Andrew Grayson walked the streets like champion of the world. It was as if he owned them. And well, he pretty much did. The streets of Anchor City, a once beautiful Metropolis complete with a boardwalk and a thriving industry was now basically his. He was the most powerful mob boss in the city. Everyone knew his name, and everyone feared him. Cops didn't exist in this city. Not good ones. So when he walked down the streets and alleyways of "his" town men threw themselves out of his way in fear. And women moaned his name. Tonight was a dark Friday night. His night to give his favorite bar a visit. It was a dirty, disgusting hole in the wall dive of a pub. Just like the town it was a free for all. The alleyway that housed the bar was directly under his penthouse to the east. And as he walked down the alley he looked to his left and saw two naked girls scissoring and fucking up a storm on the dirty ground. Men stumbled out of the bar drunk beyond belief. He slowly made his way down the alley. He heard fighting and the moans of orgasming women and grunts of lusty men. He loved it. And as he entered the bar the aroma of cum, sweat, sex, blood and all the drugs and alcohol a man could want mixed in his nose. He looked around as the strobe lights flashed. In every corner there was a fist fight or a cat fight. All around men gambled and drank. Coming from the back rooms her the screams of women doing many kinky things. And all around him people were banging up a storm. On tables, under tables, against walls and a friend of his was pounding an ex call girl of his on the bar in the corner. He grinned. A city of his design. Tonight coming here was a good idea, and it had already paid off. As he walked to the center bar he saw a gorgeous skanky barslut being groped by the bar. He wanted her already and he'd get her. He let his eyes patrol her. She wore incredibly high, high heels and a nearly see through black dress that barely covered her. It was above mid-thigh at the bottom and strapless lying just above her nipples at the top. He had a large, round tight ass, pale skin and a mesmerizing rack of d cups. He walked up near her and made the crowd disperse for all over her. She leaned up against the bar ass out and up. She’d probably already drank tonight but he looked to the bartender, “Joey get her a tall round of the good stuff on me." He proceeded to place his hands on her waist firmly grasping and working himself into a position where he could grind her. He worked her ass snuggly into him and bumped up on her, slowly but somewhat roughly thrusting up, grinding her nicely. He leaned in as he did to whisper in her ear, “What’s your name darlin’?” She felt wonderful as he continued.
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