Phase 2 (Bottom)

The men clapped appreciatively as the first phase came to an end. One of the graying gentlemen raised his glass and announced in a deep, amused voice, “Ladies—phase two. Lingerie only. Show us what you’ve really got.”

The four women disappeared into the dressing rooms. Sarah’s legs trembled slightly as she pulled the heavy curtain closed behind her. The silver vibrating bullet in her pussy was now humming in a slow, deep pulse that massaged her inner walls relentlessly. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. Between her legs, she was already soaking wet—the silk of the evening gown had left dark stains on the insides of her thighs.

Mia was already waiting in the booth. She held two sets in her hands: a “safe” one—a sexy but opaque black lace set with a bra and panties—and the other…

“This one,” Mia whispered, holding up the daring set. “The thong. The sheer lace top that leaves your nipples completely exposed. And the gossamer-thin, see-through jacket over it. Put this on, Sarah. The other girls will be demure and sexy. You’ll be the only one who really shows it all. If you want to win, you have to outdo them. Show them that you’re the dirtiest, most willing little slut in the room.”

Sarah stared at the set. Her heart was racing. The panties had no crotch at all in the front or back—just two narrow straps that encircled her hips and left her smooth, shaved pussy completely exposed. The top was made of the finest black lace, so sheer that you could see every freckle on her skin—and her nipples remained completely exposed. The short jacket over it was also see-through, ending just below her breasts and hiding absolutely nothing.

“I… I don’t know…,” Sarah whispered, her voice uncertain. “This is… this is so ****.”

Mia stepped very close to her, brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face, and kissed her gently on her red lips.

“That’s exactly why you’ll win. The others will obediently undress. You’ll present yourself. You’ll make yourself the prize. The perfect sugar baby. Put it on. Now.”

Sarah swallowed hard. The vibration in her pussy grew stronger for a moment, as if the ball were trying to encourage her. Her cheeks flushed with shame—and with horny determination. I want this. I want to outshine them all. I want the men to see only me.

She took off the evening gown. She stood there naked, her skin slightly flushed, her nipples standing erect, her pussy glistening with wetness. Then she slipped into the set.

First the thong. The narrow straps cut slightly into her hips. As she pulled it up, her bare, smooth pussy lay completely exposed. The outer, full labia were closed and pale, the inner pink lips peeking out a little and glistening with arousal. The bullet pressed deeper into her, vibrating directly against her G-spot.

Then the sheer lace top. It clung to her upper body like a gossamer-thin net, yet her breasts remained completely exposed—the hard, dark-pink nipples jutted out proudly and unprotected. The sheer jacket over it was merely decoration, a final, pointless veil.

Sarah turned in front of the mirror. The sight of her was pure pornography: her plump tits with stiff nipples bouncing freely, the completely exposed, dripping pussy between her legs, the narrow straps of her panties accentuating her round ass. Every movement made her breasts sway slightly, her naked slit glistening in the light.

“Fuck… I look like a cheap whore,” she whispered, but her voice was hoarse with arousal.

Mia smiled contentedly. “That’s exactly how you’re supposed to look. Now go out there and finish them off.”

Sarah stepped back into the main area. The other three girls came out almost simultaneously—all in sexy but still reasonably modest lingerie: lace bras, regular thongs, garters. Pretty. Seductive. But not nearly as dirty as Sarah.

The men’s reaction was immediate and unmistakable. A collective, deep murmur rippled through the room. Twenty pairs of eyes fixed on Sarah’s bare tits, on her free-hanging, hard nipples, on her glistening, completely exposed pussy. Some men shifted restlessly in their suits, others licked their lips.

Sarah felt the stares like hot hands on her skin. Mia now set the vibrator ball to a stronger, rhythmic setting—short, intense thrusts that made Sarah’s pussy twitch. A thin trail of her arousal was already visibly running down the inside of her left thigh.

She walked deliberately slowly, swaying her hips, from one man to the next. Her bare breasts bounced with every step. The men grew bolder. Hands stroked her waist, kneaded her exposed tits, twisted her rock-hard nipples. One reached right between her legs, ran two fingers through her wet slit, and spread her wetness over her clit.

Sarah moaned softly. She danced when the men demanded it—squatting low, legs spread wide, so that her open, dripping pussy was visible to all. She turned, bent forward, presenting her ass and her wet slit from behind. The other girls tried to keep up, dancing as well, but their outfits still concealed something. Sarah concealed nothing. She was the only one whose nipples stood freely in the air, whose pussy was visible, open and glistening, with every movement.

She flirted more aggressively than anyone else. She leaned her back against a man, rubbing her bare ass against his pants while his hands kneaded her tits. With another, she briefly sat on his lap, spread her legs, and let him feel her wet slit right against his suit pants.

I’m the dirtiest one here, she thought, as the vibration drove her nearly mad. The others are just sexy. I’m the slut they want.

After half an hour, two of the girls had already been eliminated—the men had sent them away with polite but unambiguous gestures. Only Sarah and the brunette escort remained.

Sarah’s pussy was throbbing, her nipples were burning, her thighs glistened with wetness. She stood there swaying slightly, her red lips slightly parted, her eyes glazed over with lust.

Mia stood a little apart in the semi-darkness of the large room, a glass of champagne in her hand, watching everything with a dark, satisfied smile. Her eyes were practically glued to Sarah.

God, just look at her…, Mia thought, as a warm shiver ran through her own body. Just a few days ago, she was the good little sister—and now she’s standing there like the horniest slut in the room.

Sarah was the absolute main attraction.

She stood with her legs slightly apart in the midst of eight men who had gathered around her. Her daring outfit left nothing to the imagination: her hard, dark pink nipples jutted out stiffly and unprotected from the sheer lace top, trembling with every breath. The crotchless panties presented her smooth, young pussy completely exposed—the full outer lips slightly swollen, the delicate pink inner lips glistening with wetness and slightly parted. A thin, silvery thread of her arousal was already hanging between her thighs.

The vibrating bullet inside her was humming on medium. Mia could tell by Sarah’s slightly trembling legs and the occasional twitch of her abdominal muscles.

The men now lost all restraint.

Two hands reached for Sarah’s breasts at the same time. Strong fingers kneaded the soft, plump flesh, squeezing it together, pulling it apart. Her nipples were taken between thumb and forefinger, twisted hard, pulled long, and released again, causing her tits to bounce. Sarah moaned softly, her head tilted slightly back, her red lips parted.

Mia took a sip of champagne and savored the sight: Sarah, nearly naked, surrounded by strange men who were using her body like a toy. Her tits were red from the rough handling, her pussy was wide open, the fingers glistening with her juices with every thrust. The vibrator ball continued to hum relentlessly, making Sarah’s lower body twitch again and again.

She’s about to come, Mia thought with satisfaction. And just from being groped. Just wait until she tastes those cocks…

Sarah’s breathing was ragged. Her red lips were slightly parted, her eyes half-closed. A man held two wet fingers to her mouth—she licked them obediently, without hesitation.

Mia bit her lower lip lightly. The sight turned even her on.

“Good girl…,” she whispered softly to herself. “Show them how low you can sink.”

Mia stepped quietly behind her, placed a hand on her bare hip, and whispered hotly into her ear:

“Phase three is coming now. The men want more. Much more.”