Go back into the melee

You have rested and been able pick up what’s left of your sex fighting esteem. Time to explore the main house again.

Walking accross the ground floor you pass by the casino. Peeking inside you see a mixture of Indians, asians, blacks, whites as well as a dozen or so other variants. Amused you note to yourself that given the nature of the gathering most of their differences don't show.

Everyone purposefully mixes in showing a picture perfect mosaic suitable for a clothing ad, including those who check their ranking and others who are ready to flaunting their sexually superiority. Only the gods can tell whether the instinctive power of sexuality or the learned social skill of sexual hypocrisy dominates.

Although the gathering sounds loud and seemingly happy, with a roomful of thirty to forty competitors you musedly observe the ritual. The thought crosses your mind that you should retry the “Basement". Next to the bar there is supposed to be a gym, a spa and a movie theatre. You sort of lean towards visiting the gym, even though you are not dressed for it.

Your thoughts are interupted. Further up in the hallway there is a couple probably discussing the terms of engagement. A tall super fit, probably former athleet and Dan, a blonde lawyer.

A third person joins them. Perhaps thirty year-old, long-nailed, slightly more curved and characterisable as "real estate saleswoman"-type. Amused you stop and observe. Your best estimate would be that he has his sights on a fight with the athletic girl. Her name is Nia. Upon closer inspection she is a strikingly beautiful Sikh. She fits the bill perfectly wearing a dark blue wraparound. Her hair is styled long, and traditional but colored slightly brunette rather than ebony black. Her eyes seem green, but you can't tell if it she is wearing contacts or natural. Honestly, you really can't care less.

Dan is staring at her full brown breasts peeking out of the blue dress.

"I don’t want you to fuck me, honey. I want you to worship me. This body is to be your god. Only then will you find enlightenment, just not the way you’re thinking of."

You can't help but look at her body, and feel a stir in your loins. This is good news, you can still hunt, you are still a creature of the animal kingdom.

The other female voice chimes in, “I’m sure there are several surprises awaiting a man that touches you.”

You all look at the coldly smiling speaker. Her words can be read harshly or jokingly. She looks very much like Nia, but darker with a sharper larger nose and a squarer face. She too is tall and looks fit, perhaps a little thicker because of her length. She is dressed in a bare midriff pink half shirt, which could have doubled as sports bra for the modest. She completes her outfit with black short-shorts and high heels. Her belly is flat and surprisingly with the hint of a six pack under the female curves. And there is just the hint of stretch marks around her exposed navel.

Nia mumbles, “Oh, Taj, you have your mind back? Last time I saw you, you were a mindless cumslut?”

The other girl’s smile threatens to evaporate, but she manages a nod. “Yes, six years ago now. But things have changed, I have changed. Your skills are weak compared to mine. My cunt can now jerk off any cock. I have kegels like a vice. I could sit perfectly still and squeeze a man's dick off. My body is my temple. I now live for physical perfection and sexual domination.”

“I thought you ran away with your loser sex **** to have a babies?”

Taj nods and pats her bare belly. “Fit as fuck. I’ve had two babies, one less than twelve months ago, and I have a personal trainer now. If you want to take some of that baby fat off, give me a call. I'll trib enough orgasms out of you until you beg for forgiveness.”

You blink feeling you must be missing something, Dan nods happily as Nia whispers to Taj. Taj whispers something back, they scowl and part. Moments later as Dan is drifting in and out of reality looking at Nia's almost black aureole rubbing along the edge of her wrap around dress, she gives him a kiss and excuses herself, promising to return. He holds onto Nia's forearm and asks. “Who is Taj?”

“Sikh like me. Our grandparents came from same village in India. We knew each other when we were younger. We were not friends, so forget about a threesome.”

Dan tries to look innocent. “Why not friends?”

“She’s a competitive bitch. We had a few confrontations. I broke her little sexslave during a couples fight the last time and my partner broke her. Now I’ve got to visit the restroom.”

You watch her walk toward the back of corridor around the corner where a restroom is. The tension evaporates immediately as Nia turns the corner. Like magic, Nia is instantly replaced by a black beauty probably coming from the restroom. The contrast is huge. Nia, refined elegance, replaced by a woman oozing raw feminine sexuality. Her natural D-cups simply dwarfs the Indian measurements you had mentally defined as perfection.

She is readjusting her dress, her large breasts nearly hanging out and sweaty. The woman is fuck-drunk and in **** need of cock and a good cumming. She probably just won a match without getting off. Your eyes switch from Dan to the black beauty.