Chapter 4
Three busy months had passed since the final shot of Waddle and Riot. It was two in the morning on a Saturday, and Quinn was just about ready to call it a day. Between movie promotions and managing their new club, the last few weeks especially had been beyond exhausting. Neither she nor Ralph had gotten a lot of time to themselves.
The club’s large basement room was dimly lit, but her glass cage, two by two meters on a hip-high platform, was well-illuminated. She sat naked on her plastic mattress with her knees pulled to her chin, watching a stream of pee snake its way toward the drain.
The shit covering her breasts, face, and various other parts of her body had dried hours ago and now cracked with every move she made. She pushed two fingers into her vagina, giving herself a tentative rub, then pulled out. Her fingers stank like everything about her. She yawned.
Almost done for today. God, that was intense.
On the far side of the wall, a few men stood with their pants around their ankles, using the glory holes. A young couple, both almost naked, had fallen asleep on a vinyl-covered sofa. She flicked one of the six dildos mounted on the floor, all crusted with excrement and her juices. It wobbled. She flicked another one and made it wobble, too.
From the corner of her eye, she saw a young woman stand in the door. In a room where many wore leather or latex, she looked out of place in her short white sundress and that blue ribbon in her blonde hair.
After glancing around for a moment, the woman walked up to the glass cage.
“Hi,” she said, looking Quinn over from head to toe. “So you’re that porn star everyone’s talking about.”
“Good things, I hope. I’m Quinn.”
“Christina,” she said, examining the impressive lineup of sex toys.
“Pleased to meet you, Christina. What brought you here?”
She shrugged. “Just curious. It’s my first time here – just passing the time while my boyfriend’s at the glory holes.”
“That shouldn't take long.”
“Depends. Last time I checked, he still had five dicks to suck for our discount.”
Quinn laughed. Offering the guests a twenty percent discount for working the glory holes had been Ralph’s brilliant idea. It was a lot cheaper than hiring extra staff.
“Pimping out the boyfriend for a discount. You're not as innocent as you look.”
“Never said I was,” Christina lifted her dress for a moment to show her bare crotch with an assortment of labia piercings. “But it’s only fair; I suck his dick all the time.” She leaned in and whispered, “Honestly, he's got a lot to learn. He doesn’t have the greatest technique if you ask me.”
“Guys never complain about a mediocre blowjob. Maybe get yourself a strap-on and let him practice on that.”
Christina chuckled. “Already have. Nothing like fucking their asses and having them suck a shitty dildo to show them who’s boss.”
“Yeah.” Quinn absentmindedly pinched her hardening nipples. “The shittier it is, the more I like sucking it. Even better if it’s a real dick.”
“Me, too. I’m lucky I found someone who doesn’t mind fucking a packed ass.” Christina reached under her skirt to rub herself a little, then stood up straight. “So, what’s happening here?”
“Not much at the moment. You can make me shove dildos up my holes, make me masturbate, eat shit. Stuff like that.”
Two metal dog bowls stood in the corner. The left one had the remnants of a turkey sandwich, cut into small pieces, and the right one a small pile of feces. Christina got closer to the glass, taking a look at the bowls.
“Payment via the app?” she asked.
“Yep.”
“This is all your own poop?”
“What’s left of it. But if you wanna see me poop, you’ll have to come back another time. I’m all out.”
Christina knelt down and took a closer look at the dildos. “That’s a lot bigger than what I have at home. Can you take them? In your butt?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“This one looks weird.” Christina pointed at the protrusion at the base of a large, purple dildo. “What’s that?”
“That’s the knot. When it’s in my ass, you can pump it up to make sure I can’t take it out. It’s modeled after a dog dick, but this one’s bigger, obviously.”
“So you’ll be stuck, huh. Doesn’t that hurt?”
Quinn shrugged. “It’s uncomfortable, especially the first few minutes. Wanna give it a try? Make me a knotted bitch?”
After a few moments of hesitation, Christina pulled her phone out of her purse. Her index finger moved over the screen to open the app.
“Select cage five,” Quinn said, spreading her legs. “And this big boy here is dildo number three. I think it’s fifteen bucks to shove it up my ass.”
“How long are you going to stay on that thing?”
“You can select that in the next step. The time depends on how much you pay. ”
Christina tapped on her phone, and a small green LED near the bottom of the dildo lit up. Quinn reached for the bottle of lube and poured some over it, then sat down slowly, burying the large toy to the hilt in her ass.
“Wow,” Christina said, giving her an appreciative nod. “I didn’t think you could take it just like that.”
“I’ve had lots of practice. Wanna pump it up?”
Another tap and Quinn felt the knot slowly increase in size. She grimaced and took a deep breath. The knot grew and grew inside her rectum – uncomfortable at first then painful. The pain would subside after a few minutes.
“Hurts?” asked Christina, gnawing on her lip.
“Just until I’m used to it.”
“How big is it?”
“About the size of a large orange. Too large to get off of it, even with an ass as loose as mine. “How long did you give me?”
“Half an hour,” Christina said, smiling mischievously. “On second thought…” She pressed another button on her phone. “Let’s make it an hour. To give you some time to enjoy it. Practice makes perfect, right?”
Quinn laughed. Sadistic little bitch. “For another five bucks you can make me masturbate. Coming would distract me a bit.”
“But I don’t want you to come.” Christina grinned broadly and held up her phone. “Say, ‘I’m Christina’s dirty bitch.’ I want to record it for my boyfriend.”
Quinn laughed out loud. “What?”
“Say it! Or you’ll get another half hour.”
“Do it,” Quinn said, clenching her sphincter on the base of the oversized dildo. “I like getting my holes stuffed.”
Christina gave her a pleading look. “Pretty please?”
“Fine.” Quinn chuckled, cupping her shit-caked breasts to push them forward. “I’m Quinn, the star of Waddle and Riot, and I’m Christina’s dirty bitch.”
“Thank you,” Christina said, tucking her phone away. “I’m gonna go and help my boyfriend. I might be back later to let you masturbate.” She smirked. “Or to give you some extra time.”