He can only watch

Chuck’s muscles locked. He wanted to launch himself at the stage, deck the bastard, grab Katie, drag her out. But his body wouldn’t move. Legs heavy, arms pinned to the table. All he could do was turn his head, track her as she sauntered off the stage in those heels, hips swaying, name tag swinging on her bra strap.

She walked straight to the first table near the edge, four guys in their thirties, already leaning forward, grinning. Chuck could just make out her voice over the low music.

“Hey boys,” she said, leaning in so her tits were right at eye level. “What can I get for you tonight?”

One of them spoke up quickly. “Can we get a group handjob? All of us.”

Katie’s smile widened. “Coming right up.”

She dropped to her knees on the carpet in the middle of their circle. The men stood, chairs scraping back, forming a loose ring around her. Zippers came down. Cocks came out, hard already.

Chuck tried to yell. “Katie—stop!”

His voice came out at normal volume, quiet, useless against the crowd noise. Just a plea that didn’t carry.

The hypnotist noticed anyway. He stepped to the front of the stage, voice cutting through the speakers.

“Hey, lover boy. We still have a show here. Eyes on stage.”

Chuck’s head snapped forward before he could fight it. His eyes locked on the hypnotist, vision tunneling. He couldn’t look away. Couldn’t see what was happening at that table anymore, just hear the low murmurs, the occasional laugh, the wet sounds starting.

While Katie was his whole world, to these men she was just another woman for them to ****. Another piece of entertainment. The realization hit him like ice water.

Almost compelled, he heard the next woman on stage speak up. The hypnotist had already beckoned her forward.

She was white, early twenties maybe, pixie cut black hair sharp around her ears, fit and petite, barely five-two, athletic build under a tight black top and jeans. Dark brown eyes wide with panic. She looked like someone who didn’t want to be there.

“I’m Zoe,” she said fast, voice cracking. “Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone anything. I swear. I’ll forget I was even here.”

The hypnotist wagged one gloved finger slowly in front of her face, like scolding a child.

He leaned in closer to Zoe, wagging that gloved finger again, slow and deliberate.

“You’ll not tell anyone?” he said, voice dripping mock surprise. “Come on, Zoe. We know that’s not true.”

Zoe’s eyes widened, mouth opening to protest, but he kept going.

“How do you think you got solo tickets to our fine establishment so quickly? We heard all about your little podcast. We know you’re here to do an ‘expose’ on us.” He made air quotes with his fingers, the motion exaggerated for the crowd. “Well, as you can probably tell… we don’t care what a woman has to say here.”

Zoe swallowed hard. “I—I swear, I won’t—”

“Speaking of what women have to say,” he cut in, “I don’t think you should be capable of saying anything.”

“What do y—”

He moved fast. Covered her eyes with both hands. “Sleep!”

Zoe’s head dropped limp into his palms. Her body sagged forward, arms hanging loose. The audience chuckled, familiar now with the routine.

He bent close to her ear, whispering low and steady for maybe ten seconds. Chuck couldn’t hear the words, just saw Zoe’s head twitch once, then go still.

Right then Katie walked right in front of his table.

She was heading to another group on the far side, the same confident sway in her hips, heels clicking. But her chest was a mess. Thick white splotches of cum streaked across her red lace bra, some dripping slow down the curves of her tits, others already drying in sticky patches. Her fancy updo had come half undone, black hair falling in messy locks around her shoulders, a few strands plastered to her skin with sweat or worse. She didn’t glance at Chuck. Didn’t even slow down. Just kept walking, smiling like she was on her way to take drink orders.

He tried to turn his head to follow her. Couldn’t. His neck locked once she passed out of his peripheral vision. All he could do was stare straight ahead again.

A loud squawk yanked his attention back to the stage.