A Red Room Fuck for My Top Paying Honeys

The Red Flare Lounge, Where Fantasies Meet Reality

 

The Red Flare Lounge is the most exclusive setting in the city. Under the hustle and bustle of the world above, the red flare lounge sits comfortably right underneath. You can find me snuggled in my corner of the place, ready for a red room fuck. Although there are many other rainbow-hued rooms in the place, mine is the best. Each color stands for a different kink, and the rooms have everything we’ll need. In my room, you’ll find chastity belts, whips, a Credit Card Swiper for payment, and a video camera. Can you guess what I do in my room for fun?

Let me glide my visual paintbrush over the canvas and paint the picture for you. Only top-shelf women roam the interior, exotic Victoria’s Secret-looking models, of all sizes, and ethnicities. The counter doubles as a herb and alcohol bar. Smoke puffs up into the ceilings and descends back towards the middle, creating a dense mysterious fog. Just walking in will get you high, and getting laid will send you into cardiac shock. Men pay hundreds to get in, and thousands by the time they’re out. All the pay piggies that come in, are on the hunt for me.

Ssssh, someone just stepped into a red room fuck.

That’s right, I’m one of the top girls in the Red Flare lounge, and the Red Room Fuck, my room, is the most popular. I know what you must be thinking… I’m a dirty slut, a prostitute, a call girl, but no, that’s not it at all. In fact, I don’t even compare to that. Men pay top dollar for what I offer… yes, there’s a bed in the room… but that’s usually just for tying up naughty piggies who try touching too soon. My room is all about humiliating, degrading, laughing, scolding, punishing, my piggies, and taking all their money.

Sometimes, piggies don’t want to listen… they think I’m joking when I say I’m going to expose them. Until they find out, I don’t bluff. I love a man who knows how to follow directions. Not a pathetic little bitch who squints his eyes and wrinkles his frown when having to eat pussy. I don’t deal with broke-ass fools during my red room fuck. Men who can only afford the gum under the seats can stay outside. What I love are broken-down, submissive, worshipping men, who know how to keep on giving until I say stop. Men who quiver at the sight of me, and melt at the touch.

I spend, and you watch.

Men go to get a red room fuck when it’s time for them to get a JOI release, on payday. However, some men need the build-up, with an abrupt stop, and a winding down before building them back up, yet, never getting there. My favorite ones though, have to be the men with throbbing black cocks and my pay piggies who bring me gifts and deposit money into my bank account, the ones who just need to show me how much they appreciate my existence. Who pays me before their bills each month and paycheck. We have a sexy relationship, where I end up spending and wearing what their money gets me.

Once they hand over my gifts, I sit them at the edge of my bed and try everything on, one outfit after the other. I bring along all the other purchases I made as they just stroke their dicks, enjoying themselves, enjoying myself. Whether they send me out to get my nails done, or to get my hair fixed, I can always rely on my pay piggy’s assets to cover each and every one of my expenses. So, don’t miss out, have some fun, and join the Red Flare Lounge circle, if you have what it takes.

Don’t worry Pay Piggies, I’ll help you spend your cash! 🛒💳

 

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