The Hidden Room in MET
pt. 2
LISA MANOBAN
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pt 1 here
What is the responsibilities of the member of The Host Committee of The Met Gala? What is this Hidden Room in Met??
The shift from playful dancing to outright seduction happened so gradually that I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment, but suddenly everything felt charged with a different kind of energy. The men surrounding me weren't just dancing anymore – they were touching me with deliberate intent, their hands lingering on my waist, sliding down to my hips, occasionally brushing against the curve of my ass as we moved together. And I? I was eating it up, pressing back against their touches shamelessly, grinding my body against whoever was closest with increasingly explicit movements that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. My blazer had long since been abandoned somewhere, leaving me in just my white bra and pants, my skin glistening with sweat under the dim lights as I moved between all ten of them like the shameless slut I was proud to be.
Damson pulled me back against him again, but this time his hands slid from my hips to my stomach, his fingers splaying possessively across my bare skin as he ground his very hard cock against my ass. I could feel exactly how much he wanted me, and instead of being subtle about it, I pushed back harder, rotating my hips in a way that made him groan directly in my ear. ASAP Rocky was in front of me now, his eyes dark with lust as he watched me grinding on Damson, and when I reached out to trail my fingers down his chest, he caught my hand and brought it lower, pressing my palm against his own obvious erection through his pants. The bold move made me gasp and then laugh breathlessly, my pussy absolutely flooding with arousal at the shameless display.
"Fuck, Lisa, you're killing us out here," Lewis Hamilton said from beside me, his hand sliding up my side to brush just under my breast, testing boundaries that I had absolutely no intention of enforcing. I turned my head to look at him, my expression pure mischief and lust, and deliberately pressed my chest forward so his hand made fuller contact.
"Killing you? Baby, I'm just warming up," I purred back, my voice dripping with seduction. The circle of men around me erupted in appreciative groans and laughter, and I felt hands everywhere now – on my waist, my hips, my thighs, my back. Nothing overtly sexual enough to cross lines in this public space, but intimate enough that everyone watching knew exactly what was happening. Bad Bunny moved behind me as Damson shifted to my side, and I immediately pressed my ass back against him, grinding shamelessly as his hands gripped my hips tightly.
"Yo, Lisa, real talk though," Kareem Rahma called out, his voice playful but edged with genuine desire as he danced closer, his hand trailing down my arm. "When are you gonna stop torturing us and head to that Hidden Room? Because I don't know how much longer I can watch you move like this without completely losing my mind."
That question opened the floodgates. Suddenly all ten men were chiming in, their voices overlapping with excitement and barely contained hunger:
"Yeah, Lisa, when? You've been teasing us all night!"
"I've been thinking about fucking you since Anna told us you were chosen."
"Come on, baby, don't make us wait too much longer."
"We're dying here, Lisa. Look at what you're doing to us."
I threw my head back and laughed, the sound genuine and delighted, loving every second of their desperate attention. My hands trailed up my own body slowly, deliberately, running over my stomach and up to cup my breasts through my bra as I continued moving sensually between them. Their eyes tracked every movement like starving men watching food, and the power I felt in that moment was absolutely intoxicating.
"Soon, boys, soon," I teased breathlessly, spinning around to face Bad Bunny and pressing my body flush against his, my arms looping around his neck as I ground against him shamelessly. "You really think I'm gonna rush the best night of my life? I want to savor this – savor all of you desperate and hard and aching for me. Besides, we still have time before everything's set up properly." I punctuated my words by rolling my hips against Bad Bunny's obvious erection, making him curse under his breath, before spinning away to dance against Jeremy Pope, my ass pressing back against his crotch as my hands reached back to grip his thighs.
"You're actually evil," Diplo said with a laugh, though his hand was sliding possessively around my waist from the side. "Beautiful, sexy as fuck, and absolutely evil."
"Evil? Or just giving you something to really look forward to?" I shot back with a wicked grin, reaching out to trail my fingers along Colman Domingo's jaw as he moved closer. "Trust me, when I finally walk into that Hidden Room and you all get to have me however you want – every hole, every position, no limits – you're gonna appreciate that I made you wait. Made you so desperate that you're gonna fuck me like the shameless little slut I am until I can't walk straight for a week."
