You see many interesting sights on your walk

Turning on heel you begin to stroll over to area where the showers are located. Walking along you past by a number of erotic, actives, and stations. No fellow club goers though, the only people you can spot is the staff employees. Most are in the standard black uniform, and cap that had the word staff printed on the front in white. Though alternatively some are dressed up specifically to match what ever area their are running, like Willow was back at her dressing area.

“Hey boy, your looking fineeee you ever think about trying out the puppy life, I know theirs not enough people here for a show, but the training to be a pup is still an unforgettable experience.” A large muscular man calls out to you as you pass by a little area that has what looks like a dog show.

The man is blonde, and blue eyed, with a strong square jaw line. He towers over you in terms of height as he’s more then few feet taller then you. He wears a biker jacket, and leather vest, along with some assless chaps and a tight latex speedo which conceals a huge bulge in his pants. He’s kind of hairy, there being quite a bit of blonde chest hair splayed across his pecks. Really he has the looks of a real man’s man. Yet a friendly smile on his face accompanied by a slightly playful twinkle in his eye makes it so that despite his rough features, you find him just a bit charming.

“Not right now, maybe later, thanks for the offer though I’m very flattered.” You give the man a warm smile, waving a quick but polite good bye as you keep walking.

“Awww, well enjoy yourself anyways dear.” The man says slightly disappointed, his sweet tone of voice, and use of the word dear amusingly clashing with his rugged appearance.

Keeping stride, you continue onward, your eyes narrowing at what you see coming next. Directly in your path is a sort of mma cage type thing. Though your pretty sure the cuffs, ropes and chains that hang from fence of the cage aren’t up to regulation. You then spot a fit looking red headed girl leaning on the side of the octagon. She’s wearing what looks like a combination of fetish wear that seamless combines with mma gear. On her chest she has on a standard black sports top that shows off a nice six pack on her tummy. The girl’s abs providing the red head with a tinge of toughness while seamlessly blending into rest of the girl’s fit feminine frame. As well since the top obviously lacks any sleeves it shows off the girl’s well built arms, which are actually a bit bigger then your own. The muscles on the arms having depth in all the right places, but again not to much to decrease the girl’s womanly physique.

The tight top she wears also has a T line design on the back which show off the red head’s sexy shoulder blades, and back muscles. Her smooth skin hard, and defined in all the right places that makes you drool just a little over the whole of her athletic spine. For bottoms she has a tight pair of black boy shorts, which hug a around a large bulge in her pants. The shorts are supper high cut to. Only reaching about half way down the girl’s her upper thighs. Which again like her top is done more then likely done to show off the subtle amount of muscle on her legs that persists along the rest of her body. Most certainly you can’t say the red head skips leg day, as she has a healthy balanced amount of bulk on her lower limbs, just like her arms. Her thighs especially draw your eyes, as they have both a delightful amount thickness, and depth. The light from the club ceiling hitting her legs at just the right angle that shadows conform around it in an oh so flattering fashion. Flexing your hands open, and closed you wondering just how good it would feel to touch up those puppies. Or even better have those puppies touch you up. Just imagining being pinned helplessly in those thighs, aaaaa it makes a jolt of pleasure shoot up your spine.

Besides that sculptured body of hers, and already mentioned clothes, she also has a pair of padded fighter gloves. They are mostly your normal mma gloves, though they have a slight bdsm flare. They’re the standard fingerless mitts you’d see in any real sanctioned mixed martial arts gig, the type with padded knuckle dusters built in. The only abnormalities being in the wrists. As the wrists seem to be to be tightened with a silver buckle, each buckle having a silver ring on the wrists back of the wrists. No doubt so that they could as be connected to restraints, the gloves seeming to functioning as convenient cuffs. Her foot wear also has a similar design. The red head having on her feet some latex stirrups, that are attached to some leather buckles. The buckles strips sporting those same silver rings.

The stirrups aren’t the only latex the red head has on though. As on her head is the most prominent part of her outfit. Fitting snuggly around her face is black latex bondage mask. The girl’s eyes, and mouth being the only skin visible on her face. The holes by her eyes are slightly curved with a white outline, which makes the mask look a little bit like a wrestler’s. A more appropriate theming considering the fighting ring she’s stationed at. The other two notable aspects of the latex hood is one the mouth part. As hole for the mouth is tight right around edges of the the girls lips. This forces them outward, making them seem a little more plump then the girl probably natural is. The second notable thing is a small black tube on the top of the girl’s head where her high top pony tail falls down to her neck from. That pony tail being the only way you can see miss redhead’s, red hair! Which now that you thinks about it might not even be here real hair, and could just be fake hair part of the hood. What a crazy thought the redhead might not actually be a redhead, how insane!!!

