Swept Up In A Whirlwind of Lust and Luxury

While he had no set plan for this evening, now that he had picked up two more beauties, Rob felt there was **** left but to swoon Aerith Gainsborough and Nico Robin off their feet. Wine and dine them to hell and back before claiming their hearts and bodies as his own.

So, by the powers of his android secretary, his bottomless bank account, and his two magic-wielding girlfriends, Rob set the four ladies up on a whirlwind tour of the finest establishments around the world. In the span of seven hours, they travelled up and down the Californian coast, popped over to the East coast to hit trendy bars from New York to Miami, jumped the Atlantic to Paris, London, Madrid, and Amsterdam, heading down south to Rio and Buenos Aires, before jetting across the world to Australia and Japan.

The speed and suddenness of their travel, along with the sheer extravagance of the establishments they hit up, provided a pace so frantic that neither Aerith or Robin were able to fully question how Rob was capable of doing this, taking them from a steakhouse in Raleigh to an absinthe bar in Paris to then sample the finest seafood in California, blinking across the globe instantaneously. The food and drink they consumed proved so ritzy and delicious that this little tour could drown Versailles in the sheer decadence of it all.

And, of course, Rob couldn't be hitting up all of these fancy restaurants with Aerith and Robin dressed in everyday attire, no. They deserved to look as glamorous and stunning as their friends, so he was quick to whip up beautiful and sexy dresses for the two before they headed off. With a snap of his fingers, Aerith's modest pink dress became a lovely red gown with a large, ruffled train, cut dangerously low at both the chest and front of the skirt, as to show off her handsome, pert bust and long, slender legs. And Nico Robin was dressed in something that was beyond dangerous and daring - a backless black dress which conformed the erotic curves of her waspish waist and massive ass, held in place with tight golden chains, perfect for highlighting her dark, mysterious features.

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It was now well past midnight, as the fivesome appeared once again in the back of the roomy town car, back in Port Reyes, once more jetting off to parts unknown. In the interim, the car's mini-bar was put to liberal use, even if everyone present had already drunk more than enough through the evening. Aerith was having trouble staying seated upright, agog that Rob, Tifa, and Nami seemed otherwise unaffected by the copious amount of **** they consumed. Even the normally unflappable Nico Robin was wearing a slight, drunken smile. Still, she found herself unable to refuse the ever-flowing glasses of wine and endless cocktails Tifa kept serving her, even if her stomach felt bloated to the **** and her bladder felt as if it were going to burst.

"I don't... I don't..." Aerith slurred, head spinning, after several rounds of tequila shots. To her, it felt like the car was swaying like a boat in the middle of a monstrous swell. "How's he doing this? The clothing and the teleporting and the drink...?"

Robin shut her eyes and moaned, finding some pleasure in the drink or the rocking motions of the vehicle or her skimpy dress. "I don't know. Something isn't right here..." Shaking her head, Robin was still smiling through it all, her eyes appearing glassy and unfocused. "But, Nami is right, I'm having a lot of fun..."

"And this is just the tip of the iceberg, girls!" Said orange-haired vixen quickly joined in, flying into the space between Aerith and Robin, cushy posterior coming to rest on the sumptuous leather seats. She held two wine glasses and quickly pushed one into Robin's hands. "The best part of being Rob's **** - besides his cock - is how fucking rich he is! I don't think there's a bottom to his money vault! We can buy anything and everything we want and more!" Then, as Robin took a tiny, polite sip of the wine, Nami put her index finger on the base of the glass, pushing it back and forcing Robin to gulp it all down breathlessly.

Before she could protest her friend's action, Robin and everyone else were surprised by a sharp turn the car took, the **** women thrown every which way. Robin ended up on her back, stretched out across the seats, with Nami laying atop her, while Aerith was thrown face-first into Tifa's massive rack.

"Na-Nami!" Robin called in surprise, finally at a loss for words. Despite the car coming to a slow stop, Nami hadn't moved from atop her friend, their heavy breasts pressing together once more, Nami's greedy hands exploring Robin's body. "Why are you doing this? Why all the drinks tonight?"

Nami replied with a sultry cat smile. "Because I want to get you drunk and sloppy and horny so we can have a threesome with Robbie!"

Intentions made clear, all Robin could do was stare in shock and blush heavily, and not just from the ****. Still, she neither protest or panicked, unlike Aerith whom, after realized where she was (after nearly a minute, mind) scrambled to get out of the deep, soft valley of Tifa's tits, trying to find a handhold and indeed finding one... in the form of Rob's crotch and his rock-hard erection. A red-hot mess now, the spooked Aerith skittered away to the opposite end of the car, clenching her thighs and trying to deny the heat building in between her thighs.

