She's a huge-titted blonde

It was a woman with long blonde hair and a grin on her sexy face. Hers was a cheeky smile, with a rather obvious lascivious too-knowing subtext to it that caused her jaw to hang slightly open, almost hungrily, as she looked at Karra. A pair of severely arched eyebrows accentuated the narrowness of her greedy-looking eyes, the nasty glint in which was offset by her excessively plump, ripe lips. It was the gorgeous face of totally self-assured man-eater.

This woman was wearing an inordinately tight white top in the shape of a tiny t-shirt that clung to her body like the near-sheer material was elasticated. Flush around her neck and the tops of her shoulders, the body of this obscene garment actually only went roughly eight inches down her torso, where it was abruptly abbreviated. The result was that it barely covered even the upper halves of her tits, and was stretched as tight as the skin of a drum over the top of those two spectacular mounds, the thin fabric drawn suffocatingly snugly over her boobs. Bursting out brazenly from beneath what was only really the suggestion of a t-shirt were the mouth-watering, deeply tanned undersides of her tits, seemingly untroubled by the constraints of gravity. Perfectly round, succulent golden orbs, these gleaming globes were simply the biggest boobs Karra had ever seen.

The woman's midriff was entirely bare. Her slender waist was etched with the definitive outline of a set of very finely honed abdominal muscles, with the additional crawl of a black tattoo climbing from her loins as if to clutch at her navel. As womanly and voluptuous the top half of her body had been, her lower belly was muscular and taut, stripped ruthlessly of all excess. As with the t-shirt, nothing was left to the imagination. A minuscule black thong was all she wore, the spaghetti-thin straps slung high over her curvy hips. On her feet were what looked to be at least eight-inch high platform-heeled wedge sandals.

"What's your business here?" said the woman.

"I've come to be a dancer."

"A dancer, indeed!" said the girl haughtily. "You know, girl, our dancers have to empty a whole load of juicy cocks a sight more than they ever have to shake a leg!"

"I am, I think, aware of that."

"No doubt," said the woman coolly, appraising Karra's naked form and raising her eyebrow in a mixture of interest and approval. "Very well. I'll announce you. My name is Miele."

At this, Miele turned and called to the man on the plinth in the centre of the courtyard. "Master Cyrus! We have a new applicant!"

Without disengaging his attention from the sheaf of paper stacked in front of him, Cyrus waved an arm absently at Karra and Miele in a dismissive gesture. "Well, what of it? Give her an apron and put her in the kitchens for a month."

"Begging your pardon, sir, but I think in this case we might make an exception, and perhaps skip that part of the training."

Grumbling, Cyrus turned to look at Karra. Immediately, his countenance grew less brooding. He evidently liked what he saw.

"Well well! Not bad, not bad at all. Beautiful and exotic too. They fixed your broken mould, Miele!" Cyrus laughed. "She's a vision. Tits to rival the best I've ever seen and a muscular belly to match. What happened to your clothes, girl?"

Karra was frank. "I took them off. Your guards insisted."

At this, Cyrus laughed louder. "Did they indeed! Let's hope that's habit forming. So you want to dance for me, is that it?"

"I do."

"Well then," Cyrus said reflectively, "I'll make you a bargain. I'm going to pair you off with one of my most reliable studs. If you can make him cum first, preferably in spectacular fashion, I should add, I'll take you on and fast track you as one of my most promising young sluts. On the other hand, if he makes you cum first - and rest assured, we'll know if he does - well, then, I've got to turn my back on you. And you'll go back into the street, clothes or no clothes. Does that sound fair?"

"It does."

"Splendid. Miele, call the elites and have them form a testing circle. And fetch Kullus, will you?"

"At once, master," said Miele. Karra then watched her briskly alert a few choice members involved in the various copulations in the courtyard for them to drop what they were doing and assemble near to Cyrus. Enclosing Cyrus and Karra in a circle with their bodies, the dozen men and women formed as couples.

"One further thing," said Cyrus. "My elite sluts are going to give their partners their best possible blowjobs while you're occupied with Kullus. If they all manage to release the seed from their men before you manage to do so with yours, you will fail this test.

Suddenly, Kullus appeared at the other side of the circle.