Ginger Fox Part 3

"Delicious!" Baby smiles, licking her lips with a hungry gesture.
"You’re such a pervert." I raise my champagne glass, watching everything intently. It’s almost like fieldwork, where everything earns a grade.
A woman drinking from a glass full of cum: 2.5 points.
A conga line made by three men and one woman: 5.0 points.
The redhead whipping the breasts of a kneeling woman holding two buckets of ice: 7.8 points.
The guy in a dog cage receiving light shocks to his balls while barking: 8.9 points.
A dwarf receiving double penetration from two muscular men with horse-sized penises: 10 points.
I mentally note what I find good and what I’d definitely never do in my life. Baby pulls me, pointing to a room with no door. I see a man having sex with two women. It could be another lovely day at the playground if not for the fact that the man is dressed as an eighty-year-old woman with stockings up to his calves.
"Salt likes to have sex in his mother's clothes," Baby whispers, finishing her glass.
"Isn't that a bit Norman Bates?" I see him lift his skirt to better penetrate one of the women while the other is spread open, being sucked off by the girl being fucked.
"Well, as long as he doesn’t kill any of them, it’s fine." Baby moves us on through the inn, leaving the Psycho cosplay behind.
We enter a room where strange people are watching an intense group sex session. A group of silent men in nuclear masks, attentive to every gasp and moan, is peculiar, almost like dispersed shadows near the wall, observers. I take a quick glance at their discreet attire: tailored suits. Most of what I’ve seen so far in the inn, like me, is wearing leather, latex, silicone, or are naked. But not them—they’re in suits. I look back at the group sex when one of the men in a black suit turns towards me, staring. Baby calls me to leave the room after a while. A large body bumps into mine, almost making me spill my glass. I look up to see it’s the guy in the black suit who had been staring at me. He is monstrously huge. He looks silently at my throat and then behind me, letting the sound of his breathing rumble beneath his mask.
"Seriously, do you really think he’s not watching you?" Baby says mockingly, stopping next to me. "Gim, let me introduce you to Czar, the least trustworthy Russian you’ll ever meet."
I remember the hospital story Baby told, trying not to laugh at the scene she made, mimicking him. His large hands rise, going behind his head to remove the mask. If I wanted to stifle my laughter, looking at his face completely kills the fun. He’s the prototype of the Terminator smeared with ice cream.
He’s one of the counselors.
"I see you don’t have ice cream in your hands today." The big face lowers, looking at his shoes and smiling. "Too bad."
"Stop being an ass, Czar!" Baby leaves him and I just retreat, rushing to her side.
I think about that day I bumped into him. I was trying to avoid Roy’s sight with that cold woman. Maybe the Russian wasn’t just passing by; he was going to join the two. Baby confided in me that Freire is part of Sodoma, so that woman is here too. I raise my eyes, scanning around, but now I notice that everyone is wearing animal masks. They anxiously look at the second floor as if they’re waiting for something. Even the shameless environment changes; it’s no longer the madness of the previous rooms. It’s an elegant room, with Victorian furniture. The large paintings on the walls are in golden frames, and a huge carpeted wine staircase leads up to the other floors.
"I didn’t say anything wrong, I just said it’s a shame." I turn, seeing the Russian standing next to us, holding his nuclear mask and glancing at his wristwatch.
"You’re a piece of work, Czar." Baby laughs at him, tapping his shoulder. "Don’t you have a prey to hunt?"
"I’m still choosing, all the ones I want are already collared." He looks at me with a predatory gaze, winking. "Maybe I can steal one."
"Sure, why not just ask him directly?" My face turns with the Russian’s when Baby points behind us.
I feel my heart racing, looking for Roy. But there’s nothing there but a wall. I’m confused, but before I turn my eyes back to the two playing, I focus on the painting. The dark portrait only shows a calm night at the beach. I walk over, avoiding people, until I’m facing it.
"I found you," I whisper, raising my hand and touching the canvas. My heart races as if it knows who is watching me from the other side.
It’s a pervert! He’s been watching me the whole time, hidden in some naughty room behind the walls. The leather around my throat burns with every accelerated breath I take, and even in that, he thought ahead. He was so devious that he made Baby give me the collar. I raise my middle finger, bringing it to my mouth, licking it, keeping my eyes locked on the painting, and then pointing at it with the licked finger.
"Asshole!"
I’m lost, looking at the dark room as the lights go out and come back on. Some people inside scream, others whistle. Baby is already pulling me, leading me to the base of the stairs, pushing me among them.
"We part ways here, bunny." I hold her wrist, feeling scared.
"Part ways? Where are you going? You’re leaving me here?" My mouth opens, firing as many questions as I can, not wanting to be alone. "What’s going to happen now?" Baby laughs at my desperate situation.
"The hunt is about to begin, Gim." She looks up at the stairs, then back at me. "I couldn’t tell you, but here’s the deal: your door is the red one, you’ll find it on the top floor."
I blink in agony, feeling the palms of my hands growing sweaty. I have no idea what this hunt will be or what Roy is planning, just that my heart is racing like a frightened rabbit.