With you getting kind of close now the girl notices you approaching. Slowly she tilts her head to the side all cool like as her eyes lazily run over you. The girl’s lips flirt with a smile as she sees you, and you break pace for second as her gaze suddenly becomes fierce. Those brown eyes causing you to stumble in your stride. That fierce gaze draws lines on your body as she checks you out, no takes stock of you. Her seeming to be searching for any physical weakness rather then her lusting after you. Still even with that misstep you don’t detour your path, why would you? After all it’s not like she’s just gonna random swing at you right? No of course not she’s an employee at the club she wouldn’t do anything crazy like that!

Yet as you get even closer to the girl, now only about forty feet away you feel yourself losing the rhythm of your walk again. A sudden serge of timidness making you hunch up your shoulders with nervousness, as you freeze in place. You’re just kind of stuck their now, just staring at the red head with baited breath. Seeing your hesitation the fighter girl gives you a grin that radiates both friendliness, and warmth. She then motions for you to come closer, and you feel brave enough to obey. You start to walk towards the girl again, all be it cautiously.

“Oi you there don’t look so scared come on now why don’t we ave a go at it yeah?” The red head girl asks in a thick Australian accent as she nod over to you, and cracks her knuckles.

You blink few times having a slight amount of difficult deciphering what she said with that heavy accent of her’s. It takes a second or two but you then realize that she asking you if you would like a match in the cage with here.

“Maybe later thanks, or not you seem like you’d kick my ass, haha.” You reply, an worried smile as you look at the cage.

“Hah com on now that ain’t no way to go through life, ave some confidence why no’t?” The girl asks seeming persistent in her attempt to get you into a match.

You however just shake your head at even the thought of getting in that ring though. You’ve never been a good fighter, even playful wrestling with your sisters often ended up with you being dominated. Not just with Crystal, did you end up getting dominate either, as even your little sister Sarah found herself on top of you most of the time. Really If you end up getting into that ring it would most certainly be to lose. Especially if Miss redhead here is your opponent...

“Look maybe later, right now I’m still kind of a mess not exactly great for grappling you know.” You saying pointing at the cum on your legs as you pass by the fighter girl.

“Ahhh aright, but make sure ya come back than and give it a go, I’ll even let you take me with one hand cuffed be’hind me back, and trust me even if ya lose it ain’t so bad...” The redhead fighter insists as you give her a polite wave good bye, her voice taking a more suggestive tone as she says that last part.

“I uhh can’t promise anything but thanks for the offer.” You reply before turning back around.

Before you trot off though you take one look back at the ring, your eyes pulled to one of the sets of chains on the cage. Hmm maybe she’s right maybe losing might not be so bad after all, long as your defeat doesn’t require a punch to the face. You’re not THAT much of masochist.

Moving on you then come across small set of cobble stone stairs in which at the very top sits a glorious looking throne. On that glorious throne sits an equally glorious curvy woman. She’s bottom heavy though her butt doesn’t conform to the shape of the seat, that firmness confirming that her glutes are muscle not fat. Besides that’s she also has a pair of massive boobs, them having to be double DDs at least with how huge they are. The woman is brown haired with her hair being extremely long and wavy. Insanely long actually, as the woman’s locks of hair falls all the way down to knees. The pure amount of volume of hair covering the woman like a blanket.

It’s hard to see past her absurd amount of hair, but you can see the girl sits half naked in the throne. Her eight inch cock between her legs left free to be seen by anyone, just like her nipples which are out there in the open. Even though her sex, and breasts are bared to the world the women doesn’t skimp on accessories, her adorned in expensive looking finer. She has on a gold crown, as well bracelets, anklets, nipple rings with red rubies hanging them, and numerous jeweled rings around both her hands, and her toes. Also she wears a number of gold necklaces all of them having jewels or amulets, except one that seems to be large silver key that sort of clashes with the rest of her gold outfit.

On the arm left extending from the throne is a huge tray full of fine looking food. Fruits, meats, cakes, treats, all piled up on one another in a massive pile. The woman greedily munches down on collection of food like a she is starving, using her bare hands to shove mouthfuls into her mouth with on hand, as she holds the hair that keeps falling over her face with another. Her eating less then gracefully, as she keeps ending up half hazardous smearing food all over her mouth. To which she then occasionally wipe away at them with a fancy hankechift which is becoming more, and more stained with food as the woman uses it.

