Tongues of Glory

Biff turned back to the audience. "Okay," he said. "Let's get back to business! Since our girls showed so much enthusiasm, and it was such a big hit with the fans, our next event will be orally based once again, particularly since our initial oral event was somewhat skewed. It will be slightly expanded this time, however." The stage whirred and shifted once more. Nancy was still visible as she now sucked the second stud's cock, but she was further back. Next to the blowjob chambers but closer to the front of the stage were more transparent chambers. There were four sets of chambers approaching the front of the stage. Each set consisted of three round chambers pressed together, although one had to pass through a door to get from one chamber to the next. The first and last chamber of each set had a beefcake inside, while the middle chamber of each had one of the female "nurses" inside.

"Okay, here's how it works," said Biff. "The studs and cuties inside those chambers are wired to the computer. Now, an orgasm creates a specific electronic signature. The four of you will have your wrists handcuffed behind your back to ensure that you use only your mouths to make them orgasm. As soon as it registers that the stud or cutie is having an orgasm, that will trigger the door to open in 20 seconds. You must swallow the ejaculate before you can enter the next section. Not swallowing will result in a severe time penalty. The final section, of course, doesn't have a door to be triggered, but the studs are still wired. When the final stud orgasms, the computer registers the time. The first one who brings all three people in their chamber to orgasm with their mouth wins the round!"

"Fuck!" said Chrissie, and, for once, I agreed with her. "This is bullshit!" she said.

Biff's smile grew strained, and suddenly the camera switched off. A voice from the control booth informed Biff he had sixty seconds. Biff looked at Chrissie.

"I understand your frustration, Christine, alright? However, you need to watch your language. This is a family show," said Biff. "Also, remember you are here by court order. If you refuse to perform in an event, it's like not showing up for court or not reporting for your probation check-in. In other words, you are then technically a fugitive, and we are completely within our rights to simply drag you to the bimbo throne and fry your brains. So, cooperate or not, it's up to you, but now you know what will happen if you don't. Christine- and the rest of you- do we understand each other?"

Christine and the rest of us nodded, our eyes wide. Hearing the flamboyant Biff speak so tough was disconcerting.

Biff nodded. "Good," he said. Then he thumbed his phone. "Alright, ready on stage," he said.

"Three and two and...go!"