My explicit words had the desired effect – I heard multiple sharp intakes of breath, felt hands tightening on my body, saw the pure hunger in all their eyes. Adam Badaiwi pulled me against him from behind, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke:
"You promise we can have you however we want? No holding back?"
I turned my head to meet his intense gaze, my smile absolutely filthy with promise. "Baby, I'm gonna be your perfect little fucktoy. Whatever you want, however you want it. That's what I'm here for – to be used and filled and ruined by all of you incredible men. So yeah..." I ground back against him hard, feeling his cock pressing insistently against my ass, "...soon. Very soon. But right now? Right now I'm having too much fun watching you all lose your minds wanting me."
The moment Bad Bunny brought up Tokyo, I felt my cheeks flush with genuine heat – a rare occurrence for someone as shameless as me. The memory came flooding back: March 7th, his Spotify Billion Club concert, the electric energy backstage after his performance, and yes, absolutely, we'd made out like teenagers in one of the dressing rooms.
Multiple times. His hands had been everywhere, and I'd been just as eager, pressed up against the wall while crew members walked past the door completely oblivious. The blush spreading across my face now made all ten men burst into laughter, their teasing energy shifting from purely sexual to something more playful and genuine.
"Oh my GOD, Benito!" I shrieked, using Bad Bunny's real name as I playfully smacked his arm, though I was laughing too hard for it to have any real force behind it. "You're really gonna expose me like that in front of everyone?"
"Expose you? Lisa, baby, I think everyone here already knows you get around," Kareem jumped in with a huge grin, earning more laughter from the group. "The real question is – how many songs does BLACKPINK have? Like, what, fifty? Sixty total including solo work?"
"Around that, yeah," Wisdom Kaye added helpfully, clearly setting up the punchline.
"Right, so Lisa's out here with more bodies than bars," ASAP Rocky finished, and the entire circle erupted in laughter and whoops. I covered my face with my hands, laughing so hard my stomach hurt, my embarrassment genuine but also mixed with pride because honestly? They weren't wrong, and I had zero shame about it.
"You guys are TERRIBLE!" I protested through my laughter, dropping my hands to reveal my grin. "I can't believe y'all are coming for me like this! I'm out here living my best life, and this is the treatment I get?"
"Living your best life? Girl, you're living your BEST lives – plural," Diplo chimed in, his DJ humor making everyone crack up again. Even I had to admit that was a good one, shaking my head while continuing to dance, my movements now more playful than seductive as the energy shifted to something lighter and more joyful.
Lewis Hamilton moved closer, still laughing as he danced beside me, his hand resting casually on my lower back. "But for real though, that Tokyo story – were you at least subtle about it, or did the entire stadium know what was happening backstage?"
Bad Bunny answered before I could, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Subtle? This one? Nah, man. I came out for my encore and my lips were swollen as fuck. My makeup artist was pissed."
I gasped in mock offense, though I was grinning from ear to ear. "Okay, FIRST of all, your lips were already swollen from performing for two hours! Second of all, you're the one who pulled me into that dressing room, so don't act like I corrupted innocent little Benito!"
"Innocent? Him?" Jeremy Pope laughed, gesturing at Bad Bunny. "Please, I've heard stories."
"Everyone's heard stories," Colman Domingo added with his sophisticated smile. "But I have to say, Lisa, the fact that you're blushing right now is absolutely adorable. Who knew the woman who was just grinding on all of us like a professional could get flustered?"
I stuck my tongue out at him playfully, spinning in a circle with my arms spread wide as the music shifted to something more upbeat and fun. "I'm a woman of many talents! I can be a shameless slut AND have feelings, thank you very much! Multitasking is my specialty!"
That earned another round of laughter and appreciative comments from the men, and I felt the atmosphere settle into something perfect – still flirtatious, still charged with the promise of what was coming later, but also genuinely fun and joyful. We continued dancing together, the teasing continuing but now mixed with genuine conversation about music, fashion, and ridiculous industry gossip. Adam told a story about a disastrous photoshoot that had everyone crying with laughter. Damson shared behind-the-scenes drama from his latest show. The energy was pure celebration – ten successful, attractive people enjoying each other's company without overthinking it.
