Delicious Leftovers CH. 06
Dani & Lorena 6
by Miss Pamela Lightener
(Dominant Lorena, 35, tall and fanatically fit, veteran of MMA and Krav Maga training, escorts her new friend Danielle to the stage at The Exchange, a private club. Lorena was one of the founding members of the Sensual Experiences Xchange, where members and vetted guests are displayed and handled for the enjoyment of an audience. Dani has observed others in tonight's show, and was now to be the star of the grand finale.)
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Gorgeous in her shimming short cocktail dress and heels, and nothing else, petite blonde Dani was silently presented to the members and guests of the Exchange. Almost every member has attended, hearing about the fresh young woman who has only recently been introduced to submission, nudity while others are clothed, and being made to cum on command. In the last several days Danielle has been stripped, spanked, inspected, probed, and ravished. She has also tasted two delicious pussies and will have to admit to herself that she craves all of it desperately.
Lorena moves to go back to her seat when Dani says, "Wait. No, stay. Aren't you going to...uh...be here with me?"
"No, sweetie. Not for your first time. Club rules." Dani's face shows anxiety and dread. "The members bid on who will, um, handle you tonight. I don't know who won, but I understand the amount was an all-time record. There's quite a bit of buzz about you. Think that Raia must have described every inch of you in some detail, as well as the pleasure you gave her. She's quite creative verbally as well as sexually."
Danielle wanted to melt into the floor. She could barely look at the dozens of people who had heard all about her body, her embarrassment, and what was done to her.
"Please, Lorena."
"Sorry, baby." Lorena really sympathized, and felt as if she was abandoning her. "I'll be right over here. Now stand up straight and do as you're told. Don't disappoint me."
Returning to her seat, Lorena was tense with anxiety. Poor Dani looked so lost, but she was trying to be brave. Then from behind the curtain strode Ben. "Big Ben."
Ben was a member in good standing, although not a founding member. He had worked hard to lose 30 pounds since playing linebacker on the local college team several years ago, and was down to a trim 220 pounds. Heavily tattooed, extremely muscular, Ben was intimidating even in street clothes. But tonight all he wore were tight thin black leather pants that did nothing to conceal a long and fat cock. Curly black hair to his shoulders, and over much of his body, Fu Manchu mustache, and bold sideburns completed the look of someone the Oakland Raiders would have rejected for being too scary.