Cum leaked down my inner thighs as I stumbled through the club. The bass vibrated through my ruined dress, reminding me of the brutal piston-fucking I'd just survived. My jaw ached. My cunt throbbed. And the absolute mess dripping from my hole made my thighs stick together with every step. People stared. Let them. A cheap, used-up cumdumpster walking through a rich man's club? Of course they stared. Their disgusted, envious looks only made my worn-out pussy clench.

Bauji stood exactly where I'd left him, nursing a whiskey at the bar. His eyes raked over my disaster of a dress, my swollen lips, the streaks of cum drying on my skin. His knuckles went white around his glass.