the great steel tower crowned with a bright neon sign running along its face in horizontal fashion: LAZCORP, it said, in bright, garish pink neon. You could see the building for miles, one of the bigger ones in the City of Sin, though it was among familiar company as all the structures around here were equally opulent and imposing.

Entering the building was a completely different experience, however. LAZCORP was a premier "entertainment" enterprise, and the moment one stepped inside its doorway, that was abundantly clear. Simon, the somewhat petite, shy goat with greyish black fur, pushed into the foyer, a wide mouth with suggestive portraits lining its sides. Before one could truly enter the interior of LAZCORP, they needed the basics: proof of identity and invitation. The latter was for high bidders or personal favors, and it just so happened Simon fit the bill.

In his hand he held a gilded ticket, reading: To a friend and delightful patron! Please enjoy the girls! My special attendant will surely show you a good time!

Yours, Lazathur

It was flattering and certainly, Simon wouldn't turn down such an offer. He'd heard rumor of the kind of ladies (or boys, if you preferred), filled the brothel estate. Like stepping into an indulgent dream, some called it.

When he reached the clerk desk, that was immediately apparent. A tall serpentine woman of delightful azure scales, bathed in various gold jewelry, stared down at the fellow scale. Her glimmering orange eyes complimented her dark stripes, though her figure - immensely thick, fat of bust and wide of hip - was the real prize. She gave him that come-hither smile, eyes panning down to see the invitation.

"Ohhh," she cooed, "Invitee Simon, you've been very expected." She bowed.

"Please, do come this way."

Next to her was another white-scaled snake woman who took over the foyer's charge, while the speaker gestured to Simon to follow. He did so, and she tossed her hips in dancing, swaying fashion, her fat, bubbly ass jiggling and bouncing with every step.

"We'll get you ahead of the line," she called back. Indeed, to Simon's right, there was a frustrated line of young male patrons, all waiting in front of a door as immense, imposing bull bouncer kept them "polite." There were cries of discontent as Simon was led along, passing the second foyer entrance, into the main channel of LAZCORP.

Simon gawked, his head trailing up. Spiral stairs led upwards in near-infinite fashion, and it was here the nature of LAZCORP truly displayed itself. Busty, curvy ladies of every shape and fancy waltzed about with their company, most only sporting a not-so-prudent attire of heels and thigh highs, collars, fishnets, and otherwise exposing attires as their bits wobbled free. Some of them looked familiar, but Simon was overwhelmed with such a banquet of visual delight he didn't know who or what to process first. He could already feel his loins tighten, and the briefs he wore did him no service to keep his bulge at bay.

"It's good that you're excited," said the snake woman. "You have special company tonight, her entire schedule is cleared, just for you."

Simon's cheeks went a shade of rose. "Oh, r-really?"

He didn't know exactly what to expect out of his visit. He had ideas, sure, but nothing concrete.

"Now now, Vyspa," said a sultry voice. "Don't go stealing my date tonight."

Her words crested the noise of the foyer, and her curvaceous figure appeared like an enticing shadow. From the corner of Simon's vision, a new girl appeared. She had soft skin, long ears, and wide green eyes. Her figure was just as the others: impeccably perfect, busty, and wide as the day. Every step she took sent inviting jiggles throughout her frame, and her tiny wings folded behind her in coaxing fashion.

The snakeess bowed. "Oh, oho, I was tempted too, Miss Rouge. It's been a while since I had fun with a cutie like that.."

Lips glistening with black lipstick curled into a smile. Simon gawked. He recognized this newcomer. . . Rouge? Rouge the Bat? Why yes, indeed it was. She was shorter than he, but not by much. She wore a collar with gold studs. Anklets and bracelets also adorned her form, giving her a whorish orchestra as she neared.

"Mister Simon, was it?" said Rouge. "I'm your personal escort tonight."

She flashed a look at Vyspa. "This flirty little thing is Vyspa, and she about stole you from under me."

Simon was silent. Ogh, these pants were not getting any looser.

"I'm here to show you around and then. . . show you around."

Rouge propped her slender hands on her thick, inviting hips. "Or, we don't have to wait." She gazed at the goat's burdened loins.

"You're already having trouble, hahaha."

Admittedly, Simon was overwhelmed. And curious. "U-uh, nice to meet you, Rouge. H-how. . ."

