Richard lit a cigarette as he watched the performance from the back of the club. Chris had been fairly nonchalant about his new recruit, mentioning only briefly that she would be arriving for this evening's events. He had glanced at her backstage for just a moment, but it was only until she began her performance that she really caught his attention. He had participated and watched in countless numbers of these sexual performances. He found, on average, most of them to be boring and mechanical; their bodies were too perfect and their actions too mindless.
When he saw Nina walk onto the stage, he was surprised to observe that she was not Chris' typical recruit type which tended towards the tall, blonde and leggy. In fact, she was far from the kind of model-types that most recruiters looked for, even across different ethnicities and races. What had made Chris want to recruit her in the first place then? In that outfit, moreover, she looked more like a lost freshman than a potential recruit for their organization who could fit easily into a corporate setting without much effort.
As the performance unfolded, however, he found himself watching more intently than he had initially planned. He was fascinated by the way he could almost read the thoughts and feelings that danced across her face as she came to grips with her unlikely situation. She seemed completely unprepared for the challenge that lay ahead of her; but rather than fleeing, he sensed a slowly unfolding understanding of her situation and place that belied her youthful countenance. Unlike the vapid, animal-like abandon he had observed on most of the faces of the women and men who usually performed, hers reflected a tension that was truly captivating.
From the moment she began to undress in front of the massive statue, he felt the buzzing tension increase in her and even within him. Every move she made reflected an inner battle between her sense of propriety and the obvious hunger she felt from the center of her being. He could feel the onlookers silently willing her into submission, holding their collective breath as she slowly bared her flushed breasts to the audience and to the now massive erection that the statue sported. As her skirt slipped off her barely undulating hips, the silver flash of metal clamps on her shaven pussy lips only emphasized how exposed she was to her own desires.
As she bent down to her knees and finally allowed her lips to graze the shimmering tip of the alabaster cockhead, the rustling and murmurs of the audience became louder and more animalistic. Bids had begun to get placed for this girl, even before her performance had ended, something that rarely, if ever, occurred during an "amateur" performance such as this. He heard sheets of paper being ripped off and folded, and runners began to approach him.
