The club
From Torg Adventure
Over the next two weeks, Malc’s behavior didn’t change, so Ryan felt certain that Sue hadn’t told him. Their sexcapade was still secret. He never spoke of that morning with Sue. He couldn't get memories of Lisa and fantasies of a pregnant Sue out of his mind. He jerked off frequently, imagining them in every possible position for women in their condition. He tried fantasizing about non-pregnant women, but could never get to a release, and he resorted to his pregnant fantasies, so he could cum. He started surfing porno sites specializing in pregnant models and amateurs. He was hooked.
Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, and, after checking with Sue about whether she'd heard of any more preggos needing his services, he headed to a dance club, hoping to hook up with someone not pregnant in order to break his addiction.
He entered the club to loud techno music blaring from the loudspeakers. He headed to the bar, got a drink, and surveyed the crowd. It was the usual mix of hot women, desperate housewives, and plain Janes hoping to get lucky. He chatted a couple up, and then his eyes lit upon a sight. On one side of the dance floor, he saw three women drinking and talking over the noise. A voluptuous Latina and a very tall willowy blonde were talking to the woman that caught his eye. Her red hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her pretty face and her large tits. She was wearing a short green party dress, and she had a huge, pregnant belly. Her long legs went on forever. As he watched, her face lit up when she laughed. He was getting tight in the trousers.
He tried ignoring her for awhile, but his eyes kept coming back to her. While talking to a very pretty girl at the bar, he kept looking over at the pregnant one, to the point that the one at the bar noticed and told him off.
Swallowing the rest of his drink, he ordered another, and then he headed around the club when he got the new glass in his hand. He approached the trio confidently. "Hello, girls. How are you doing tonight?" he ventured.
They all looked him up and down, and glanced at each other. He must not have been too horrible, because the blonde said, "Not too bad. How are you?"
"I'm doing okay. My name is Ryan. Pleased to meet you." He extended his hand, and they all shook it.
"I'm Nicole," said the tall blonde, giving him a very light grip.
"Sophia," said the dark Latina, who matched the pressure he put into the handshake.
"My name is April," said the redhead. Ryan held her hand just a little longer and gave it an extra squeeze.
What does Ryan do now?