She quirked a brow. "Oh, working here? Heehee, LAZCORP is a high paying gig, as it turns out. Mr. Lazathur is generous, and. . ."

Vyspa laughed. "Oho, nonono. Be honest! You were caught stealing and now you're paying off a little debt."

The bat frowned. "Hmph. Yes, that too, I suppose."

She grinned, giving the 'client' a once over. "Buuut that doesn't make my job any less, hmm, fun."

"Oh stop teasing the poor boy," added Vyspa. "He can barely contain himself."

"Fine, fine. Might as well, or you'll steal em' right here, and that's my job."

She gestured for the client to follow. "Come on then, let me give you a little tour. I'm sure you're just bursting with questions."

Simon nodded in slow fashion, shaking his head a little to get a hold of himself, though it was really hard. . . both ways. His eyes were glued to Rouge's weighty chest which, frankly, defied expectation. Of the various rumors he heard about Rouge he knew that was curvy. But her hips and thighs and magnificent rack were ample enough to easily smother his head. She noticed, giving her tits a light smack.

"Oh don't worry, I won't keep you waiting too long."

She gestured. "But let's go. There's a few things to see."

He did as told and followed the curvy bat, ogling her shaking hips and tossing rump. They scaled the stairs and started by briefly visited each level and what it had to offer.

"Don't let all the posturing fool you," she commented. "LAZCORP is a very. . . adventurous business. Hires freelance from all parts of well, anywhere. Serving a variety of tastes and flavors. Of course, most of our workers are fat assed girls and femmy boys, I suppose that's Lazathur's choice. But we get a lot of traffic for it, patrons all around, and sometimes, lucky fellas like you."

Lucky indeed, because the initial floor was filled to the brim with lights and shows and entertainment. Neon lit stages with platinum poles were inhabited by curvy silhouettes as a range of girls strut and stripped for the viewing pleasure of selective audiences.

Rouge gestured towards the various stages. "Depending on where you are, well, sometimes you work a poll or two. Me? I get to do, hmm, private work, if it wasn't obvious already."

Again, Rouge gave the goat's loins a glance, the struggling erection so very apparent underneath his trousers. "Why don't we go ahead and test some of that, hmm?" she cooed.

"U-uh, okay," Simon said, nodding his head. Were it not for Rouge's leading hand, he might have tripped, eyes wandering all over the estate to spy out the jiggly, nude bodies populating the floors.

The bat took him along to another floor with lower ambient lighting, shades of blue and purple cascading across a dark carpet. The vibe was muted, possessing a calmer energy, relaxed yet still quite suggestive. The muffled sounds of LAZCORP were still audible, but blurred out and muddied by the thudding beats of dance music. This was the private select area, for, well, private shows.

"You've never been to a brothel like this, have you?" chimed Rouge, adding a giggle as she secured the two in a secluded area, fit with a pole and reclining chairs.

The goat gulped and shook his head. "I've never been to a brothel at all!"

"Oho, what a shame. We'll, we're going to have a fun first time then, aren't we?"

Simon had no disagreements, and soon enough, found himself seated in one of the exquisite chairs. The cushion embraced his smaller form while he was given an "ambitious" view of his batty attendant. Divine fabric rubbed on his thin goat fur coat, his bulge readily apparent in the lights. Rouge smirked and turned, putting her velvety hands on his knees, caressing them as she neared his forehead for a kiss. Her warm, wet lips were coated with a glistening black glaze while her wobbling cleavage prodded into view.

"Something tell me there's more to this 'first time' than you let on," she said, chuckling.

"W-well, uh, what do you mean?" said Simon, his eyes wide, staring at Rouge's "assets."

"You'll see."

She leaned forward, whispering into his sensitive ears, her voice calm yet enticing, like a succubus. "I've been thoroughly instructed to make sure your cock is readily serviced tonight."

Simon coughed. He had an idea of what might happen visiting a brothel, but nothing so forward! He thought he might have a drink and a show! And the drink would be non-alcoholic! Yet the idea of Rouge doing anything to his exposed inches was something he didn't know he wanted. . . until now.

The bat looked down, taking her fingers and rolling them over the struggling girth. She let her digits squeeze the shivering length, chuckling with every stroke. "Oh, poor boy, you've been this way since you got here. I'd have let you enjoy yourself buuuuut we'd never make it this far."

