Ginger Fox

The only thing indicating that this place isn’t abandoned is the large black S spray-painted on the wall and the legs of a mannequin turned upside down, its arm pointing to the right. I get out of the car, feeling extremely uncomfortable in the outfit Baby made me wear. The white, skin-tight leather dress, with a halter neck and a large, thick zipper running from the top of my breasts to the hem, is indeed beautiful and perfect, designed by Baby herself. But I assume she wasn’t thinking of a size 42 woman when she made it. I’m not wearing any underwear or a bra, just a pair of low heels I had thrown into my bag when I packed for the island. I struggle to walk on the fine gravel on the ground. Baby looks like a true femme fatale in *Basic Instinct*, which would make Sharon Stone proud of her protégé, sexy in her red strapless dress. She turns, smiling at me and winking. She extends her hand, and I take it. At that moment, satisfying my curiosity feels as right as being by her side. Baby leads us in the direction the upside-down mannequin is pointing, stopping near an old staircase that leads underground. The door, spray-painted with a capital S, opens before she even knocks. The tall man, looking like a muscled bear, wearing a thin tank top and a mask on his face, stares at us. Shifting his gaze from her to me, he looks at Baby with confusion, and she quickly pulls the golden invitation from her handbag, handing it to me.
“Show him, Gim.”
I take the invitation from her fingers and hold it up to the man. He looks back at Baby, more intrigued than I was when I received the invitation.
“Well, I guess someone has a favorite,” Baby says, laughing at the security guard. He nods in agreement, giving us both a smile.
Taking the invitation from my fingers, he pulls several bracelets from his pants pocket, handing a green one to Baby and a red one with a gold stripe to me. Baby helps me adjust mine after she secures hers. I look on, trying to understand why our colors are different.
“Why are our colors different?” I ask, running my fingers over my bracelet, still puzzled.
“I’m free, which means the signal is open, hence the green color.” She stops in front of an old elevator, opening the doors.
“So I’m prohibited? That’s why my color is red, I have a closed signal? I thought I was a free woman now.”
Baby pushes us into the elevator when it arrives, pressing the button for the second basement. She turns to face me, her fingers going to the bust of my dress, pulling it down a little to reveal the cleavage between my breasts. She lifts one hand, smoothing my neck, playing with the curls while smiling and biting the corner of her mouth. Even in heels, I still feel like a smurf next to her.
“Actually, you’re only free to me.” She smiles more cheerfully, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. “The gold stripe means you’re under the care of one of the advisors. In other words, Jonathan controls the guys wanting to get into your pussy tonight.”
I can’t respond. The elevator stops, opening its doors to reveal a different world before me.
“We’ve arrived! Welcome to Sodoma, Gim!” Baby pulls my hand, leading me into the crowd inside.
They didn’t opt for Sodom and Gomorrah. They erased Gomorrah just like God did with the two cities, rescuing only Sodom, reshaping it for the 21st century. A place steeped in lust, mingling low red lights with the smells of sweaty bodies and, above all, a LOT of sex. The electronic music pounds in my ears, and my heart races, matching the beats.

