Dilute the liquid

Lisa stood naked and radiant on stage, the microphone held loosely in her hand. Behind her, the live feed from the shower continued to play on the big screen—the four naked, **** women scrubbing each other down.

She smiled sweetly at the crowd and said in a clear, relishful voice: “And now we come to my little ****. Those four just wanted to leave me behind earlier. Right now, they aren’t even thinking about me, Sara, or Svenja.

[Note to the readers: They’ve forgotten about you and your hard cocks and wet pussies too, haven’t they? In your minds, you’re right there in the shower with them…]”

Lisa paused dramatically, letting the words sink in, and then continued: “Svenja is getting married in a week. The bridesmaids’ dresses are so low-cut that you’ll be able to see the sayings on their chests and stomachs perfectly. Those four absolutely have to get rid of these tattoos. My friends told them there’s an extremely expensive special lotion that can help them.”

Mia held up four large, transparent funnel bottles that were already filled with a milky liquid. “In reality, this is a strong solvent. I’m going to dilute it. And the more I dilute it, the less ink comes off. The more shadow remains, the longer the slogans will stay visible—on their tits, on their bellies, and right above their pussies. ”

She smiled wickedly.

“And now you come into play, dear men. We have four funnels of solvent here. All contain enough to remove the paint completely. If you squirt your cum in there, we’ll dilute it. The more cum, the thinner the solution, the clearer the tattoos will remain as beautiful, lasting shadows.”

Lisa turned slightly toward the screen and pointed at the shower.

“Dear women, please help the men with this. We only have 10 minutes.” She raised the bottles once more.

“As a little encouragement, here’s the video of the girls in the shower—and on the split screen, you can still see Svenja and Sara with Jerome.”

The screen split. On the left, the four panicked women in the shower; on the right, Svenja and Sara in the cage as Jerome stroked their naked bodies with his huge black cock.

Lisa grinned widely and shouted, “Fire away… or rather: cum away!”

The words echoed through the club like a starting gun.

Immediately, dozens of men surged forward. Cocks were pulled out of pants, hard and throbbing. The four large funnel bottles stood on small pedestals at the edge of the stage, ready for the first load. The women in the audience became willing helpers.

Some knelt directly in front of the men, took the hard cocks into their mouths, and sucked them deep and wet. Others stood beside them, jerking the cocks with both hands quickly and firmly while whispering dirty things into the men’s ears.

A big, bearded guy was the first to step up to the left funnel. Two women knelt before him. One greedily sucked on his glans, the other jerked the shaft hard and fast. He groaned loudly, grabbed one woman’s head, and came. Thick, white spurts of cum shot in a high arc into the funnel. The women laughed and squeezed out the last drop. The fluid immediately turned milky.

Two men at the next funnels at the same time. A woman jerked off both cocks alternately while sucking on their glans in turn. Both came almost simultaneously. Long, powerful streams of semen splashed into the funnels. The crowd cheered.

A young, well-built guy. Two women were taking care of him. One sucked deeply, the second massaged his balls. He roared and shot a huge load into the fourth funnel. There was so much cum that it overflowed at the top.

More and more men pushed forward. The women eagerly helped—they jerked, sucked, licked, and cheered the men on with dirty words: “Make the lotion nice and thin for the sluts!”

“Give them your cum so the tattoos stay beautiful!”

The four funnels quickly turned milky white. The more cum flowed in, the more the solvent thinned out.

Lisa stood on stage, naked and triumphant, and cheerfully shouted to the crowd:

“Keep it up, guys! The more you shoot in there, the longer the beautiful tattoos will stay on their tits and pussies! Make them really nice and thin!”

The men roared and jerked off even faster. Thick strands of cum splashed into the funnels.

Lisa waited a moment until the cheering died down a bit, then she smiled wickedly and added in a sugar-sweet voice:

“And who knows… maybe one of you will get pregnant. Verena just stopped taking the pill… and the other three are nice and fertile, too.”

A collective, dirty roar went through the club.

The men grew even wilder. Hands flew all over cocks, women laughed loudly and cheered them on. The funnels were literally bombarded with cum. Thick, white loads shot in one after another, making the milky solution thinner and more dangerous.

Lisa looked contentedly at the four funnels, which were now nearly overflowing.

“Very good… that should be enough to keep those pretty tattoos visible for a long, long time.”

The shower door opened.

The older go-go dancer came in, holding four large bottles of milky-white lotion in one hand and the club’s mobile card reader and the girls’ four handbags in the other.

She set the bottles on the small table in front of the shower and smiled warmly at the four naked, bound women.

“That’s the solvent. It’s also a lotion. You have to spread it well—especially where the tattoos are. Rub it in really well, or the ink will stay.”

Verena stood a little apart and scratched her smooth pussy discreetly but nervously. The itching was getting stronger and stronger.

The go-go dancer noticed it immediately and grinned widely.

“Oh, that’s not good… If it itches, you should rub it in especially well there. You were all wearing panties, weren’t you? Then use a lot of the lotion there. The more you rub in, the faster the dye will hopefully come off.”

The four women stared at the bottles. Girlfriend 1 asked in a trembling voice, “How much does this stuff cost?” The go-go dancer shrugged apologetically. “Sorry, girls… that’s 500 euros per bottle.” Silence. Then panic broke out.

“500 euros?!” screamed Girlfriend 3. “For one bottle?!”

The go-go dancer nodded impassively. “Exactly. Four bottles—2,000 euros. Cash or card. I’ve got the card reader with me.” Out on stage, Lisa stood naked at the edge, listening to everything through the monitor and laughing quietly to herself with satisfaction.

“Now the four of them are paying 2,000 euros to rub themselves with our cum… and we get to watch and sell the videos. A total win-win.”

The four women in the shower looked at each other in horror.

Their tits and bellies were covered in perverted tattoos, their pussies were itching more and more, and now they were supposed to pay 2,000 euros to rub themselves with someone else’s cum—while the whole club watched live.

Girlfriend 1 whispered in a breaking voice: “We… we don’t have a choice, do we?” The go-go dancer held up the card reader with a smile.

“Who’s paying first?”