She started teasing his groin, fiddling with the pants button. "You'd have drained your balls in so many girls there'd be none left for me!"

Simon was blushing now, his cheeks visibly red, even in the purplish lights of the brothel. "T-they would let me do that?"

Rouge snickered, her smile shifting to a grin. "Oooh, honey, you really are new to this, huh?"

She yanked open his pants, and starting toying this his cock still hidden by underwear. "You can cum as much as you want into me tonight, if you felt like it."

Simon gawked. He gasped as his shaft was exposed to the brothel air, the shimmering pike of ebony already twitching and throbbing. "Imagine that," continued Rouge.

"Just pumping into me for hours and hours. Sounds fun, doesn't it?"

Indeed, the very notion excited Simon, meek as he was. Mounting Rouge's thick fat bat ass and slamming himself into her juicy pussy was. . . not an idea he thought he needed until now.

"Yes!" he rasped. "Don't keep me waiting!"

For a moment, Rouge stood and tossed her long white bangs. The fishnet attire gripped her curves in greedy fashion, though allowed her tits to bounce with each little movement. "Your wish is my command."

She freed him from his pants and allowed his thick cock to bounce free. "Aww, let's get you warmed up then, shall we?"

Her silky-smooth palm raced under his fat balls, massaging the goat boy's sac as she positioned herself on the armrest of the luxurious sheet. She watched his reactions, grinning as her client proceeded to gasp and moan from her tender attentions. Her practiced digits slipped upward, racing across his cock and squeezing with each slow stroke, caressing the tip. The hefty member throbbed and pulsed in her grip, leaking dollops of precum. Rouge lipped her lips, chuckling in a dark, sultry manner while she teased him.

"Oh, begging for my attention, you needed this didn't you?"

Her weighty, plump breasts spilled onto his shoulder and she teased him further with playful nibbles and kisses, biting at his ear and smooching his cheek while servicing the lucky patron. "What's wrong, never had a girl do this for you?"

He shook his head, managing a weak but flustered smile. "U-um, not really."

"Aw, that's a shame. A woman between your legs can change your life."

He could hardly believe the legendary thief was saying these things, or that she was so skilled. He stared, face hot and red, watching his cock twitch as her skilled hands worked him over. Eventually, her hands glistened from the plentiful dribble of sex leaking from his tip, while the warmth of her fat, head-crushing cleavage aroused him even more.

"Mmf," she cooed. "Looking forward to draining those balls. . . but we'll get to the main course later."

She licked her lips, and in one swift motion slipped to her knees. The thrumming beats of the private club changed while violet lights played against her supple skin. The white fishnet glimmered like it was layered with diamonds, and her glazed lips proceeded to kiss the tip of the goat boy's shuddering cock. She assaulted the length with servile smooches, pausing between each to breathe and smirk at her choice client, enjoying the sight of his strained expression and squirming waist.

"You know what they say about bats. . ." she purred, opening her mouth wide and letting her tongue hang free. She whapped the tip against the slick pink rug, rubbing it across her sultry visage.

"They always love to suck."

With that, Rouge engulfed the searing rod into her practice throat, her pouting lips forming a perfect suckling mold around the tip. She gazed up at her client in servile fashion, moaning and slurping as her expert lips kept the twitching rod locked in her mouth. Her head rose and dove with each sloppy stroke and her hands massaged the goat boy's bare knees. At once, he huffed and his head arched, steam escaping him while the legendary bat thief serviced him.

She made good on her statement, as Simon's cock vanished into her slurping, lewd throat. Her hips swayed from side to side as she worked and the viral beats and decadent sounds of the brothel lounge added tempo to her deeds. While Simon was focused on Rouge, he could see in the distant background other shapes and silhouettes, dancing girls and others strutting about in their heels, working the poles over and adding a sordid horizon to the whole affair.

"O-oh, gah! M-miss Rouge, I'm. . ."

She popped him free, stroking the now glistening, sticky member. "Miss? Hahaha, well, Rouge will do just fine. Or really, whatever name you want."

She peered at his tip, pushing at against her lips. "About to. . . what? Heh. Well, I don't want to mess up my liner, not before the rest, so. . ."

