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Chapter 16 by Javalar Javalar

What's next?

Wait for the next show.

You bide your time while waiting for the next batch of women. Quite a few people are doing the same. It seems this entertainment is, indeed, a highly popular one, and you catch more than one guest stating that this is, beyond any doubt, the highlight in the rooms before going through to the inner rooms of the mansion. Beyond that point of course... the "real" party is supposed to start. Whatever that means.

Then, finally, the announcer comes back on stage, and talks are dying down quickly. He raises his hands and declares, that the next three candidates are ready. There will also be an extra addition this time: All three will be blindfolded and thus not being able to see the crowd. Some chuckles and some cheers are greeting the announcement.

The first woman led on stage, blindfolded and equipped with leather restraints on her ankles, wrists, arms and thighs, is a black woman, with immensely big breasts. You wonder if they are, in fact, fake. Her hairstyle and her elegantly manicured hands hint at the fact that she has a lot of time to spare for beauty and to make herself pretty. Maybe the wife of a rich man? Well, that is, probably, true for a lot of women here. As she hears the whispers and the voices, she immediatly goes tense. Probably a sign that she did not expect so many spectators. She is led to her chair and attached to the backrest and the legs with short chains.

The second woman is a plump little Asian girl with well rounded buttocks, long black hair and relatively small boobs. You notice that both her nipples are pierced. She also wears a leather collar, which probably is not part of the show's outfit, because no other women had been wearing that before, so it must be something the Asian woman has brought to the party. The leather restraints on her body are all in a pink color, which gives her a rather dollish appearance. She is similarly tied to her chair.

The third woman... Your heart skips a beat as you recognize the third woman. It's your wife. Megan. Blindfolded and in red leather restraints, she is paraded naked before the whole crowd to ogle and scrutinize her. There are quite a few appreciative whistles and jeers, and, similar to the Black woman, Megan immediatly goes tense as she seems to realize what she has gotten herself into. You remember your little chat to the man earlier: She probably thought that this is just a test between the three women.

Seeing Megan there on stage makes you feel...

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