Spotting banknotes in his shirt's breast pocket, she let go of her boob and reached for the money. Pulling it from the pocket, it six £50 notes, she forced the paper into the top of her right stocking.

"Hey, don't I get something more for that?" he impishly asked.

"You're gonna get the fuck of your life, Titus Markham, from your future wife," she puckishly replied. Using both hands, she gripped the front of his expensive shirt and violently jerked it open, exposing his well-formed upper torso. Lowering her head, she set to licking and biting at his chest, working her way towards his neck, chin and face.

Feeling a hand groping at her rear, fingering her anus, she looked over her shoulder. The scene behind her was now like an illustration of the city of Gomorrah, her two fellow performers each pleasuring four men. At her own rear was another man who had staggered out of his chair, minus his trousers, he the one feeling her posterior. One of his hands was mauling the cheeks, the other stroking his already-stiff penis.

"I'm a ... going ... to bugger ... you ... my fucking whore," he slurred.

"Yes please," Annalisa contentedly replied. Using her left hand, she snatched a wad of banknotes that he was holding, and stuffed them into her garter-belt.

Despite his obvious state, he swiftly succeeded in pushing his average-sized cock into her rectum. The feeling of being double-plugged only excited her libido the more. "Oh yeah! That's so good!"

Glancing about, she saw two men were still in their chairs, they ogling first one scene then another. "Hey, you two, get your fucking arses over here! I wanna suck the pair of you!"

As they staggered from their chairs, coming to join in, she smirked contentedly. As Barbie had advised her earlier, if they performed well, then each girl should easily extract an extra two grand out of each punter, which would make the whole night well worthwhile.