Fan Service.

Chuck helped her to her feet. Claire was still a bit shaky in her freshly fucked state, but she no longer had to be **** to move in any direction. She willingly walked with Chuck towards the crowd, none of whom had left despite the fact the show ended a half hour ago. She practically sauntered, her ass waving invitingly as she did so.

Chuck lead her through the center of the crowd, covered in his jism. Hands pawed at her breasts, her ass, her slit, indicating that no one cared about her debasement. She gasped at their touch. It felt powerful to be so desired, despite her indentured state. She felt like a queen. A queen of sex, perhaps, but powerful nonetheless.

Once they were in the center of the crowd, Chuck pulled Claire to him by her hair. The blonde gasped, a shiver moving through her body.

"Your first task, cumslut, is to serve anyone in this crowd that wants it." Not waiting for her to respond, as none was needed in her new state, he pushed her into the crowd.

What happened next was an overwhelming array of genitals. None of Claire's holes were spared. Her wrists grew tired from cocks and clits stroked. Her vision became blurry from torrents of cum on her body.

2 hours later, a few production assistants washed her barely conscious body, rehydrated her, and took her to her new lodgings.