This was exactly what I loved about nights like this: yes, I knew where it would end, knew that soon enough I'd be in that Hidden Room fulfilling my role as their collective fucktoy. But right now, in this moment, I was just Lisa – dancing, laughing, being teased by friends who appreciated both my talent and my shameless sexuality. And honestly? That felt fucking perfect.
After what felt like hours of dancing and laughing with my incredible circle of men, I heard Paul Anthony Kelly calling my name from across the room, his camera man already raised with his camera and that signature photographer energy radiating off him. I immediately broke away from the group with an excited squeal, my body still buzzing with adrenaline and arousal as I made my way over to where he was setting up a group shot. Chase was already there looking absolutely stunning in her golden outfit, and within moments Ningning and Karina from AESPA had joined us too, their faces lighting up when they saw me. Samuel Hine from GQ was adjusting his jacket, looking effortlessly cool as always, and we all clustered together in front of Paul's lens, our bodies pressed close in that casual but deliberate way that made for the best candid shots.
"Lisa! You're glowing! What have you been up to?" Ningning teased in Korean as we posed together, her arm looping around my waist. I could feel the sweat still cooling on my skin, my bra slightly askew from all the grinding and dancing, but I just grinned wider.
"Just living my best life, obviously," I replied in Korean, earning giggles from both her and Karina. The camera man snapped several shots of us laughing together,
the energy playful and genuine, before calling for different configurations – just me and Chase, then me with Samuel, then all of us together in various poses. I was having so much fun that I almost forgot about the Hidden Room waiting for me... almost. But then, just as Paul was reviewing his shots and complimenting our chemistry, I felt strong hands grab me from behind, spinning me around with enough force to make me yelp in surprise.
Shaboozey's grinning face greeted me, his energy infectious as he pulled not just me but Chase, Ningning, Karina, and Samuel closer into his orbit, his excitement palpable. Behind him I could see several of the men from my earlier dance circle – Damson, Bad Bunny, Rocky – all watching with amused expressions, clearly having sent Shaboozey over as their messenger.
"Yo, Lisa, seriously though – when is this Hidden Room thing starting? Because the suspense is literally killing everyone," Shaboozey said with a huge smile, though his eyes were dark with genuine hunger. His question made Ningning and Karina exchange slightly confused glances, clearly not privy to that particular secret, while Chase just smirked knowingly. I reached up to playfully push Shaboozey's shoulder, my expression pure mischief as I felt multiple eyes from across the room locked on our interaction.
"You boys are SO impatient! I swear, it's like dealing with children who can't wait for Christmas morning," I teased back, my voice carrying just enough to reach the other men watching us. I saw Rocky shake his head with a laugh, and Damson called out something that was drowned out by the music but made everyone around him crack up. "It'll start when it starts, baby. Good things come to those who wait... and trust me, I'm gonna be SO worth the wait."
Shaboozey groaned dramatically but was grinning from ear to ear, and then suddenly his hand came up to wrap around my neck – not squeezing, just resting there possessively as he pulled me against his side. "Alright, but if we're waiting, at least give me a photo to remember this torture by. Paul! Get this shot!"
The camera man immediately raised his camera again, and I instinctively leaned into Shaboozey's hold, tilting my head slightly to give the perfect angle.
The position was intimate and suggestive, his hand around my throat making the power dynamic crystal clear even in a casual photo, and I could feel my pussy clench with fresh arousal at the promise it represented. The camera flashed several times as we held the pose, my expression confident and teasing while Shaboozey's was pure hunger barely restrained. When the camera man finally lowered his camera and gave us a thumbs up, Shaboozey's hand lingered for just a moment longer before releasing me, his fingers trailing down my neck in a deliberately possessive gesture that made me shiver.
"Soon," I promised again, reaching up to straighten my bra with shameless confidence as both Ningning and Karina watched with wide eyes. "Very, very soon. But right now, I'm gonna enjoy every second of watching you all squirm."
