Into the Orgy

Your mind racing. Run to the door? You'll never make it. Sneak away? Greta is eyeing you with a predatory look. You'd have no chance. You linger at the back of the crowd. A distraction? Maybe...

As Jonathan leads the group down a long hallway. Expensive, dare you say priceless, art adorns the walls. Carrie and Greta each adorn one of his arms. Mark has paired off with Cristina Greene, your counterpart at Lilapharmatech, its COO. The exquisite brunette looks to be about 28. Her exceptional body is wrapped in a tight bandage style dress that hugs her curves and shows off most her long legs. Her platform stilettos exaggerate the sway of her hips as she walks. Meanwhile Bill is being doted on by Katrina Arnold, the company's CFO. Katrina's blonde hair is styled in an asymmetrical bob that shows off her piercing green eyes that play off the sparkles coming from her white, sequined mini-dress. She's already pulling at Bob's tie and running her hands through his hair.

You have enough time to reach into your purse and trigger your mode of escape.

Jonathan throws open the doors to the orgy room. "The Scream" by Edvard Munch hangs on the wall by the door. You're sure its the original, and one of the most expensive privately owned paintings ever sold. You wonder if there's some connection between the title of the panting and the room it guards. You feel as **** as the subject in that painting as you step inside, making sure to keep your purse nearby.

The room is opulently furnished. A round platform, easily the size of two king size beds dominates the center of the room. It's covered in silk sheets and pillows. The ceiling above is adorned with mirror. Mirrors are prevalent on the walls around the room as well. Several couches, beds really are scattered around the room.

Jonathan lays in the center of the bed, allowing Carrie and Greta to strip him. They spend time nibbling at his flesh as it is exposed. Greta also pulls Carrie's dress off. She's not wearing anything underneath and quickly swallows Jonathan's dick and settles her shaved pussy onto his face. Mark is still pulling his clothes off, but he already has Cristina bent over and is driving his dick into her. She wraps her legs around Mark to pull him deeper, the tips of her high heels dig into his bare ass. Bill, the oldest of your group, is taking the most traditional route. Katrina pulls her dress over her head and spreads her legs to let Bill plow her missionary style.

Greta clearly hasn't forgotten about you. She peels off her dress as she approaches. You have you answer to your question at dinner, a lacy, black push up bra accentuates her tits, a matching thong and a garter belt complement the set along with sheer black stockings.

"Your pussy, Tera, NOW!" Greta demands. You glance at your purse, you miscalculated, dammit!

Greta wraps her arms around you and licks your cheek. All of your studies on the transmission methods for the Lilith Strain run though your head. Hell, just about anything sexual was an effective means of transmission during the initial outbreak, but Jonathan says this virus is harder to transmit. You think it may be similar to AIDS transmission. Well if that's the case, no man is cumming inside you tonight, or you're sure to fucked.

Greta has your dress off. You're not wearing a bra, so she peels off your panties as she lowers you the bed. She's on your pussy. You can't stop her, and the more she licks it's harder for you to think you should. Greta hasn't been infected for more than an hour, so you hope her saliva isn't too contagious yet. You remember that oral/vaginal contact is usually one of the hardest ways to pass on an STD, you only hope that's true with this contagion.

In spite of your fear, you're soon moaning as loud as Cristina. You try to hold off from cumming just so you can avoid another manner of transmission of the infection, but you won't last long. Finally, there's no way to hold back. A dam bursts within you. You pound your fist on the bed. Greta is flicking her tongue over your clit and curls a finger inside your pussy to massage your g-spot. You cum hard, and push at Greta's head to move her from you still spasming cunt. Your chest heaves as you struggle to catch your breath.

Cristina has made her way to Carrie and Jonathan. She rides Carries face Jonathan fucks her. Katrina is taking Bill down her throat while Mark drives into her from behind.

"Let's join Jonathan and the girls," Greta suggests.

Just then your phone rings. Salvation! you think.

The app you triggered has signaled a call from your daughter.

"Leave it," Greta says.

"No," you protest, "that's Sara's ringtone. I've got to take it."

Your ruse works, and Greta moves into the pile of flesh. You feign a conversation with you daughter. Your co-workers know her and your relationship with her well, so they can't be surprised that you'd take the call, even under these circumstances. You make it sound like there's some emergency in Sara's life. She's 19 years old, so it's not hard to make it seem like some catastrophe has struck.

"Ok baby, you say to no one and stand to gather your clothes. I'm on my way."

Your co-workers, and most importantly Jonathan and his team are too preoccupied notice you heading for the door. You continue your fake conversation as you slip though the door and pull your dress on as you half walk/half run down the hall, trying not to alter the staff to your presence but moving quickly enough that Jonathan can't draw you back. Your panties weren't in the pile of cloth that you took from the room so you're going commando now.

You make it to the elevator and breathe a sigh of relief. The limo that brought you her is waiting by the front door, along with the three others that carried your coworkers. They were sent by Dryer, and you don't trust that you'd be safe with them. You walk a block south. A cool breeze billows under your dress and tickles your bare pussy, sending a shudder through your body.

You manage to hail a cab.

"Where to?" the cabbie asks as you climb in. Suddenly you're not sure. This should be reported to the authorities right away, so you should head straight to the DSD, but Dryer was known to be through and ruthless even before he became some sort of demi-demon. There's no telling how far his power reaches. Maybe you should just try to blend in and work to stop the plan to infect the city. You own a beach house miles from the city. Maybe you should collect Sara and get out of town before things get hairy. All this assumes that you haven't been infected already. You sink into the seat as you consider your next step.