I let out a moan as another stream of cum hit my face. Johanna's slick body was still up against mine. I could only hear the wet sounds her hands made as she pumped the cocks of more eager men. I had long since given up trying to see with all the semen running down my face. A cloud of lust had settled around us, and all I could do was let it instruct my body as more and more cocks shot out loads of tasty sperm...
It had all started with the knock on my hotel door. I crept up to the peephole and saw an impatient Johanna Mason standing out in the hall. Her eyes were darting around, arms crossed. Obviously she had something important to say.
Oh, and she was still completely naked.
Four hours later and I hadn't gotten over her elevator stunt. Stripping naked in front of us. Winking at Peeta before strutting off. The fucking nerve. I was still in my dress and she didn't even have the decency to put clothes on.
It took every ounce of self-control to turn the handle and open the door. Looking at Joanna's feet, it became evident I was wrong about her being totally naked. She wore black platform high heels, putting her a few inches above me. Her pussy was completely shaved, and I could see the curve of her ass behind it. Johanna's arms uncrossed to reveal her well-rounded breasts. They were beautiful, curving up into a prominent collarbone that I found strangely sexy. Her makeup and hair were still immaculate. Courtesy of a top-rate stylist, I assumed.
"Hey, brainless. You're needed. Come on."
"What for?" I asked. Best case scenario Johanna was screwing with me. The worst possibility was that this was some sort of trap to make sure I wasn't going to be a threat during the Games.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to stab you or anything." she snickered, "This is mandatory tribute stuff. Here, check the console in your room. It should be in your schedule."
I went over to my console and sure enough, I was down for "District 7 Group Meeting". Whatever the hell that meant.
"Well? I'm ready. Let's go". I told Johanna.
"Oh no, lose the clothes."
"What? Isn't Peeta--"
"No, they aren't required for this kind of meeting."
This kind of meeting? What the fuck did she mean by that? Were we going to end up in a room with all those creepy sponsors I met downstairs? Was I going to be made to do horrible things for the people of the Capitol?
I felt Johanna's fingers brush my arm.
"Hey, it's okay. I can be a bitch with these things, so let me back up and explain so you don't get worried."
I stopped. Never in a million years would I have thought Johanna would say that.
"This meeting doesn't involve your boyfriend from twelve. It's just you and me running things. I want you to remember that we are in complete control of what happens. If you don't like what's happening or feel like you're being forced to do something, speak up and you'll be respected."
"I can't go off of that alone." I said, "I need you to tell me exactly what this is. If I don't know, I don't go with you."
Johanna smiled. She moved a hand down her smooth body and up between her legs. I heard a wet sound as her hand withdrew. She brought her moist fingers up to my face and brushed them across my lips. The sweet smell of her juices was intoxicating.
"Think of it as...stress relief." Johanna said, coyly. She put her fingers in her mouth and gave me a sultry look. She sucked all the pussy juice off her fingers which gave a loud 'pop' as they came out. "So brainless, are you interested in having some fun?"
I just stood there, caught in Johanna's lustful display and the smell of her juices on my face. My lower body was paralyzed, but my mouth was free enough to speak one word...
"Yes."
Johanna grinned. But it wasn't the same smile of self pleasure she gave moments before. This was the expression she had in the elevator. The grin of knowing your bare body had put someone under a spell.
