Pit Girls of Zayir

"Welcome to the crew new girl," I say as she sits down across the table. She looks nervous, and a little giddy.

"Hi... thanks?" She glances around the room quickly, taking in the rest of the performers. More than a few eyes look back curiously.

"It's not quite how I imagined. Everybody seems... so normal. Nice, even."

I respond with a nonchalant shrug. "We're all here to earn a paycheck. When we aren't getting our guts rearranged, it's pretty much just home for most of us. You'll learn soon enough but we're a pretty tight-knit lot."

She doesn't respond, and after a moment I go back to eating. She takes a few distracted bites, but her mind clearly isn't on lunch. A minute later she starts to speak again but trails off after a few words.

"You look like you're trying to figure out where the monsters went. You know that's only at show time right? The rest of the time we're just people."

She looks a little sheepish, and makes herself stop gawking. "Sorry. I'm probably making a spectacle of myself."

I put my spoon down and peer at her. "Are you bought?"

Her head snaps up and she shoots me a piercing and guarded look. I flap my hands at her, brushing aside her suspicion. "I'm not trying to get an angle on you, I'm just trying to figure out how you ended up with this job. You don't seem like you know much about it."

She shakes her head cautiously, and I nod, a little relieved. "Good. The ones who get sent down here by owners... don't always last very long. They burn out, or get hurt. You need to be able to call your own shots in this job, take a rest day when you need it."

I nod my head slightly to indicate the rest of the crew around the room. "Nobody here is going to try to get an angle on you. We're all safer as independents, and we have to be able to trust each other to work together. There's some rules to this job you'll want to learn, that's the first one. Everyone's independent and we like it that way. Accidents happen to the ones who don't respect the rules."

She looks a little unsure at this idea. Native-born Zayiri struggle with this one a little bit. In a city where people are bought and sold as often as loaves of bread, being on the lookout for someone trying to force you into indenture-ship is a necessary survival instinct.

"Just the pit crew though. Us, the display meat. The handlers and other staff, you have to watch them. That's another one of the rules: the rules only apply to us, and we don't talk to others about them." I stared at her intently until she gave a little nod of understanding.

When she does, I relax my gaze and soften my tone. "So how did you end up with this job?"

She blushes and looked down at her half-eaten meal. "I knew... I met someone once, who did this. They said it's not as bad as it looks, that you get used to it, and that the money's good. I need the money, and I think I can do it."

I can't help but give a little chuckle. "And now you're wondering if you're in over your head." She nods.

"Time will tell. There are some old-timers here who started out just like you. If you're made of the right stuff, you'll do okay."

"Have you had any work done?" She looks nonplussed. "On your body, girl. Have you ever had a vivimancer work on you?"

She shakes her head slowly, and I suck my teeth. "They'll probably limit you to penny shows for now. Bondage and dungeon stuff, low budgets and cheap tickets. The pay isn't great, but it'll be all professionals so you'll be in good hands.

"You can make enough to live comfortably on with that stuff, but if you want to get into the hard core monster shows, the right play is to save every coin until you can go to the weird-beards and get a rubber cunt.

"They don't work cheap, but the show-masters usually won't let you sign on for big ticket stuff unless they know your body's been prepared to handle it."

Her eyes slowly get bigger as she processed the words. "Do they... is it really rubber? down there?"

Her naivete gets the better of me and I laugh out loud at the question. "No honey, it's not really rubber. They just magic your body up to make you extra stretchy so you can take rough handling without getting hurt. They can do all kinds of stuff to you if you've got the money. I'm fully custom downstairs, all pleasure, no business. "

"Does everyone get a rubber cunt? Is it required?"

"Well the boys mostly get other parts worked on. I think there's at least one boy with a vagina hanging around still, but I'm not sure I've seen him recently. But no, not everyone. It depends what sort of shows you're interested in.

"I don't know how many shows you've watched but they aren't all about getting crammed full of cock. There's snuff shows, torture shows, tickle shows, all sorts. Most of those are specialty stuff though, smaller audiences paying premium prices, and less demand for crew.

"Some of it takes a lot of money to do, some of the regular performers go through two or three bodies a week, with full-service soul projections and all. The really bloody shit, the audience pays big money for it, and some of them bring an oculus with them. They want to feel sure they're getting the real thing.

"It takes balls of absolute steel to do those shows, more than I've got. The crew that does them, the ghouls, deserve your respect, even if some of them seem creepy."

I return from an unintended distant stare with a little shake of the head. "Anyway, enough about that stuff. What sort of shows do you enjoy?"

She turns beet red and struggles to answer. I pat her shoulder gently. "Aw babe everyone here is some kind of freak, nobody's going to judge you for watching them lick sweat off a horse's balls or whatever. I go to Jane's shows all the time, right Jane?"

Across the room, a red-headed man with luscious full lips and delicate features looks up and gives me a thumbs up. "He's such a vision. He can cum on command, it's really something. He's usually doing shows where he's being hypnotized or mind-slaved. I love when he shuffles around like a zombie. And what a cute butt!"

