As her magic infused the club, and its staff and patrons descended into depravity, Circe looked on with a smirk. That the dance floor was now a human chessboard with a lineup of carnal game pieces was almost a fitting capstone to the club’s new nature. A sexual display for all to enjoy, whether you were the pieces, the slutty twin club owners that guided them, or customers watching with their own opinions on the best, kinkiest moves to make.
Well, Circe was full of opinions, and more than a little self-assured in her moves. And from where she stood, her game at Club VDF was far from over.
Into the club stepped a party of six. All of them young women not entirely unlike the four whom Circe originally approached in the line outside, they wore simple black party dresses. One was a pale, freckled redhead. One was a brunette who wore an amber pair of earrings. One was a woman of some east Asian descent with her hair dyed a bright shock yellow. One wore an emerald brooch as green as her eyes. One was a Black woman with a brilliant sapphire necklace. And one was a woman of Indian descent with stylish, indigo bracelets around her wrists.
Who they were and their names weren’t especially important. Circe didn’t really care, especially when she and Club VDF were about to twist the entire group inside out. She allowed the arrivals to enter, gape in confusion at the blatant, lurid sexuality on display, and then acclimate as the club did its work.
“This is a fucked up place you dragged us to,” Yellow told Red.
“Yeah, I knew it was a scene.” Red shrugged. “I didn’t know it was a scene.”
‘Well, scene or not,” Indigo said, “let’s go find a table. Maybe one that isn’t in the middle of the, uh…” She glanced toward the sexual chess game. “...Action.”
The group, finding that idea agreeable, headed further into the club, and Circe followed. She had a knack for being where she wanted to be, when she wanted to be, and only noticed by those that she wanted to notice her. And while she wouldn’t let herself be noticed by this group yet, she cackled as she considered the most appropriate, most poetic, or just the most straight-up sexual ways to warp their realities.
As the group made their way deeper into the club, the cluster of six formed a single-file line. Red, amber, yellow, emerald, sapphire, and indigo, in that order. Pecking order, perhaps? Circe didn’t believe so, but maybe that would be a fun angle to take? Introduce a little competitive drive between them. She kept in-step with the line, trailing after Indigo as the party snaked through the club in search of an open table.
Which was odd, Circe thought, because there were plenty of tables still open to accommodate the whole group. Hell, she could conjure a table with a thought and make them stop anywhere, but they just kept going. Their struts entered a lock-step, each tap of their high heels and sway of their hips in sync with the others, and Circe, despite herself, moved to match them.
Maintaining a synchronous slut-strut, the party before Circe began to change. Red’s red hair became a vibrant, glimmering ruby in color. Amber’s simple brunette exploded into a mane of fiery orange. Yellow’s dyed hair became more vibrant as the color seeped into her dark roots, becoming natural. And Green, Blue, and Indigo all saw similar color changes, their natural dark locks turning vibrant colors true to their…names?
Circe blinked, confused as her vision became obscured by long, violet bangs. But rather than question, she just continued to follow the flow, one hip-rocking strut at a time. Between the tables. Beyond the tables. And then toward a door labeled ‘Maintenance: Employees Only’.
Red opened the door, and the party filed through.
Beyond the threshold was a dimly lit corridor. Oddly long, and even more oddly winding, the six seven strutted their way as they passed through patches of unlit darkness between scattered overhead lights.
Circe saw darkness, and then as the group reentered the light, she noticed that they had again changed. Their little black dresses now matched their hair with shimmering fabrics and glittering high heels. Circe didn’t look down at herself, as she wanted needed to keep in step, but she knew she was dressed very much the same, in a glittery violet party dress and pumps that matched with the rest of the group. She wasn’t sure why, but…
More darkness, and when Circe could see again, she saw a marching line of silhouette beauties with flesh as black as the darkest night sky. Circe watched those ahead of her turn a corner, and saw glimpses of their faces. Smooth, eyeless masks of three-dimensional shadows punctuated by the contours of their lips all painted the appropriate colors. Red, Orange, Yellow…
Passing into another patch of darkness, Circe licked the violet lips on her own silhouette face, and when she stepped again into the light, they plumped, growing full and pillowy. She could do little with them but pout as she stepped into the next patch of darkness.
And on emerging, the seven women sported perfectly identical figures. Standing at an even 5’6”, their legs slender and shapely, their hips curvaceous and their asses round peaches, they continued their synchronous strutting with the addition of their equally large, equally jiggling G-cup busts. It didn’t occur to Circe that, only a moment ago, she was wire-thin. It barely registered that she was now like the rest of the party.
She just kept in step.
They passed through another patch of darkness and Cir—Violet thought nothing of it. She thought very little, if anything, much like the others. But the destination was close, and she knew it.
The seven strutted through another door, and entered a near pitch-black chamber. The only sources of light were a series of small holes, seven in total, positioned along one wall, and evenly spaced apart at waist height. Red stopped at the first, Orange the second, Green the third. The others followed in turn until Violet came to the final hole.
Her hole.
Still in sync, with an almost robotic coordination, Violet and the others dropped to their knees and brought their lips to their holes.
From the other side of the wall, there was the sound of a door swinging open, and footsteps on a tile floor. The footsteps grew closer, and then the crotch of a pair of pants appeared on the other side of the hole guarded by Violet’s violet dick-pillows.
A violet-tinted light bulb lit up above the glory drone’s head, and she spoke in a lurid tone.
“Hello, lover. Let me suck your cock.”
There were more steps on the other side of the wall, and the lights went off above the rest of the drones’ heads. Each spoke the same inviting phrase, in the same lurid tone, in the same lustful voice. But Violet was already at work, her lips wrapped around the head of the cock presented to her.
It was but the first of many cocks that Violet would suck that night, and every night going forward.
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