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Fuck Harvey. He's been driving you up the wall all week. Can he do anything by himself? It doesn't help that every time he talks to you all you can imagine are his lips around your cock.

Hell, the work week is over. It's time to party. You are sitting in the back of your Royce headed for Occupational Therapy; your chauffeur knows the routine: every Friday, without fail. You open the bar and pick out a bottle of scotch. Rather than hassle with a glass you take a swig from the bottle. You wait eagerly for the destination. You love the place, they have the hottest dancers and anything goes in the private rooms.

The car stops and your chauffeur slides open the divider. "We're here, sir."

"Are you coming tonight, Dino?"

"It's that or wait for you outside."

You get out of the car. Dino pulls into the parking lot. He usually picks up a horny guy and fucks him in the driver's seat while you are inside. You walk up to the bouncer and he steps aside, letting you skip the line. He knows who you are. You walk into the club. It's already in full swing: the dance floor is packed, some rooms are taken, dancers are on the pedestals and stage half naked.

Do you:
*[[Go to the bar for a drink]]
*[[Dance on the crowded floor]]

[[Category: Occupational Therapy]]

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