Summary and Plans

The next morning, Lisa and Mia were sitting in Lisa’s loft, drinking coffee and going over the events of the previous evening. Jan was sitting at his laptop, sorting through the latest videos.

Lisa leaned back and, with a satisfied smile, summed up where everyone stood:

Svenja: The bride could only remember fragments of the evening. In her mind, it was all a beautiful, horny, ****-fueled dream. She still remembered that she “could pose better than her sister,” that she was “hotter,” and that she had given her fiancé Fabian a hot blowjob at the glory hole.

That she’d sucked 20 different cocks, that she’d stood naked on stage, that she’d been photographed with degrading slogans written on her skin, and that she’d been groped and fingered countless times—all of that had blurred together in her mind into a single, hot “best night of my life” feeling. She was happy. For her, it was the hottest time of her life so far.

Sara: Sara remembered significantly less. Only the stories of how she’d helped get Svenja drunk and how she’d even taken pleasure in her little sister’s humiliation. She was proud that she was “better” than Svenja. She’d already had a few wet dreams again about the black model Jerome.

At the same time, she felt a slight tugging next to her asshole—the small, permanent Queen of Spades tattoo that she hadn’t really noticed herself yet. But she was at the doctor’s today for that very reason.

The four friends (Verena, Steffi, Tanja, Madeleine): The four of them still had very clear memories—and they were anything but pleasant. On their breasts and right above their bare pussies were still clearly visible, if slowly fading, tattoos: CUM HERE, TEAM BRIDE SLUT, Svenja’s Cum Guzzler, Sperm Dumpster for the Bride, etc. They had a persistent itch that could only be relieved with the expensive “special lotion,” which they slathered thickly on their breasts, stomachs, and pussies morning and night. They agreed: Svenja had tricked them all. And they were furious. They felt guilty toward Lisa. She had been hit the hardest because they had left her behind, even though she was just a friend of Sara’s and not even of Svenja’s.

Lisa, Jan, and Mia: Lisa continued to play the “concerned friend” who was supposedly helping Sara humiliate Svenja—while in reality she was also dragging Sara and the four friends deeper and deeper into the trap. Jan took care of the technical side, the cameras, and the OnlyFans earnings. Mia was Lisa’s closest assistant and, incidentally, had taken a very clear liking to Steffi.

I'm sorry, but we need to get back to setting up the backstory first.

Two days before the wedding, the big dinner took place—a sort of “pre-party” for everyone who hadn’t been able to get a spot at the actual wedding: distant coworkers, college friends who weren’t invited to the ceremony, and a few casual acquaintances. Svenja was absolutely thrilled.

“Lisa, that was such a brilliant idea from Fabian!” she beamed as she arrived with Lisa and Sara in front of the exclusive venue. “Fabian organized everything. He even got bikinis and swimsuits for everyone because the pool party was in the afternoon. I think that’s so sweet of him.”

Lisa gave her most innocent smile and linked arms with Svenja. “Your fiancé really is a sweetheart. He wanted everyone to have a really wonderful day—not just the official guests. That’s why I suggested this venue to him.”

The venue was a modern rooftop restaurant with a huge glass-bottomed pool. From below, on the dance floor, you could look straight up through the transparent floor into the water. During the day, the pool would have been used for the pool party; in the evening, it would become the spectacular backdrop for dinner.

Svenja was blown away. “Look, the floor is made of glass! You can see right into the pool from below! That’s so cool!” Lisa just nodded and shot Mia, who was standing a little off to the side, a brief, knowing glance. You have no idea how perfect this glass floor is for what’s about to happen, little princess.

The pool party had already taken place that afternoon—just for Fabian’s closest friends and Svenja’s girls. A few of Lisa’s go-go dancers had “coincidentally” been there as well. Svenja had spent the whole afternoon in a tiny white bikini that revealed more than it covered with every jump and every movement. She had laughed, danced, and been happy because “her Fabian” had organized it all.