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!!!THE BUNKER: Sex & Fetish Club!!! (REOPENED STAFF NEEDED!)

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Ashley bobbed as fast as deep as she could while continuing to use her tongue to stroke and taste him. She ran her tongue around him, teasing every part her had taken the time to point out.

It made her jaw ache holding it open, and strenuous to keep up the pace. But every moan and movement drove her forward, motivating her to shove him further, such harder, and roll her tongue with even more authority. Every now and then, she'd look up to see him gazing down at her lustfully, and it made her swell with an odd sense pride. She wanted to impress him, oddly, even if it was just with her mouth.

She pushed forward, sucking and moaning as she urged him to climax, her fingers gently stroking his balls for a bit of added stimulation. She prepared for it, without knowing what to expect, ready for whatever it was like to have a man orgasm in her mouth.
 
As Ashley's actions grew more intense Viktor was quick to lose control as pleasure took over. He leaned back more into Kiki as he lost his balance. He moaned loudly as his hands now clamped onto the edge of the bar as he felt himself ready to explode. His breathe was now very heavy and fast and moans continued to escape his dry lips. His cockand balls were tensed and soon gave way. His cock fired his hot stick load down her throat. He leaned forward as he lost control and his hands held the back of Ashley's head as he continued to pump his cum into her throat. As he came he slowly began to fuck her mouth. "Oh, ohh.. Scheiße!" He cried in extacy as he continued to cum. When he was done he relaxed and leaned back against Kiki and his hands pulled away from her head giving her freedom to remove his cock from her mouth.
 
Ashley stood back up after she finished lapping and swallowing up his yummy juices. His cum was fresh and thick and she was very pleased with the taste. Her eyes looked around to see if there were voyeuring eyes around the after her pleasurable blowjob. If the people came at that kind of scene, it was sure enjoyable to watch. At least the owner loved the way she sucked on him. "You like?"
 
Viktor grinned at Ashley as he stood by the bar leaning into Kiki still. His cock hung semi hard and wet with a mixture of cum and Ashley's saliva. "Very much so.."
 
Kiki giggled as she watched Ashley go to work on his cock. It didn't seem to take long at all for her to make him cum and from the looks of it hard. She was ready to have some fun with him as well but she knew he probably needed at least a few seconds to recover. So she said nothing and watched him recover from Ashley's oral torture.
 
Ashley held that lustful grin, watching him gasping for breath after she used her oral skills on his cock. The woman looked at Kiki before giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. "I see you enjoy my performance well, my dear."
 
"How about you ladies follow me down stairs, I have a nice little room with a nice big bed we could get better acquainted on.." Victor announced with a grin as he looked at each of the american girls individually. Viktor then made his way from behind the bar and across the main area/dance floor. He approached a large metal door that had the words private rooms stenciled onto it with white spray paint that was illuminated by the neon lights. Viktor pushed the door open before makeing his way down the stairs, leaveing the door open behind him for Kiki and Ashley. Once downstairs he found himself in a long dimly lit corridoor with multiple doors on each side, each door leading to one of the many private rooms availble to customers though at the very end of the corridoor was a locked door to which only Viktor had the key.

Viktor reached into the pocket of his jean and pulled out a ring of keys that were attached to a chain which was attached to one of the belt hoops of his jeans. "Welcome to my chambers ladies.." He said as he unlocked the door before stuffing the keys back into his pocket and entering his own private room.

The simple concrete square room was dimly lit with only a simply lightbulb hanging from the centre of the ceiling by a chain. The light bulb was far to weak to light the whole room but it gave enough like to reveal a king sized bed, which had a black metal bar frame and head board which allready had two pairs of real police handcuffs hanging from it aswell as another two pairs at the end of the bed. The bed was made with a comfy matress that was wraped in a black silk sheet and covered by a black velvet covers. Six large black pillows were gathered at the top of the bed. This luxurious bed looked very out of place in this cold prison cell like room. Beneath the bed were boxes filled with all kinds of toys and old millitary locker was in the cornor of the room filled with Viktor's costumes.

Viktor stood at the bottom of the bed as he removed his boots, jeans, boxer shorts and ofcourse his black shades. He now stood naked, his tall strong heavilly tattooed body stood beneath the light which made his pale flesh glow. His freshly shaven head and face added to this glow as did his ice blue eyes which were now on show. Viktor then was quick to climb on the bed and lay in the center of it as he awaited Ashley and Kiki to join him. "Both of you strip!.." He ordered in a dominant tone as he playfully rubbed his cock.
 
Kiki was slightly nervous as she followed him down to his own room with Ashley. As they entered the room she looked around. It was awfully simplistic. But she, herself, knew things weren't always what they seemed. As he stripped in front of them the nervousness seemed to leave her quickly. As he climbed onto the bed and laid there before telling them to strip, she didn't need to be told twice. She quickly rid herself of everything but her bondage collar and walked over to the bed. Climbing onto it she crawled over to him.
 
