Episode 1: A New Epilogue

Nia looked at herself in the mirror one final time. She wanted to make a good first impression at work today. Satisfied in her appearance she grabbed her bag and headed to the entryway to put her shoes on. Riley was already waiting for her, “Come on, we’re going to be late! You are so slow!” Her roommate complained.

Nia waved her off, but also did try to hurry. She had taken a little longer than planned to get ready, “I’m coming. We’re going to be fine.”

Ready, they both hurried downstairs out of their building and to the subway. They had been best friends forever and roommates while attending law school. After graduation they’d both been hired by the same firm. It was a small firm without a lot of the prestige the older, larger firms had, but they were both thrilled to get the offer.

They made it on time with just a little bit of a run after getting to their stop. The office was small, but with room to grow inside the building. They were greeted by a secretary who showed them to a small conference room. Two other people were already there, two other new hires. Eventually a woman came in who introduced herself as Ciela, the office manager.

Most of the morning was pretty boring as Ciela went over the terms of their employment, and HR related things. Finally though things got more interesting when the owner, Eric Stuart, showed up. He wasn’t much older than they were, but he’d already done so much. Both of them were excited to be working for him. Besides, after what they’d seen on his boat they were eager to find out more salacious details about his life.

Eric started to introduce himself and what he saw as the direction he wanted the firm to go in. He highlighted some recent cases and tried to paint a picture of what he wanted them all to do. As he did so Ciela got down on her knees and unzipped his pants. Nia got a quick peek at his dick before Ciela swallowed it all. Wow, her new boss was really packing.

Eric kept his composure as Ciela continued to blow him and it was just a normal activity for a Sexretary to do so Nia was able to pay attention while Eric finished his speech. Eventually though he was done and it was back to boring orientation tasks with Ciela. After a long and boring, if informative, day they were finally done and Ciela dismissed them all. The other two new hires left first and then Ciela stopped Nia and Riley.

“I thought you might be interested in these,” Ciela said, handing them two tickets, “I believe you met Sarah at Eric’s yacht already. She has a new club I’m told you might be interested in. No pressure if you don’t want to go, this has nothing to do with work. Have a good night.” Ciela didn’t wait around, she left and they saw her enter Eric’s office.

Nia looked at the ticket. It was a VIP pass to something called Club H. Nia looked at Riley, “Sounds fun?”

“Ya. Let’s go.” Riley replied. They headed back to their apartment to get ready for the club.

The club was different from what they were used to, but maybe they’d just been expecting the wrong thing. They entered a large vestibule where they handed their tickets to a doorman. He checked their ID against a list and summoned someone to escort them. A gorgeous woman wearing a latex dress showed up and led them into the club.

They passed down a hallway and entered a small room. There they had to fill out waivers and learn the club rules. It took a few minutes, but when she was done Nia finally understood what kind of club this was.

“Before we enter the main hall, do you want any accessories? Mistress Sarah has made a special collection available to you. Ask for anything and I’ll provide it if we can. Gags, collars, armbinders, anything you want. She mentioned you two were a little submissive.”

Nia saw RIley blush and decided to take the lead, “Um how about…can you handcuff us together?” She looked at Riley, “Then we won’t get lost.”

Riley nodded, “Sure. Oh and uh…can I have a ball gag too? But give Nia the key?”

“Of course, I’ll be right back.” The woman said.

Soon they were being led onto the main floor, cuffed together with a shiny red gag in Riley’s mouth. The main area was what they expected from a club. There was a large bar at one end and quite a few booths around the edges of the room. As Nia looked up she could see a second floor which overlooked them with more tables and perhaps a quieter atmosphere. There was a large dance floor with people dancing, most of them in fetish or bondage outfits. Opposite the bar was a stage with a DJ. Most striking though was a statue in the very centre of the room. A nude woman with her arms tied behind her in a reverse prayer and her breasts lifted and separated with a rope harness. One leg was frogtied and she was leaning forward slightly as she balanced on the other foot. She looked so lifelike that Nia was drawn to her. She pulled Riley along to the centre of the room.

