B209 Recovery Room

You knock on the door and it opens. You recognize the girl from the AT&T commercials. You didn't expect her to be opening the door for you. You also didn't expect her to be naked, exhausted looking, her face drenched in... doesn't look like cum. Spit maybe. And her big, plump tits covered by the words "Trash whore. Do not fuck."

"Welcome" she says. "I'm the doorman for the rest of the night. I'm supposed to show you around."

The first thing you notice about the room is the men to women ration. There seem to be people fucking everywhere but it's got to be 10 men to 1 woman. You glance around to see Becca, but she must have already been whisked away into the sea of bodies. There's a lot of heat and moaning and of course the smell of depravity.

"There's lots of minor models and commercial actresses all over." your doorman says, "but I can show you the most notable fucktoys currently here." She points over at a pretty and naked girl with dirty blonde hair, legs spread eagle and a sad expression as a man writes the word "SLUT" on her forehead with a sharpie. "They're just getting started with Haley Lu Richardson over there."

Then she points in another direction. "If you like music there's a singer toy over there." And you see a plump girl with wild curly hair on all fours. She's sporting a ball gag dripping with spit as a man thrust hard into her ass. Behind him there's a long line waiting. "Um... Regina Spektor." Your guide says. "She's been here a while so that's probably guy... fifty something."

She points you to a third spot. "That's fuck toy TV actress Natalie Alyn Lind." You look and see a naked curvy young blond girl, also on all fours, her long hair pulled back tight as she licks the floor between a bunch of satisfied looking guys with wet cocks."

Ok, so you get it. This isn't exactly a place for the A-listers.

"Or pick whatever other objects you want." your guide says. "at this point everyone has been claimed."

"Claimed?" You ask, your cock throbbing naturally at the depravity.

"When a new toy is thrown into the playground, whoever claims it first gets to play with it. How else would you treat a play thing?"

It's almost too much to take in. Where would you even begin? Honestly.

Just then you hear a noise behind you. The door opens and a body is hurled in and slams on the floor. Few heads turn to look at it. Everyone is busy fucking. She gets up slowly and looks around with a smile. And you recognize her instantly. It's a genuine bonafide star.