They walked along the corridor with luminous walls, behind the milky whiteness of which naked female bodies squirmed. Sometimes, clinging to the glass, imprinted juicy breasts or ass. Bright lips flashed, stamping kisses on the glass from the other side, from the luminous whiteness, the tongues, cheeks and palms slid across the glass. The boom boom boom of some unfamiliar rhythmic music came from deaf, from somewhere behind the walls, like a distant dance floor.

- They are all the time so? -

Anya did not answer, pushing Natella in the back. The girls stopped at the door, which slid to the side in front of them after a couple of seconds. A narrow deep passage opened into a round room with a round bed in the middle. The walls, like in the corridor, were covered with smooth frosted glass, behind which girls wriggling in an erotic dance hid. In the middle of the bed, now naked, she sat on the face of some dark-haired, slim blonde Albina. She without a latex coating turned out to be white-skinned, moderately muscular, with a flat relief belly and a full chest, which waved to the beat of the hips on the face of the unfortunate. A thin-boned maid with dark curly hair lay beneath her thighs, tangled with coarse barbed rope, like a bundle of firewood. The person hidden by the hips of Albina could not make out. Lilac breasts with apples tied with a rope were squeezed out through the strongly squeezed fingers of a sadist, who desperately crushed them, rubbing her hips on the face of her victim in another attack of orgasm.

- Shoot, bitches! - Albina breathed.

Anya stepped back. The door closed. Ten seconds passed, the door opened again.

Albina, already in a black fitting evening dress to the floor, but with cuts from the waist, in gloves to the elbow, a wide-brimmed hat with an ostrich feather, and a breast that almost fell out of the neckline of the corset, with nipples looking out from behind the edge, left the room , flashing luxurious legs in transparent stockings. Behind her, Nat saw a girl tied upside down to a chrome-plated pole for a striptease. It seemed to her that she had already seen her somewhere, but she did not have time to peer, the door closed.

- Well. - Albina looked at Nata, beating her from all sides - I see, Lena worked well, and you did nothing. She patted Anya on the cheek, straightened her hair, clung to her lips, rubbing her tongue over them and then kissing passionately. - I award you ten days. You can go. And you ... - Alina pressed her finger on the tray, stretching the breasts transferred by the ring peg and forcing Nata to bend down - ... follow me. -

As Albina was dressed and made up in less than 10 seconds, Natella did not dare to ask.

A corridor with guttaperchy girls behind frosted glass led them to a door with a sign on the top - “service entrance”. The door rolled back and hit the ears of the thick rumble of a disco, not yet finally loud, but much more significant than the music that was leaking from behind the glasses with naked dancers. The move led like a kitchen. Here beautiful, but obviously over thirty, apparently experienced cooks, packed in dressing gowns on a naked body, slicing some light snacks and salads were fussing ... There were several girls waitresses packed by the wall, like Natella, with hands tied in leather gloves on the back and trays attached to the nipples. At one of the roaring brown-haired women with broken lips and a rising fingal, the tip of the nipple was torn off under the eye and the tray hung on the same chain.

- Well, what is this disgrace? -

- She dropped a plate on his lap to one of the guests! - A nimble little fat woman in black latex, and in a latex cap with short horns, jumped from somewhere along the side.Behind her lush ass, a springy tail with a tassel dangled. The smoothly shaved crotch glowed with white skin in a specially left hole, and judging by the strained pink slit and the traces of lubricant on the inside of the thighs, it had recently been well torn off. The large breasts beneath the latex looked like giant drops, and the small, sharp, excited nipples pressed through the latex from the inside, as if they wanted to pierce their attire. Above the lush hips, the corset belt squeezed the waist, and small, even smaller than that of Natella, feet were encased in shoes imitating small hooves.

- Hmm! - Albina frowned. - I hope the Lord was far away? -

- He's not there yet, madam! -

- She was lucky. Punish her. Say 10 whips on the nipples, 12 centimeters in front, and minus ten days! And let him train in balance on the “Buzzing Ropes” of two days at least. You'll see how she goes.

- Yes Milady! You, ragged purse, come after me! - Pyshechka with horns dragged a waitress with a torn nipple into one of a row of doors that went out to the kitchen from the same wall. As between the doors could fit those glowing walls with girls inside, Nat did not even think.

They went through the kitchen and were behind the bar, behind which was the hall. It was large, in the shape of a five-pointed star, mostly red and black, in velvet, leather and gold. The two walls of one star's beam were a V-shaped bar of black stone with sparks of gold in depth polished to a mirror shine. The Gothic arches supported by the columns were decorated with live sculptures — busty girls with perfect proportions, stretched into textured latex, and with pretty faces painted in marble. Natella saw them blink, but their eyes were hidden by lenses and also seemed to be marble. Their hair or wigs were dyed and turned into a solid marble cap. It looked scary. The rest of the walls in the hall had niches where there were sofas, tables, chairs for visitors, single chains and doubles hung from the ceiling, with leather hinges like a swing. In the twilight, there were five small illuminated platforms with strip poles, which were located in the inner corners of the star. In the center of a large scaffolding scene.

Following Albina, Nat walked into the hall from behind the bar. Here she saw the first men in this place, and she didn’t like them at all ...

A couple of rotten-toothed guys, who looked altogether drunks, in unbuttoned crumpled tail coats, sprawled on a red leather sofa worth a good car, and laughing and doused with beer, watched two tearful thin girls skittering around their feet, trying to suck them off without getting up after it is not known what time members.

A pumped up swing in an open shirt on his naked body, in socks, pounded in the ass busty busty Khokhlushka, holding the stick twisting the chain that tugged her waist much thinner than would be allowed by nature. Her powerful, natural breasts jumped back and forth, sometimes slapping her face. A huge ring gag gave her face a surprised expression. Blurred mascara black tears accompanied tears.

In the next arched niche, two girls in black latex with horns, like the one that took the guilty waitress, exercised over a redhead crucified on an icy table: pale and frozen. One quilted her with a twig, straight down the small sharp little breasts that were already covered with stripes and droplets of blood, while the second was pouring melted stearin into her vagina, which had turned into a blue melting mound. The ice beneath her body thawed and floated. Behind all this, a dark-haired handsome man was watching, who could not be suspected of such perversions if you met him on the street. Between his legs sat an inconspicuous chubby Asian and diligently licked his eggs. Nata did not understand right away, but when she realized, she shuddered - the Asian had no hands at all. On her shoulders, the plastic painted shoulder pads glittered smoothly, apparently glued to the body, becauseno belts were visible, there was a flat collar around her neck, like Nata's, and a handle was attached to it, apparently so that it was convenient to lift the slave from the floor.

In the middle of the hall stood a girl tall with Nata, on her head was a wooden cube with a lock and small holes. The hands were tied behind the back, the breasts were tightened, and between the legs the arms of two thick dildos stuck deep in it stuck out ...