Old Event | Middleman | BYOA
[ Event post]
Normally she would never have accepted to be on the receiving end of a gangbang. But with a formal Hotel promise, as formal as it could be, that if she lasted through the entire waiting line she would be sent home, no questions asked, she had felt her resolve crumble.
It explained why she was on hands and knees on a mat, her black markings already smeared with white semen. The edges of her markings were slowly heading from their A-OK green toward danger red as she steeled herself for the next one. Only a few more, certainly, and she could go home, finally.
[ooc: You're next in line! How will you go about it? Keep in mind you're nowhere near first in line. Prefs in her journal.]
Normally she would never have accepted to be on the receiving end of a gangbang. But with a formal Hotel promise, as formal as it could be, that if she lasted through the entire waiting line she would be sent home, no questions asked, she had felt her resolve crumble.
It explained why she was on hands and knees on a mat, her black markings already smeared with white semen. The edges of her markings were slowly heading from their A-OK green toward danger red as she steeled herself for the next one. Only a few more, certainly, and she could go home, finally.
[ooc: You're next in line! How will you go about it? Keep in mind you're nowhere near first in line. Prefs in her journal.]