31 Sugar doll (1/2)

Satisfied, Sam put her hands to her sides and saw with grim satisfaction the beads of sweat on his upper lip.

”Great, did you like it?”

Jefe ran a hand over his mouth. ”So far, so good, sugar doll, remember the second part of our agreement.”

Sam had considered her role well. She leaned forward and spoke to him in a clearly audible voice. ”After that, I longed for the most.” She opened Jefe's pants. He jumped up and was naked in seconds. Sam looked down, examining. Here she did not have to do any 'building work' anymore. She looked questioningly at Jefe.

Sam refrained from laughing when he dutifully took out a condom and put it on. Gently she pushed him back onto the chair and sat down on his lap.

While Sam was processing onlookers for viewers, she casually realized that the rest of the 40 men had gone over to the usual procedure. However, she wanted to believe that everything was less violent and quieter.

Sam heard the whispered words of her audience and was glad that the fulfillment of these wishes caused her no greater discomfort. The riding number with Jefe, twice oral sex, twice missionary and once from behind. That could have been much worse. Sam had difficulty convincing her copulation partners to use condoms.

First and foremost, Sam thought of sexually transmitted diseases, but could convince the men only with the argument that they hardly wanted to come into contact with the legacies of their predecessors. The argument drew.

While Sam was busy, she occasionally looked unobtrusively to the gallery. She saw surprised, helpless - but mostly greedy - faces. Only Brutus stood with a stony expression on the pillar and watched Sam expressionless.

The end of the event was pretty unspectacular. While their audience bravely cleared the chairs, Sam gathered her clothes and went over to the collection showers. The other women gave her venomous looks and whispered. Sam took it easy, should they. They were victims, cattle. At least Sam took her fate into her own hands.

Brutus and two colleagues guarded the showering women. For Sam they were air. If everything went according to plan, soon a part of the guards would dance to their tune.

As she stepped to her bundle of clothes, Brutus poked the tip of his baton against her shoulder. ”Everybody out.”

His colleagues urged the women to hurry and leave the room. As the door closed behind them, Brutus put away the baton and began to clap slowly and loudly.