As soon as I pulled away from Shaboozey and the photo group, I felt it – that magnetic pull drawing me right back to where I belonged. The circle of ten men had maintained their spot on the dance floor, their energy calling to me like a beacon, and I didn't even hesitate before gravitating back toward them. There was something about their collective masculine presence that made me feel alive in a way nothing else could – the way they moved with confidence, the casual dominance in how they claimed space, the raw sexual energy mixed with genuine joy. Lewis saw me approaching first and immediately extended his hand, pulling me back into their orbit with a grin that made my stomach flip. Within seconds I was back in the center of them all, my body moving to the heavy bass as hands found my waist, my hips, my back – all those casual bold touches that had become so normalized throughout the night that none of us even thought twice about them anymore.
Bad Bunny's hand slid up my spine as I danced, his fingers tracing my vertebrae through my sweat-slicked skin while he talked animatedly with ASAP Rocky about some collaboration they were planning. I pressed back against him instinctively, my ass grinding against his crotch while I listened to their conversation, genuinely interested in the creative process they were describing even as I shamelessly used his body for my own pleasure. Rocky's hand came to rest on my bare stomach, his thumb stroking my skin absently while he spoke, the casual intimacy of the touch making my pussy clench. This was what I loved – being their collective dance partner, their shared entertainment, existing in this space where I could be both respected for my mind and desired for my body simultaneously.
"So wait, you're telling me you produced that entire track in one night?" I asked Rocky incredulously, turning slightly in Bad Bunny's hold to face him better. Damson moved in closer on my other side, his hand sliding from my hip to cup my ass boldly as he joined the conversation, the touch so casual and natural that I barely registered it beyond the spark of arousal it sent through me.
"One night, straight through until like 7 AM," Rocky confirmed with pride, his hand still resting possessively on my stomach. "Sometimes the best shit comes when you just lock yourself in and don't overthink it, you know?"
"That's literally how I approach choreography," I replied excitedly, my hands gesturing animatedly as I spoke, completely unbothered by Damson's hand squeezing my ass or Jeremy Pope sliding up behind me to press his chest against my back. "Like, when we were preparing for our Coachella performance, I spent an entire night just freestyling movements until something clicked. Sometimes you just have to trust your instincts and let the creativity flow."
Lewis Hamilton moved in front of me now, his sophisticated smile directed at my face even as his hands found my hips, guiding my movements against Jeremy behind me. "I get that same feeling with racing lines sometimes. Everyone thinks it's all calculated, but there's this moment when you just feel the car and know exactly what to do without thinking."
Colman Domingo laughed from beside us, his hand trailing up my arm as he danced. "Listen to us – a rapper, a dancer, a racer, and an actor all basically describing the same creative process. That's beautiful, actually."
"It really is," I agreed breathlessly, spinning between them so my back was now against Damson instead of Jeremy, my hands reaching up to loop around his neck while I continued facing the others. "This is what I love about nights like this – yeah, we're all gonna fuck later and it's gonna be incredible, but right now? Right now we're just vibing, talking about our passions, enjoying each other's company. You know how rare that is? To find people who appreciate both sides?"
Diplo appeared with fresh drinks for several of us, his free hand immediately finding my waist as he handed me a glass. "Cheers to that – to finding people who understand that you can be brilliant AND a freak."
"I'll drink to that!" I laughed, raising my glass as the others did the same, the toast turning into more dancing as the music shifted to something faster and more intense. And just like that we were back to pure movement and joy, my body grinding against whoever was closest while conversations flowed around me – some about music, some about fashion, some absolutely filthy promises about what was coming later, but all of it natural and perfect and exactly where I wanted to be.
---- Few moments later ----
The moment I saw Fai Khadra walking into our circle alongside Shaboozey, my entire face lit up with genuine excitement. Fai and I had this amazing history through Jennie – they'd been friends forever, and let's just say I'd heard PLENTY of stories about their hookups over the years. Which meant there was absolutely zero awkwardness between us, just pure comfortable shamelessness. Before I could even move toward him, Fai's hands were already reaching for me, pulling me away from Damson with a huge grin on his gorgeous face. I went willingly, laughing as I crashed against his chest, my hands immediately finding his shoulders as the music pulsed around us.
