The emcee added that “Amanda was assigned to the topless category as a result of the lottery drawings this morning. She didn’t choose topless instead of nude because she is bashful or shy.” He gave the chain on the clamps a little jerk, and directed Amanda to the left.
“Winner Number 2, our first winner in the nude category, is Lynn, from Chicago, Illinois, in the United States.” Lynn emerged into the spotlight, walked to the front, bowed and waved to the crowd. Another roar of applause, another jerk on the nipple clamps, and Lynn was directed just a few steps to the right.
“Winner Number 3, the second winner in the nude category, is Corinne, from Melbourne, Australia.” Suzanne had refused to let her real first name or home town be mentioned; this concession cost management nothing. Suzanne emerged into the spotlight and came to the front of the stage. Suzanne’s nipple clamps also got a jerk, causing her to cry out. The crowed cheered and applauded as she was directed just a few steps to the left.
“And finally, Winner Number 4, also in the nude category, is Amy from San Francisco, California.” Amy stepped out into the spotlight, waved to the crowd, got the now customary jerk on her clamps and the customary applause, and stood between Lynn and Suzanne.
“The winners have some very special activities ahead, for them and for you. But they don’t yet know what they get to do. They are going to draw lots to determine who gets to engage in which activity.” Three oversized discs sat on a small table. Each woman had been carefully instructed on which disc to choose. If anyone made a mistake, the back sides of the discs would not be shown to the crowd. But no one messed up.
The three women held the backs of their discs up to the camera. Dinner, Sex, Whip. This was nearly as clear to the crowd as it had been to them. The emcee started in again. “Lynn will have no performance on stage, but she is joining us for dinner at The Schooner Maria, and she will make a lovely display both here and for all the diners there.
“Amanda will be leaving us now, but she will be out and about in public places in the complex until at least 9:00, still topless and, depending on when you see her, possibly still wearing her nipple clamps. If you’re not coming to The Schooner Maria, then we hope you spot Amanda. And enjoy the view.”
Lynn and Amy stepped to the far left and the far right. An employee retied their wrists behind their backs, ending the risk that they might partially cover themselves. They remained at the front of the stage, each bathed in a separate spotlight, each clamped and loosely bound. The camera would occasionally pan to one or the other of them standing there while Suzanne was the center of attention.
“Our first performer tonight is Corinne, and her activity will be a familiar one to most of you.” The emcee untied Suzanne’s wrists and removed her nipple clamps. She winced, but by now she knew how much it hurt to take them off. She was prepared for the jolt of pain, and she avoided crying out. Her temporarily misshapen nipples slightly marred her exquisite beauty, but the crowd obviously knew why the nipples were misshapen; they had just seen the clamps come off. She was still lovely, with her beautiful face and her tight and well proportioned body.
“And Corinne has invited a very special guest her husband Fred.” They had decided that announcing the marital relationship would enhance more than it detracted. It would be romantic to some, it would be reassuring to some, it would make this performance more like real life and less like porn. Although of course it was porn, and all the more so when projected on the big-screen televisions.
Some in the crowd would no doubt have liked the taboo thrill involved in Suzanne having sex with a man she barely knew. But at least this first time, that group wouldn’t be disappointed. They would never know that there had been such a possibility.
Fred appeared at the rear of the stage and walked to the front, fully dressed. He was trim and fit, not quite six-feet tall, with rugged good looks a male handsome and successful enough to win a woman as beautiful as Suzanne.
Following the instructions in her earpiece, Suzanne motioned for Fred to come to her. She was deeply embarrassed about doing this, but she thought it would be even more embarrassing to be forced to do it and have this crowd think she wasn’t good at it. Any married woman, and most especially a sexy-looking married woman, should be good at sex. So she gave this task her sexy best. And that was very sexy indeed.
Suzanne began to unbutton Fred’s shirt. She kissed him deeply on the lips, and then nuzzled his chest as she slipped his shirt off. She knelt before Fred, untied and removed his shoes, and removed his socks. Those few in the crowd who had not guessed what was coming were figuring it out fast.
She undid his belt, undid the button on his jeans, and pulled down his zipper. She nuzzled through the jeans against his growing cock, and then pulled the jeans down to his ankles. He lifted one leg at a time as she pulled them off, and then they did the same with his underwear. They were both naked now, and his erection was rising.
Still on her knees, she licked around the tip of his cock, then took it in her mouth, and sucked deeply. At half or so erect, she could take all of it, planting her upper lip in his pubic hair as she sucked. But he was growing fast, and she had never learned to deep throat; she couldn’t take all of him a second time. She sucked up and down the shaft, licked his balls, and licked the tip of his cock again. The voice in the earpiece told her to stop.
Management worried about two things with Fred. One was that he would be so nervous or embarrassed that he couldn’t get it up. That did not appear to be a problem. The other fear was that he would be so excited that he came almost immediately. They wanted a show, not a quickie. And they certainly didn’t want him to come in her mouth before they even had a chance to spread her pussy wide open and display it to the crowd.
They had explained to both Suzanne and Fred a firm policy of “She comes first.” Suzanne must have a visible orgasm before Fred’s cock ever entered her pussy. And then, when he entered her in the immediate wake of that orgasm, she would already be at a maximum stage of sexual excitement. Fucking in that state would be intense, and management hoped that the intensity would show.
Fred and Suzanne now stood at the front edge of center stage, and they each slowly turned around 360 degrees, so that everyone could get a good look from every angle. Suzanne had been on display for a while; this was mostly about showing off Fred’s erection. He was young and strong; his rock-hard cock pointed up and out, nearly half way from horizontal to vertical.
While Fred and Suzanne were preening and rotating, and all attention was focused on them, a stage crew quietly moved a bed up to a point just behind them. The bed was made up with only a fitted bottom sheet; no linens would interfere with the view. When Fred and Suzanne had finished rotating, they lay together on the bed.