Rouge gulped the massive rod once more, but this time assuring it was buried in her throat, bulging it out. Her servicing oral sucks were rapid now, with less grace and more sluttish obedience. Cheeks puffed, her eyes locked onto to his, fluttering her eyelids as she stroked the inches with her supple lips, feeling the length grow closer and closer to peak.

Her eyes flicked to petite heart shapes as Simon grumbled, tense, and shook, reaching his first peak with youthful eagerness. Gentle ropes of white exploded from his tip and raced into Rouge's suckling lips, eagerly swallowing down the young client. She giggled before popping him free, the shaft a dripping mess of saliva and sex.

Once she finished him off, Rouge licked her sticky lips, stood, and smirked. "What a good boy. But that was only half the show!"

The goat blinked. "H-huh?"

"Why yes, yes, you were set for an exclusive room too, ya' know."

The goat huffed, staring down at his loins, managing to zip back up. He attempted to stand, wobbling a bit, a little dizzy from the bat's actions. She wasn't kidding, she almost did suck him dry! Noting this, she slid an arm around his and offered a sultry smile, her heels clicking as she led him out from the private vista. Once again they were besieged by the raucous and noise of the interior, where various noises and moans could be heard in the distance.

Rouge led her client down a hall, a variety of curvy figures waltzing past them, eyeing both the bat and her companion with lustful - even jealous - gazes. A solo client wasn't just meat, it was payday! And most knew that Rouge always got the big ones to herself given her popularity. On their way, a figure with dazzling emerald and peach skin stopped them, her face frowning.

"Wha- hey!" she interrupted.

Rouge offered a flirty, if not smug, smile. "Ahh, Surge-y, you look like you're very busy tonight."

Simon was in disbelief, his wide eyes staring at the "newcomer," offering a weak bleat. He knew that girl too! Sort of. It was Surge, an infamous powerhouse known for. . . a lot of things. But here she was, as curvy as the rest, wearing a skimpy attire that hid nothing, a bolt collar around her neck.

"Don't gimme that!" she chirped. "I was s'posed to have a big break and now you've snatched another one up! Bah!"

Rouge chuckled. "You know how it goes, the Boss likes you on the pole more than anything."

Surge glanced between the two. "Grr. You can't get us some double action?"

Rouge paused, considering. She could tell Simon was no doubt ready to go again and would certainly "hold his own" against the attention of two beautiful ladies. But then she remembered her job and waived Surge off.

"Put in a slip for it, Surge-y. Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky?"

She knew, of course, that wasn't how things worked at LAZCORP. Though it amused Rouge to see the dynamo get riled off. Surge grunted, stormed off, her bare bottom shaking and jiggling as she strut away. Simon caught a look, his grey furred cheeks a hot red.

"Oh, don't mind her. Feisty, but that's why she's so good on the floor. It's attractive for certain clients."

Simon said nothing at first, but he could only imagine. She'd probably break a bed in half just bouncing on you!

"Keep your eyes on the prize," continued Rouge, leading the pair to a glamorous elevator sporting gilded designs.

"Or, hehe, both of them."

She pulled him inside, and the elevator dinged shut. Rouge pressed one of the indicated buttons, indicating they'd proceed to one of the top floors. "Mm. Going up."

She glanced at her companion's loins, noting the goat was getting stiff - again. "Aha, and looks like someone else is too. . ."

At once, the curvaceous bat proceeded to shove the goat into the elevator and press her fat rump against his covered crotch. Her wet, hot lips stroked over his pants as she proceeded to slowly grind and toss her thick cheeks against him. "We don't want you getting bored, now do we?"

Simon gave a weak bleat. "O-oh my god. . ."

He watched as those immense, delicious cheeks piled into him, rising and tossing as the fishnets caused the flesh to perk in all the right ways. Her pump heels even added an extra jiggle to the sordid act as the bat stroked his straining girth between the split of her "peach." Simon trembled, letting his palms shoot out and grip those wide, fat cheeks, squeezing and groping while the bat worked him over.

"Oooh, there ya' go. Gotta' test the merch, right? And I can't have you getting all soft on me before the final act, heh."

Simon panted, hot clouds of vapor escaping his mouth as he indulged himself, wishing this moment could last forever. Oh that infernal ding of the elevator, signaling they were closing in on their destination, he'd be fine in this little space forever! Again and again, Rouge "rode" the smaller goat with finesse, wobbling her hips quick sashays, keeping the hidden cock between her attire. She giggled with each moment, feeling dribbles of precum escaping the crown, until finally, the doors 'dinged' and slid open.

