Page 133 of Morally Corrupt
The woman is on her back, her head directly under the young woman and licking her, while the man fucks her.
As I look around, I realize that most of the other people on the floor are now engaging in an orgy.
"We should have seen that coming," Bianca adds drily, and I can only nod as I take in the debauchery before my eyes.
Bianca's hand is suddenly on my thigh, and she nods towards the other VIP boxes, where people are in all kinds of positions, doing the same thing.
But what she's pointing at is so disgusting, I nearly gag. One man has a young boy in a collar and leash and orders him around. The boy can't be more than ten. I can't watch as I see him lower himself on his knees in front of the man.
Bianca can't either, and I hear an almost sob coming from her lips. I turn to look at her, and her face is ashen, her eyes wide and practically brimming with tears.
"What the fuck is this?" she whispers. The more I look around, the more people I see engaging in fucked up and unnatural acts.
The waiter comes and brings our champagne. We both try to collect ourselves while he's here. He pours the liquid in two glasses and suddenly gives us a pointed look.
"You're not participating?" My mouth almost drops open as I realize the implication.
Wehaveto participate.
Bianca is quick to react, and she gives him a dazzling smile, her hand roaming on my chest.
"We were waiting for the champagne. Everyone has their kinks, right?" She winks at him, taking a sip from the glass and turning to kiss me.
I part my lips, and she transfers some of the champagne in my mouth. We continue kissing, and I think the waiter's convinced because he takes his leave. She leans back and looks at me.
"I don't know how we're going to do this," I admit. Just knowing what's surrounding us… it's almost too much.
"We have to give them something. They're watching." Bianca slightly nods to the floor, where I see the presenter behind the stage with the waiter whispering something in his ear.
"We can pretend, right?" I ask her, trying to convince myself more than anything. I'm sick to my stomach just thinking about whatkidsare doing in this place.
"I think this is a test," she whispers. And I have to agree. You have to be a certain kind of depraved to engage in an orgy that has children around.
Bianca's hand squeezes mine before standing and tugging her dress over her head.
Shit…
* * *
She drops it on the floor and now stands only in her lacy bra and fishnets. She gives me a sad smile before climbing in my lap, one leg on each side.
My hand goes to her back, and I hold her close.
"It's okay," she whispers, her mouth seeking my throat. At the exact same time, I look ahead and see at least a few people focused on our box. I guess there's no way out of this if we want to keep our cover.
"Don't take anything else off," I tell Bianca, as my hand goes up and down her spine in a stroking manner. "I don't want them to see you."
My other hand finds her jaw, tipping it so that my mouth can fit over hers. I brush my mouth over hers once… twice… and she giggles.
"Your fake beard tickles."
"Are you serious?" A smile plays at my lips, and I'm starting to forget my surroundings.
"I think I know what I'd like to try…" she whispers with a mischievous smile on her face, and I know exactly what she's hinting at.
In no time, I switch our roles so that she's now seated on the padded bench, and I'm on the floor on my knees. I spread her legs and kiss from her ankle towards her inner thigh. Her quick intake of breath tells me I'm heading in the right direction.
I sneak a glance up, and I see her head's already fallen back, her mouth half-open. Finding her center, I rip the fishnets, as I always do, shoving her panties to the side. Looking to draw this moment out, I nuzzle my face between her lips, inhaling her scent.