Ashley looked at Kiki with gleam in her jade colored eyes and started to strip off the rest of her clothing. She walked topless after deliver an unbelievable blowjob to Viktor. Once she let the bottom half of her halter dress fall around her feet. The auburn-haired American showed off her body to him before making her way over to the comfy bed that was nice and soft. She was liking where things are going. Her eyes looked down at his cock—the same one she sucked on not too long ago—and saw him trying to make himself hard again. Ashley hoped he finally used inside her sweet spot.
 
As both Kiki and ashley removed their clothes and joined him Viktor grinned. As the two young women joined him on the bed it wasnt long before his cock grew hard and rigid. "Now isnt this more fun!.." He grinned as he lay back with his hands up to the metal framed head board where the two pairs of hand cuffs hung ready. "Now use me!.." Viktor then ordered, wanting Ashley and Kiki to dominant him.
 
Another day, another dollar or euro in this situation. Viktor arrived once again at the bunker. Unlocking the heavy reinforced black steel doors he revealed the dark depths of the old nazi bunker. his heavy steel toe capped combat boots stomped down the cold concrette steps as he casually switched on the dim lights which lit the way down to the main area of the bunker. Once underground Victor approached a metal box on the wall, which he was quick to open and flick a few switchs. Soon the club came to life as blood red neon and strobe lights lit up the room and danced across the walls and floor. Clad simply in a long black leather trench coat, a black short sleeved work shirt and black combat pants that were tucked into his boots Victor made his way across the dance floor to the bar.

Opening the hatch he moved behind the bar and to a sterio control system that was beneath the bar. Pushing a few buttons sound came to the bunker. Screens all over the club lit up with Repo! The Genetic Opera playing as speakers burst into life with Rammstein - Pussy. All that was needed was some more bodys in the club so that there could be some fun. Whilst he waited, Victor removed his trench coat and opened a freezer from which he produced a ice cold litre bottle of Jagermeister which he was quick to unscrew the cap and drop a black straw into before sipping casually at the bottle like a child with a juice box.
 
Zofia flicked open her lighter and held it to her mouth, lighting her cigar with quick, fluid movements. She slipped the ornate silver lighter back into her coat pocket and puffed on the cigar. After a moment, she removed it and let out a contented sigh, releasing a thin stream of smoke as she pursed her lips and exhaled. Zofia put the cigar back in her mouth, holding it between her teeth as she walked inside and headed directly for the bar.

She saw the man at the bar, and smiled. The Russian girl was undoubtedly a beauty. With soft, shoulder length brown hair and emerald green eyes perfectly complementing her pale, heart shaped face and a slim 5'6 build with surprisingly large, 32d breasts. She grinned to the man as she arrived, holding the cigar in her teeth. "Hello there handsome." She said in a thick, alluring Russian accent.
 
"Hello there... What can I get you?..." He replied with a grin as he eyed up the russian. Takeing a final sip of his Jagermeister he pushed the bottle to one side as he leaned forward on the bar on his elbows as he leaned forward still stareing at the russian girl without a care.
 
Zofia flicked her eyes over the man, grinning. She took the thin cigar from her mouth and smiled at him. "Well, I am in Germany... Might I have some of your Jager?" She asks, winking at him and tapping the ashes from her cigar into the nearest ashtray before turning back to him. "Or, is that for employees only?" She asks, before mentally cursing herself for spouting out such a terrible line.
 
"Sure.." Viktor responded simply as he slid the bottle towards her. "Just dont take over the place like your people did back in 45!.." He then joked as he imagined the last russian to have entered this bunker was most likely in a uniform, carrying a gun and hunting Nazis.He then leaned back as he stood up straight no longer leaning on the bar while his eyes never left Zofia. The red neon lights continued to dance across the room as the song changed, soon 'Mudvayne - A New Game' began to play throughout the club as the music video played on the clubs screens and monitors. Viktor's head began to bob and shake the the manic introduction to the song.
 
Zofia smirked as she raised the bottle in a toast before taking a drink. She felt a warmth spread through her body and put the bottle back down. "Wouldn't dream of it." She says with a short laugh. She met Viktor's gaze and smiled again, watching him move with the music. "You, you are Viktor correct? I would have hated to have spent all this time warming up to a doppelgänger." Zofia laughs again and takes another sip of the Jager before putting her cigar back in her mouth and watching Viktor.
 
"Ha.." Viktor relplied with a grin as he leaned forward on the bar once again, as the smell of smoke stung his sense of smell he reached for her cigar and casually stubbed it out in the ashtray she was useing. He pushed down hard onto the cigar causing its sides to split and its insides spred out into a suashed mess of unsmoked tabacco. "I hate the taste of that shit.." He explained with a playfull grin before pushing the ashtray to one side and slideing the bottle of Jager between them and dropping a second straw into the bottle. "Now how about you wash that filth from that cute little mouth of yours.." He added before he began to suck on one of the straw happily like a child feeding of its mothers breast.
 
