Daphne Tries Out the Booth
"Wait, this is seriously your first ever time at one of Carrie's parties? Oh my god, you have GOT to try the booth!" The leggy blonde with the perky plastic tits bounced to her feet and grabbed Daphne by the wrist, tugging her up and off the couch and through room after crowded room until they wound up somewhere just off the swimming pool and Daphne's friends were left far behind. "Oh my god, like, the booth is just, like, the best! I mean, it's not getting a lot of use tonight, because most of Carrie's guests are, y'know, repeat customers and all, but if this is your first time then you've never been inside and it's gonna, like, totally blow your mind!"
The whole thing felt a bit surreal, certainly strange enough that Daphne kind of realized only after the fact that she'd been led away by a giggly, ditzy stranger she'd only been talking to for about five minutes, but then again getting invited to an actual honest-to-god mansion was pretty weird, too. Daphne kept on thinking someone was going to notice her and ask what the hell that mousy, flat-chested woman with the dull brown hair was doing here, and it felt like such a relief for one of the glamorous and pretty women to take an interest in her that she didn't exactly leap to assert herself. Not even when they went inside what looked like a glorified shower stall and the door closed behind them with a sinister click.
It turned out to have one hugely significant difference from a shower stall, though. One entire wall flickered and glitched, revealing itself to be not tile like the others but an LED screen displaying the image of a wall, and the blonde giggled and clapped as it began to pulse with a whole series of colored lights and patterns. "Now, like, you're gonna, um, find yourself wanting to do things, and that's, like, totally okay because you're going to feel so good when you give in and do them. Like, don't overthink it or anything, in fact you should maybe, um, underthink a little? It's so much fun to underthink, babe. It's so much fun to think less and watch more." There was a weird intensity to the last sentence, like the other woman was giving a command, but Daphne couldn't pay attention to it because the lights were taking up her full concentration.
They were just… fuck, they were so pretty. They were so pretty, and they were making her pussy so wet, and Daphne knew that didn't make a lot of sense but she also knew she needed to get her clothes off right fucking now so she could feel that beautiful radiance against every last inch of her skin. "There you go!" her new best friend chirruped, a breathy hitch in her voice as she undressed right alongside Daphne. "See? It's, like, it doesn't hit quite the same the second or third or, um… more… time around, but it still feels good. And for you, cutie, it's gonna totez fuck up that big smart brain of yours." That sounded faintly ominous, but Daphne couldn't really think about it. She couldn't think about anything with the sexy blonde's fingers going down between Daphne's thighs to rub her pussy.
She tried to speak, but it only came out as garbled whimpers, and she was only barely aware of her own hand reaching between the blonde's thighs to match her rubbing motions. "That's a good girl!" the blonde cooed, her voice filled with encouraging praise, and Daphne felt a resistance she didn't even realize she'd been holding onto simply crumble into nothing. She moaned and mewled, her eyes wide and helpless, and knew that this was going to be only the first of many visits to Carrie's mansion and her very special booth.
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