When the elevator doors opened, two things struck Lara: Firstly, the immense size of the club, there were doors and halls everywhere. Second, no one else wore anything resembling a pig mask. The other customers wore classy masquerade-masks.
The little bastard, she thought. She just saw the doors shut as she turned around to go back up. There was no button on the wall. The crowd were mostly male, but quite a few women as well. All were nicely dressed. If Lara hadn't known better, she would have believed she was in a particularly exclusive laid back nightclub. The fact that it wasn't, and the realization she was in fact trapped here, gave Lara an almost sickening feeling of perverse excitement coupled with the nervous notion that she may be in over her head.
To the men and women of The Drop, the sight was no less bizarre. Both the members and guests were well used to seeing strange things, but there was something especially peculiar about the woman who had just entered. Such a tightbodied bombshell and such enormous firm tits, elegant clothes... And a bright pink piggymask that made her look absolutely ridicilous. The way she looked uncertainly around made the impression even stranger. But everyone, except for Lara, knew that most things at The Drop happened for a reason. There was always a plan.
Lara took a few nervous steps inside. She realised she was completely out of her element. She heard stifled laughter around her as she ventured further in. The sexually loaded atmosphere made her mind foggy and she could feel her crotch throbbing along with her heartbeat, despite the extreme embarrassment. Everyone's eyes were on her and the stupid mask.
Lara was delighted to see a staircase with toilet signs over it. She walked fast towards and down it. Hurrying to get away from the humiliating gazes that threatened her very sanity.
She ran into the ladies room as fast as she could in her expensive heels, hid inside a cubicle and locked the door. She took the mask off and leaned her back against the wall beside the toilet.
Oh God, she thought. Her mind was racing, she hadn't planned this at all well enough. Why the hell had she let her desperate bodily needs lead her into this place?
OH GOD! She thought as she felt something hard prodding against the silky fabric of her dress from behind.
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