She couldn’t help herself, she reached out to touch the leg of the statue. Shocked, she turned to Riley, “It’s warm!” Riley reached out herself and rubbed the statue and nodded. “That’s so weird. It’s almost like a real….wait, is that Sarah?”

It did look like Sarah. Exactly like Sarah. Nia circled the statute but couldn’t notice any other signs of life. No way any human could stay that still for so long. Especially in that pose, with all her weight on one foot. Eventually they left the statue alone. Nia got a drink, but of course nothing for Riley.

She started to loosen up and they headed to the dance floor. They were approached by a few couples trying to dance with them, and a few offers to head to the dungeon for playtime, but Nia turned them all down. She wasn’t ready for that.

She was having fun when suddenly the music stopped. The DJ started speaking into a microphone, “Welcome Club H members and guests. I hope you are all having a good time. Now I’d like to introduce everyone to the benefactor of tonight’s entertainment. She’s been hiding in plain sight the entire evening. Silently watching all of us. Please direct your attention to the statue in the centre of the room,” Nia and Riley both turned to watch, “In fact that is not a statue. Reveal yourself Sarah.”

Suddenly the statue moved. Her eyes blinked and she straightened herself upright. She grinned as she scanned the crowd, slowly rotating herself on one foot.

“Sarah, would you like to address the crowd?” The DJ asked.

“Yes, thank you Pete,” Sarah said, “Welcome everyone to Club H. I hope you are all having a great time. Club H isn’t just a dance club, it is a place to safely explore yourself. The goal of Club H is to give you the ultimate freedom. Here you are free to be your true self. If you want to be tied up and spanked or you want to make someone kiss your feet, you’ll find it here. If you want to be a man or a woman, if you want to wear the most outrageous clothes, if you want to wear nothing at all, then welcome. If you want the freedom to be anything, even a living statue, then you can find it here.” Sarah suddenly bent her knee and jumped off her pedestal. Someone approached her and untied her leg and then she confidently walked up to the stage beside the DJ, “Please enjoy the music, enjoy the dancing, but don’t forget about everything else we have to offer. This is the place to explore your every fantasy. Speak to any of our associates and they will help you find your freedom. Ok Pete, hit it.” The DJ hit play and Sarah made her way back to the dance floor.

Couples all around them started to dance but Nia couldn’t take her eyes off Sarah. As Sarah tried to pass them Nia tried to stop her, “Sarah?” Sarah turned to look at her, “Hi. Um. It’s me. Uh Nia, and this is Riley. Do you remember us?”

Sarah nodded, “Oh yes. I’m so glad you two could come. How was your first day at work?”

“Boring.” Nia said automatically, but then she remembered Sarah was part of Eric’s Harem, “Um. I mean…”

Sarah laughed, “Don’t worry. He wouldn’t be offended. It’ll get more exciting when you actually start working on cases right?”

Nia nodded, “Ya. Of course. Um, I just wanted to ask….how did you do that? I mean, be so still?”

Sarah laughed again, “That’s my little secret,” Sarah looked them up and down, “You know I recall you two were just testing out bondage the first time we met. If you are still interested in learning, we run courses here for beginners. One of our pros can show you how to do it safely. I’ll tell booking to waive your fees if you want to give it a try. Sorry, I’d love to chat longer but I need to get going. Jenny won’t untie me all night if I’m late. I hope to see you around again.” Sarah hurried off and they quickly lost sight of her.

Nia looked over at Riley, “Might be fun. We can talk later though. Do you want to dance?” Riley nodded and they spent the rest of the night dancing. By the time they turned in their borrowed gear and made it back home it was getting quite late but Nia had no regrets. If this is the kind of lifestyle Eric and his friends led, then she was going to love working for him.

Susan was sitting on a deckchair reading the paper. She didn’t much care for human news, but there was a special announcement in today’s paper. Wedding of the Century they were calling it. She was happy for them. She was even happier for herself since she would get to be part of it. In fact she was pretty much happy about everything.

Her life was pretty grand. She had a helicopter which magically never ran out of fuel or cost any money to run. She could fly it anytime and anywhere without worrying about stupid FAA regulations or that sort of nonsense. She got to fly her Master to fun places and see lots of cool things. Oh and she got to fuck the other golems as much as she wanted.

