Which, I suppose, explains my limited wardrobe.Mom doesn't usually rag on me, but she did this time, about the state of my clothes - the ones I was we...ring at that moment, that is."Maybe we should stop by the house and you could change," mom dithered."It's too far to go back now," I pointed out. "Let's just get this over with. You know how I feel about shopping." Well, I don't like it either, dear," mom reminded me. "But you don't have a thing to wear to the dance."She was right, I didn't. But. Most on their feet, all roaring, some of them actively masturbating as they watched the incredible spectacle below that I was a part of. Drone-mounted cameras whizzed as they circled all around me, projecting to monitors huge and small all over the Pleasure Arena, views from every angle of the incredible contest at work. At this particular moment they were capturing the incredible spectacle of a contest nearing its end.I could see myself on the big monitors, and I have to say for myself that I. .. and yet kind of thrilling." You were excited about that?" ask Pam. "I mean you showed your ass and I am sure your pussy to the whole audience." Don't you start getting all prissy on us," chides Abbey. "There was a visible puddle on your chair when we left the bar. Good thing we went right home." I know, but I just didn't think Maggie was into it since she got the brunt of it," answers Pam. "How did that guy taste," she adds in for effect."I can't believe I swallowed that guys cum. I have. He must have been used to that sort of reaction, as he blithelycontinued as though I had been completely welcoming."Oh what a lovely name and how well it goes with that dress, is itsilk?"Before I could reply he had reached over and touched my shoulder."Oh yes, Italian I'd guess, isn't it?"This was going to be a real test for my feminine voice, it really wasn't up to long conversation, fortunately there was not much chance withhim dominating everything, so it was easier to just nod. This was.