Dangerous Desires | 18+

Chapter 19

I walk around the empty changing room, my thoughts consuming me.

Inside my snug-fitting belt, my swollen pussy is flattened against the leather padding.

This is torture. I feel everything.

Yet any time I reach down, my fingers are met with a thick metal barrier.

Outside, I hear the familiar sounds of a busy evening starting, with the couples' chatter and the clacking of a dozen sandals.

I better get on with my costume. Everyone will be dressed to the nines. Let's see.

I look through the options set aside for me: a collection of airy white silks.

I chose out a sexy vestal dress.

This dress showed almost everything. A thin piece of silk covered my nipples and waist.

Okay. Time to face the music.

I step out of the changing room and walk into the club. It is more alive than it has ever been.

"Oh wow" I call out.

There's a sweet smell of incense in the air and a thin mist hanging about, blurring all silhouettes and lights. The decorations have now come to life.

Clusters of thick candles cast flickering lights and twitching shadows of passing men and women cover the walls.

The mingling guests are dressed as ancient noblemen, men in togas and women in colourful airy dresses.

Then, I see my fellow waitresses weaving their way through the throngs of guests, wearing only loincloths instead of uniforms.

And everywhere I look, there is touching.

A guest is stroking a waitress's naked thigh as she's taking his order, which seems to be taking longer and longer.

A male patron is easing a woman's dress off her shoulders, while another explores her breasts from the front.

"Oh fuck yes, give me more" The woman screams.

I gasp as I feel a gentle hand brush over my back and turn around.

"Oh, wow, Luna? The new girl? You look... good" A Bacchante calls out.

A waitress, one of the many whose names I haven't gotten yet, strokes me on the back and looks me over with a coy grin.

My eyes are drawn to her caramel skin and her big tits on full display, while her hand slides lower and lower down my back.

"I'm the headliner of the show, ain't I?" I say.

I stretch myself out, trying to show myself off, but instantly regret it.

The belt fits me so tightly that the feeling of lost pleasure is unbearable.

"Oh, I see fun is forbidden for you today?" The woman asks.

She taps on my chastity belt.