When Isla had made them it was in her own image. At least that’s what Cici always said. Cici was the most introspective of them. Susan didn’t really care to think about that kind of stuff, but she thought Cici was probably right. Isla had been a huge perv, always watching the Harem. At least when she’d been host. The golems all continued that tradition, spying on the Master and his girls whenever possible. Although is it really spying when the Master is aware of it? After all, Susan had told him she was installing cameras inside the helicopter cabin for security, but there was no way he believed it.

Susan heard footsteps so she put down the paper and looked up. “Cici wants to see you.” Kiki announced. Susan sighed but dutifully got up and went to see her captain.

“You wanted to see me?” She asked when she saw Cici.

Cici nodded, “Yes. Thank you for coming. I have an updated schedule for you. You’ll be taking Valerie and Felicia to meet with some potential investors on Tuesday, and Master has a meeting in Washington on Wednesday. Your Thursday is unchanged but on Friday Jenny wants to do a test flight with you.”

Cici handed Susan a paper copy of the schedule, “Is that all?” She asked.

Cici shook her head, “One more thing. Fifi was out shopping yesterday and she saw Vivi. She tried to follow her but lost her. I know you fly too high to see anybody but I’ve alerted all of us to keep an eye out. I haven’t told the Master, I don’t want to worry him unnecessarily after all.”

Susan scratched her chin, “Really? I mean, I guess she was banished to the human world. But New York is huge, the odds of running into her are small.”

Cici nodded, “Yes, but Fifi was very sure. I’m sure it's a coincidence, but we must remain vigilant to protect our Master from that ne’er-do-well.”

Susan rolled her eyes, “Yes Captain. Well since today is free I’m going to get some practice flights in. See ya. Call me if you want your pussy licked.”

Susan thought Cici took her job way too seriously. The rest of the golems were all using each other to scratch that itch, but Cici thought as Captain it would be inappropriate. She also thought joyriding in the helicopter was inappropriate, but luckily she seemed to buy that Susan needed constant practice to hone her skills.

Of course like all of them Susan was magically good at her job. She could fly the helicopter while watching porn and masturbating, which she often did. Still, she wasn’t about to ruin her chance to get away from Cici and fly. Getting into the helicopter she quickly got it ready and took off. Yes, her life was pretty amazing. Who else gets to see this view every single day?

“Come on, it’s this way!” Alexandra tugged on Eric’s hand, practically dragging him down the sidewalk. He was trying to keep up, he really was, but he just couldn’t match her enthusiasm. This was maybe the happiest he’d ever seen her. She had every right to be of course, and he was thrilled for her.

Finally they turned a corner and he saw it. That didn’t stop her from pointing it out of course, “Look! There it is! Can you believe it?”

He almost couldn’t. Rising high above the street was the nude form of Alexandra, gracefully dancing. They’d come to Times Square where the New York Ballet was advertising their latest production starting the Nude Ballerina. Even though her wish had made public nudity more acceptable, it had still been a huge milestone for the Ballet to embrace her the way they did.

After nailing her audition she’d been accepted into the company but at first all of her performances were clothed. The ballet wasn’t known for its young, progressive audience after all. However Alexandra’s transformation wouldn’t let her arrive at the performance already dressed, she couldn’t put anything on until showtime. The media had caught on and everyone, even Alexandra herself, had been surprised by the public’s reaction.

They loved her. The media couldn’t get enough of her. The first time they announced she’d be dancing nude they sold out in seconds. Her influence went so far as to inspire copycats. Not just in the New York Ballet, but elsewhere. Audiences loved it, not necessarily in a sexual way, but the performances allowed them to truly see the beauty of the human form.

Now Alexandra had been made Principal Dancer, and they’d create a new ballet for her to star in. In fact, it was to be the company’s first all-nude ballet. To promote it they’d paid for a giant ad in Times Square, which Alexandra was now proudly showing off.

According to her it had taken them a long time to get the video just right. They wanted to tantalise the audience, not give it all away. So in the 30 second clip you never actually see any parts of her that wouldn’t be covered by a bikini and it leaves you wanting more.