"H-heh, do we have to go?" croaked Simon, quite liking his current "predicament." Rouge shot him a flirting look and pulled him along with gentle, alluring force.

"Oooh, I'd ride you right here, cutie, but we'd hold everything up! Besides, I think you'd like things a little more comfortable in a private setting, mm?"

As she led him along, Simon was inclined to agree, but the sight of her wobbling chest and tossing cheeks just made him lose it all over again. With a show of assertion, he hugged his arms around her waist, before tugging down his pants and letting his sloppy inches poke free. Rouge squeaked in surprise.

At once, Simon panted, needing to indulge himself, right now! He shoved his ebon inches between the split of Rouge's soft, supple thighs. Slow, tossing hip motions forced the sight of his twitching prick in an out of her leg's "cleavage." Rouge gazed down, gasping, the inches rubbing against her outer lips and teasing her hot, trembling pussy.

"O-oh, goodness kid, ya' really didn't want to wait huh?"

She coaxed him on, grinding back, allowing the goat to take advantage of her and use his "special privilege."

"Thaaaat's right, feel that soft, hot pussy, all for you tonight. . ." she encouraged, Simon pelting her with slow hip motions while she choked his goat dick with her tight thighs. Every motion caused an impact into Rouge's wide ass, creating fleshy waves while he stroked himself between her legs. Fuck! He wasn't even inside her and he could feel that smoldering, drippy heat on the top of his inches, his crown tracing past her suckling nether lips. Were it not for how silky smooth her skin was, he'd mount her right now and "relieve" himself!

In fact. . .

"Gah!" he bleated. "I can't wait!"

With a surprising show of needy force, Rouge found herself pushed to all fours. She gave another soft 'oh', looking back at the goat with needy, coquettish eyes. "Reallly?" she said with an enticing smile.

"We're out in the hall, not even to our room yet.! Someone might se-EEEk!"

Before Rouge could speak the goat was on her. He was shorter than her, enough that he could mount her like a wild animal. He tore away the white fishnets hiding her juicy pussy and warm hole, his twitching mass swaying between her cheeks as it dribbled with precum and their previous act. Rogue look back, her cheeks going red as she spread her legs for quicker access, huffing in tandem with her special client.

"Y-you want it that bad, huh?" she chimed, her chest shoved into the hard floor, squishing against the resilient wood.

"Nfm, then take it," she added. "Claim that pussy. . ."

Simon huffed, positioning himself now. He wasn't usually like this, but given the presentation of the bat's inviting holes, he had to revert to the animal within. His crown prodded once again at Rouge's juicy, suckling lips, the heat enveloping his initial inches with inviting slipperiness. Wet, soft silk, hot welcoming tightness, it was all there!

In a slow, indulgent plunge, Simon shoved himself into Rouge's little cave and incurred a long, demanding moan from the bat. She groaned like it was the best cock spreading her walls, the tip tickling her cervix as the sloppy inches made sure to spread her velvet tunnel. Presex poured from her entrance in thin rivers, dripping onto the ground, while Rouge's eyes rolled back and she was at the blissful mercy of her "little" entourage.

It was impressive how the young Simon had so much vigor, even after she'd coaxed so much out of him previously. His rod was stiff and trembling, the kind of want you only got with a really fuckin' horny partner. He didn't even have to say anything, she could tell he wanted her sooooo bad, and the prospect of draining his hefty balls into her was certainly a drug of enthusiasm.

Adrenalin and heat consumed the goat as he started to pump and smack into the slippery walls. The first strokes were steady and slow, letting that pussy mouth strangle and caress the flesh with every motion. Each little pump and rise caused Rouge's pink lips to tremble and wink, and every shove into her waiting walls forced long, sultry moans from the once coquettish bat thief.

"Nnnngnnnnn, baby," she said, now entirely flat into the ground with her fat buttocks raised as the mounting goat used her like a cock sock.

"T-there's studs three times your size who don't feel this good," she purred. "H-hah, I'd let you breed me and rent me out if that was allowed, h-hah!"

