Go to the upper floors

You find yourself getting up from the step you had fallen onto, steadying yourself with a nearby pillar. You feel as if you remember something amidst the fuzziness of your stupor. There was an upstairs room that the VIPs go to. You remember that you have a pass for that place. A highly exclusive place that nobody but the upper crust of Bali go to, such as yourself as you picture a delusion of massive mansions, huge private swimming pools and sipping cocktails under the sunset. You feel as if you were being taken there by your own two feet, unsteadily slipping past the throng of wavy lines that looked vaguely like people and approaching a pair of double doors behind the front stage. Pushing your way past, you stumble into a dimly lit concrete corridor that was strangely quiet, appearing like some rear entrance for staff and the like. It was an added security measure, you had always thought, hence the complete lack of people here at all. You remember it was here somewhere, and your feet seem to remember better than your brain could, taking you straight to the elevator in the darkest corner of the corridor. Stabbing your finger on the call button, you lean yourself against the wall, droning a giggle. You were going to the VIP lounge, which was probably where your friends might be right now. When it arrived, you totter in and press the only other button on the console, shivering in intoxicated anticipation.

When the doors finally opened, you were greeted by the sound of the same sweet, sweet music from downstairs, but the sound system up here was top notch. You could feel the bass and the reverb through your bones, as if it was taking you over the moment you hear the dull thumps of every rhythmic beat, telling you to do so many wild and crazy things. With a drunken whoop, you stagger into a huge room with multiple alcoves and several other levels, streaming and strobing with dance machine lights. Exquisite booths, tables and chairs surround a massive dance floor filled with more people. It was like the secret supersized version of the club you went to, and it was where the real party was at.

You suddenly stopped yourself and remembered the custom for women to be up here. Reaching for the zipper of your dress, you unzip and fold it semi neatly to toss into the basket near the entrance. You do the same for your bra and panties, leaving yourself staggering around dressed in only your matching yellow shows, tits and pussy exposed to the world. Then you reached into a nearby metal box to pull out a plastic looking neck ring, clasping it around your neck. You do not know what this is for, but no woman was allowed into the VIP lounge without it. For some reason, you could hear the music much clearer, owing to a possibility that you were sobering out from the excitement. After checking your hair, you happily walk in. You immediately notice the familiar sights. The women were naked tourists, all of whom were young and busty. The men were a mix of locals and foreigners, dressed up nicely, and everyone was socializing, dancing, groping and touching each other. You pass by a booth and noticed that one of the women was bent over the table, legs spread open and her ass up high as a large man was pummeling her pussy. You pay it no mind as it was a normal thing here, and the man was simply being friendly. After all, from the gasping, smiling face that she had on, she was clearly enjoying his big, hard company. You glance over again as you hear the man suddenly let out roar, pumping his cock into her rapidly before pulling out. A long stream of white dripped down onto the floor as her cunt was freed. She turned to give the man a wink, and they started to chat while her hand stroked his still hardened cock. They were out of sight as you round a pillar. The display you had just watched unfold seemed to cause your own cunny to gush, and you had to pause for a moment to stroke it for several seconds to revel in the pleasures it was giving you.

You're finally here. The VIP lounge. This was what you were waiting for all this time. Time to have some fun.