Chloe almost never actually made it to the Goth Club on weekends after the Sexual Service Act passed. It wasn’t from lack of trying, it was just that she’d be stopped and fucked so many times on the way, that the club would be closed by the time she got there.

She’d finally made it to the parking lot that week, only to be bent over into some guy’s neon-green truck and ass-fucked by a line of men until the sun rose the next morning.

“Well… at least I got to hear the music whenever the doors opened this time,” she thought.

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