“You did it Alex. You really did it. You’re amazing!” Eric grabbed her hand and spun her, then pulled her close for a kiss.

Valerie woke up and tumbled out of bed. Of course, the stupid bimbo case was right there. Yesterday’s had been bad. She’d ended up with ‘Career Change’ which made her unable to do her job. Worse than that, the new career had been stripper. She’d ended up calling in sick so she could go audition at a club. Thankfully Eric had helped her, ordering Susan to take her out of state to some small town establishment where she wouldn’t be recognized.

Sighing, she flipped the case open. Great. Another bimbo symbol. What was it this time? Fetish - Galactophilia. What the fuck was that? She pulled out her phone and did a quick search. Oh, that wasn’t bad at all. Isla was already up, it seemed like she never slept these days. She was lucky her transformations ended up being so beneficial.

She stood up and headed into the living room looking for her girlfriend. There she was sitting on the couch reading a book while the electric breast pump sucked away, “Izzy!” Valerie squealed as she launched herself forward to land on the couch beside her.

“Valerie, good morning. You sleep ok? Your compulsion to become a stripper is gone I hope?”

Valerie nodded, “Yep. Got a new fetish though. I was hoping you could help me out.”

“Of course dear, anything you need. What is it?”

Valerie reached over and turned off the breast pump, “Galactophilia. It means…”

Isla laughed, “I know what it means. Well you’ve got a few minutes before the kids wake up. Get to it.”

Valerie carefully set the breast pump aside, and then latched onto Isla’s tits herself. She had a new breastfeeding fetish to indulge in after all. As the creamy liquid filled her mouth, she reflected that not all the bimbo cases were that bad. Sometimes it just helped her try new things, or enjoy some things even more than she used to.

Isla was right though, it wasn’t long before the baby monitor went off with the sound of crying and she had to stop. Isla pulled her shirt on and smiled, “I gotta go but we’ll continue that later, right? I think I came a dozen times just then, so I owe you.”

Valerie wiped the milk from her lips, “You bet. I should get to work anyway, I’m sure lots of fuckups to correct after I disappeared for a day. Give Thomas and Georgia kisses from me.”

Isla headed into the nursery to check on the kids while Valerie grabbed a quick shower and then it was off to work. Valerie might be the worst dressed CEO in New York City, her transformation made sure of that, but she might’ve also been the hottest.

She’d decided to own it, not that she had any choice. She’d had some cheerleader uniforms made with her company's logo and would joke in interviews that her job as CEO was to cheer on her team and bring out the best in them. Sure, some investors were put off by it, but really most of them only cared about one thing. Did the company produce value for the shareholders? And it did. They are one of the fastest growing tech companies in the world right now. Investors didn’t care if the CEO dressed like a slut, they just wanted in.

In her fake memories, when they’d started the company, Trinity had been their secret weapon. Trinity was a natural talent when it came to coding and had produced most of their early success. Of course once she’d married Eric it became impossible for her to hold a job. Valerie had even tried getting her to consult, but her transformation just wouldn’t allow it.

It turns out though, she had a new weapon available to her. Their resident android might hate everyone at times, but it turns out she really likes being amazing at something. At first she’d been resistant to the idea of joining Valerie’s company and she’d been tempted to try reprogramming her to make her more accepting. She’d managed to resist the urge and slowly convinced her to give it a try. Being able to plug herself into the computer just made her so much better than anyone had any right to be. Felicia still had to spend time as a maid or cook or whatever, but she spent as much of her ‘free’ time as possible developing new code for Valerie.

Valerie let her work from home, or just whatever she wanted to be. She almost never came into the office, which is why it was so surprising to see Felicia sitting in her waiting room when she finally arrived.

“Sweetie, what a pleasant surprise.” Valerie said when she saw her.

“Cut the crap. You don’t like me and I don’t like you.” Felicia whispered with a scowl.

“What? I like you.” Valerie insisted. It was true. Once she’d gotten to know her better she found herself actually enjoying spending time with her. She was probably the only one in the Harem who could say that, but she meant it.

“Whatever. I need 45 million.”

“Um…dollars?” Valerie asked, confused.

