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The MC got back up on stage. "That was quite the performance, wasn't it ladies. I doubt there's a dry cunt in the place," garnering a loud bout of laughter. "Has everyone submitted their bids yet."

I saw a couple more people quickly writing down a bid and waving their papers in the air for them to be collected. A couple of the waitresses collected everyone's bid and brought them to the side where they were going through them, picking out the highest bidder.

Finally, the winning bid was brought up to the MC. "Your attention, please. The winning bid is for $500. Will Ms. Jean Fitzgerald come up to the stage." I'd heard the name before, in the society pages, but she wasn't giving away anything by being here. She was an avowed lesbian.

An elderly woman, between fifty and sixty walked confidently up to the stage, not at all ashamed I was going to make her cum in front of everyone. She was dressed in a beautiful blue suit and dress combo, reeking of designer labels. A chair was brought up and she sat down, waiting, calm and relaxed, for me to start.

Katrina whispered in my ear while pinching my nipple. "She paid a lot of money for your services, you whore, so you better treat her right. Address her as Mistress. If I feel you're slacking, I will whip your ass red, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I whimpered. She released my nipple and fastened my hands behind my back so I didn't have use of them. Katrina helped me kneel down in front of the chair. My ass was pointed at the audience of women behind me. Katrina stroked my ass and pussy, playing with them for the audience.

Jean put her hand in my hair, stroking it. "I'd like you to pull down my panties with your teeth," she said.

"Yes, Mistress."

Jean parted her legs slightly and I had to go under her dress and grasp the band of her lacy blue panties in my teeth and tug, moving from side to side, struggling to get them down. She let me work at them awhile before she lifted her hips slightly to allow me to get them down to her knees. With them at her knees, keeping her legs together, I couldn't get my head far enough up her dress to lick her cunt, so I tugged them lower with my teeth until they fell to her ankles. With her panties all the way down, I could move my head up between her legs to her trimmed cunt. I started licking and her legs went wider.

Her hands continued stroking my head, encouraging my devotion to her pussy.

"Mmm," she moaned. "You're better at this than I expected. Are you sure I'm only the fifth cunt you've licked?"

I nodded, not want to incur Katrina's wrath and earn a whipping to my bare ass. I lapped more firmly, shoving my tongue up her hole to swirl around her sheath before moving up to play with her hard clit. She was easiest the oldest woman who's cunt I'd licked to the best of my knowledge, but perhaps the tastiest as well, though she was more pungent than others. I kept moving from her clit, down her slit, tonguing the hole, and back up her slit. I was unable to use my hands in any way to help me make her cum, only my mouth and tongue, so I did all I could with those to pleasure her.

"You're going to make me cum, dear," she murmured, hands caressing my head. "You're doing marvelously. I need to warn you, I'm a squirter."

A squirter? I'd heard the term before, but had no idea what it meant. The meaning became immediately clear when she moaned and flooded me with clear fluid, squirting out like pee all over my face and tongue. Any desire I had to immediately back away from her negated by her hands twined in my hair and clutching my face to her cunt. At first, I thought it was pee, that she was peeing all over my face, but it didn't smell or taste anything like I expected urine to be like. It tasted like her; like her cunt had tasted while I licked her. I was awash with the stuff, all over my face and my upper chest, dripping off my nipples.

The MC announced, "We have a squirter, ladies. Ms. Fitzgerald, you sly devil. You drenched poor Bambi. Stand up Bambi, and show our audience how wet you are."

Katrina helped me to my feet and I stood there with Jean's pussy liquid all over me. All the ladies stood and cheered. I stood, emotionally numb, not moving, not acknowledging anything. While I stood there, Katrina fastened the leash to my collar, then Adelaide's. She handed her leash to the MC who led Adelaide around to the various tables. Occasionally, someone at the table would hand the MC some money and Adelaide would crawl under the table and service the payer, coming back out from under the table with a fresh coating of girl cum on her face.

Handing me a towel, Katrina told me to wipe myself so I wouldn't get any cum on anyone's clothes. I cleaned Jean's cum off while Katrina told me I'd be doing the same thing as Adelaide. "I will lead you to a table. You will tell everyone you're sorry for you lack of skill, but you'll lick them to orgasm with a contribution of $50 dollars to the LGBT Foundation. If they pay, you'll get under the table and satisfy the payer to orgasm."

I didn't respond immediately and the whip snapped against my backside. "Yes, Mistress," I mumbled. We started closer to the stage and working our way to the back. At each table, I would apologize for my inexperience but offer them my services for a $50 donation. Most of the time, I looked down at the ground as I spoke, unable to look all of these women in the face despite the mask covering mine. When the money changed hands, I'd get under the table and using my fingers, mouth and tongue, bring the donator to an orgasm.