Zofia's eyes widened as Viktor aggressively took her cigar and crushed it nonchalantly. "I, I see." She says, blinking a little. "You could have just asked me to put it out, but I suppose that is not the style of the near legendary Viktor, is it?" She asks, winking at him as she takes the other straw and begins to sip at it, keeping a weary gaze on Viktor the entire time. That one little act had sufficiently intimidated her. Suddenly, Zofia remembered that she was at Viktor's mercy, in his power, in the event he had sinister things in mind for her.
 
Another day, another dollar or euro in this situation. Viktor arrived once again at the bunker. Unlocking the heavy reinforced black steel doors he revealed the dark depths of the old nazi bunker. his heavy steel toe capped combat boots stomped down the cold concrette steps as he casually switched on the dim lights which lit the way down to the main area of the bunker. Once underground Victor approached a metal box on the wall, which he was quick to open and flick a few switchs. Soon the club came to life as blood red neon and strobe lights lit up the room and danced across the walls and floor. Clad simply in a long black leather trench coat, a black short sleeved work shirt and black combat pants that were tucked into his boots Victor made his way across the dance floor to the bar.

Opening the hatch he moved behind the bar and to a sterio control system that was beneath the bar. Pushing a few buttons sound came to the bunker. Screens all over the club lit up with Repo! The Genetic Opera playing as speakers burst into life with Rammstein - Pussy. All that was needed was some more bodys in the club so that there could be some fun. Whilst he waited, Victor removed his trench coat and opened a freezer from which he produced a ice cold litre bottle of Jagermeister which he was quick to unscrew the cap and drop a black straw into before sipping casually at the bottle like a child with a juice box.
 
At that point, Tallow decided to make his apperance. As Head of Security, he had been watching from the shadows of his private table, illuminated only by the glow of a cigar. He would occasionally sip from a large whiskey, of Scottish brand.

Unlike most bouncers, Tallow was not particularly imposing in a physical sense. he was 5ft 10 inches tall, and of the lean, muscular build, not particualrly showy or big, but effective. He was British, having served in some capacity in the military. A tough guy, dangerous up close, and often packing a sidearm, he always carries his knife, a large Bowie knife, razor sharp, in a sheath strapped to the inside of his jacket. He often withdraws it from his coat and plays with it.

He speaks quietly, and his accent is fairly obvious. Unlike other patrons and staff, he does not generally indulge in sex openly in the bar, but he is often seen departing with one or more blondes to his private room.

(Is anyone else in the bar still posting?)
 
Bruce walked in the bar and took a look around.
"hmm interesting."
He walks up to the bar, sits on a barstool and waits.
 
While standing at the bar Viktor looked over the two strange males he did not recognise nor was he interested in either male as he stood with his back and left foot pressed against the wall. The tall german male watched over his club like a hawk with his heavilly tattooed arms crossed across his vest clad chest. The song once again changed and now the thunderous intro to 'Machine Head - Davidian' began to blast out of the speakers as the red strobe light danced across the room like a search light which showed the locations of all those a midst the darkness of the club. The index finger of his left hand moved up to his face where he pushed up his black circular shade to cover his ice blue eyes. "Where have all the women gone..." He muttered to himself with a sigh as his perverse desires looked like they wouldnt be sated tonight.
 
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While standing at the bar Viktor looked over the two strange males he did not recognise nor was he interested in either male as he stood with his back and left foot pressed against the wall. The tall german male watched over his club like a hawk with his heavilly tattooed arms crossed across his vest clad chest. The song once again changed and now the thunderous intro to 'Machine Head - Davidian' began to blast out of the speakers as the red strobe light danced across the room like a search light which showed the locations of all those a midst the darkness of the club. The index finger of his left hand moved up to his face where he pushed up his black circular shade to cover his ice blue eyes. "Where have all the women gone..." He muttered to himself with a sigh as his perverse desires looked like they wouldnt be sated tonight.
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Victor sighed once more as he looked over his almost empty club. "Its saterday!.." He thought out loud as he he stepped forward towards the bar where his ice cold litre bottle of Jagermeister sat waiting for him with two long black straws pokeing out of the top if it. He leaned forward and sucked on the straws happilly like breast fed infant.
 
As the moon fought the sun for dominance over the nights sky the Bunker came to life once again. As its doors opened music flooded out into the street from the dark red dimly lit stair case that led to the club. From a small balcony that over looked the dance floor the club's owner Viktor stood surveying his kingdom. The tall, muscular, heavilly tattooed, bald german was clad simply in a brown leather dog style muzzle that covered his mouth, a pair of black combat pants that were tucked into a pair of knee high black combat boots. His heavilly tattooed arms and torso were on show to the world along with the silver rings that peirced both his nipples. His ice blue eyes glistened in the red strobe lights that danced across the surfcaces of the room to the beat of the music that was 'Rammstein - Pussy'. The perverted metal song boomd from the clob's PA system as if the band were playing live as customers began to flock from the cold Berlin streets to the hot sticky underworld that was The Bunker.
 
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