She tries to speak but only manages a hoarse croak. Screwing up her eyes she tries again. "I saw a lady have sex with a man with a dick as big around as her thigh. She looked like she was about to die from pleasure. I sort of... wished I was her. When he went inside her it looked like she was giving birth, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Does it feel really good?"

I give her a little smile. "If it gets you off then maybe it will. If you want to you can always get yourself modified to make it feel better. Some of the crew gets g-spots in their throats to make sucking dicks more fun. You can tell who because they get horny when they eat.

"If getting stuffed like a turkey sounds hot to you that's a great place to start. Some people tend to settle on the things they're hot for, some people go for stuff they just don't mind doing every day.

"You'll find your thing eventually, whether it's that or something else, but it sounds like a nice stretchy snatch should be your first mod. Once you know what works for you, you can start saving for more dates with the weird-beards.

"The big boy shows always sell well and some of them you could start doing right away without any other mods. They do 'No Tribute' a few times a week--that's a solo show, where they put you in an open ring with a pack of those lion men from up north.

"They chase you around for a while and then round you up and take turns shooting loads in your pussy while you moan and yell for the audience about how you're getting extremely pregnant.

"It's pretty easy, the lion boys get a cut of ticket sales but they do all the work. All you have to do is be able to put on a sexy face while you're being railed by a lion for an hour."

She utters a shaky little sigh and seems to relax a bit. "That doesn't sound too bad I guess..." I shook my head in concurrence. She eyed me up for a moment, working up some nerve. "So... what kind of shows do you do?"

"I do a bunch of stuff, but mostly the 'survival' competitions. They set up a sort of obstacle course and a bunch of us line up and race to be the one to 'escape' while we're being chased by whatever monsters they decide to bring out.

"I'm a ringer, the monsters always catch me early while the fast ones try to escape by tripping each-other to slow down the chasers and whatnot. It's not a bad job. The runners' job is to look desperate and betray each-other to excite the audience and build tension. Mine is just to get fucked til I'm stupid and sloppy so the perverts have something to get off to.

"It's pretty easy honestly, I just find the slimiest monster with the biggest dick, and then I trip right in front of it and squirm and moan while it tries to shove my ovaries up between my lungs. I'm all custom inside, I've got a nice deep slippery cunt that goes all the way up to my neck, so I can take all kinds of dick and feel great. The hardest part is acting like it's a new experience for me every time."

She gulps audibly. "Wow. That sounds... intense. You're really fine with it?"

A languid grin creeps on to my face. "It's not bad. I kind of love it actually. I get off on strangers watching me be the world's biggest slut. I want them to leave knowing that they'll never have sex as good as it looks with me. I like thinking that I'm making a little hole in their hearts that they can never, ever fill."

She raises one eyebrow and regards me with a stare somewhere between admiration and pity. "Wow, that's um... kind of impressive. I guess I know how you ended up working here then."

I chuckle and shake my head. "I ended up here the way a lot of people do. I was broke and I thought I had nothing to lose. I was terrified my first few shows. I think I was more afraid of the audience than of the monsters.

"After I realized that I wasn't going to die though, and started taking in more money than I'd ever seen, I started to feel differently. This job changes everybody. Some people break, some figure out how to make it work for them, some do both."

She looks a little intimidated again. "Shit. I hope I'm one of the lucky ones I guess..."

I nod reassuringly. "Well you're a little kinky, that helps. If you get comfortable with strangers watching you get wrecked, you might do just fine. You'll want to have a range of stuff you're okay with, so try to take note of the things that you don't mind doing even if they don't flip your switch."

I pause for a moment, grinning. "Do you have your first show date yet? Can I come and watch?"

She flushes bright red again. "I... guess so. Are you into girls?"

"Honey I'm into being watched, I don't really care what they're watching me do as long as it's hard and fast and someone's getting off to it. That's not why I'm asking. If you stick around, I want to be able to tease you about your first show!

"... also, some times it's easier when you're new if you know there's someone out there that understands the business and won't treat you like you're a trashy loser freak afterwards."

She nods and looks a little abashed. "Yeah... I guess that would be alright. I'm um... signed on for next Grandday, early afternoon. They're gonna sacrifice me on some dark god's altar. With their dicks, I guess."

"Oh, Myrick does a lot of those, he's a sweetheart. I'll find out if he's on that one and introduce you later. If you tell him you're new he'll go easy on you. Make sure you get a prophylactic before the show though, if you aren't permanently fixed. He really loves to mess a pussy, and he's invested in making a show of it, if you follow me. Oh this is gonna be so cute!"

*****

I'm counting the seconds in my head, keeping rhythm by the slap of my bare feet against the already slippery ground as I run.

I'm ahead of the pack right now, running recklessly, looking ahead just enough to make sure I don't trip earlier than planned. Thirty nine seconds is my time to fall today.

Taunting cries ring from the audience as the first ringer trips and is immediately pounced on by something hot on our heels.

