Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Doesn’t matter,” she adds, rummaging in her pocket to take out a booklet of stickers and a pen. She quickly scribbles down my name along with a number, then tears it off and hands it to me. “Put this on your chest after you’re done dressing.”
“Dressing?” I mutter.
But she’s already dragging me along again. “Come with me.”
She pulls me through a bunch of doors and into an elevator. As the doors close, I feel like I can barely breathe. Sweat drops roll down my back as I try to maintain my composure. I have no clue where we’re going. I would’ve much preferred to go about this alone, but now that she’s here, I can’t suddenly disappear on her. She looks like an important person. She’d probably call the guards on me and get me kicked out.
I have to avoid that at all cost. Better lie my way through it so I can get in and out as quickly as possible. I’m here for the show anyway. Might as well stick around and pretend I’m one of the girls, right?
As long as I keep my eyes peeled, I’ll be able to find an escape route. That, or I’ll ride it out and see what kind of kinky shit they do around here. Who knows? Maybe I’ll like it.
I follow the lady into a dressing room where a bunch of other girls are all taking off their clothes.
I’m momentarily stunned, wondering what I’m supposed to do.
“Go on then. Put on one of the outfits,” the woman says. “No time to waste.”
“Right,” I mumble, trying to find something, but everything seems to have holes in it. Not torn, but … meant this way. Precisely above the crotch and chest area.
I swallow away the lump in my throat when the woman keeps looking at me as if she’s waiting for me to move.
“I’ll expect you all down in the ballroom in a minute. You all picked your own expertise, so you know where to go. Any questions, you can come find me in the back of the room. Left corner, staff section. Good luck.” Before I can ask her any more questions, the woman has already disappeared, and I’m left with all the other girls.
There are five of us, but luckily, they’re not paying attention to me. They’re busy doing their makeup and checking their masks to see if they’re on correctly. One of them is even pushing up her boob and spraying her vagina with something.
I wonder what the fuck is going to happen. Still, curiosity has got the better of me, so I grasp an outfit from the stack and casually put it on after taking off my dress, which I lay by the window so I know where it is. I’ll come back for it later.
I peel off the sticker and push it against my skin. Surprisingly, it sticks. Number fifty-one, Kitty. That’s me.
When the girls start to walk, I follow suit, out of the door and into the hallways. We pass a few doors and go down a staircase where a few women are waiting in the middle of a grand hallway.
“Welcome, ladies,” two of them say, and they open the doors into a gigantic ballroom.
While the girls step inside, my heart begins to race.
The moment they step aside, each going into their own corner of the room to meet with fellow guests, my brain struggles to comprehend what I’m witnessing.
Everywhere I look, I see men fucking half-naked or partially naked women—on chairs, couches, tables, and even the floor. Several contraptions are set up in each section of the big ballroom. Like a cross with a woman strapped to it. She’s being whipped with a spiky leather strap that leaves red welts all over her body. Her screams fill the room, but no one seems bothered by it. Most are too busy themselves, and others are enjoying the sight.
With my lips parted and my breath faltering, I stroll through the crowds slowly, watching the spectacle of debauchery all around me.
Two men fucking one girl on a sofa while another girl alternates between two men’s dicks in her mouth. Another girl casually plays with herself on a stool, spreading herself for all to see.
Another one is strapped to a wooden chair, her legs and hands bound while men use her mouth and hands to pleasure themselves. Another one is tied to something metallic hanging from the ceiling, her body floating in the air tied down with ropes in a very uncomfortable but beautiful looking position.
In the middle of the room, twenty or more men are fucking three girls. Each rotate position after a few minutes have passed. The middle one is on her belly with her ass high up in the air and covered in lube. In fact, everyone in this room seems slippery and wet, with the exception of the men still wearing their suits. But nothing can hide their obvious hard-ons, protruding through their pants as they watch the show in front of them.