SAMANTHA
With shame, I knelt on the floor, sucking, using my lips against the tip of the dildo.
I knelt on the cold floor with the other women. My grey dress was modest compared to their lace and silk, but I still felt exposed.
My heart was pounding.
I never thought there would be a time when I would have to do this to please a man. To kneel. To perform. To pretend that sucking dick in public was something seductive. So, I've been reduced from a future Luna to this. A dick-sucking slave.
"Just get through it," I told myself.
I lifted the dildo to my mouth. The mint taste coated my tongue. I moved the lips up and down. Back and forth. And I sucked some of the balls.
Daisy's voice cut through the haze. "Prince Jayce, Finnian, and Darlington. Welcome. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
The room shifted.
All the girls who had been brushing diligently suddenly became shy. They straightened their backs, tucked their hair behind their ears and pushed out their chests. Sluts!