"Fai! Oh my god, when did you get here?" I squealed, already starting to move my hips against him in that familiar rhythm we'd found countless times before at various parties. His hands slid down to my waist possessively, and I felt that delicious spark of recognition – this man knew exactly how I liked to be touched, had probably learned it from comparing notes with Jennie. The thought made me grin wickedly as I began grinding on him properly, my movements bold and shameless because why the fuck wouldn't they be? Fai had seen me in far more compromising positions than this.
"Just got here like ten minutes ago. Shaboozey said you were holding court with half the industry, so obviously I had to come see for myself," Fai replied, his voice low and amused as his hands tightened on my waist, guiding my movements against him. "Jennie texted me earlier saying you were about to have the night of your life. I'm assuming this is what she meant?"
That made me laugh outright, my head falling back as I continued dancing, and suddenly I felt too constrained by my blazer. Without even thinking about it, I reached up and shrugged the white fabric off one shoulder,
letting it hang loosely and expose even more of my skin, my white bra now almost completely visible. The movement was deliberate and shameless, and I saw Fai's eyes darken with appreciation as he took in the view. Behind him, I could hear ASAP Rocky wolf-whistle while Bad Bunny called out something in Spanish that made everyone laugh. I just grinned wider, pressing myself even closer to Fai as I ground my hips against his in a way that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
"Oh, Jennie doesn't know the HALF of it," I teased, my hands sliding up to loop around Fai's neck as I moved with him. "But yes, tonight is definitely going to be memorable. And more importantly, when are you two gonna stop pretending you're just friends and actually make it official?"
Fai laughed, spinning me around so my back was pressed against his chest, his hands splayed across my bare stomach possessively as we continued dancing. Lewis and Colman moved in closer on either side of us, clearly enjoying the show, while Jeremy and Wisdom were having their own conversation nearby but kept glancing over with obvious interest. The energy was perfect – playful and sexual and completely comfortable all at once.
"Jennie and I have an understanding," Fai replied against my ear, his breath hot on my neck. "Just like I'm guessing you and I have an understanding right now. She told me to come take care of you tonight, make sure you're having fun. So here I am, taking care of you."
His hands slid lower on my stomach, not quite reaching my pussy but close enough to make my breath hitch, and I ground my ass back against him shamelessly, feeling his hardness through his pants. God, I'd forgotten how good Fai felt when he was turned on. Shaboozey appeared beside us with drinks, laughing at how quickly I'd gone from dancing with the whole group to being completely wrapped up in Fai's arms, and I just stuck my tongue out at him playfully while continuing to move my body in ways that were absolutely indecent for a public party. While also Ningning had joined us too with me Ningning and Fai dancing,
But that was the beauty of nights like this – with these people, in this space, I could be exactly who I was without apology.
---- After some time ----
The moment Fai's hands tightened on my waist and he spun me around to face him, I felt the energy in our circle shift completely. The playful dancing suddenly became charged with pure sexual intent, and when Fai leaned down – his eyes locked on mine with that hungry look I'd seen so many times through Jennie's stories – I knew exactly what was about to happen. His lips crashed against mine with no hesitation, hot and demanding, and I immediately opened my mouth to let his tongue slide inside. The kiss was absolutely filthy, our tongues tangling together as his hands gripped my bare waist possessively, and I moaned into his mouth shamelessly, my body melting against his. The sound that erupted from the men around us was deafening – shouts, whistles, encouragement, celebration – and it only made me kiss Fai harder, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I poured every ounce of my arousal into that connection.
When Fai finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard, and I could see the same hunger reflected in every single face surrounding us. The Hidden Room had officially begun, and my pussy was already soaking wet with anticipation. Before I could even catch my breath properly, Shaboozey was there, his hand cupping my jaw as he turned my face toward him.
"My turn," he said with that gorgeous grin, and then his mouth was on mine, kissing me with enthusiasm and heat that made my knees weak. I whimpered into the kiss, my hands coming up to grip his shirt as I kissed him back just as eagerly, feeling the other men pressing closer around us, their hands never leaving my body even as Shaboozey claimed my mouth. When he pulled away, Bad Bunny was already moving in, not even giving me a moment to recover.