Not everyone paid for my services, perhaps not willing to cum in front of others, but there was usually at least one at a table who would pay for me to pleasure them. Most accepted their pleasure silently, others were nearly as loud as I was when they climaxed. I quickly got better and better, the more cunts I licked. Like anything else, practice improved performance. I was quickly wearing a mask of cum, having made at least twelve women orgasm on my tongue. My jaw, lips and tongue were becoming paralyzed from use. We were reaching the back of the room and getting close to when I'd have to leave in order to beat Tanner home.

At the last table in the back, I stood, head lowered, and offered my services. Fifty dollars changed hands and I got on my hands and knees under the table and pleasured another woman, thick with pubic hair. Her hair trapped her scent and I could tell she'd been excited by the show. She was fairly loud when she climaxed.

"We need to leave shortly," Katrina said. "Anyone else want to donate to the cause and receive a nice orgasm in return?"

"I'll take one," a voice said, somewhat familiar to me, and another pair of legs parted under the table and I moved between them. She was shaved smooth, and sleek, and smelled lightly of perfume and her sex. Well aroused, if the wetness my tongue encountered when I licked up her slit was any indication. She moaned as I performed my services on her, holding my head between her legs and up against her cunt. As hard as I worked on her, she was a long time in cumming and I wondered if she was trying to resist her pleasure, to stretch it out longer. Finally, I prevailed and she inundated my lips with a fresh spate of her girl cum.

"Anyone else?" Katrina asked. No response.

"You may get out from under the table, Bambi. We're done here."

I clambered out from under the table as the last voice said, "That's not the name I know her by."

I looked across the table and stared into the eyes of my friend, Maria. I gasped and ran from the room, embarrassed beyond belief one of my friends had witnessed my shame and degradation. I almost ran from the club, suddenly realizing I was still naked and going back to the dressing room, grabbing my clothes. I put them on as fast as I could, not pausing when Katrina came into the room, brandishing her whip.

She threatened me with it, saying, "We still have another half hour before we can leave."

"Put that whip away before I shove it so far up your ass it will tickle your tonsils."

Katrina carefully set the whip down, not willing to test my resolve. "What's the matter?" She asked. "I can tell you're upset about something."

"I'm not supposed to do this in public where people know me. I'm not supposed to fuck people me or my husband know. I just licked the cunt of one of my best friends. Oliver told me no one I knew was going to be here. To be safe, I wear the mask to protect my identity. She knows who I am. I know her too well for her to be fooled by this stupid mask. You heard her. 'That's not the name I know her by.' If my husband finds out. I'm going to kill Oliver by shooting his cock and balls off. You tell that asshole that."

I finished dressing while Katrina called Oliver. She explained what happened and handed the phone to me after she finished with her report.

"Did you hear what I'm going to do to you if my husband, parents or other friends hear what happened today? I swear you'll rue the fucking day you were born if this gets out."

"I'm sorry, truly sorry," Oliver said.

"Not nearly as sorry as you're going to be," I fumed.

"Which friend was it?"

"Maria Santorini."

Oliver was silent for a few moments. "Her name isn't on the guest list," he said. "I don't know how she got in."

"Does everyone who sign up have to give the name of a guest they've invited, or do they just indicate a plus one?"

Oliver was silent. "Plus one," he mumbled. "Fuck, I'm sorry, Brooke. I didn't think."

"I'll be right over to plug you between the eyes and you won't have to worry about thinking anymore. Don't worry. It will be a murder/suicide so I don't have to take the shit flowing my way."

"Can't you talk to her? She won't necessarily tell anyone, especially if her friend asks her not to."

"You better pray you're right, you bastard."

"Talk to her now. Do it quickly before she thinks to say something to anyone else."

I hung up, still so mad my head was steaming. Katrina didn't say another word. Adelaide wandered in carrying the end of her own leash, wondering what happened. Katrina shook her head when she opened up her mouth to ask and Adelaide kept her question to herself.

I called up Maria.

"I can't say I'm surprised to hear from you, Brooke."

"Please, Maria. I need to ask a favor of you. Please don't speak to anyone about what happened today until I get a chance to explain myself."

"I'll be interested in hearing the explanation," Maria said. "When do you want to get together?"

"Are you doing anything this evening?" I asked.

"Not now. I'm too intrigued by the story of the ice queen taking on a room full of lesbians."

"May I come to your place? I can't discuss any of this in front of Tanner."

"I would think not," Maria said. "What should I wear? Can I expect a repeat of your performance this afternoon?"

"Please, I'd prefer not."

"Okay. When should I expect you?"

"Would seven be okay?"

"Fine by me."

"Thank you, Maria. I'll see you then."

I breathed a sigh of relief when I hung up. Shit! What else could go wrong? Would Maria expect me to become her sometime lover in return for her silence. I couldn't believe I'd licked her cunt. I washed off my face as best as I could, but I'd need to take a shower before going to Maria's. I'd also need to talk to Tanner and tell him I was meeting with one of my girlfriends. I was a nervous wreck when I walked through her door at seven that evening.