*Snort*

Hugh was nearing retirement and with it would be the end of his time at the Drop. His work let him interact with the right people to get invites, but his work wasn't paying enough for him to maintain a presence when he retired.

He'd been going to the Drop long enough to know something was going to happen when 'Miss Piggy' arrived. A brunette white girl with large natural tits in a dress a size or two too small, wearing a bright pink half mask modelled after a pig.

Who was she? Why wear such a mask?

He got a hint when she tottered over to the ladies' room very quickly and the light went on for the Glory Hole.
she's some new tart paid for by the club!
It was obvious, that must be why her mask is different. Hugh managed to weave between people and entered the mens', and from there enter her.

At first, it seemed like she was a tease, only a thigh job? She seemed almost like she was surprised at only offering that and quickly had his cock rubbing against her drooling pussy lips. Yet as hot to fuck, she also wanted to stifle her moans. Hugh took the challenge and happily fucked a few loud squeals out of her before she jumped off his cock to swallow his load.

She left the Glory Hole after one dick?! Hugh was hyping her up when he turned to see her walking about. He nearly went over to reprimand her when she was grabbed by a blonde. Oh! Hugh recognised the blonde as the Director, a woman who organised performances in the Drop's stage area.

There she was, her legs kept apart with a spreader bar, an Apple ball-gag, and when she turned, he saw a pigtail buttplug. A perfect slutty fuckpig.

"Straight from the pigsty, here is the most perverted sow you will have ever seen!"

Pinned by the Director, the game was explained. A raffle. Hugh pulled his out and checked his number...

"201"
"67"

...

"19"
" 96"
"97"
" 98"
" 99"

...

" 20"
" double oh, zero"
"01"
" 02"
" 03"
" 06"
" 07"
" 08"
" 10"

...

"13"
" 14"
" 15"
" 18"
" 22"

...

"616" yes Hugh lunged for the stage. It was hard to tell what state Miss Piggy was in, the gag and mask concealing her expressions. But when he slapped her fat arse, she made the nasty little snorting sounds and he knew he had to try her arse.

~

This can't be happening! Lara thought. She was leaking cum, neither of her available holes had been spared, the pigtail buttplug rolling in front of her. All under the aroused gaze of the blonde mistress. Trying desperately to chance upon the safe-signal. How many were going to fuck her? Was the raffle just the order in which they fucked her? What was that last number?

A fat cock entered her arse, fatter than any she'd felt so far in her rear. She was cumming again! This was what she wanted wasn't it? To be fucked like all those hardcore bimbos on the internet, right?

When the latest cock finally came, her limbs have our and She fell forward, the impact on her belly pushing several pints of jizz squirting out of her. The blonde mistress leaned down and licked her cheek.

"Keep up the good work Miss Piggy, this performance is paying for your surgery tonight." Lara has no way to ask what that meant and the blonde was already standing up again. "69!" Oh no! It wasn't over!