Forecast: Sweaty. Altered States, #8

Where won't you end up? Subways, basements, hotels, buses, diners, biker bars - Leon's precision is his drug and his cock-hardening fix. A woman with dark eyes catches yours across the subway car, lips parted, a silent offer. Then he's towering over Ada with chapstick poised like a loaded trigger, tracing the bow of her mouth while his cock throbs like a steel rod. Then he's in a basement with his fingers buried deep in her pussy, the professional veneer shed like skin.
Five women turned savage. A redhead with jagged scars spreads her slick, oiled-up pussy for display. An Antibody Cult ritual of denial that tightens his balls to an unbearable degree. A diner kitchen where the heat shimmers and the hiss of oil covers the sound of him pumping into her.