“Duh. Now,” Felicia replied. After a second she rolled her eyes then added, “Please.”

“Uh…come into my office. I’m going to need some more details.”

“Look, that’s Jenny Mason!” Jenny heard a girl behind her talking to her friend. She turned around and gave a smile and a wave then went back to her latte. It wasn’t the first time she’d been recognized. Modelling for department store clothing ads had certainly paid the bills but it was never going to make her a household name. However since Alexandra’s wish had given her the cover of SI and a fancy new agent she was moving up to the big leagues.

For the first time she felt like she was getting bookings not as a diversity Asian hire, but instead because she had huge knockers. Was it a step in the right direction? She didn’t really care, she was having a blast. Thanks to her own wish it was a blast working with everybody in the industry. Sure, the job was almost totally about her physical appearance and she had to work with directors and photographers to pose her body to show off her chest, but it was all done with respect and she never once felt weird about it.

The biggest change in her career came just about a year after the end of Harem Hotel. Her agent got a call looking for a woman with huge tits that looks great in a bikini to play a small bit in a movie. Of course she fit that bill perfectly and thought it sounded fun. She made a good impression with the production team and suddenly the small part became a slightly bigger part, then an even bigger part, until she was a primary character in the movie. Nobody would ever accuse Jenny of being a good actress, but audiences loved her anyway. She would probably never win an oscar or anything, but that really didn’t matter to her.

The door to the cafe opened and Jenny turned to head, “Yaz! There you are.” Yaz smiled and walked over to her.

“Sorry I’m late, I got stuck on a call. You ready?” Yaz asked.

Jenny smiled, “Of course. Did you want a coffee for the road?”

Yaz shook her head, “No. Thanks. Let’s go.”

They left the store and headed across the street. They were greeted by a tall man dressed in a suit, “Oh Ms. Hassan, Ms. Mason. Welcome back. I’m so glad to see you again.”

Jenny giggled, “Wow you really remember us?”

The man nodded, “Of course. You and your friends have been such loyal customers after all. Now then, why don’t you follow me and we can get started.”

They followed him to a small room and he handed them each a glass of champagne, “Here, enjoy. Marissa will be with you in a few moments. Once again, so glad to have you back with us. And Congratulations darling, that really is a beautiful ring.”

Jenny looked down at the ring, the man was right. It was gorgeous. She turned to Yaz, “Yaz I’m so happy I get to be here for you.”

Yaz touched the diamond on her finger, and smiled, “Me too. I thought about inviting everyone here at first, but in the end I didn’t want the chaos that would bring. You are the perfect balance of excitable and level headedness that I need.”

Jenny gave a thumbs up, “Right. That’s what I am for!” She gave Yaz a wink.

Just then a woman entered, “Hello ladies. I’ll be helping you today, my name is Marissa. Now before we get started, which one of you is the bride?”

Yaz raised her hand, “That would be me.”

Marissa smiled, “Excellent. Let’s find you the wedding dress of your dreams.”

A shadow suddenly fell over Beatriz, so she opened her eyes to see what it was, “Oh, hi Kali, done your stream already?” Beatriz pushed herself up to sitting.

“Yep I totally nailed it. I peaked at just over 500,000 viewers.”

Beatriz squealed, “Really? Oh my god, babe! That’s amazing. We have to celebrate.”

Kali straddled Beatriz and sat down, “I could think of a way to do that.” She leaned forward and kissed her.

Beatriz kissed her back and then pulled back, “Oooh, on the deck? You know Cici can see us right?”

Kali laughed, “Since when do you care about that?”

“I don’t! Not at all. I just thought you might be.”

Kali shook her head, “I mean in public, yeah, but Cici and the others don’t count. We’re miles away from shore right now. Stop talking and fuck me.”

Beatriz grabbed Kali’s top and pulled it over her head, “Shush, I’m in charge here.” She pinched Kali’s nipples, “It’s stop talking and fuck me please Mistress!”

“Oh yes, fuck me please Mistress.” Kali moaned.

“Good enough,” Beatriz giggled, “let’s give Cici something to dream about tonight.”