It’s a rather shameful display, her packing away the food, getting messy, using the handkerchief before putting it back on the tray with the food, only to then make herself messy again. It’s an endless unsightly cycle. One you’re almost kind of disgusted, by till you remember that the woman is probably playing a role here. She’s most like just acting like all the other employees dressed up here. Something like the typical gluttonous aristocratic character. The hedonistic, unfeeling lord who rules over the peasants with only concern for their own pleasure. Any who dare speak out against them dealt with swiftly by the royal’s loyal, yet ruthless military forces.

Speaking of the royal’s ruthless military ****. On the top of the stairs standing both to her left, and her right stand female two knights in suits or armor. Or what is a parody of armor, as the shinny steel on their bodies leaves exposed most of their bare flesh. Like as in literally. The duo seeming to be wearing nothing but plate-mail. There not being a visible scrap of any other material on their body. As well what stainless steel they do have is limited only to shoulder pads, elbow pads, protective gloves, gauntlets, as well as metal boots, and knee guards. Their breasts stomach, and most of their organs left completely **** to attack you can safely say that you wouldn’t trust your life with that set of metal on the battlefield. Of course their is ONE intimate place that is covered. One special place that is given quite a bit of shielding, yet the method of which it’s concealed is probably less then desirable for the two guardswoman.

As both the female knights have their cocks, and pussies hidden from sight with what looks to be a steel chastity cage. At first glance the length of metal is fitting around their waists, and between their leges just seem like the other stunted parts of armor. Yet the large foreboding medieval pad locks, that sit upon the front of the cod pieces, hints that they aren’t able to freely be removed without a key. No doubt the key to their belts being the large silver one the woman on the throne wears round her neck. The one saving grace that the armored sentinels do seem to have though is the that their faces are hidden by some intimidating helmets. Actually you would describe the helmets as being almost down right creepy, and grin looking. The metal enveloping the duo’s heads being in the shape of human skull, giving the two the visage of ****, and anonymity.

Having taken in the full sight of the scene before you, you begin to try to walk on by.

“YOU THERE PEASANT!”

You don’t get far though as a booming voice calls out to you. Turning around you see the woman on the throne pointing at you with a half pealed banana in hand.

“Umm yes my-my Queen?” You respond a little bit awkwardly trying to make a guess at what royal title this woman would god by.

“THATS EMPRESSES TO YOU PESANT, ARE munch THE CONCUBINE I munch REQUESTED???” The empresses asks as she chows done on the banana in her hand.

It seems she’s giving you an in for you to jump into this medieval role play here.

“Umm perhaps my lady I sort of have yet to find myself.” You speak not out right rejecting her offer but, temporarily declining it.

“PAH, THEN COME BACK WHEN YOU DO, I HAVE NO TIME FOR LOLIGAGGERS OFF WITH YOU NOW!” The Empress says shooing you away as she quickly turns her attention back to eating.

Doing just that you quickly scurry off out of the way of stair case. Keeping a brisk pace you move swiftly, only again slowing once your a good few feet away from the Empress, and her guards. With that out of the way again you trot on forward. With you next running into what looks to be an exotic tree growing right out of the carpeted floor. It’s quite an extravagant tree to the top full lush vegetation, and leaves that completely obscures the top. Of course as you get closer to inspect the tree you realize it’s fake, though a very detailed fake. Still it’s inclusion kind of confuses you as there doesn’t seem to be any employee occupying. No matter how strange or wacky the role play scenes are they all has some one manning them. All except this one for some reason.

Weird did the person who mans this one call out sick today? It looks to far away from the other scenes to be part of them so surely it’s it’s own thing. Then just as you walk under one of branches something leaps from the tree, and lands behind you. Hearing the sharp woosh of wind as what ever it is shot though the air with incredible speed, you quickly spin around to face what ever has just hit the ground. What you see however isn’t a thing, but a girl!

“Kikikikikikikikiki.” The girl laughs as she looks up at you from her crouched down position on the floor.

Instinctively you take step back to put a foot of distance between you, and the girl. You weary and, a bit caught of guard by her sudden entrance. Tilting her head to the side she stares up at you with piercing emerald green eyes which hide behind a wooden mask which seems to be carved to look like the face of a monkey. Seems this is the tree does have an occupant, it being this monkey girl who really does have the look of a true wildling. Her blonde hair natty clumped up, and stuck with branches, and leaves, contrasting nicely with her dark bronzed skin body.

