The truth will out

Sarah was still floating above the crowd, naked, slick with foam and her own juices. Hundreds of hands touched her at once — fingers probing her cunt, kneading her breasts, tugging at her nipples, slapping her arse. She moaned loudly, half-mad with lust, as she continued to be carried through the crowd.

Suddenly, she was pushed forward — straight towards the VIP area.

She landed roughly on her feet, right in front of Leon.

Foam dripped from her naked body. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, her nipples rock-hard. Her cunt was red and swollen, the inner lips slightly parted, a thin trail of her wetness running down to her thighs.

Leon sat in a large leather armchair. His face was set in a stony expression.

He wasn’t staring at her body.

He was staring at her pubic area.

Leon stood up slowly. His eyes were ice-cold. He spoke briefly and quietly to Mia. Mia turned as white as a sheet. She stood two metres away and froze.

Leon turned around and walked away without another word. His steps were firm and determined. He disappeared into the crowd.

Mia stood there as if struck by lightning. Then she turned to Sarah. Her face was as white as a sheet, her eyes full of panic and rage.

“How could you do this to me?!” she hissed. Her voice was soft, but sharp as a knife. “Leon’s threatening to drop me! He says I’ve palmed off a cheating slut on him! You’re ruining my whole life!”

Sarah was still standing there naked, dripping wet, her legs slightly apart.

“I… I don’t understand…,” she stammered in panic. “You’re the one who undressed me! You’re the one who pushed me into the crowd! I did everything you told me to!”

Mia took a step closer. Her eyes flashed with rage.

“That’s not what I’m talking about, you stupid cow!”

She pointed her finger straight at Sarah’s pubic area, at the smudged, ugly tattoo.

“That! That down there! You’ve broken the contract! Leon wanted a real, permanent tattoo as a sign of devotion. And you… you palmed off a cheap fake tattoo on him like a lying whore!”

Sarah’s knees almost buckled. The realisation hit her like a blow.

“I… I thought… it would be enough… it looked real, didn’t it…,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

Mia laughed bitterly, full of contempt.

“You’ve ruined everything. Leon’s just told me he’s cancelling the contract and wants a refund. Over €250,000. And me along with it. Because I was the one who recommended you. You haven’t just destroyed yourself. You’ve dragged me down with you.”

Sarah stood naked before her, her legs trembling, the smudged tattoo like a brand on her skin. Foam dripped from her breasts; her cunt was still wet and gaping from all those strange hands.

And for the first time that night, she felt genuine, cold panic.

“Mia… please… what am I supposed to do now?”

Mia just looked at her with icy contempt.