Clientele

Zalah and Perrima seated themselves at one of the tables. Zalah looked around, trying to gauge the atmosphere in the establishment. She wondered if the women around her would be people who would be more likely to compete or collude with her. Certainly, status was an issue. Dress and conduct were being rigidly adhered to; it was the paradox of looking like a slut but acting distinguished.

Casting her eyes to her left, the table nearest Zalah seated a woman on her own. She was dressed extravagantly, in a way that nearly defied description. A shiny piece of material, no more than three inches thick, was slung across her breasts. Impossibly tight, clinging to the contours of the two huge globes, thin strips of the silver cloth held it to her body. One slender strap disappeared over her right shoulder, which left the smooth underside of this tit exposed, and another strap fed from the underside of her right boob, which was connected to another piece of the silver material that barely covered her pubic mound. Even to Zalah, this blonde-haired babe’s tits were impressive to say the least, sitting proudly atop a magnificently tight stomach. Her blonde hair was long and straight, cut in a fringe at the front.

Zalah then looked to the right and saw an equally impressive member of the clientele. This woman was another blonde, wearing a distinctive corset. Zalah looked closer, without being too obtrusive. The corset was furred, deep red in colour, studded with yellow spots. Zalah recognised it immediately. It was the fur of the Hyrucian Leopard, one of the fiercest and rarest beasts in Erodoria. A huge pair of tanned tits with small brown nipples spilled over the top of the garment, two orbs that were prodigious in size and defied gravity totally. Black, shiny boots that hugged this woman’s long, slender legs extended all the way up to her loins.

As Zalah surveyed her, this gorgeous blonde inclined her head towards her in a civil fashion, making eye contact with her, the meaning of which she couldn’t really fathom. Then, calling over one of the men that were serving the women with a becoming finger, this woman leaned her head forwards and whispered something in his ear. The man straightened after hearing her instruction, and suddenly pulled his cock up above the level of the table. Purposefully, the waiter began to jerk the stiffening organ, as all the while the blond woman looked over at Zalah. Then, after a minute of two of exertions, the man offered his dick up to the woman, who, in turn, proffered her silver chalice in his direction.

“I think you’ve got a friend,” Perrima whispered to Zalah discreetly, “that’s Celia, a very famous actress in the Tharros theatre.”

As Zalah watched, the waiter’s dick suddenly exploded in a blossom of creamy fluid. But it was misdirected. Celia, who had her eyes locked into Zalah's, was suddenly caught by surprise as a huge burst of cum splattered against the side of her face, causing her to wince, the gooey seed plastering a thick batch of fluid from her forehead to her chin on her left profile. Her left eye closed against the deluge of sperm, Celia turned to give the waiter a disapproving glance with her right, half her face dripping with white fluid. Red faced, the waiter directed the rest of his spurts into Celia’s cup.

When he had finished, Celia winked at Zalah with her good eye, raised her cup in salute, and swiftly downed the contents of her chalice. She made no attempt to wipe the smear of semen from her face.

Then, the lights dimmed, and a figure came onto the stage…