Eric had loaned the yacht out to Kali and Beatriz for their honeymoon. They’d had the wedding in Lima and the whole Harem had flown down. Well, the party at least. While Peru scored better than say nearby Guyana, they still didn’t recognize same sex marriages. So they’d gotten married at City Hall in New York before flying to Lima for a big party with their friends and family.

Kali had worn a gothic style black dress and Beatriz wore a white skirt and decorated her torso with artistic temporary tattoos. It wasn’t traditional by any means, but it made their hearts sing. Beatriz’s parents had embraced Kali wholeheartedly and extracted many promises to visit when they had the chance.

After the party Eric and the others had flown back to New York while Kali and Beatriz had flown to Trinidad to meet Cici and the Master’s Prize to begin their tour of the Caribbean islands. They were getting closer to home now but both of them could feel the longing Ciela mentioned building up. Their original plan had been to sail all the way back to New York, but they’d decided to book a flight from The Bahamas instead, which only left them a few more days on the ocean.

Being on vacation didn’t stop Kali from streaming everyday. She’d discovered that skipping a day of streaming wouldn’t result in the mysterious audience punishing her, but she’d still end up with a punishment self imposed by her own mind. It was a good thing the yacht seemed to have magically good internet no matter where they went, it made it easy to keep up her day job.

Beatriz of course got to have a real vacation. Thanks to Alexandra’s rewrite she had a bachelor’s of arts degree, but she didn’t really have the motivation to use it. Instead she’d gone back to what she knew and liked and found a job at a spa. That was fine at first, but she found herself getting bored. Then Sarah had offered her a job at the club and she’d jumped at the chance to try something new.

Sarah had a tendency to micromanage, but otherwise was a great boss. She let Beatriz try her hand at pretty much everything the club had to offer. She got to learn a bunch of new things and every night offered new experiences. Sometimes she had shifts as a waitress or hostess, sometimes she was a model in a shibari demonstration. It was fantastic. Plus working for Sarah meant she had a boss who would let her take as much time as she needed for her honeymoon.

After they made love on the deck they’d spent the rest of the day lounging around, just enjoying each other’s company. The sun was almost setting when they heard a loud noise approaching. “There!” Kali said pointing. Susan was coming back. They’d noticed her fly away this morning of course, but they didn’t know where she was going. They didn’t really care, sometimes she just flew away to practise flying. They headed inside to get away from the noise as the helicopter landed.

The helicopter door opened and Eric stepped out. He was alone and he came into the sunroom to join them. “Eric!” Beatriz squealed, standing up and wrapping him up in a big hug. “What are you doing here?”

Eric smiled, “Well I heard you’d booked flights home because you’d been away from me for too long, I thought I could help by coming here instead.”

Kali got up and boldly grabbed Eric’s dick through his pants, “You could help by getting undressed. Right dear?”

Beatriz giggled, “Ya. If you want to make us happy you gotta fuck us, what, three times each before you go?”

Kali shook her head, “Three? He’s practically a sex God. I’m not going to keep count, but if either of us can walk when he’s done with us I’ll be disappointed.”

Eric laughed, “Well those are high expectations. Let’s hope I don’t disappoint.”

“You won’t if you stop talking and stop stripping.” Beatriz said sternly.

Eric grabbed her by the waist, “I thought you were supposed to be submissive,” He looked over at Kali, “Instead of demanding you should be begging. Maybe I’ve been away too long and you’ve forgotten who’s in charge.”

Beatriz felt herself getting wet, “Yes Master. Please forgive me.” She dropped to her knees along with Kali. She licked her lips and undid his belt, “Please allow us to show you our devotion.” She looked over at Kali and winked, this honeymoon couldn’t get any better.

Club H had several entrances. There was the main entrance of course. Anyone could walk off the street and enter this door where they’d be met with a small vestibule and a doorman. Members could show their ID and pass into the main club and non-members would be directed to a side room to review the rules and sign the waiver or else be rejected.

A VIP entrance was accessible from the rear of a bookshop on the same block. The store had the same ownership as the club and gave a more discrete way to come and go. The VIP entrance also never had any lines.