Simon snorted, huffing as steam puffed from his nostrils. "Ogghn, yeah?" Wow! Breeding miss Rouge, what a thought! Of course, that would introduce a whole world of complications, soooo. . .

Slapschlropschlop. Sticky, sordid, uttery decadent noises exploded from their coupling, thick sticky bridges of gooey precum signifying Simon's work while his paste hastened. He didn't even know he had this kind of momentum in him! Every heavy strike of his thighs in his mounted position made the curvy bat buck like an obedient bitch, his hefty balls slapping her as a quick reminder he was loaded and ready to fill her to the brim with his virile cum.

Rouge was drooling, her tongue into the floor with fishnets torn and split, thighs spread wide so every bit of her welcoming hole could be enjoyed. As Simon pounded with relentless bestial want, he could feel his peak rising, that surge of hot electric intensity overtaking his cock as he wanted nothing more than to claim the thief bat right here and now. He panted and slammed his waist in utterly helpless fashion, a slave to his own desires as Rouge's soft pussy embraced every push and hump.

"GHA!"

Simon bleated in triumphant fashion, shoving every inch of his swollen, massive member into Rouge's womb, the rod shivering and exploded with violent waves of thick, sticky steed. Rouge shrieked, bucking forward as the hot, ooze-like substance poured into her tunnel, soaking the inner pink hole with torrents of white.

"Holyfuckingfuck!" whimpered Rouge, Simon's hot breath panting in her sensitive bat ears as he wriggled his waist, keeping his shaft locked into her overflowing pussy. The twitching inches continued to tremble until every bit of seed was drained from Simon's testes, gushing in free as it pooled into the hard floor and soaked the otherwise lavish carpets. The gold-red light of the hallway shone on them both, and it was any wonder someone hadn't walked out of a private room and caught their antics.

"That was. . ."

But Simon, despite everything, was not done.

"W-wait, what?"

With sudden and surprising force, he pulled free of one hole and started for the other. His still-hard cock, now an absolute sloppy mess of sex and cum, pushed against Rouge's tighter winking hole. Her anal ring spread as the crown met the entrance, causing Rouge to shriek.

"Hang on, c-cutie," she said, managing to look back the mounted goat. "Not sure that was in the contTRAACT!"

She shrieked, the goat not hearing any of it. Just like her juicy pussy, he shoved himself into her second hole and repeated his previous sordid act. His thighs slammed in rotating piston smacks with greater gusto and force. A chorus of flesh hitting flesh filled the entire hall, and this time, Simon did not master a gentle place.

"AHN! W-WAIT!"

Rouge was ready, but not that ready! Simon was fucking her like a machine now, his bestial motions an unruly force of searing malecock and pure, wanting desire. He'd been teased all night by the gals at LAZCORP and Rouge, now he was returning it in kind!

Rouge's fat rack bounce and wobbled forward, even against the unforgiving flat of the floor while Simon panted and grunted through his final "performance." He was using her now like a perfect cock sock, no gentleness to his swings and smacks, just raw masculine force. It was impressive despite his stature and size, given that he was shorter than Rouge!

"Ghaghgn!"

Rouge let off a slurry of moans and grumbles, but she was - in the best sense of the word - fucked stupid. The violent rutting and hastened pace of Simon's thrusts had put her in a sexual stupor, overwhelming her body with a deep, sensitive warmth that consumed her thick, curvy frame. She could feel the boy getting closer and closer to climax, the way his cock trembled and shivered, the way his tip was dribbling with dollops of presex, he still had so much more in him.

Simon gave one final triumphant bleat as he froze, his cock springing to life and surging with seed once more. Rouge felt the new waves of hot, sticky issue fill her anal tunnel, every hole filled with copious ropes of her younger client's seed. She gasped too, frozen, feeling the liquid heat fill her to the brim as Simon's steamy balls shuddered and churned one last river of_himself._ She'd had plenty of other "soft" clients before with some easy one nighters, but this one was a keeper. Rouge couldn't help but reach her own peak, her nethers coming to life as she spiked into orgasm along with her partner.

For a brief moment they remained still, forgetting where they were in the overwhelming hazy buzz of a foggy afterglow. LAZCORP faded from existence and the suite floor blinked out of reality, leaving only those two in a ravaged, post-fucked environment. Simon heaved, finally tumbling off the bat and onto his backside, his waist and loins drenched from Rouge and he's sex.