Jan helps her.

Lisa’s hands were still shaking as she dialed Jan’s number. He picked up on the first ring. “Lisa! Thank God. Are you okay?”

His voice was calm but worried. She could barely speak at first. “Jan… what the fuck happened last night? I woke up and my entire bed is ruined, there are phone numbers written on my stomach and I smell like a fucking glory hole. I lost a whole day…”

Jan took a deep breath and started explaining.

“Okay, listen. I saw you at the bar with some guy. You were laughing, drinking shots. Then you disappeared for a while. Suddenly there was a huge commotion at the glory hole — apparently a masked woman was sucking cocks like it was her full-time job. Later I saw you again with three different guys. You looked completely out of it. After that you were just… gone. I couldn’t find you anywhere. I tried calling like thirty times.”

He paused.

“Maybe the owner knows more. You should call him. He has your number.”

Lisa’s stomach dropped. With trembling fingers she called the club owner.

The man answered immediately, his voice smooth and slightly amused.

“Ah, Lisa. Good morning. Or should I say… good afternoon?”

She swallowed hard.

“I… I don’t remember much. Did I… did I take my mask off at any point?”

“No,” the owner said calmly. “The mask stayed on the entire time. But you definitely had a wild night. You threw a big party in the back room, bought rounds of drinks for half the club, and went on a shopping spree with the sex toys. Then you disappeared with two women and three guys into a corner and had very loud, very public sex. You left without paying. You currently owe the club 7,000 euros.”

Lisa felt the blood drain from her face.

“I… I don’t have that kind of money,” she whispered, voice cracking.

The owner chuckled softly.

“Don’t worry. We’ll find a solution. You’re a very popular girl now. We can work something out.”

He hung up.

Lisa sat there on the ruined bed, staring at the wall. Slowly the pieces came together.

It had been fun. Insanely fun. She had finally let go completely. But now she had a mountain of debt, a destroyed mattress, ruined clothes, and the lingering smell of hundreds of men still clinging to her skin.

One day later she felt physically better. The worst of the soreness had faded into a deep, pleasant muscle ache. Her pussy and ass were still tender, but thankfully there was no bladder infection. She could walk normally again.

She stood in front of the mirror in her bathrobe, looked at the faint leftover marker lines on her belly and the faint red marks around her wrists and thighs, and let out a long, shaky breath.

“Fuck… what have I done?”

But deep down, a small, dark part of her was already wondering when she could do it again.