Yes.

With little hesitation you seize Whitney's offer, kissing his soft lips passionately while the two of you sit in the corner of the danceroom. The whole night has had you so hot that the whole thing just happens on instinct.

"Mmmm." Whitney moans while his hands roam over you. Your lips part for a second only to come back together with even more lust. You pull him closer, giving in to your arousal, but then, your moment is interrupted.
"Well well, are you two putting on a show for me?" the assistant asks from across the room. Another pair of dancers giggle in your direction.
"Maybe." Whitney says in a mischievous tone.
"Typical, sissies." the assistant says before laying back in her chair. Even from over here you can see her hardening cock beginning to extend down her pantleg.

Just then, another maid enters the room and turns to the assistant to whisper something to her. She grins and dismisses him, sending the boy skipping off down the hall.
"It's your lucky night." she says looking at you.
"Someone bought the pair of you. Looks like you two loverboys get to spend the evening together."
You and Whitney grin to each other.
"Well, don't doddle. She's at table three."
"Yes, miss." you both say in unison as you head off down the hall.
"I bet she wants to take you first." Whitney giggles as you both hurry along.
"No way. She definitely wants you." you reply.

Before long, you emerge into the dollhouse to see the familiar sights and sounds of the dance and bantering women. Holding hands the two of you pass a few tables and eventually see the woman that paid for your services. She's tall, even for a girl. A bit over 7ft, she's amazonian like many of the guards and sports a casual suit and medium length brown hair. Her discarded hat sits next to a half empty drink on her table. All alone at her table that tall and gorgeous woman watches the dancers, that is, until you approach and catch her attention.
"There's my two cuties. You sure got here fast." she says.
"We were excited to meet you, miss." Whitney replies before giving you a mild nudge.
"Pleasure to meet you, miss." you continue.
"Why don't you cuties come have a seat so we can get acquainted properly."

You both rush over and take seats on either side of her. She pulls the two of you closer with strong arms. It feels safe in her arms but also somewhat troubling. You just met this woman and she's allowed to do anything to you. Now you're in her grip, face pressed against her cleavage. You know you're expected to perform for your owner, mistress Ava, and do anything this lady asks. However, there is some good that comes of the whole thing. When you think of Ava and how it felt to be taken by her you practically shudder in delight. Maybe this woman will do that to you. Yeah, that'd be nice. I want that, you think to yourself.
"What are your names?" she asks.
"Taylor, and this is Whitney." you answer.
"What's your name?" Whitney asks, batting his eyelashes.
"Oh just call me master for tonight."
"Yes, master." you both reply.

"Do you two like dancing?" she says, turning to the dancers on stage before having a swig of her drink.
"We love it!" Whitney exclaims.
"How cute." she says, smiling at Whitney before turning her attention to you.
"You feeling shy, cutie? Something wrong?"
"What? No. It's.. I'm just..." you stammer.
"He's just nervous around pretty women like yourself, isn't that right, Taylor?" Whitney says, covering for you.
"Yes." you nod.
"You know, we could put on a private show for you." Whitney mentions, taking the attention away from you.
She pulls him closer and kisses him.
"What kind of a show?" she asks between kisses.
"Well, it's not a show we could do out here." Whitney says looking around with a giggle. He starts to make out with the woman again but this time he grabs your hand and places it on her inner thigh. You see that although your master's eyes are closed, Whitney's are falsely so. He gives you a wink. Understanding his signals you start to rub along and up towards her crotch. Your hand gently comes to rest on an impressive girlcock that absolutely radiates heat. You start to feel bolder.

"Forgive my nerves, master. Maybe I could make it up to you." you say while holding her dick.
She looks over with a hungry gaze.
"We could make it up to you." Whitney corrects.
You start to stroke the python in her trousers and feel as it grows harder and harder.
"Okay boys." she says before slamming her drink and leaving the table. She grabs the both of you, literally squeezing your ass as she leads you to a booth nearby. This little half room is lit by a single lantern on the wall and the cushioned sofas appear to be some kind of expensive leather. A sturdy table resting on a thick carpet stands between the seats but with a single motion, your master moves the table aside and takes a seat on one of the cushions. Leaning back she gets comfortable and undoes her jacket, letting her tits pop out against her white undershirt.

