Its Hers.

Caroline resisted, that is until she felt something in her being tugged at by the increasingly perverted object that the tusk had replaced.

It reached out to the corruption it had slowly been pouring into Caroline with her increasingly revealing uniform. Pulling on different aspects of her character, both conscious and sub it finally found something meaty to hook into.

It was hers! Stepping forward with confidence, aggression, and ownership Caroline snapped the double-headed dildo from LaToya, staring the black woman down as she licked lavishly around the head before pushing as much of the now 12” ivory sex toy as she could swallow into her throat. Stepping back she pulled it from her mouth with a refreshing gasp for air, dragging it down across her face, saliva glistening a trail down onto her tight now shoulderless shirt and across her now exposed navel.

Caroline looked at the 7 models flaunting the sudden sexual urges she was submitting to, all in order to flaunt her claim to the tusk. Leaning against the glass shelves behind her, Caroline began to guide the object lower, eager to insert it into herself and keep it there. All on full display to the now supernaturally attractive models.

Until she saw someone walk in.

Dropping the tusk to the floor Caroline questioned what she was doing, what happened to her uniform, and scrambling to appear normal and not anxious and stressed as the models parted ways and greeted the black guy to the bar, Christy eagerly handing him a mojito.

Tulah looked at the girls and shook his head, trying to ignore even wondering which one brushed his crotch, and who's hands were grabbing his ass.

“I think you ladies might have had enough,” Tulah remarked, placing the drink down on the counter.

“Noo….” The corrupted models chorused, shaking their heads and laughing. Their inhibitions removed by the Idol's corruption, and not the comparatively meager **** they had consumed.

Looking at the girls Tulah had to wonder what had gotten into them. Rarely had he seen show models so exposed outside of the occasional times he'd meet them on photo shoots to get papers signed.

“Let's get the bill, then deliver you to your room.” Tulah began pointing to Christy, “Then arrange for some bottles of water and I will drive the rest of you to your hotels.”

The models all began rambling amongst themselves in a manner impossible for Tulah to track. Shaking his head he gestured to the bartender pulling out his wallet. He would have to explain to his boss later for the bar bill, but ultimately they had a responsibility for the safety of their show models, and the ones from other booths they might hire in future.

Stepping over Caroline waved the card off. “Its already been put on her room. She explicitly ordered it before… Well…” Caroline nodded to the women, feeling somewhat relieved they might be herded away and were distracting the newcomer from her frenzied state fearful of what she had almost done and might have done if she hadn't seen him walk in.

It could have cost her her job.

Trying to shake off the temptation to resume her display of ownership over the toy Caroline focused on the kafuffle.

“Why don't we all stay in Christy's room.”

“He can take me upstairs and all ya can watch.”

“Why wait to get up there?”

“We should get more drinks.”

“We should go dancing.”

“No. We should go stripping!”

Tulah was feeling awkward. He half wondered if the models were putting him in their usual position at the shows. Swatting a hand from behind trying to tug his fly He tried to figure out how to do this.

“You know. You're a really. Really. Really, nice man.” Christy gushed draping herself over his shoulder. Her hard nipples pressing into him. “But. Don't worry. There's room in my room for all of us.” Christy then added promisingly.

Christina, how unlike her this was. Tulah thought trying to peel her off his shoulder.

“Come on, what do I have to do to get you all moving upstairs.” Tulah regretted even asking that as the answers began blurting out.

“Strip.”

“Whip it out.”

“Promise to fuck.”

“Carry us.”

He regretted not having just gone back to his hotel. He thought it was bad hearing all the guys talking about the slut outside the loading dock eager for cock. Now he was immersed in a gaggle of almost as perverse women.

Was it something about this town? What had come over them all.

“Where's Iris, I thought you said she'd be here,” Tulah asked Christy taking a count of all the girls.

Christy shrugged, “Not here yet. But I think I can help you take us upstairs.” Christy responded, indifferent to Iris having not shown up yet. After all, it was Iris's loss.

“How?” Tulah responded, shaking his head already thinking he'd hate the response.

“Chug that drink down, and lead us out of here like a boss,” Christy responded, Demi coming over wrapping one of the black man's arms around her and bumping against him, her nipples and pussy lips easily visible through her skin toned now clearly mesh dress.

Looking upwards Tulah regretted even asking as Christy hooked her arm around his and cockily handed him the drink. “Shall we?”

“We shall,” Demi replied coyly, pulling in Lee on the other side of her.

“Tally ho… Umm, sorry I don't think we've even been introduced.” Lee remarked as Cathy wrapped her arms around Lee and hung off the other side of her.

“Its Tulah, nice to meet you.” Tulah reluctantly introduced.

“Lee, Cathy, Hitomi, LaToya, and Demi. In case you didn't know.” Lee quickly pointed out. “So, bottoms up?”

The other girls laughed, amused by the pressure they were piling on Tulah.