Insomniac Part 3 - Katrina Jade

Penny snapped awake, still half-drunk from last night’s threesome, and almost shit herself when she saw Joanna Angel lounging like she owned the place. She tried to bolt for work, but Joanna blocked the door, offering her some secret life where money rained and no one ever had to clock in again. Penny called her a stalker. Joanna looked wounded for a second, then smirked like she knew every dirty page of Penny’s diary. That set Penny off—she screamed she didn’t even know this crazy bitch. Joanna’s eyes flashed. “I know you better than you know yourself,” she whispered, then ghosted, leaving Penny rattled. Hours later Penny was wiping the bar when Aaron walked in. They flirted, swapped shots, laughed like old friends. He said he liked this softer side of her. Penny blinked—who the hell did he think she was? Movement in the back office caught her eye. She slipped away and cracked the door. Tommy Pistol, the bouncer from last night, was chewing Joanna out. Bigger fish were nervous; if she didn’t fix it, they’d retire her for good. Joanna laughed in his face, asked if he cared about her. He laughed right back—she made him cash and got him pussy, that’s it. She whistled. Katrina Jade strolled in, dark hair, big natural tits inked and pierced, and wrapped herself around Tommy like a gift. He warned Joanna one last time, then spun and grabbed Katrina’s ass, bending her over the desk. Penny watched, cunt throbbing, while Tommy yanked Katrina’s panties aside and tongue-fucked her asshole and dripping slit. He stripped off her top, squeezed her fat tits, sucked those pierced nipples, then spread her wide and licked her swollen clit like candy. Katrina repaid the favor—dropped to her knees, freed his cock, and swallowed him to the root. Penny couldn’t look away. Joanna had secrets for days, but Penny had a few of her own, buried so deep even she wasn’t sure she wanted them clawed out.