I'm getting worse, but I don't care, Maggie thought to herself as she brushed past the bar and made her way across the crowded dance floor. She had a….. Fetish. An obsession. An addiction. All I want is more cum. I don't even want a drink from the bar anymore. This is bad, but I love it.
Yes, Maggie adored cum. She had her first taste at the very club she was walking through, and loved it ever since. Maggie could feel the eyes of men feeling her up as she walked. Their glares groped her voluptuous breasts, and they surreptitiously felt her round ass with a look. Maggie didn't care, she liked the attention. She was making a beeline for the rest room, and all the regulars knew why. This was no regular club. No, this club had a glory hole in one of the stalls.
Maggie, with her tight, green form-fit dress and long red hair, looked back over her shoulder before walking through the grimy men's room door. The restroom was a familiar place to Maggie with its flickering light and off-white tiles. She loved that the music from the club was dulled and only the bass could be made out. Then Maggie's ritual began.