The alcove swallowed me whole. Mirror everywhere. My heart hammered. Madame Eve’s hand shoved my back. ‘You’re there,’ she snapped. Alone, but not. Their shadows danced behind me. I reached for the curtain. ‘Don’t touch it. Unbutton your dress. End this childish shit.’
Fingers shook. Last buttons popped. Robe clung to my sweaty skin. One hour with her. Panic, hope, desire crashing like waves. My pussy throbbed. Hot. Soaked. Sticky juices coating my thighs. No hiding it now.
The Awakening
Robe fell open. Mirror mocked me. Sagging tits hung low. Nipples thick, hard traitors. Areolas flushed. Belly soft, rounded. Hips wide, cellulite dimpling ass cheeks. Bushy pubes peeked from squeezed thighs. I trembled. Wanted her to drag me out. But no. Excitement surged anyway.
‘Take it off. Toss it.’ Her bark hit hard. Robe slid down. Naked. Back turned first. Ass jiggled. Tits bounced. Giggles from the crowd. I hunched. ‘Stand straight. Turn.’ Spine stiffened. I pivoted. Faced them. Shame burned. But pussy clenched. Lips swelled. Clit pulsed.
‘You think you’re hot? Laughable udders, clamped thighs. Hands on neck. Feet apart a meter.’ Obeyed. Tits lifted. Pussy split open. Dew dripped. Electric tingles everywhere. Nipples stabbed air. Vulva flowered. Clit peeked. Orgasm edged close. Fingers dug into scalp. Fought the urge to rub my sloppy slit.
Wanted her fingers instead. Make me scream. Humiliate me fully. Body betrayed. Arched back. Thrust hips. Offered my dripping gash. Bush matted wet. Lips smeared honey. Hole winked. Bliss in exposure. Proud slut now.
Her voice softened, husky. ‘Try these stockings, Colette. Salmon matches your flesh.’ Handed nylons. Tallest heels. Helped roll them up. Forced thighs wide. Knee to hip. Cunt gaped obscene. Juices trailed. Pussy lips ballooned. Scent of rutting bitch filled air.
Foot on stool. All eyes on my wrecked hole. Flows stained fabric. She wiped me. Fingers probed folds. Retracted hood. Cleaned clit, perineum, asshole rim. I moaned soft. Gushed more. She returned soaked hanky. Girl sniffed it, tucked away.
The Act
The Raw Act
Grabbed my arm. Paraded me back. Stockings, heels only. Ass lifted high. Wobbled on spikes. Women brushed me. Silk on tits, belly, hips. Sparks flew. Pussy reflooded. Slick again.
Cocktail section. ‘Pick one. Or regret on your fat ass.’ Eyed microskirt. Her nose twitch stopped me. Learned fast. Chose sheer tulle gown. Slit to navel, hips bare to ankles.
Salesgirl Liane pinched tits adjusting. Squeezed hip rolls. ‘Needs darts here,’ hand on heavy chest. ‘Loosen belt.’ Eve called crew. All agreed. Measured. Tape tight waist. Brows raised. Pinned under tits. Needle pricked nipples. Yelps earned smirks.
Stripped slow. Hands roamed. Palms grazed thighs, ass, belly, back. Cupped tits, tweaked tips. Shoulders, neck. Warmth soothed. Eyes met hers. Tenderness? My pussy stirred anew.
Naked again. Tits peaked. Shivering. Eve smirked. Knew my heat.
The Secret
Fittings done. Gown theirs. Me? Bare slut in silk legs, fuck-me heels. Pride swelled. Walked tall. Ass swayed bold. Their glances fueled fire. Back to reality. But changed. Held her leash tight in mind.
No one knows. This rush. Exposed, used, dripping for strangers. Thrill lingers. Pussy aches still. Secret fire burns. I’d do it again. Deeper.