Chapter 2
Zoe drew in some air. With Becca waiting, her arms crossed under her breasts, she slowly opened the top two buttons of her crisp white blouse.
She paused. “Don’t you… uh… don’t you have to stop that guy’s water?”
“No. That only runs for a minute. Quit stalling.”
Zoe hastily opened the rest of the buttons. She took her blouse off, then stepped out of her skirt. Standing in front of Becca in her bra and panties, a flush crept up her neck. Her heart raced in her chest.
“The rest, too,” Becca said, folding Zoe’s blouse.
Oh God. She shifted her weight. Still better than Mom and Dad’s basement, right? You’re here already, now go through with it!
Her fingers trembled as she unhooked the bra, letting her large breasts fall, then peeled off her panties. The urge to cover herself was almost overwhelming; she stood with her fists clenched at her sides, taking a deep, shaky breath.
“Awesome tits,” Becca said, reaching out a hand. “May I?”
Zoe exhaled. After a long moment, she nodded.
Becca cradled them in her hands, giving them a gentle squeeze, considering their weight and shape. “I handle a lot of tits, but these are really nice. You’re gonna give a lot of guys blue balls.”
“D-do I have to work naked?”
“Not if you’re happy with the base salary.” Becca ran her fingers over Zoe’s pubic hair. “Bare tits and cunt pays extra, but you gotta shave or wax. Angie’s got a whole system worked out.”
“I… I don’t know.” Zoe reached for her bra, then pulled her hand back. She still owed her ex-boyfriend six months’ rent. With a sigh, she stepped into her worn but polished ballerinas. “I guess I can give it a try. But they’re not gonna grope me or anything?”
“It’s your job to keep them in line. Keep them chained up and you’ll be fine. Be careful with the women, though. They’re handsy.” Becca grinned, her eyes sparkling. “A shock prod to the cunt cures everyone except the pathological cases.”
Zoe stared at her, stamping a foot. “I could never!”
“That’s what I thought, too. It’s your decision. When our guests figure out you’re not gonna punish bad behavior, your tits will feel like they’re melons on the market. Especially when they’re big like yours.”
Naked and very aware of that fact, Zoe followed Becca along the corridor, back to the booking area. The naked man cowered in his shower cage, his previously engorged cock flaccid and shriveled. Walking by, Becca smashed the shower button, giving him another dose of cold water.
“I pissed on him earlier,” she said. “I just wanna make sure he doesn’t stink when we ass-fuck him.”
She picked up a massive battery-powered vibrator, a shock prod, and a ring gag from one of the closets. Zoe stared in disbelief. A staggering collection of leather and steel implements – collars, whips, restraints – was neatly organized on the shelves.
“The slut in AdSeg One needs another dose,” Becca said, handing Zoe a pair of orange flip-flops. “Put these on. You don’t wanna get piss on your shoes.”
“P-p… really?” Zoe stammered, swallowing hard.
“Yeah. Number Seven’s one of the nastiest sluts we have in our care. Hedge fund manager, spends every other weekend here. Let’s teach her a little lesson.”
On the other side of the room, Becca tapped her earpiece. “Open AdSeg.”
Inside cell number one, a woman in her thirties was lying on a plastic mattress at the center of an otherwise empty cell. In the same position as Becca, she had a tattoo on her pubic mound: a pair of handcuffs and a large number Seven, matching the engraving on her collar. Her hands and feet were cuffed to rings embedded in the bed frame, and a small, yellow puddle had formed between her legs. The thick stench of urine hit Zoe’s nose.
“Hey, Seven,” Becca said, handing Zoe the ring gag. “Pissed yourself again, huh?“
“Yup. I’d shit myself too, but you fucked it all out of me.”
Becca ran her finger over the woman’s tattoo. “I thought you wanted to add a whip and a pile of shit. Nice and big, so that everyone knows what you’re into when you drop your panties.”
“Didn’t get round to it. It’s been a busy week.” The woman grinned. “Who’s Big Tits? Got a new bitch to keep us sluts in line? Must be pretty new if she hasn’t even shaved her twat yet.”
“Her name’s Zoe, and you will show her respect.” Becca firmly pressed the shock prod on Seven’s crotch, right above her clit. “Open your mouth for the gag. You talk too much.”
She opened her mouth immediately. Zoe pushed the gag in, and when the woman raised her head, she quickly pulled the strap tight and secured the buckle.
“She’s being punished for getting shit on my cock,” Becca explained, handing Zoe the vibrator. “We’re gonna vibe her, but don’t let her come.”
Number Seven made protesting sounds through her gag, but Zoe couldn’t make out any words. She flicked the switch, and the vibrator started humming. It was a powerful sound, a growl almost – much stronger than the little thing she had in her suitcase.
Zoe pressed the toy against the woman’s clit, and the reaction was swift. Tugging at her restraints, the woman moaned, her body contorting as her arousal built. Becca knelt on her hips to keep her in place. Despite the flutter in her stomach, Zoe kept going.
When the woman’s breath hitched, Becca pressed the shock prod at her breast and pushed the button. The woman groaned, then laughed, sticking her tongue out through her gag. The prod left a faint, singed smell in the air.
“You have to set the prod to low,” Becca said. “Just enough to yank her from the edge. Now go again. Show that bitch who’s boss.”
They repeated the game five times, never letting the woman climax, leaving her begging and cursing on the mattress. By the time they were back outside and the cell door slammed shut, Zoe was drained, shaking, and cold with sweat. The smell of urine and female arousal still lingered in her nose.
“See,” Becca said, flicking the safety switch on her shock prod. “She pissed on you. In here, it’s better to be naked. You can take a shower later; let’s do Number Eight first.”
“Oh God!” Zoe grabbed Becca’s shoulder to steady herself. “That was the most evil thing I ever did in my life.”
“What? The woman’s a masochist; that’s exactly what she’s paying for.” She glanced at Zoe’s crotch and chuckled. “Wait a minute! You’re wet!”
“I’m not!” Zoe gulped, fighting down a pang of nausea. She wanted this. This wasn’t me. I didn’t shock her. “It was just… intense! I don’t know!”
“Okay,” Becca said with a shrug. “Whatever. Number Eight gets his ass-fuck. Let’s go, no rest for the wicked.”