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They were, in effect, fuck rooms and Gabi had seen first-hand evidence of this when she cleaned the rooms every morning. Gabi was no prude, and she truly didn’t care about other people’s sex lives – God, I’d love to have some action in my own! – and so long as she had clean sheets, she’d be fine. The fact that some biker had probably been given a blow job on that bed minutes before was no big deal. She’d most definitely avoid sitting on the sofa, though, and she’d be sure to scrub the bathroom enthusiastically before touching anything with her bare skin. Talk about breeding grounds for disease: she was sure that a biological weapon could be developed out of those back rooms.

Am I one of those whores now? I’ve heard enough rumours and stories about the wants of human men, my mind immediately assumes shifters are ten times more depraved. The more possibilities I considered the more rapid my breathing became, my hands began trembling all over again. Martha saw my flustering panic and said soothingly, “it is a women only bathhouse at this time of day, designed to aid your recovery dear. You shall be brought back here after…if that is acceptable?”

“Hi. I’d like to visit, please. The… uh… bathhouse.” “You gay, pumpkin?” The bluntness catches me off guard. I rub the back of my neck. “No, ma’am.” “Mmm-hmm.” She looks me up and down, then sets her nail file aside. “Sugar, this here’s a place for men who like men. You get that, right? Ain’t no ordinary spa. This is a safe space where boys come to play. You know what I mean?” I can feel the tips of my ears turning red. “Uh, yeah, I get it.”

he offered, already pulling his phone out, ready to contact someone to make the switch. “But this is the one we always go to,” Santana argued. “It has the waterfalls under the cold pool and thirty different temperature tubs.” “It’s really fine,” Jessica assured. “Honestly, the whole idea of a public bathhouse isn’t something I’m really comfortable with.” “Cultural differences,” Augustine said with a smile, and for the first time in days those words didn’t sound like they were mocking her. “Yeah, I guess so,” She agreed. “We’ll meet up with you later—” Kai started to tell Augustine, but Jessica shook her head.

With a wad of cash, I easily extracted some clothes that would make my scent pass for one of the addicts to get me into a club the said druggie assured me got raided the most in that area. Then I was on my way. Blood Bath, the club, was located in a massive rundown large building with many interconnected hallways as well as a large center showroom at the center of it all where most of the debauchery took place. Blending in with the crowd of feeders, I got in and situated myself upstairs in an isolated corner where I could watch everything. Then blocking out the stench of blood, sex, violence and drugs, I waited. It was around midnight when the air in the room suddenly shifted.

The pen door opened, and we were herded out into the yard with the others. Dozens of women from this pen joined the flow, but as we marched toward a large building in the distance, I realized this was bigger than I thought. Gates from multiple pens opened at once. I could have sworn they were about thousands of women. All naked and bruised. Along with bellies in various stages of pregnancy. But the most common thing was with the hopeless dead-eyed looks on their faces “Gods,” I muttered under my breath. Inside the bathhouse, the smell was disgusting . It was one massive room with rows of open stalls, no walls, no curtains.

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Come to the Geyser! A gay bath house? Seems a little public. Definitely more Brian's speed. I swiped the card anyways. I didn't think about it again until I was just about ready for bed. Brian was still going, and I was still...frustrated. "....Fuck it." I said. I went back into the bathroom to prep.

Entering the place, my eyes wheeled with the decor of the place and the type of luxury which the place screamed at my face, it wasn’t everytime I got to step out from the parish and enter such a place. Mother Agatha says that there’s no need to spend this much on a place that would have people sell their souls to the devil, it was merely a disguise to attract and lure people to hell. Stricken with my thoughts, where I stood not too far from the entrance, it missed my eyes the approaching foot steps of someone. My thoughts and eyes soon snapped towards the person, my throat gulped down, scanning the person whose outfit spelt expensive. A polite and catchy smile wrapped on his face, “Welcome t

It was the most delicious thing she’d ever smelled. The humid room made her feel cozy while also making her itch to take her clothes off. She cringed at her unhinged thought, not knowing what had possessed her to think of such a thing. However, Yasmine seemed to yet again know what was going through her head. “The fragrance used in the bathhouse is an aphrodisiac.” Rebecca’s eyes widened. “Aphrodisiac? The water is drugged?” Yasmine giggled. “It’s good for the skin and the mind. You’ll feel more relaxed, but you’ll still be in control of yourself.”