Jess, who runs the X-Sisters franchise at both Rum Cay and Street Whores is a formidable force of nature. Many of the spicy hot stories of her and her dedicated staff are already covered in her blog.
Given the raving publicity on various social media outlets, I went to test it out by myself. Here we go!
A few weeks ago, I contacted Jess for a tour of the main location. As usual, she was busy running her expanding business both inworld and online, so she sent me Christina, one of the best X-Girls working with her and the “Whore of the Year” at Jess’ anniversary party.
Our tour took place at the older location on the Lon Lon Ranch, which, in retrospect, does add a tinge of nostalgia, as the flagship bar has now moved to the new location at Rum Cay.
Christina welcomed me at the entrance upon my arrival. We kissed on the cheeks. She smelt nice and was all dolled up in a bodycon minidress and matching platform heels. She was a perfect combination of classy and sultry hospitality, ready to take me on a private tour.
I immediately remarked that the inflatable cock smacked right at the middle of the atrium was an unmistakably eye-catching candy to the X-Sisters Flagship. Nodding in agreement, Christina winked at me, saying that the place typically looked very neat, but then the girls often got naughty and hid some quirky things in the less visible corners.
Christina led me to a couple of game rooms behind the bar counter and told me the girls came up with various interesting ways to add a lot of fun to entertaining the gentlemen, “Say, when the visitor wins the darts, we go topless for 10 minutes!”.
Continuing the ground floor tour, she showed me to a VIP Lounge with an air of plush luxe. “A sexy private lap dance when I win, why not?” I lightly patted her butt as I joked.
“Nah, for you. When you lose to me, either you buy a round of drinks for all staff, or the staff goes topless if I lose.” For those who know the X-Sisters Bar rules, the girls recycle the beer bottle caps for tips. An ingenious way to get visitors and girls motivated, indeed.
“Chrissy, tell me, what’s the wall of fame here?” I pointed to a list of accomplishments.
“It’s a thing for the barflies, Tim,” Christina explained, “If you complete them, you make the wall of fame. Like, a threesome in the VIP Lounge, or you did an X-Girl on the motorcycle, and so on.”
Christina winked at me and licked her lips sensually, “So it’s like the 12 Labours of Hercules, but then all sex!” Continuing the tour on the ground floor, she turned into another area, “At these little spaces we got a shop and a place with boards for applicants. The shop is what started X-Girls but now it is a side thing really. However, new X-Girl applications are a serious matter, and picked up and handled by our managers.”
Christina flashed her firm D-cup boobs with hard erect areolae in my face, “Tim, don’t you think we’re quite strict about selecting the best girls?” I nodded and gave her exposed tits a good kiss.
Satisfied, Christina sashayed her lovely perky butts, which were barely covered by her bodycon minidress, and led me to climb up the staircases, “Let’s walk up. No lifts. Only upskirts!”
She stopped at the stair landing when we reached the top. “So here are two big bedrooms. Sex can be had all over the place. But these rooms are here too. The rate is higher than at the bar, but you got privacy for all your naughty kinks.”
I raised an eyebrow, “Chrissy darling, you mean the clients can pick an X-Girl and fuck her right there in front of everyone at the bar?” She looked longingly with a tinge of lust in my eyes, “Of course, Tim! It’s horny and turns me on.”
Feeling a growing bulge in my pants, I started mentally undressing her and imagining the lewd things and raw language I should be penetrating this sexy young pussy one day (which happened sooner than later, stay tuned).
As if able to read my mind, Christina closed in and touched my groin, planting wet kisses with her red lipstick marks on my neck, “We got two rooms here, Lovense-enabled. One room has the ‘Cuming Soon’ and the other ‘Darkfold’ sex-animation furniture.”
She led me into the suite, taking me by my hand, “We have two beds, a few couches, and a small bar here. Tim, look, here we even got a dance pole and a lap dance seat!”
“Chrissy, where does the teleporter lead to?” I held her by the waist and threw her an inquisitive look. “It takes you to a BDSM Room, and to the Club a spot where we hold dance and events. Come, honey, let’s check it out!”
After a brief tour we left the Club, Christina toured me around the back garden, where Jess built a memorial for Rachael, who passed away last autumn. “Heart failure, due to COVID and some other health issues.” Pointing to a fish tank at one side of the garden, Christina added with a tinge of melancholy, “Rachael was always busy with the fish in the bar somehow…”
Our last stop was a row of houses tacked away from the Flagship. Christina walked before me on the pebble-lined stone path, explaining, “Over here, we got a few houses rented by some of our staff for their personal use. On the far side is the X-Sisters Motel, where you can rent a room every week.” She paused, turned around in her heels, looked at me, and continued, “We sometimes use it instead of the normal bar for a week or two, just like we have themed bars for some holidays.”
With that, I bid farewell to the gorgeous host, thanked her, and sent my regards to Jess.
Impressed by Christina’s hospitality and a natural charm to please, I was determined to visit her again.
“Jess, who runs the X-Sisters franchise at both Rum Cay and Street Whores is a formidable force of nature.”
Flattery gets you everywhere, Timothy.