Aerith almost jumped when the partition between back and front of the car rolled down, Lara announcing, "Master, we have arrived."

"Excellent." Rob clapped his hands to summon attention on him. "Ladies, we've arrived at our final destination for the evening." Despite his size and how much he had drank tonight, Rob nimbly climbed over the seats and opened the door, once again holding it open for the four women.

Nami and Tifa both gamely and nimbly exited as well, leaving Aerith and Robin to drunkenly stumble to their feet and climb out. Aerith was actually thankful Rob was waiting by the door, offering her an arm to steady herself, while Robin was so grateful she out and out kissed him!

"Pardon, Mr. Daily, I-I don't know what came over me there..." Robin apologized after the incident.

"No need to apologize, Robin. I'll never be upset with a kiss from a beautiful woman." Rob replied, gazing into Robin's cloudy eyes. Robin was breathing heavily, as if exiting from the car were equivalent to climbing a mountain. Paralyzed, Rob was all too quick to pull her in for another kiss, this time full on the lips. Robin gasped in surprise, before surrendering to Rob's seductions.

Both Tifa and especially Nami cheered Rob on as he scored, while Aerith turned away lest she be further tempted. Trying to find anything else to focus on, she saw the blaring neon sign of the building they were outside. Some gaudy club called "Barely Legal" that promised "live sex shows" and "beautiful women". Aerith shuddered, as she feared what was about to come.

Despite it being close to one in the morning, the line to get into Barely Legal was as long as the place was sleazy. However, Rob did not lead his party to the line, but instead around the back of the building to a secure steel door, with a digital lock and card-reader mounted into the wall. He produced some manner of card, scanned it, and opened the thick, heavy door with, once more applying a chivalrous air, as he invited his guests inside.

Aerith gawked as both Nami and Robin strode inside. She caught Tifa by the arm and whispered to her, "What is this place?"

"A club that Master owns." Tifa answered with a casual smile. "It's a place he gets to show off all of his young sluts to the public. It's been very popular since it opened. Trust me, you're gonna love it here."

Despite her friend's assurances, Aerith very quickly found she didn't "love" the club. It was loud, dark, and cramped, full of **** club-goers. And the women working the club! Well, first of all, Aerith found herself unable to tear her eyes away from them whenever she saw them waltz across the floor, dancing on stages and poles, and doing... certain acts with paying customers. But regardless of their open lewdness, she was stunned to see them all so beautiful and all so young! Not a single one of them could be older than twenty. And they seemed all too happy to sell their bodies, all apparently on orders of Rob Daily.

Speaking of, Rob led them through the crowded club floor, but they did not end up stopping at the bar, at any booth or table, or beneath any of the stages. Nor did they scale the stairways to the balcony level. Instead, Rob had them march well across the whole of the club to another set of locked doors. His keycard opened these as well, and the group ascended through the backrooms via stairwell, leading to a hidden loft high above the club floor.

It was almost a pleasant space, delightfully quiet compared to the noisy din of the club itself. Then, as they were seated at a semi-circular leather couch, Aerith noticed the wall of monitors nearby, obviously connected to a battery of security cameras and broadcasting the debaucherous events on the ground floor. Aerith felt her stomach drop when she saw reams of young women grinding, dancing, sucking, and fucking, but she also felt that heat in between her thighs flare up again. She practically collapsed into the leather couch, she felt lightheaded and weak in the knees.

An awkward air settled in the room, with Tifa and Nami once more cuddling with Rob while both Aerith and Robin seemed uncertain about all of this. Aerith was sitting on the very edge of the couch, reading to spring to a standing position at a moment's notice, while she saw the normally calm and collected Nico Robin flighty and twitchy, as if she was struggling to decide to move closer to Rob or keep her distance.

Her body taught and her nerves frayed, Aerith practically jumped out of her skin when the doors to the loft opened, three young women approaching the couch, all dressed in skimpy, frilly maid uniforms (she had noticed that all of the girls working the club wore similar uniforms; must be the theme of the night). They all looked distinctly Asian, even though one of them had pink skin and pink hair; one hand long, distended earlobes; and the third had a broad, flat frog-like (but still oddly cute) face.

"Master!" Like Nami and Tifa, these three young women seemed utterly enamoured with Rob, rushing over to him and joining in on the cuddle pile. Rob took the time to kiss each of the three young ladies and Aerith watched it all, unerringly. She licked her lips. She suddenly felt like another drink, despite how bloated she felt.

"Tsu, Mina, Kyoka, wonderful to see you as always." Rob greeted the trio of working girls with more smiles and more kisses. "You of course know Nami and Tifa here. Well, these are their friends and we've just enjoyed a lovely night on the town. So how about you hustle your cute little butts to the bar and get us some drinks, huh?"