A third and final entrance was only accessible to the owners and their personal friends. An elevator ran from the bottom of the club all the way up to the penthouse apartment. The elevator served the entire building but the floor the club was located on was inaccessible without a keycard. A keycard which would conveniently prevent the elevator from picking up other passengers on its way down.

Mali was in the elevator now. On her knees with a cock in her mouth. She was wearing a hood which blocked out all light and severely limited her hearing, but left her mouth free to fulfil its purpose. Her Master tugged on her collar, indicating that she should speed up. Instinctively she tried to bring her hands forward to help, but they were tied behind her in a reverse prayer.

She succeeded though and her Master rewarded her by cumming down her throat, “Thank you Master.” She said smiling. Soon after she heard the ding as the elevator reached its destination.

“Follow me slut, I’m in a hurry so on your feet.”

Mali was well practised at standing from her knees but even still Eric’s pace was almost too fast for her. She nearly stumbled forward, pulled by her collar, but she managed to catch herself and keep up. She couldn’t see, but she’d spent so much time in the club she knew exactly where they were going.

“Sarah, I got your text,” She heard Eric say, “I brought the slut as you requested.”

“Thank you Eric, one of the subs called in sick and she was supposed to be waiting on a VIP.”

“A VIP? Anyone I know?” Eric asked.

Mali heard Sarah chuckle, “I really shouldn’t say…,” Sarah lowered her voice, “But you might see him on his way in if you take the bookshop exit.”

Eric laughed, “No. As much fun as that would be, I've gotta head back upstairs and meet up with Trinity. We have parent teacher interviews tonight.”

“Oh that’s right, well good luck.” Sarah replied.

“Take good care of this slut, bye Sarah.” Mali heard Eric walk away and then there was pressure on her collar pulling her forward.

They walked in silence for a while until finally Sarah pushed her down to her knees and locked the leash to something. Unlike Eric, Sarah couldn’t always relay her commands. They’d worked out a system though, as long as Mali wasn’t gagged Sarah had a way of letting her know she wanted to talk. Ouch, a quick pinch on her left nipple later, “Yes Mistress, how can I help?”

“You will be serving a VIP tonight. He wants his identity protected as much as possible so the hood stays on until he’s ready. You will not make eye contact. You will not speak until he requests it. You’ll obey any command. The gentleman just wants to watch, so I’ve got another sub and a rigger coming in who already knows the scene. Reach out in front of you and feel, there's a glass of champagne and a glass there. I’m sure you can handle it.”

“Yes Mistress.” Mali said eagerly. She always looked forward to these nights, the only thing that would make it better was if she actually got to have sex with the clients. Club H was many things, but it wasn’t a brothel. Still Eric allowed her to serve as a sub or waitress in the club whenever Sarah needed help. If she was right, she was currently chained to a post in one of the VIP rooms. This particular room had a one way mirror. The sub and rigger would be on the other side, unable to see the VIP. To help conceal his identity a speaker could be used to mask his voice to provide instructions. He might leave Mali blind and chained the whole night, or he might have her serve him drinks or food.

She didn’t have to wait that long before she heard footsteps and then a creak as the VIP sat down in front of her. Following her training she said nothing, and waited. Time seemed to stretch forever before he finally spoke, “Serve me.” Was all he said.

Mali reached out and grabbed the bottle. Working quickly she removed the cork and poured him a glass, then held it out in his direction. She felt his hand graze hers as he took it, it was rough and calloused. She wondered who he was.

He was silent for a while, but eventually he spoke again, “Tell me ****, what do you think of your situation? Be completely honest.”

Honestly? She was horny. That’s probably what he wanted to hear anyway, “It makes me horny Master.”

“Horny? Huh. Show me. Touch yourself.” Mali was all too happy to obey, eagerly stroking herself. Just before she reached her peak he stopped her, “Alright. I believe you. Stop now.” She pulled her hand away and fought to keep herself from groaning.

The rest of the evening passed much the same. She refilled his glass a few more times, he made her edge herself a few more times. Then it was over. His scene was done and he departed. She stayed there for a while, all alone.

