I tear my eyes from the application and return to the front desk. "Excuse me," I say. "There's a misunderstanding. I'm not here for this... I'm...." I pull out the brochure and point to my jockstrap-clad son. "I'm his mother."
The receptionist's eyes grew wide. She said, "Oh, Danny! He's SO good!"
The way she said that made me wonder if she was just referring to his acting skills.
"He's in Studio C. Take this pass; you can go straight there."
I hadn't planned on seeing Danny here, but maybe I did just need to confront him and have it out. took the pass and walked down the hallway, trying to figure out what I would say when I saw him.
I walked through the door of Studio C and was immediately assaulted by loud music and clinding lights. If it weren't for the cameras, I would have thought I'd walked into a fashionable masquerade party. Men and women in masks were dancing and having a great time.
Despite his mask, I instantly recognized Danny. He was dressed in a white button-up shirt and black slacks. His Zorro mask could not hide his features from me, since I had watched him grow up.
Like the two other men in the room, he was dancing with two shapely women. I say"dancing" but what they really were doing was rubbing their bodies against each other. I watched with a mixture of fascination and horror as Danny took turns groping each woman. His hands were all over their breasts, their thighs, and grabbing them by the ass.
The women were by no means passive, either. I watched, amazed, as four hands simultaneously rubbed my boy's crotch.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning, I saw a member of the crew hand me a mask and say, "It's almost time." I tried to tell him I was there to talk to Danny, but between the loud music and the attention he was paying to wo other women, he didn't seem to hear me.
Another crew member took the mask out of my hands and put it on me, covering the upper half of my face. Before I could protest, he pushed me out on the dancefloor with the other two women, and before I knew what was happening, one of the young male dancers grabbed me and pulled me tightly against his body. Soon I was surrounded by him and the two women with whom he had already been dancing. I felt three pairs of hands feeling me up all over.
I glanced across to Danny. He had also gained an additional dance partner. She was standing on a step and gyrating as she ground her breasts into Danny's face. The other women were behind him, engrossed in a deep kiss with each other as their hands continued to rub Danny's crotch.
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