"Yes, sir, anything for you, Master!" Mina, the all pink girl, cheered for their group. The three girls soon departed, but not before presenting their asses to Rob and earning a stiff spank to send them on their way.

When the three had left, Robin worked up the courage to speak, asking, "Those three women... they are your-"

"More of my slaves, yes." Rob interrupted with an altogether slimy, smug grin, craning his neck to look at Robin, then to Aerith. "Specifically, I'm a teacher and they're my students. I teach young women like them how to be hot sluts and obedient slavegirls. Makes for a very efficient way to add girls to my harem.

The night had been such a blur that Aerith had grown numb to Rob's perverted confessions. She hardly balked at his latest utterance. Still, she managed the wherewithal to speak her mind, at the very least.

"Who are you?" She asked, shocked into dizziness by how slurred her voice felt. "Who are you, seriously? The money, the teleporting, the women, the slaves - you're not normal! This is all weird! I feel...ugh... very weird..."

"That's okay, Aerith. I think we all go through that before Master finally breaks us."

Without warning, Tifa pounced, launching herself across the couch and landing atop Aerith. Her mind completely scattered at the moment, Aerith was unable to argue or resist the much stronger woman. Especially when she felt Tifa's heavy, soft breasts press down upon her, feeling her erect nipples rub against her own chest through the fabric of her dress.

Smiling at her beatifically and beautifully, Tifa leaned in closer to Aerith, still speaking even though Aerith's own heartbeat almost drowned her out. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this..."

And then they kissed. Not a loving, friendly peck. Not a soft, gentle kiss. This was hot, wet, sloppy, drunken, hormone-addled tongue-fucking kissing. Feeling her brain short out from the suddenness of it all and the fact that it was Tifa of all people, Aerith could only moan and melt, helpless beneath Tifa grasp, her strong arms, and her massive tits. Smothered, really. She was being smothered by Tifa's strength and beauty and Rob's weird, toxic, infectious charisma. Vaguely, she was aware of the three slutty waitresses returning with a tray of alcoholic drinks, of Rob unzipping his pants and whipping out his cock, and of Nami and Robin making out in a similar manner, but those were all distant blips in her mind.

Unfortunately, when your mind succumbed to the pressures of **** and lust and time began to dilate, sometimes that meant the good things went by in a blink. Without warning, Aerith found herself sitting on the ground, back to the couch, still feeling Tifa's tongue sliding across her mouth, her entire body heaving and shuddering from the sensation. Upon the couch, she could see that Nico Robin had finally broken down and was openly masturbating, legs splayed and possessing multiple arms, all of which were spreading and rubbing her pretty pink pussy. Huh. Aerith must have been more drunk than she thought.

Then, behind her, she realized that Nami and Tifa too had abandoned all pretense and restraint, having pulled down their dresses and were using their massive tits to smother Rob's cock. And, oh boy, how big and thick and powerful it must be for it to still be visible when it was in the middle of those mountains of titflesh. Nami and Tifa were both panting madly, a derange looked in their eyes, as they squeezed and rubbed and groped, as if they were barely holding it together without constant contact with Rob's cock.

Feeling oddly serene and blaming that once more on the booze, Aerith rose to wobbly feet, eyes locked on Rob's double titfuck. Not for the first time tonight, she was all too aware she had a "normal" bust size but was standing amongst abnormal titty monsters. Rubbing her chest, Aerith quickly downed another drink and marshalled her courage.

"You know what?" She called out, swaying on her feet, in a bid to draw Rob's attention. "I have something to say to you!" She pointed an accusatory finger to him and the strange, handsome mane just leaned back on the couch and waited for her to continue. Aerith smirked, words storming at the forefront of her mind.

You're a creep! You're a pervert! How dare you treat women like this! You've done something to Tifa and I won't forgive you! I'm going to kick you ass! I'm gonna crush your balls you fucker! I'm... I'm... I'm-

"All night you've been teasing me and taunting me, eyefucking me and seducing me, but when it finally comes to whip out your cock, you don't even ask me?" Aerith ranted, indignant, drooling, hungry. Hands working with shocking speed, she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She spread her arms nice and wide, letting her new Master get a look at her body. "What's the matter, big boy? You're not man enough for me?"

Rob's response was to suddenly orgasm, spraying an eruption of semen all over Nami and Tifa, overjoyed to have been rewarded like that. They were then quickly dismissed, as Rob now had only eyes for Aerith. Once more, she must have been imaging things, because she thought she saw his cock grow in length and in girth.

"Ladies, it's time for the real fun to begin..."