Besides the wooden mask on her face she also wears a messy wrap of rags, and rough looking rope as clothes. Her C cup size breasts kept hidden by a scrap of fabric that is pulled tightly across her boobs, and knotted with a length of rough rope that is in a big clump on her back. The tie of rope holding her top together is really sloppy done as well, it seeming to have no sort of technique in the tie, and the mess of rope is all balled up into a knot that is bigger then your fists. Some of the rope also is just randomly wrapped around the girls stomach it seeming to serve not purpose there other then to keep the length from falling any lower, and getting in the girl’s way. Here bottoms weren’t in much better shape, as she only has long strip of dark brown fabric to serve as a loin clothe.

It not doing a great job to conceal her genitals as due to the bottom not being secured in any way it shifts around, and hangs down while the girl moves it often slipping out of the way to show the girls meaty nine inch flaccid cock, and large balls. Like with the top their is a large clutter of rope in the back that holds the loin cloth in place the girls butt seemingly not concern for her as her firm cheeks, and ass as left completely exposed. Her firm rump only being partly obscured by some of the spare strands of rope that hang from the knot in the back. Besides that the girl also has some rope wrapped around her wrists them being worn like bracelets rather then actually restrains. As well her feet are wrapped in the same cloth seemingly in attempt at having some make shift foot wear.

“Kikikikikikiki...” The girl makes that same weird laugh again as she starts to slowly circle around you, walking on her knuckles, and feet as she dose just like a real primate would.

There’s a prickle of primal fear as you watch her circle around you. Even though you know she’s just playing a role the girl gives off such a strong a animalistic vibe. The way she breathes in aggressive huffs, and puffs behind the mask, it almost makes you afraid she might pounce on you at any moment. It’s not only just the clothes, and demeanor either that gives her that wildling aura. Her body too has been has a beastly edge.

Her frame is lean, strong, with muscles that pop, and buldge about her flesh. Unlike the red headed fighter from before this girl’s guns encroach a bit more on her feminine figure. This enhances that animalistic feel of the girl, as she seems to have the power behind her body to go full hunter if she so wished to do so. Yet even if her strength isn’t up to the task alone, the monkey girl has another method of pacifying pray. As looking down to her hands you see that her nails have grown long and, sharp. It’s the same for feet to as, her toes that are left uncovered by her foot wraps having long nails jagged nails as well. The power she has along with these natural claws makes you acutely aware that this girl could seriously injury you if she wanted, even with her being only four, and a half feet tail, she still seems quite dangerous.

“Kikikikikikikiki have you come to playyyyy???” The monkey girl finally says in a low purr.

“U-u-uh, m-maybe later???” You speak the words almost as if a question worried that using any amount of firmness in your voice may causes the monkey girl to attack.

Instead of assaulting you however this missing link girl just seems to frown behind her mask. It’s not clear with her face obstructed but, you think you can sense great amount of disappointment radiating off of her. Then with out a word she turns, and in a feat of inhuman athleticism jumps up, and grabs one of the tree branches. Swinging on the branch she flips herself upright, balancing on the outstretched wood. She then swiftly scurries up the branch toward the middle of the tree, and disappears into the lush vegetation. With a look of awe on your face you gawk at the place where she went into the leaves, the only trace left of her a singular leaf which came lose as she broke into the the brush. Shaking your head in disbelief you wonder if you should consider yourself luck that the monkey girl decided to leave you alone. Or that if perhaps you have just missed out on an encounter of a life time. What ever the case you then turn from the tree, and keep pushing onward.

Things seem to form a pattern as you walk some more. The employees approaching, or calling out to you while you pass them by. Each one giving their own little spill about their own section as they try to tempt you to come get involved with them. While some of the erotic games, and role plays do seem interesting you politely decline each one of their offers. Right now you need to get washed up before you can really get involved in anything. No one likes doing a play while some one is all covered in another’s spunk after all.

Well, actually maybe some people do, but it’s probably a really niche crowd that’s into a thing like that. One you aren’t part of you would like be cum stain free right now. Eventually you come across the shower area. The entrance being a singular simple wooden door with the words Shower & Wash painted onto a big ass sign over the top of the door. The size of letters, and sign no doubt made so large as to make sure club goers could easily spot its location. Don’t want to have people wandering around drenched in juices unable to locate a place to get clean right?

Placing your hand on the simple silver door knob you pull the door open.