Strip-Off: Chaos!
Part 8
Arrow adjusted their top hat- today was the fourth day of Maya's "Special Punishment", and they were very excited for it to get underway. Most of the people were in the showroom already, and Arrow was just greeting and herding a few stragglers. Arrow was humming a little tune from their hometown, when suddenly, a serious looking man in a suit and tie walked up to Arrow.
Arrow smiled. "Welcome to the Strip-Off showroom! Right now, Maya Tauros is being put on display for everyone to look at and play with. In order to participate, you will need to show us a recent STD test, ID, and fill out this form..."
The man looked around, an annoyed look on his face. "So this is where she's been, huh? That bitch..."
Arrow shrugged. "Yep! She really loves it. Fetishes can be fun for everyone when done right!"
The man growled, towering over Arrow menacingly. "Let me in. I'm her ex-boyfriend- I'm concerned for her well-being."
Arrow yawned. "Oh! You must be her ex. Uhh, what was your name again? I completely forgot. Yes, we've been expecting you. Uh, right, Maya asked me to tell you... uh, what were her exact words?"
Faintly, from within the hall, a female voice echoed. "Fuck fuck fuck FUUUUUCK...!"
Arrow smiled. "Oh, right, I remember now. 'Fuck you'. Now, uh, sir, unless you have an STD test and an ID, as well as a clean criminal record, you can't come in."
The man sighed. "Foolish. Why would I have such a... dirty disease? I've been pure and faithful all my life, unlike you... you... perverts."
Arrow scratched their head. "Really? Huh, weird! Maya told me you were sleeping around with other women and that you probably had picked something up by now. Anyways, STD test, please." The man crossed his arms. "I'm her ex-boyfriend. Surely I should get special treatment."
Arrow scratched their head, then snapped their fingers. "You know what? Sure! I'll give you a seat in the VIP box, right up in the rafters with me!"
The man narrowed their eyes at Arrow. "I don't want to be stuck in a box with a pervert."
Arrow laughed. "Why the hell did you come here, then?"
The man grumbled. "Fine. Take me up there. I need to see her."
Arrow guided Maya's ex up a staff staircase and into an effects booth above and behind the audience. Arrow tapped the microphone. "Hey, everyone! Just wanna let you know that I'm back in the booth, so if you want any cool sex toys to pop up on stage or whatever, just holler it out and I'll get it done!" The audience cheered.
Arrow smiled. "Go ahead and look out the window- Maya's right there on stage! That's who you wanted to see, yeah?"
The man walked up to the window and gasped in shock. There, on stage, was Maya. Her legs were shackled to the ground, spread far apart so that her pussy was in full view. Her skin was covered in obscene language and suggestions with what to do to her dirty, slutty body. She was drooling and panting, fluid dripping from almost every hole in her body. Her full breasts and tight ass were glistening with sweat, and her eyes were rolled back in her head. And above her was a huge, neon sign which read: "FUCK ME".
The man sputtered and averted his gaze. "What in God's name IS this?"
Arrow shrugged. "What, did you not watch the show?"
"Of course I watched the show!"
Arrow scratched their head. "...wait. You're calling us all perverts, but you're watching the same porn show that your ex-girlfriend is starring on? How does that make sense?"
Suddenly, Maya let out a loud moan. Piss began coming out from her glistening, quivering pussy. The crowd cheered- a few men came up to grope her breasts and ogle her from close up. She moaned out: "Please, please, I wanna be your public cum toilet, please cum on me and fuck me and grope me and..."
Arrow grinned. "Oh, right. Uh, the microphones on stage are connected to the speakers here, so that we can hear what's going on down there."
"Just- just let me talk to her! I need to get her away from these degenerates! They're corrupting her!"
Arrow turned on the loudspeaker system. "Uh, hey, Maya! He's here!"
Maya groaned. "Oh GOD yes! Get that son of a bitch on the line."
Arrow gestured towards the mic. "All yours, man."