Sylvie leaned against the red brick wall, taking in Claude while he took in Le Tigre and the crowd milling around outside the front door. She could tell one thing; he had never been to a place like this before. She watched him squirm in his expensive charcoal suit as a couple with a leash between them passed by, but she could tell one other thing; he wasn't exactly running away.
He tugged on his maroon tie nervously as he leaned slightly toward her, "What kind of show did you say this was?"
Sylvie blew the smoke from a long drag into his face. "I didn't."
"Yeah, but this isn't exactly Les Miserables," Claude chuckled, trying to hide his anxiety.
"You got to pick the restaurant," Sylvie shrugged. She flicked her butt into the road when the doorman called her name. She led Claude through the crowd by his hand, and followed the doorman's directions to her room.
Sylvie sat on the sofa, and rubbed the cushion next to her. Claude stepped over, and she pulled him down. She had a tight black corset top beneath her half-buttoned blouse that pushed her large breasts into impressive cleavage, but Claude was too busy looking around the dimly lit room to notice. He was wide eyed, shaking like he might bolt, so Sylvie placed a hand on his thigh to keep him there, and handed him a flute of champagne. He downed it in one gulp.
"Seriously, what is this?" he asked.
"Seriously, you'll find out in a minute," Sylvie replied, "A friend of mine is putting on a little one girl show, and she thought I might want to come and watch."
"A one girl show?" Claude asked.
"Yeah, one girl," Sylvie said, filling his glass again, "but I imagine there'll be at least a couple guys involved, knowing her."
Claude looked at her, but suddenly the curtains opened. Claude looked that way, and his jaw dropped. There was Sylvie's friend, Celine, kneeling in profile over a short table. Her arms were bound from wrist to elbow by tight leather behind her, and the collar around her neck was held to the loop on the table by three links of chain. Claude started to get up, but Sylvie squeezed his leg to keep him seated. He looked at her, bewildered, and Sylvie nodded back toward the stage.
Four men had appeared from off stage, and two approached the bound woman immediately. The first had a riding crop that he smacked his hand with as he approached her. Sylvie could see her friend's slight shiver at every slap. He stopped behind her, and placed a hand on her ass, running his hand down her leg so he could push up her denim skirt. She smiled, moaning softly as he massaged her ass beneath the fabric, but the man in front of her grabbed her face roughly and he crouched down.
"Did I give you permission to moan?" he asked.
Celine shook her head in his grip, and he released her roughly. He pulled out a thin strap of a harness and slipped on over her mouth. Her teeth rested wide on a metal ring. He took her by her dark red hair as he adjusted his position at the same time as pulling his dick out of his shorts. He was hard already, and eager to stuff Celine's mouth to keep her from moaning again. He thrust in deep, gagging her. Saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth by the harness as he pushed it in again.
Sylvie glanced at Claude, who was still staring with mouth agape, but he seemed to feel her eyes on him. "What is this?" he whispered hoarsely.
Sylvie took his empty glass, and set it on the table, "It's just what it looks like," she said, sitting back on the couch, "Just watch and see."
On the stage, the man behind Celine was pulling her skirt up over her ass, exposing a pale cheek. He slapped her hard with the riding crop, making her jump and go down even deeper on the cock she was sucking intently. She was given just enough time so she was surprised again by the next one. He massaged her reddening cheek between hits, making her hips sway, and then every muscle tensed when he delivered another blow.
He leaned down to her to examine her pussy closely as he pulled the latex thong up, and then let it snap back down. He rubbed his fingers on his thumb, "You're already sopping wet," he told her, "You must be really enjoying this."
The man in front of her removed his cock, "Permission to confirm," he said.
Celine confirmed with a long moan, then had the cock stuffed back into her dripping mouth.
The man behind her took her thong again, and pulled it to the side. He put two fingers into her pussy, pressing in deep and Celine writhed slightly, gagging again as the cock in her mouth hit the back of her throat. He took his cock out, and ran the head of it across her slick snatch. She moaned a little, and was spanked for it, then he thrust in.
A third man approached, his shorts barely able to contain him. He reached immediately for Celine's breast, but quickly got annoyed by the shirt she was wearing, and tore it off to reveal a shiny black and red bra.
Sylvie slipped her hand up and down Claude's thigh as she watched, her other hand caressing her breast as she watched Celine's caressed. She glanced at Claude, and noticed that he was watching her instead of the show. She smiled and settled back as she twisted her nipple.
Celine was writhing as much as she was able, confined by the chain, and the three men surrounding her. The man behind her began undoing the straps on her arms as he continued to fuck her, and he released her so she could reach for the cock of the guy who was squeezing her breasts. He grinned, moving one hand down her back, and slapped her ass to encourage her movement. He leaned over for a look at her pussy being stuffed, and ripped her dress out of the way when he couldn't get a good enough look. He moved his hand between her cheeks, and pulled the thong away from her asshole so he could rub it. Celine shuddered, her back arched, and the man who had been fucking her mouth withdrew and blew his load onto her cheek. It dripped down into her mouth, and her tongue darted out to catch more of it.
"Thank you," Celine murmured around the metal ring, and the man removed it. He unlocked the chain from the table and pulled her upright on her knees. He took her hands, and buckled the leather cuffs together. The guy who was fucking her pulled out, and the fourth guy finally came out of the shadows. He helped the others lift her up, raising her arms to slip the cuffs onto a hook that hung from the ceiling. Celine was nearly dangling, but only briefly before she was lifted, and set back onto the dick she had been fucking before.
Sylvie's hand wandered from Claude's leg to his crotch, and could feel a large bulge beneath his pants. He still looked a little nervous, but he was clearly enjoying it. Sylvie took his hand and brought it to her mouth so she could run her tongue up the first two fingers, then sucked them into her mouth. Claude sighed quietly, his posture finally beginning to relax. Sylvie draped one leg over his knee, and he began to rub it slowly as her hand wandered down to stroke her pussy through her panties.
Celine was given permission to moan, and she did so lustily, as the final man set about removing the ripped remnants of her clothes. He unfastened the bra between her breasts, and they bounced as the man holding her beneath the legs lifted her up and down. The last man bent behind her, spitting on her ass to make it slick. He rubbed her asshole and she convulsed violently, throwing her head around, her whole body was shaking.
