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)
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
I turn my head. Someone’s behind me, but I have no clue who it is. I don’t recognize the voice. All I see is a man in a black suit, just like all the others, only this one has his hair tucked up into a bun.
“Yes,” I mutter, not even sure how to respond. “Everyone is so … relaxed.”
It’s as if everyone here is already used to this. Like they were expecting this to happen.
Everyone … but me.
“Yes, the ultimate satisfaction.”
“An orgy,” I reply, stunned and mildly confused by my own excitement at seeing the girls grin so gleefully at how they are being used.
“Do you see it?” the man whispers, pointing at one of the girls in the middle of the room. “The happiness on their faces?”
I nod, still breathless.
“They’re doing this out of their own free will,” he says.
If that’s true … wow.
All these people together in one room, coming together just for the sake of having wild, kinky sex. It’s almost like I just jumped into a movie, but it’s playing out in real life, right in front of me. And here I thought I was depraved …
Still, I wonder why all these people would sign up for this. Is it only because they’re interested, or is there more at play? How would they gather so many people willing to give their bodies to one another?
“They’re getting paid, right?” I ask.
“Yes … but I’d wager at least one of them would do it for free,” he replies, then he looks at me questioningly. “Would you?”
“Me?” I stammer, my cheeks flushing with heat.
“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” he asks as if it’s the most natural thing. His eyes casually dip down and gaze at my tits.
Only then do I remember the clothes I’m wearing. Or more specifically, the lack thereof. Because my tits are in full frontal view with this mesh top, and my pussy too.
I struggle not to cover up.
So many people are here. All of them can see me.
A pang of guilt and shame hits me right in the guts.
That’s when his hand touches the back of my neck. “Don’t be shy. All of us are here for pleasure. Nothing more.”
When he attempts to kiss me, I move back.
“Sorry, I’m just getting my bearings, okay?” I mutter. “I have to find … my client.” I clear my throat even though it feels completely clamped up.
He pauses, and for a second there, I fear he might attempt to grasp me, but then he smiles sweetly. “I didn’t know you were already taken. Well, have fun then. I’ll be off to find another girl.”
“Good luck,” I reply, laughing it off as if it’s no big deal.
Even though it is. This whole thing is … beyond a big deal. It’s like nothing I’ve ever witnessed. Bigger than anything I’ve ever known to exist. An event like this? No wonder Declan kept it a secret.
Speaking of, I haven’t seen or found him yet. I wonder if he’s here and where I can find him. Would he stand in the back or in the shadows, watching his clients to check whether they’re content? Or would he actually participate to show them how it’s done?
I walk a bit more, looking around to see if I can find him, but there are so many people here that it’s hard to filter anything recognizable. All I see are masks, suits, nudity. The only bit that makes people stand out is the way they style their hair … and maybe their height and weight … and the size of their dick. Still, it’s not enough to find Declan. Not in this sea of people.
Still, I can’t help but be amazed at the spectacle, the music, and the scent of perfume filling the room. The mixture makes me feel strangely relaxed, my body floating through the room as I stare at all the scenes.
Both women and men cry out in pure lust, bodies entangling, stacked on top of each other, people grasping one another, sucking in the air, moaning out loud. Not an ounce of shame is visible. Not in any one of them.
I admire their willingness to give in … the power that it holds over them as they sink deeper into what looks like sexual nirvana.
And for a second, I wish I could join them.
Suddenly, a voice behind me pulls me from my thoughts. “Fifty-one. Come with me.”
It’s a woman. The same woman who pushed me into the changing room. She grabs my hand and pulls me along, this time gently, into the middle of the ballroom to the big table where the three girls are being fucked.
“Time to switch,” the woman whispers to the girl on the left.
She immediately leans up and crawls off the table, her body covered in lube and cum.