"Alright, cuties. Lets see this show."
"Of course, master." Whitney says, holding a hand to you.
Soon the two of you are doing a little dance before the woman but it doesn't take long before Whitney derails the whole thing and starts to kiss and grope you.
"I like what I see." your master says.
Confidence swells and you start to do the same to Whitney and even pull down his panties. He fights back and unzips the back of your dress. Back and forth you two disrobe before the master, giggling like schoolgirls. Half dressed in the remnants of your outfits your master gives you both a command.
"I like the show. How about you continue it over here." she says, spreading her legs and pointing to the ground between them. Whitney licks his lips and you practically lunge for the spot at her crotch. Hot and bothered, the two of you share a few more kisses while on your knees before the woman's crotch.

In your excitement you beat the sissy to the evening's prize, breaking away from girly kisses you undo the master's fly, revealing the beast within. The woman's stained pair of undergarments fail to hold her hard and juicy cock inside. It's so large that half of it rises straight out of them. From your position kneeling on the carpet it resembles a holy monolith that demands your worship. You reach out and touch it, grabbing the twelve inch monster in your hands. Whitney eggs you on.
"You can have the first taste, Taylor."
You lean forward and eagerly lick the thing. When your tongue reaches the top a drop of precum hits your taste buds and you savor it. This is good. Soon you're greedily lathering the thing and kissing it all over.
"Hey, I didn't say you could have all the fun." Whitney buts in. You pause from your lusty tongue bathing and let him get in to do some of his own. Your master is blissfully resting in her chain watching the two of you share her cock. When Whitney is finished warming up he pops the thing in his mouth and you're treated to the sight of someone deepthroating for the first time. With gurgling noises he manages to shove most of the thing down his hungry gullet. The master really seems to like it, and for some reason you do too, just watching has you rock hard.

For the next couple minutes Whitney teaches you how to properly suck a woman's cock. It's not an easy task, especially when the woman's cockhead is pressed up against your tonsils, but after a while you start to get it. The compliments from your master and the positive reinforcement from Whitney must be working. At some point you find yourself sucking the woman's balls while your partner bobs up and down on her shaft. From your point of view you see the master look down with another hungry look.
"Good, sissies. Ah fuck. You sure know how to make a woman happy."
She grabs the back of your heads and smothers you both. Whitney is impaled on her dick and you're smothered with her sweaty and salt balls. She grunts so loud that you're sure people outside must hear her orgasm noises despite the music.

You can feel the cum sloshing around in her heavy balls as her cock pulses and throbs, shooting cum straight down Whitney's throat. He tries to swallow it all but the flow must be too much. Soon he starts coughing and sputters of cum splatter over you and the master's lower shaft. You greedily move for them and start lapping up every drop, dutifully cleaning Whitney's leftovers. The taste of girlcum is a sweet and salty mix that you've never had before but you instantly fall in love with it. However, the best part is what follows, that warm cumdrunk feeling that the mistress gave to your hours ago. It's not nearly as strong but it's still enough to give you shivers, pushing you to orgasm as you cum hands free into the carpet. You bask in the warm climactic aftermath but as the delicious cum becomes more scarce you look down to see the mess you made and notice that Whitney has cum too. When you look to him you see the master's cock pop from his mouth before he slumps down, leaning against the chair exasperated. He looks pleasantly defeated.

"Thank you for the cum, master." you say, still sticky with her semen on your face. She pats your head in approval. Whitney looks like he's trying to mouth the same thing but drunkenly slurs it, not that your master seems to mind.
"Sorry, about your friend. It's been a few days."
"It's okay. I think he likes it." you say.
Whitney smiles and mumbles something. His head slumps to the other side limply.
"Haha. I bet he does." she laughs. You giggle along with her, enjoying the **** effects of your recent snack. Master is pretty funny, you think.
"How about you go get some clothes on and fetch me a drink, sissy." she says.