1: Urinal
The hire scheme was working out pretty well. Molly may have been a worthless cunt, however she was at least an asset in some ways. Her looks, stamina and total enthusiasm when performing whatever she'd been instructed or booked for keep demand high. Especially for her cock sucking and urinal skills.
Molly had become adept at getting bearings under blindfold. So much time wearing one had made it second nature. She was always blindfolded on the journey. She liked that, she could drift and imagine what might be in store, her imagination was plenty to get her soaking wet and craving the abuse and humiliation she needed to orgasm.
When Molly got out of the car; It felt rural. The ground soft, bark or leaves under her bare feet. The cool damp in the air as her travelling coat was removed, leaving her naked with just her thick collar and the leash tugging her in the direction they wanted her.
Into a cabin, the floor again and the sounds gave it away. Voices, male, cigar smoke, whiskey. Her nipples peaked harder and her cunt dripped more in a pavlovian response to the sounds she knew as she was led across the space, a big room.
A few pauses in the journey for pinches and rough appraisals her flesh and the unseen people greeting her handler...
Back outside, then cool tile, she was seated on some kind of cold, slatted chair, secured tight wrists and ankles before the collar came off. her hair braided swiftly and wrapped around a bar , forcing her head back. A gag that held her mouth almost painfully wide. Clips on her rigid nipples and clit, a tug. It was a chain attached to the clips and loosely running above her head. She couldn't see the sign that said 'URINAL and ASHTRAY' No Spunk!
Then, nothing, alone in the cooling air, the muffled party noises, slaps and squeals making her long for some attention...Her pussy was swollen with desire and it was dripping, each drop making an audible note as it hit whatever was below the chair, something metal.