Attraction through pleasure.

She knew what was the most enjoyable way. Excited as hell once more, she wobbled towards a random bench and clutched the bra that had her helpless nipples all under its control.

Her eyes shifted to the side, attracted to something bright. The glittering letters on the huge platform of the stripper heels that were standing among tens of other sandals said:

"L O V E"

That same moment, her bra got to work again. Helpless and unwilling to stop it, Jen slid her hand towards her crotch, appreciating new and new patterns of the massage up there.

"Love. Love dancer. I'm a love dance girl. I'll dance forever until the air will be hundred percent love." — Jen kept muttering and stretched her white latex leg out amidst the process of tilting and pushing the base of her dildo. Her pants and her shoes felt essential and inseparable from her and her mission at this point. — "I should... I should..."

"Yes, sweetheart. That's a great idea."

"I shou..." — Stars and disco globes were all she was seeing as her unhinged scream of pleasure echoed throughout the whole shoe hall, just like she planned.

***

The sugary haze was subsiding slower this time. When it finally allowed Jen into her own consciousness, she opened her eyes slowly.

Two silhouettes were blocking off the ceiling lights.

"...You two babes are the first people I've seen in this empty place." — said one of them.

"I know one thing for sure: we should get out of it, or else it consumes us." — the other responded.

"Hello, my angels! It seems that my pleas to dance gods gave me some company!" — Jen bumped into the conversation both verbally and physically, rising from the bench and forcing the two other women to back away.

One of them looked younger than Jen, especially with the bright blue hair and contrasting orange outfit that consisted of a one-piece swimsuit with a stiff plastic mini skirt sitting high on her flexible waist, as well as two cheerleader pom-poms occupying her hands. As she stepped back, the skirt instantly allowed a glimpse at her crotch that showed something foreign pushing through the orange fabric right over the pussy area.

"I wonder if her dildo is bigger than ours. I wonder if she can cum louder than us."

The other woman was at the beginning of her thirties. Her brunette hair was tied into a ponytail, accentuating her sharp cheeks. Her ruffled gray shirt was all buttoned up and sat tight over her thin body, covered by a thick leather neck collar with a huge steel ring hanging down, as well as a thick leather skirt that encaged her thighs and pushed her knees together strictly. Her legs below knees were wrapped in stockings. She was not wearing shoes, but was still standing on her tiptoes for some reason.

"The cheerleader doesn't have shoes on as well. We need to help these poor beings!"

"Ayyy, look who's done masturbating in public!" — Jen accepted the cheerleader's brofist. It did seem that she would rather high-five or handshake her as a greeting, but her pom-poms kept her fists clenched. — "I'm Penny!"

"I'm Sarah." — the other woman hurried to keep herself in the discussion. — "You can't trust anything in here. I've walked into some kind of a shop and saw a young girl like you two getting inside a robotic prostitute suit. I tried to help her, but I couldn't run quick enough in this damn skirt! She got sealed inside and then carried away by the cables, and I couldn't do anything. Then I realized that I needed to get out before that voice in my head turned me into something I am not. I found the key to my shoes there, but this damn pantyhose won't get pulled from under the skirt, and it forbids my feet from going flat!"

"You mean that annoying voice that wants Mommy and gets scared anytime I get horny? I got rid of it before I could become all grown-up and grumpy like you." — Jen was slightly surprised by these words coming out of her mouth, but there was truly no **** that would have an opinion on that. — "Do you want to be like me, Penny? For the record, no, I'm not done masturbating in public."

Penny's eyes went all sparkly as she noticed the round bump against Jen's tight white latex pants. The white-clad dancer giggled in response to that stare and continued to peer-pressure the cheerleader.

"I bet she had all the fun back in her days, and now she's just jealous. I'll find you a nice, sexy pair of heels and we'll take the dance floor over together."

Penny's silly smile seemed to start fading away as the second opinion flowed into her ears right afterwards.

"Don't listen to her, Christ's sake! She's brainwashed, she doesn't control anything she does or says! I've already seen how this ends, you've got to believe me!" — Sarah said.