Volume 15: Maximum Exposure
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"Everyone who is anyone is here," Mom said delightedly, "I didn't invite half of these people, and I'd never have been able to get most of them to one of my parties ordinarily." Mom had performed wonders to get the celebrities and the rich-and-famous, and the bloggers and zine reporters to attend, but the results seemed to exceed even her wildest expectations. The main hall at the Chromium Shaft Club was packed to the rafters, all thanks to her magnificent, miraculous efforts. We were standing in the darkened wings of the nearly circular stage at the centre of the auditorium, looking up at the excited crowd all around us. The staff and greeters - my colleagues and co-workers - were circulating energetically, making sure that drinks and drugs and foodstuffs were being supplied to guests, and that the more portable of the Club's inventory of sex toys and machines were being deployed to best advantage. Speaking in the fashion used to address the PA - no sound, and lips barely moving, I asked the automation if Johnny was nearby in person or if he was remotely observing the activities at the Club. I had not seen him in person in the audience, but there were so many people that I could easily have missed him. The automation whispered in my ear: he was not present, but was indeed following the proceedings at a distance, sitting in the 'Bucks that he used as an office. Madame Maxine stood nearby, with Kitty - as always - waiting at her elbow. Madame nodded to me, then stepped out into the center of the stage, announced by a low-key musical introduction. Stage lights followed her, making her stand out in everyone's attention. The noise level dropped markedly. "Friends," she said, her voice subtly amplified by the automation, "Welcome to our party and indeed welcome to the Chromium Shaft Club." A ripple of polite applause ran around the room. "Let me introduce your host for this evening," she continued, "My dear friend, Brandon O'Reilly." Madame held out her hand and Dragon, dressed in one of his trademark kimonos, stepped out onto the stage. The applause was louder this time, and Maxine bowed out into the shadows leaving the focus entirely on the man. "Thank you all for coming," he began, "As Madame Maxine has already said, welcome to our party - a party to welcome Selene, my long-lost daughter." He gestured and Selene emerged into the limelight, to much louder applause. "Selene has recently been restored to us, from a lifetime's exile, in a place out of our world, a place of peril and death," be said slowly in his deep voice. The room was silent, everyone following Dragon's words. Those who wished to know more could ask for a precis from the automation. This would have been formed from a combination of direct observation - readily available for those things that occurred in our world - and my descriptions and reports, made earlier to Dragon and Mom and Renie, of exactly what happened inside the Eden Commune. "She was rescued from her peril by none other than my other Daughter, Tania." he continued, gesturing for me to join him. I stepped onto the stage to louder and more prolonged applause. Selene and I stood together, holding hands, turning to face different parts of the auditorium. Selene was smiling widely, tears in her eyes, and I am sure my own eyes were just a little moist. Clearly, many of those attending had accessed some description of recent events. The applause went on and on. Finally, Dragon held up his hands and the clapping diminished. "So, as a celebration, Selene and Tania wish to enjoy with you a good old-fashioned gang-bang," he concluded, "Please, my dear friends and honored guests, I hope as many of you as possible will join in the fun here on-stage and help us to properly welcome my daughter to our world." This announcement was met with a roar of approval, and an eruption of movement as the more enthusiastic guests started to make their way down to stage level. Meanwhile, more lights appeared on the stage, illuminating two raised and padded daises. Moving in synchronization, Selene and I slipped out of the shiny, shimmery, dresses we had been wearing, leaving them as heaps of brightly-colored material on the floor and us entirely naked. We held each other's hands, then embraced, kissing and pressing our breasts together. Then we separated, moving to our individual platforms and reclining gracefully on them. "So," Selene cried, "Who will it be? Who will be the first to welcome me properly?" Renie scampered over, tearing off the short pleated skirt she wore - her breasts were already uncovered and bouncing extravagantly. Selene took her cock in one hand, guiding it to her mouth. Renie was joined almost immediately by Steve, first bending to lick Selene’s pussy before standing, lifting and separating her legs with both hands and driving his hard member inside her. Soon, nearly everyone was waiting to enjoy Selene or myself. I was understandably rather distracted by the attention I was getting - it was ages since I had had so many people come inside me and over me in such a short period. As far as I could see, Selene was fucking all-comers with abandon, sucking first this dick and then that one, fingering this anus and that pussy, all while her own lower openings were penetrated by cock and tongue and finger interchangeably. She was surrounded, as I was, by many others - men and women and other Kinds - all masturbating furiously, the men and shemales more often than not coming over our breasts and our faces. I felt sure it was only a matter of time before the Reverend and his cronies arrived. Sure enough, it was less than twenty minutes after the introduction - barely enough time for a couple of orgasms - their party arrived. They walked out of the darkness and stepped directly onto the edge of the stage unhindered, Madame Maxine having given instructions for the automation to allow anyone to attend the occasion. Their heavy black clothing was in stark contrast to the near-nakedness to practically everyone else in the room. I recognized two of the men that accompanied him - and they were all men - from my visit to the commune. They made no attempt to approach or intercept Selene, or anyone else for that matter, obviously aware of the capability of the automation to police the situation. Indeed, they seemed to want to keep as far away as possible, as if they did not want to be too close - or, at least, they wanted to be seen not to be wanting to get too close. "Sister Selene," he orated, "I have come for you, to take you away from this den of vice and inequity." Selene rolled off her dais, looking suddenly shocked and embarrassed, while the men and women who had been enjoying the delights of her body stepped aside politely. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide and blinking aside the cum on her face. She looked uncertain, lost, suddenly once again a slave to her upbringing. "No," I shouted, my voice reverberating around the room, "You belong here." "Yes, stay with us!" a voice sounded from the crowd nearby. I could not be sure, but I suspected it was Steve. Others shouted out, at first sporadically, but the room soon erupted into a noisy buzz which then dissolved into a chant. "Stay! Stay!" the crowd bayed in encouragement. The Reverend looked utterly furious, and his cohort seemed confused and discomforted, whether by the noisy crowd or by the display of wanton nakedness I could not tell. "You will come with us!" The Reverend bellowed, his face red and his eyes bulging, "You have sinned, transgressed, but you can still be saved." "You are always welcome here," I countered, in a gentle tone that nevertheless carried to everyone's ears, "You have done nothing wrong." The chanting from the audience in the Club grew to a noisy crescendo. Selene drew herself up straight and turned again to face the Reverend, a wry smile growing on her face. "No, thank you all the same," she said calmly, quietly, although her voice too was carried to the far reaches of the chamber, "I will stay here, with my friends. This is where I belong." The noise and cheering from the crowd grew louder still. I rushed to Selene, still standing proudly in the centre of the stage, pressed myself against her - the cum decorating her breasts lubricating my nipples excitingly - and gave her a deep passionate kiss. This caused at least one man who was waiting nearby, stroking his erection in readiness to fuck the famous sisters, to come immediately, ejaculating hard in an impressive spurt that splattered on the naked thighs of two men who stood in front of him, hand in hand, awaiting their turn. The Reverend glared hatefully at Selene, took in the rest of the room with one sweep of his head, then turned on his heel and stalked out. He was followed closely by his associates, now huddled together sheepishly as if for protection from the howling mob.
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