"TAKE IT!" Baby shouts near my ear, handing me a glass. I see the waiter move away, holding nothing but a tray, his body completely nude.
The woman lying on the table, being serviced by a young man, has her eyes blindfolded and a gag in her mouth. The onlookers around her follow every gasp her breasts make. At the tips of her nipples, the plugs look like clothes pegs, firmly attached. I wonder if the pain is greater than the pleasure, or if pleasure and pain become one.
"EVERY TIME SOMEONE APPROACHES, RAISE YOUR WRIST AND LET THEM SEE YOUR BRACELET!" Baby shouts again, breaking my gaze from the sex on the table in the corner.
I extend my arm to her, nodding, even though I feel uncomfortable knowing that, in some way, I am being controlled. She smiles, lifting her glass to her lips. I bring mine to my mouth, feeling the bubbles of the champagne tickling my throat. I don’t think I’ve ever had champagne before, and if I had, it certainly wasn’t as good as this. The large, oval-shaped bar in the center has people who seem ordinary at first glance, but one detail sets them apart: their silicone outfits. Some wear full-body suits, covering them from head to toe, while others wear casual clothing, as if they just walked out of a Lady Gaga video. A woman in a tight black outfit walks past me, holding a chain, and right behind her, a man follows, smiling with a collar around his neck. He wears a black leather mask covering his entire face, leaving only his mouth exposed. I am compelled to turn to follow their procession, making sure I see a chastity belt on him. The man’s cock is encased in a metal capsule with a lock. I down my champagne in one gulp, still lost in this new world, which shines in red neon colors around me. Baby takes the empty glass from my fingers and hands me another full one, I don’t even notice when she got new glasses. With her fingers still holding mine, the curious stares of the others turn to us, always stopping on me. She stops near what must be the dance floor, letting go of my hand only to lift her own, letting it fall onto my shoulder. I smile at her, unable to say anything because of the loud music. She dances, following the rhythm, provocatively swaying her hips. I watch behind her the large mirrors scattered around the place. I wonder if these mirrors are also magical, like Mr. Roy’s wardrobe mirror. I down my champagne in one gulp, and when I lift my face, I see more mirrors above us. Baby lowers the glass from my mouth, taking it away from me once more. She simply extends the two empty glasses, her eyes neither looking for anyone nor searching, and then the glasses are taken from her hand. And there, as if the only service tonight was to serve us, stands the naked waiter. I laugh at Baby after closing my eyes to avoid seeing his hairy ass. She holds her glass and hands me another. I let my body get lost in the beat along with her, our synchronization increasing, letting our bodies move in the same rhythm. I turn around, swaying my hips and bringing the champagne to my mouth. I look intrigued at a large dog cage with a thin man inside. He’s on all fours like an animal, cramped, but doesn’t seem at all dissatisfied with the situation, especially as a tall, muscular man with his cock out walks towards the cage so the caged guy can give him oral. Nothing I see here scares or worries me; I just want to see more, indulging in my insatiable curiosity. I turn to Baby, who holds her hair at the nape of her neck, swaying slowly. She winks at me, smiling, stretching her hands to my waist, and we descend together to the floor, our foreheads touching. Baby increases her smile as our bodies rise, sharing the rhythm. She turns us around, letting me take her place. I see her eyes quickly go behind me, and she moves us with agility, pressing my back against her chest. I feel the hard tips of her silicone breasts rubbing against my bare back. One of her hands goes to my hair, pulling it up, and the other traces the front of my body. I feel her nails grazing my skin, making me excited as I open my eyes. I see a large painting, a replica of Venus, on the wall in front of us. Baby slides her fingers over my breasts, and I let my free hand slide down her thigh, feeling the softness of her leg. I drink the champagne as if it were water, increasing my thirst even more. I feel the warm kiss she plants on my neck, and my fingers tighten around her leg. I stretch my arm, imitating Baby, letting the empty glass dangle, and it’s quickly taken from my hand. My head tilts back, laughing as it’s removed. I don’t grab another glass; I keep my eyes focused on the painting, sliding my own fingers down my neck, moving to the back and caressing Baby’s hair. She moves our hips together, swaying suggestively, and it’s almost as if I know I’m being watched. Not by the people around us, but by whoever is behind the painting.
"Do you trust me?" Baby whispers in my ear, kissing my skin.
She turns my body quickly, letting me look into her eyes, which are dilated with lust and mischief. I could leave, I could say no, but my curiosity will be my downfall, that much is certain.

"YES!" I shout to her. Baby stops dancing, holding my face in her hands and rubbing the tip of her nose against mine.
"That's my girl." She uses the tip of her teeth to nibble on my lips, letting them go afterward.