Jenny Is On Squirrel Duty

The instructions took Lois away from the main club to one of the semi-private rooms. There was a glass table or stage in the center of the room, big enough for someone to lay down on it. Singles and couples stood around, some watching the show, others waiting their turn.

Jenny Dunlap's blonde hair was tied back behind her head. The black latex mask covered her eyes completely, so that she lay there blind, he heard in a kind of vise. Her body was fitted with a latex one-piece, something like a swimsuit: arms and legs bare, pussy sealed, her breasts poking through holes in the chest. Tight, confining, but letting her skin breathe, showcasing her as...****.

There were marks on every exposed bit of skin. Four short strokes, stricken through by a fifth. Over and over again. A tally.

There was a kind of gag that held her jaw open. The clear bit of the heavy glass funnel fit into it, lips drawn back so that everyone could see her teeth, the tube that slid down into her throat. Yellow-white streaks on the glass showcased the purpose...and Lois wondered if anyone standing around was some sort of monitor, ready to unhook Jenny if anything happened to her, if she started to **** or vomit.

As the reporter watched, two men stood across from her on either side. Their hands wrapped around each other's cocks, jerking each other off with their right hands, as their left hands held each other's shoulders. Staring into each other's eyes as their hands tugged desperately at each other's pricks...leaning closer...tongues extended to touch, twine. Heads tilted so that they could lock their lips...and Lois watched with as much fascination as anyone else as they shivered, hips bucking, and hot fresh cum burst outward, hitting the wall of the funnel, oozing down toward the waiting mouth below.

There was polite clapping as the two men wiped their cocks off on the rim, and made new tally marks on the naked breasts. Lois brought her hands together, face flushed. She finally understood what "squirrel duty" meant. Jenny Dunlap was all about the nut...and Lois left the room, knowing she wouldn't get any answers from her, to find the next woman that Diana Reynolds had said was working here.