Weirdly, every cell in my body came alive, humming with an inexplicable pleasure I found disarming. Shocked by my body’s reaction, I dropped my gaze briefly and sipped my drink. When I looked up again, he was joined by a beautiful woman who glanced over her shoulder, in my direction. Whether her smile was friendly or not, I couldn’t tell.
They chatted for another minute or so before he left the room. Disappointed, I focused on another artwork. A moment later, I felt someone come up beside me. I turned my head to look. It was that same woman I’d seen earlier. Her make-up flawless, hair perfectly styled in a chic bun, and dressed in a white strapless cocktail dress, she radiated model-like beauty.
“Good evening,ma chérie.” God, even her French accent oozed sexiness.
“Good evening.” I smiled.
“I brought you a present.” She held out a hand.
My brow puckered in confusion, I fingered the white, diamond-studded collar. “For me?”
She nodded. “You’ve been chosen.”
“Chosen? But I haven’t knelt yet.” I gaped at her, fearing I was being robbed of my right not to kneel.
“You don’t have to.”
“I don’t understand. We’re supposed—”
She shook her head. “Turn around, let me put it on for you.” Still, I hesitated. She sighed. “You’re afraid,ma chérieand I understand. But in a room where choices are endless, you made an impact on one very important person, I wouldn’t refuse this collar.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the girls starting to kneel. And when the first girl was chosen by a man with a potbelly beneath his designer suit, I turned so fast, I almost spilled my drink. Allowing her to fasten the collar around my neck, I hoped it belonged to the man in the black suit and gray mask.
“Good girl,” the woman whispered, making me all warm on the inside.
And as she walked away, the lights dimmed and upfront, thick blue curtains parted to reveal a darkened stage. Below it, rows of chairs had been laid out. I glanced around noticing that all the girls had been chosen and their selectors were moving them forward to sit. Curious, I ventured closer. A few men glanced my way, and I wasn’t sure if it was the collar, but they immediately shifted their gazes to the stage which was now lit up in soft shades of blue and red.
It took a moment for me to grasp what I was looking at as five men led their girls up to the raised platform, each one stopping in front of a bed that resembled the ones in a hospital. Oh, my God, these men were going to have sex with these girls in front of everyone. Oh, hell, I was going up there too. Panic started an uneasy ball in my gut and I glanced around taking in the cloaked bodyguards at the doors. What was this place? Who were these people? Why virgins? Suddenly, all the questions I should’ve asked someone when I arrived, flooded my head.
The sudden clanking of chains drew my gaze back to the stage as several sets lowered from the ceiling above the stage. Each of the chains ended with leather cuffs. Okay, this looked bizarre. What were they planning? Shocked, I watched as all the men on stage began undressing, first their girls and then themselves.
The men then picked their girls up, set them on the beds and proceeded to buckle their respective girl’s ankles to the cuffs hanging above just their legs. I panicked when the men picked up riding crops and circled their girls, snapping the leather crops against their hands as they did so. My heart rate kicked up, feeling sorry for those girls. The men then began running the leather tongue of the crops against their girls’ bodies. I gripped the glass in my hand, finding it strange how in sync the men were, like they did this all the time.
The men then snapped the whip across the girl’s pussies. I flinched hearing the girls groan and whimper. And just when I wondered if they were in pain, repeated the smacks, louder this time. Some cried out, others didn’t.
“Oh shit,” I gasped under my breath noticing several heads turn my way. Their stares unsettling.
My gaze shifted back to the stage as the men repeated the snaps. Two girls winced, and the other three cried out.
“Do you like that?” One man asked of his girl.
Surprisingly, she groaned, “yes, sir.”
“Do you want more?” asked another to his girl.
“Yes, sir,” she replied.
The men then cracked their crops over the girls’ right nipples and the left a few seconds later. Strangely, their responses were low mewling.
“Are they wet,” someone called out from the audience.
The men then proceeded to touch their girls intimately startling me. “Dripping,” three called out.
“Almost there,” there other two responded.
The men changed their riding crops for large devices in different colors. I didn’t know what they were until the men held it to the girl’s pussies and the distinct sound of humming filled the air.
Dildos.