Bad Bunny's kiss was familiar from our Tokyo hookup, but somehow even more intense in this context – his hands tangling in my hair as he kissed me deeply, possessively, reminding me exactly what his mouth was capable of. I was completely lost in sensation, my body being passed from man to man like their shared toy, and god it felt incredible. Paul Anthony Kelly was next, his kiss surprisingly gentle compared to the others but no less passionate, followed immediately by Samuel Hine who kissed me like he was trying to devour me whole. My lipstick was completely destroyed by now, smeared across all their mouths, but none of us cared. Adam Badaiwi's kiss was confident and skilled, making me moan loudly enough that everyone laughed, and then Kareem Rahma was spinning me around to press me against his chest as he captured my lips.
Colman Domingo's kiss was the most intense yet – slow and deliberate and absolutely devastating, his hands cradling my face like I was something precious even as his tongue fucked my mouth filthily. Diplo followed, his kiss playful and teasing, making me giggle against his lips before he bit my lower lip hard enough to make me gasp. Wisdom Kaye's tall frame bent down to reach me, his kiss sweet but hungry, and Jeremy Pope kissed me like he'd been waiting all night for this moment, his hands gripping my ass boldly as our tongues tangled. Finally, Damson Idris pulled me against him, and his kiss was pure sin – deep and demanding and possessive in a way that made my entire body shudder with need.
"Holy fuck," I breathed when Damson finally released me, my voice wrecked and my body trembling as I stood in the center of all twelve men, every single one of them looking at me like they wanted to devour me. "That was... god, that was just the beginning, wasn't it?"
The grins on their faces and the obvious bulges in their pants told me everything I needed to know, and I felt a fresh wave of wetness soak my already drenched panties as I realized this night was about to get so much better.
The second those words left my mouth about heading to the Hidden Room, everything shifted into pure chaotic energy. Before I could even take a step, Lewis Hamilton swept me up into his arms bridal style,
and I squealed with delight. The entire group immediately surrounded us like a pack of hungry wolves, and we started moving through the penthouse as one collective mass of sexual energy and anticipation. I tried to give directions between breathless laughs and moans, pointing toward the far hallway while Colman Domingo leaned down to capture my lips in another searing kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth possessively even as Lewis continued carrying me forward.
"Down that hallway, past the bar area, there's a hidden door on the—oh fuck!" My directions were cut off by Damson's hand sliding up to grope my breast through my white bra, his fingers finding my nipple and pinching it roughly enough to make me arch against Lewis's chest. Bad Bunny moved in from the other side, his hand joining Damson's to squeeze my other breast, and suddenly both my tits were being fondled shamelessly as we walked. Jeremy Pope's hand slid up my thigh from below where Lewis held me, his fingers trailing dangerously close to my soaking wet pussy, and I whimpered loudly, my head falling back as pleasure sparked through every nerve ending.
"Keep giving directions, beautiful," Lewis murmured against my ear, his arms tightening around me possessively. "We need to know where we're taking you to ruin you properly."
"Left at the bar!" I managed to gasp out, only to have Shaboozey lean in to suck on my exposed neck, surely leaving a mark that would be visible for days. Fai Khadra's hand joined the others groping my ass from below, squeezing the flesh hard enough to make me moan. "The panel with the—god, yes, right there—the panel with the gold trim. You have to press it twice and—"
Paul Anthony Kelly cut me off with another deep kiss, his tongue fucking my mouth thoroughly while Samuel Hine's hands worked to push my bra cups down slightly, exposing more of my breasts to Damson and Bad Bunny's eager touches. I was completely overwhelmed with sensation, being passed between their mouths and hands like their collective fuck toy even before we reached our destination, and my pussy was absolutely dripping with need. Wisdom Kaye reached over to trace his fingers along my collarbone, while Kareem Rahma's hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head for better access as Adam Badaiwi captured my lips next. We were barely making progress toward the Hidden Room because they couldn't keep their hands and mouths off me, and honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way.
"You're all so fucking impatient!" I laughed breathlessly when Adam finally released my mouth, my voice full of joy and arousal as I looked around at their hungry faces. "We're almost there, I promise. Just down this hallway and through that door, and then you can have me however you want. Every single one of you gets to use every single one of my holes until I'm completely ruined and filled with your cum. That's what you want, right? To gangbang me until I can't remember my own name?"