She wasn’t sure how long it was, but eventually she heard the door open. Footsteps approached and then stopped right behind her, “I heard you were a good slut,” It was Eric, he was happy with her. “I also heard you were **** to edge yourself again and again,” She felt his hand tracing a line down her back, “Poor slut. I bet you are ****.” She was. She wanted him badly.

Trinity absentmindedly fingered the belt locking away her sex. This wasn’t exactly what she envisioned when Ciela announced a new game. Her transformation let her arrange these little mini-games from time to time, well, more like **** her to arrange. The others had been quite fun, but Trinity wasn’t sure about this one. She was all for games that led to more sex, but this was one she couldn’t afford to lose.

Each of them had been fitted with these chastity belts. Even Stephanie although hers was mostly symbolic. They’d each been given a task to complete in order to receive their key, but whoever completed theirs last would be stuck in the belt for a whole week.

Trinity was used to sharing Eric, but going a whole week without his dick? Unacceptable. “Ciela if I lose I’m going to make you pay.” She teased.

Ciela shrugged, “If you lose I’m going to fuck him and make you watch.” She stuck out her tongue. Wow, Ciela was getting good at not just giving in to everyone. Trinity read her task again, ‘Blow Eric in public’.

Of course she had no problem with the task. She looked forward to it even. Except she knew that Eric was loath to test out his reputation transformation. She hadn’t been able to convince him to do anything too wild.

Of course another part of their competition was the inability to tell Eric about it. So she couldn’t just explain why she needed to suck his cock. She knew he’d be in the office now so she decided to head there but suddenly Felicia stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

“Trinity,” Felicia whispered, “I need your help. Please.”

It was unlike her to actually ask, so Trinity decided to humour her, “Ok…what do you need?”

“Um…I just need you to close your eyes for a minute.” Felicia answered. Fine, she could do that. Trinity closed her eyes. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain as Felicia pinched her nipple. She opened her mouth to scream and Felicia expertly shoved a gag in. Before she knew it Felicia had locked a ball gag in her mouth. She tugged at the gag fruitlessly, it wasn’t coming off without the key. Felicia gave her a wicked grin as a key appeared in her hand, “Wow. Mine was so easy.” Felicia unlocked herself and the chastity belt disappeared, “What was yours again?” Trinity didn’t resist as Felicia grabbed the paper, “Blow Eric? Oh boy, that’s going to be a bit hard for you isn’t it. Ooops.”

Felicia laughed as she walked away, but Trinity wasn’t done with her. She pulled out her phone and started typing. It might be faster to just **** her to give up the key, but Trinity wasn’t going to do that. She started by making her whole body itchy. Then she gave her J cup tits and made her start lactating uncontrollably. Then she shrunk her down to 4 foot 9, and made her pussy totally disappear. With this app, Felicia was her bitch.

It only took a minute before Felica ran back to her, key in hand, “Please Trinity. Stop the itching. Here’s the key! Please.”

Once Trinity had unlocked the gag she took her phone and undid the itching, “Fine. But you’ll keep the Barbie crotch until I’m free.”

Felicia hefted her massive boobs, “Wait, what about the rest?”

Trinity shrugged, “Ask someone else.” Trinity smiled as she left the apartment.

As for her own task she caught Eric in the lobby of his office building. This was public enough she figured. “Sorry honey, I need to do this.” She was able to say that much at least. She attacked him like a wild animal, ripping down his pants and sucking his cock furiously. He made himself cum quickly to get it over with. Of course people freaked out for a moment, but she knew it would blow over quickly. As soon as he came in her mouth she felt the key appear in her hands.

“Suck on that Ciela,” Trinity said to herself, “Sorry Eric. It was a competition.”

“Ya I figured something was going on after Sarah called and started describing an extremely twisted fantasy out of the blue. So you win then?”

“More like didn’t lose. Were you heading home or just getting dinner?” She asked.

“Home. I figured why bother hiring associates if I’m just going to do all the work anyway? I left them to finish up so I could spend time with my family.”

“Good plan. Hey, why don’t we pick Thomas up on our way home? I’ll call Isla and tell her we’ll get him instead.”

“That’s a great idea. I love you.” Eric kissed her and she let herself melt into his arms.