WARNING: This chapter will contain explicit content! If you are not OK with sexual content, SKIP THIS CHAPTER! You will not be missing out on any key plot developments. I've designed this chapter specifically to be not necessary to the overall story, so if you wish, simply go on to the next chapter; I can understand completely.

SECONDARY NOTE: This isn't anything niche; it's just a run of the mill sex scene, so don't say 'HOLY FUCK! What the hell is this trash? How DARE you put this in your story! What the fuck is wrong with you?', You're only going to make yourself look like an ass, so don't pretend I didn't give you ample warning. Without further adue, please choose wisely and remember, it's just a story; a very shittily written story. So try to keep that in mind, OK?

The bar was bustling, customers filled every open seat and even make-shifted some from windowsills and boxes. The air smelled of cheap liquor and cigarette smoke. Iyago felt right at home sitting in the back with Andrea next to him. They were lucky enough to have gotten a table, though it was far off in the back, next to the pool tables; an ever so tempting activity for him, but he stood resolute, he'd remain a gentleman and stay with her despite the overwhelming urge to gamble the night away.

Andrea turned to face him, "I've no idea what you see in a place like this, it smells, it's crowded, and the booze is awful."

"It's the atmosphere, I don't come here for the drinks, but to be with people who are like me." Iyago said taking a long swig of his vodka.

"How?" She asked, leaning on his arm.

"Gamblers, lowlifes, and drunkards; Birds of a feather flock together." He said taking another swig, "Think of it as an inverse Alcoholics Anonymous."

"And what are you?"

"All three, at the same time." He said with a smile.

"You have quite a high opinion of yourself." She prodded sarcastically.

"And you somehow think mocking me will improve it?"

"Why don't we go somewhere a little more, private?" She asked, a seductive tone to her speech, "A little one on one therapy could do wonders."

"What college gave you a PhD in psychology?"

"The love doctor." She said, placing one hand high up on his thigh.

Iyago stood up, and extended his hand, "We can go right to my private offices."

She took his hand and followed him out into the street. A single lamp illuminated the block.

"It's right down the block."

They walked in silence; Andrea clinging to his arm the whole way. As they approached the door Iyago shook her off and pulled out a key on his necklace; he slid it into the lock and opened the door.

"Right this way miss." He bowed, gesturing to the door.

She walked passed him into the foyer, "My what a lovely place you have."

"It's better than living in a stuffy old church, you guys should get an apartment for yourselves." He said, closing the door.

As he walked into the living room he was greeted by the sight of her voluptuous breasts. Her shirt lying on the edge of the couch. Her black frilly bra covering her modestly sized assets.

She looked over at him with a look of lust, "Well? Aren't you going to help me take this off?"

His mind blanked at the sight of her in undress, "Uh…"

"My, don't tell me a man like you is still a virgin!" She mocked, running a hand up her chest, "Surely that can't be what's holding you back."

He stepped forwards, tossing his coat onto the back of a chair. She slid one hand down into her skirt, and with one swift tug it fell to her feet exposing her black frilled panties.

"Come here and let's get that shirt off you." She beckoned, gesturing with one hand.

Iyago began to unbutton it; avoiding eye contact all the while. As he dropped it to the floor, she gasped at the sight of his scars. One on his lower abdomen, several burn scars across his chest, and a long thin scar running down his right side. Despite the marks, his muscles were clearly pronounced.

"I never would have pinned you as someone who worked out, but my does it look good on you." She teased once more.

"I could say the same about you with those curves."

With her right hand, she fondled her breasts, while her other hand slid down to her panties, "It's rude to keep a girl waiting you know."

For the first time in his life, Iyago was at a complete and total loss of words. Here he was, so close he could reach out and touch her; and yet, he couldn't make a move. It was like his body was paralyzed while his mind went into overload.

"Hmm, you can't hide it forever." She cooed, stepping in, closing the distance between them.

She reached down to his zipper, "Don't be so nervous, there's nothing you can hide from me."

She expertly slides down the zipper, staring right up into his eyes and pushes him onto the couch. In one swift move, she hopped over the back of the seat and right on top of him, straddling his half naked body. Resting one hand on his abs, she tugged his pants down around his ankles, exposing his black boxers and a raging boner beneath them.

"My, my, so hard, already are we?" She said grabbing the edge of his shorts.

His breathing was short and tense as she ripped them down allowing his member to stand at full mast.

"Mmm…" She moaned as she fingered herself while rubbing the tip of his erect penis.

It had a slight curve to it, making it hard for her to get a good angle on it, but after a few tries she gripped it firmly with her right hand. She jerked it to attention as she angled her hips overhead.

"You'd better not cum too fast, it'll take all the fun out of it." She mocked as she unlatched her bra.

Andrea leaned over him, pushing her breasts right above his face as she slowly slid down onto his dick.

"FUUUUCK," She shouted, shaking slightly from the insertion, "God, it's so thick."

Iyago could barely contain his pleasure, and he went rigid before blowing his load inside her.

"UUUUUNH!" She squealed in ecstasy.

Without waiting for him to stop she began to hump him vigorously, "How does it feel to lose it so fast?" She moaned as she gyrated faster.

His breathing was heavy and tense and he stared up into her eyes.