The collective groan that responded to my shameless words made my pussy clench with anticipation, and Diplo pressed closer to whisper hotly against my neck while his hand joined the others groping my ass.
"We're gonna fucking destroy you, Lisa. Make you our perfect little cumslut."
"God, I'm counting on it," I moaned, finally managing to point to the correct panel as we approached. "Right there. Press it twice and the door will open. And then... then the real fun begins."
Hastily many of them pressed the button twice and the door opened, the room is huge and immediately I was thrown on the bed.
The moment my back hit that massive bed, I let out a breathless laugh of pure exhilaration, my body bouncing slightly on the plush surface as I propped myself up on my elbows
to watch all fourteen men file into the Hidden Room. The click of the lock behind them sent a shiver of anticipation racing down my spine, and I bit my lip as I watched them take in their surroundings – the enormous bed that could easily fit half of us, the entertainment setup with the PS5 and massive TV, the fully stocked mini-fridge that promised we could keep this party going all night long, and all the furniture scattered around that I knew they were already mentally cataloging as potential fuck surfaces. The energy in the room was electric, charged with raw masculine hunger and the promise of absolute debauchery, and I was right at the center of it all, exactly where I belonged.
I slowly sat up on the bed, reaching behind to unclasp my white bra and toss it aside carelessly, finally freeing my breasts completely. My nipples were already hard peaks from all their earlier attention, and I made no move to cover myself as I watched fourteen pairs of eyes lock onto my exposed chest with obvious appreciation. Sliding off the bed, I stood before them in just my white pants, my hands trailing down my own body teasingly as I took in the sight of all these incredible men crowded into this space with me.
"So this is it, boys," I said with a wicked grin, my voice dripping with excitement and shameless arousal. "This whole room is ours for the entire night. That bed? That's where you're going to fuck me senseless, where you're gonna make me your perfect little cumslut. But I love that there's a PS5 and drinks too, because let's be real – not all fourteen of you can use me at once, right? So while some of you are destroying my holes, the others can relax, have a drink, play some games, and just... enjoy the show. Take turns ruining me. This is literally a fuck party where I'm the entertainment."
ASAP Rocky moved toward the fridge first, pulling out champagne bottles and passing them around while Wisdom Kaye immediately claimed the gaming setup, turning on the TV with an amused laugh. Fai Khadra settled into one of the chairs, spreading his legs confidently as he watched me with those knowing eyes that had seen Jennie in similar positions. The casual way they were claiming the space, making themselves comfortable while still looking at me like I was their meal for the night, made my pussy clench with need.
"Damn, this is actually perfect," Shaboozey said, cracking open a beer as he surveyed the room. "We can literally party all night, rotate who's fucking you, and nobody has to rush. This is gonna be fucking legendary."
I moved closer to the group, my hips swaying deliberately as I reached for one of the champagne bottles Bad Bunny held, taking a long sip directly from it before passing it to Colman Domingo beside me. The alcohol burned pleasantly down my throat, adding to the heat already building between my legs.
"I want you all to use me however you want," I continued shamelessly, my eyes moving from face to face, taking in Damson's hungry expression, Jeremy's obvious arousal, Paul's calculating gaze as he assessed the furniture options. "Fuck me on that bed, bend me over that table, make me ride you on those chairs while the others watch. Pass me around like the shameless fucktoy I am. Fill every single one of my holes with your cum until I'm overflowing. Ruin me completely. And when some of you need a break? Grab drinks, play games, talk shit, whatever – but I'll still be here, servicing whoever wants me next. I'm yours for the entire night, all fourteen of you, and I'm gonna make sure each and every one of you leaves here knowing you just had the best fuck of your life."
Lewis moved behind me, his large hand coming aroung my shoulder possessively as he pulled my ass against his obvious erection, and I moaned softly at the contact, grinding back against him while maintaining eye contact with the others.
Samuel Hine was already unbuttoning his shirt, while Diplo and Kareem exchanged excited grins. The anticipation was almost unbearable now – we were finally here, the night stretched endlessly before us, and I was about to fulfill my ultimate fantasy of being the collective slut for the most powerful, talented, gorgeous men I'd ever met.
to be continued.....
