Chaste And Impure

Locked Mystery

She hadn’t expected a show but considering there was no sign of company it gave her something to focus on.

Pippa was a stunning girl in an elaborate dress. She was a walking fruit bowl, with real looking fruit cascading all over her costume. Her musicians were dressed like the hosts but the five dancers each wore a different coloured dress. The dresses were all simple tube dresses but whenever they turned around a cut-out was revealed that perfectly framed the ‘peaches’ that were their bottoms.

The song mostly consisted of fruit-based innuendo. The audience were lapping it up, laughing and cheering along in encouragement. Each time a fruit was mentioned the dancers would pluck a fruit from the dress. Some were placed in bowls on the stage, but some were tossed to nearby members of the audience which added to the general joyful atmosphere. It soon became clear that there wasn’t a lot to the dress aside from some straps and the fruit. It was a comedic strip tease.

Soon, Pippa was being shielded strategically by the dancers as more and more fruit was pulled away, allowing fleeting glimpses of her growing nakedness.

She applauded with the crowd at the final glorious reveal, which was but a flash of pale naked skin and leather straps before the lights extinguished. What caught her attention was not Pippa’s perfect pert breasts or curvaceous figure. Much to her shock, Pippa seemed to be wearing an exact replica of her chastity cage complete with a green flashing light indicating she was about to be rewarded for her efforts.

-

“Alonso. Miss Summers here should have a personal host, see to it please,” said Jay with thinly concealed annoyance. “And, make sure she isn’t running up a tab.” The news had Alonso scurrying away.

“I do apologise Miss Summers. Whatever must you think of us.” Jay looked shaken. “It isn’t often we have investors visiting our branch. Something clearly went wrong at reception, unless… Oh sorry, were you trying to keep a low profile?”

“It is quite alright, Jay.” She was improvising now. This place was getting stranger by the minute. “Alonso has been looking after me perfectly well.”

At that moment Alonso arrived back with two of his fellow hosts in tow. They both stood with their cuffed wrists held together in front of them as if offering them to her.

“This is Grant, one of our more popular hosts, and this is Cherry, who has recently joined us from our Berlin branch.”

After introducing them Alonso seemed to be waiting for a response. She wondered if she was supposed to choose. They both looked cute, which seemed par for the course. Grant was more gracile and shorter than Alonso. A similar build to Cherry except that their clothing was very different. Cherry wore exquisite lace lingerie that emphasised her curves, whereas Grant wore a simple pair of briefs and a leather harness across his torso. The briefs barely concealed yet another chastity device. She wondered if everyone here wore one. Perhaps Cherry was wearing an equivalent device?

“Thank you Alonso.” She felt self-conscious studying the pair.

“No need to choose just yet. We are not busy at the moment,” she said getting up from her seat. “I apologise again, and hope you enjoy your evening.”

“Alonso,” she continued, turning her attention to the clearly distressed host. “Give Miss Summers both of their codes and have Grant fetch her another drink and a Platinum menu.”

-

Once Alonso had dashed off to ‘get the codes’ she was suddenly alone with a submissive, just standing there awaiting orders. Not something she had anticipated when she was on her way here. The exact opposite in fact.

“Why don’t you join me,” she said scooting around her bay and tapping the seat next to her.

She watched as the scantily clad girl slipped into the space beside her. Cherry’s perfume was exotic, and her lingerie looked expensive. She doubted she could afford such luxury and it seemed strange that a submissive host could. Perhaps it was a uniform or a present. She had to find out.

“That is a very pretty bra you have there,” she said, appreciating its perfect fit and delicate fabric.

Tentatively she reached out and cupped the pert, beautifully presented breast. The possessive act brought them close. Cherry was far from passive, pressing herself against the hand and breathing heavily.

“Where did you get it?” she asked, once she remembered why she was interested.

“Thank you, Miss. I bought the lingerie as a set, from a small boutique store in Berlin.” Cherry’s German accent was soft and feminine, inflected slightly with French especially when she pronounced ‘lingerie’.

Things just didn’t seem to add up in this place. Cherry was clearly sophisticated, with exquisite taste and purchasing power to match. She was also very appealing. She leaned in further, her lips gently touching the girl’s ear as her hand closed around a firming nipple.

With terrible timing, Grant returned with her drink and a menu that read Platinum Member Gratuities.

“From Alonso Miss,” he said, handing over two cards with their names and QR codes printed on them. “He apologises for not bringing them himself. He was required elsewhere.”

She was torn between asking for help and blowing her newly established cover as an ‘investor’. Reluctantly letting go of Cherry, she unlocked her phone and handed it and the cards to Grant, asking him to sort things out. He did so efficiently, handing back her phone with the GAOLTIME app proudly displaying new and fascinating options.

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Part One