The man wastes no time in getting started; he shoves you roughly onto the floor and begins tying your wrists together behind your back with lengths of thick rope. Once he's finished, he pins you down with his weight, grinding his hips against your ass as he rubs himself through your underwear.

"Mmm," he moans into your ear, "you feel so good like this." He reaches down and roughly yanks off your panties, exposing you fully to his hungry gaze.

As if reading your mind, the man laughs darkly into your ear. "Oh yes," he says with a cruel grin, "I'm going to make sure you remember this day for a long time." With that, he pulls back just enough to take off his pants, revealing an impressive erection already leaking pre-cum onto the floor.

Before you have a chance to react further, he positions himself at your entrance and thrusts roughly inside you. You cry out in pain as he pierces your tightness;

"Actually," Quinn says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "it looks like I've got someone special lined up for you." She pauses dramatically before continuing, "Someone who's been begging to work with you since he first saw you...and I think it's about time you two had a chance to really get to know each other better."

She looks at you expectantly, waiting for your reaction.

Quinn studies your face for a moment, searching for any sign of doubt or uncertainty. When she finally speaks, her voice is steady and sure. "I understand how this might seem overwhelming," she says, "but I trust you. And as long as we're both being true to ourselves...then yes, I think it can work." She takes your hand in hers, squeezing gently. "So what do you say? Are you ready for this adventure?"

Together, the four of you head out into the night, laughing and talking as you make your way to a nearby bar. The air is cool against your skin, and the neon lights cast a warm glow over the sidewalk as you walk. You feel alive, invigorated by the experience you've shared tonight...and ready for whatever else the night might bring.

Quinn laughs, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. "Oh, stop it," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I'm just here to keep things running smoothly." But there's an amused glint in her eye that tells you she might be secretly enjoying the attention a little too much.

Quinn arches an eyebrow in response, clearly amused by your question. "Well," she says slowly, "I suppose it depends on what you mean by 'client.' Technically, Sarah is one of our performers..." She pauses, looking expectantly at you.

"But I've always believed that the best experiences are those you can't predict," she continues with a knowing smile. "So if you want to spend more time with her...consider yourself lucky."

Quinn laughs, shaking her head. "I've seen my fair share of...interesting things around here," she says with a wink. "But if you think Sarah is hot, just wait until you see some of the other girls." She glances down at her clipboard again, seemingly lost in thought for a moment before looking back up at you.

"Speaking of which," she continues, "what about you? Any preferences?"

Quinn watches the proceedings impassively from nearby, her expression unreadable as ever. Once the man has finished his "performance," he pays Quinn handsomely and departs without another word. She turns to you then, her eyes flicking over your soaked form before meeting yours again.

"Well done," she says simply. "I'm sure there will be plenty more clients like that once word gets around."

Quinn shrugs. "He was very generous," she says blandly, as if discussing the weather. "You should be happy with your earnings." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, "But of course, you're always free to refuse future clients if you don't feel comfortable with them."

Her words hang in the air like a threat;

Without another word, the man grabs your wrists and begins binding them tightly behind your back. It takes him several long minutes to secure the rope in place, but eventually he steps back, satisfied with his work. You're left feeling helpless and exposed, unable to move more than a few inches in any direction.

"Now," he says casually, walking over to stand directly in front of you, "let's see how well you can serve your new master."

You tense as the man reaches out and begins unbuttoning your shirt. His hands are rough and impatient, tearing the fabric away from your skin with little regard for your modesty. Soon enough, you're left bare-chested beneath his hungry gaze. He runs his fingers along the line of your collarbone before reaching up to cup one of your breasts in his hand.

"Nice," he murmurs appreciatively. "I think we'll have a lot of fun together tonight."