June blinked hard, as if her vision itself had warped, her hand tightening around the crutch beneath her arm until her knuckles ached.
For a few moments she had been lost in the haze like everyone else, trembling as she watched the torrent of lust consume her shop. But as the spray of fluids settled, the moans slowly dimming into heavy panting and twitching, reality came crashing back into her skull like a hammer.
This was her store. Her store. A lingerie boutique she had nurtured carefully, with effort, grace, and the trust of her staff. And now, now it looked less like a place of satin and lace and more like some writhing den, a sex dungeon improvised out of racks, counters, and the very floorboards themselves.
The walls smelled of sweat and musk, bodies collapsed in heaps, every last surface glistening with sheen. She could hardly breathe at the weight of it.
Her lips trembled, her face burning from the heat of shame and disbelief.
'How did I let it go this far?'