As I near the thirty count, I'm looking ahead at the terrain, and shooting a glance back behind to see what sorts of freaks are coming up behind us.

We're on a raised stone path winding through a strange conjured swampland on either side. Ahead, the path slopes up, and eventually departs the land entirely and stretches like a twisty ribbon into the treetops. The show-master really went for a fanciful nightmare dream-scape theme with this one.

Just ahead, the road arches a little as it crosses over a deeper pool of water, but not a ripple or a lurking shadow in sight.

I turn my head to glance over my shoulder and gauge which of the three or four dog-like quadrupeds that are bounding after us with wildly bobbing erections and bizarre beetle faces is the one I most feel like getting railed by today, when I feel the slimy appendage slap and twist around my ankle, and I stumble and fall. A little ahead of schedule, but it seems like the choice has been made for me.

I give my best intimidated shriek when a vaguely manlike head and shoulders bursts from the pond to loom over me. A dozen more tentacles slither out of the water and across the roadway. Several quickly slide across my body, pinning me down while the monster hauls itself out of the water.

Mostly humanoid, with dark red skin the color of drying blood, the monster has two oversized hands with a dozen fingers each, and its legs turn into short thick tentacles below the knee.

Great... tentacles. I silently pray it's not one of the curious ones.

The creature doesn't seem to be able to stand on its tentacle legs, so it sits itself in the middle of the road, hoisting me into the air by my thighs and wrists as it does so. I give my best stage-struggle and cry for help, even as I look over the man-thing with sincere curiosity. It's not one I've seen before.

The rest of the racers stream past me as my captor ogles me from one big, off-center eye stuffed awkwardly in its misshapen face. Seated, the creature is taller than I would be standing.

It examines the thin gray shift I was given to wear specifically so that it could be lasciviously torn off me by whatever beast would get to have its way with me tonight, then raises its enormous hands to lift the hem and expose my lush, jiggly, professionally-sculpted tits to itself and to the jeering calls and hoots spilling down from the stadium seating all around us.

Its one eye twitches up to meet my gaze and it carefully tears open the front of my shirt, leaving it whole enough to wear but useless for providing any modesty. Not a simple beast then, I note - it's trying to embarrass me. I do a little whimper and attempt futilely to cover my chest, doing my best impression of a shy girl who can't stand to be seen bare.

It doesn't bother making alterations to my tiny briefs, just rips them to shreds. It pulls my thighs up and apart, exposing my privates for public viewing and letting my head droop.

Hearing a wet sound below me, I twist around to look and see a vulva-like orifice in a prominent mound between its thighs opening and disgorging an already mostly-erect penis, patterned with deep ribbing and a thick ridge lined with small knobby nubs. It rapidly stiffens to a rigid upright salute as I watch.

Realizing in a flash I can save myself from what looks likely to be a mildly nauseating tour of tentacles far deeper than I like into my intestines, I thrash violently in the monster's grip until I manage to yank one hand free, and promptly clap it over my anus. I lock my eyes on its pulsing cock, and cry loudly to be spared.

Taking the bait, the man-thing pries my hand away and slowly lowers me into its lap, with what I interpret to be its version of a leering grin fixed on me. A moment later I feel the hot tip of its shaft press between my cheeks and nuzzle my asshole. I do a little squirm, grinding against the menacing shaft while pretending to fight to escape.

Immediately, the monster is pressing me down onto its cock. It eases the first six inches in slowly, then faster for the next six, then pounding the last few into me with a meaty slap of flesh on flesh.

I egg it and the leering audience on, arching my back with a full-throated moan. I don't have the physiology to get off on it, but it feels nice inside me, warm and snugly filling me up.

Even better, this one only goes in so far. Let the tentacles get invasive in my other cavities that won't give me an upset stomach. I relax back against it subtlety and settle in, satisfied that this show will be an easy one.

It lifts me up again, pulling me off its shaft, then lowering me back on with the same slow-then-faster pace, maybe hoping for another salacious cry. I oblige, and we repeat this interplay a few more times. The crowd starts to hoot in earnest.

With the next hoisting, the tentacles holding me aloft spin me around, putting my back to my monster. This time when it thrusts back into my ass, my moan is cut short when its tongue plunges down my throat.

Tentacles pin my wrists to its shoulders, and my ankles to its thighs. Something strong and thick, maybe its strange tentacle legs, clamp around my hips and lift them a few inches, giving it room to thrust its hips into me, and it starts to fuck my ass in earnest.

It thrusts its ridged penis between my cheeks like a trip-hammer, making my whole body tremble and my tits bounce like mad. Two more tentacles slither down my throat, making my neck bulge visibly, and begin alternating thrusts, rutting me as a team.

I feel more tentacles slither up my thighs towards my waiting cunt - finally. I don't doubt that some of the audience has already noticed how wet I am, ready for some real stimulation. Two thin heads part my vulva and press inside me. Another follows soon after, then a fourth, thicker than the others, and they begin to probe deeper inside, squirming and churning in me as if determined to find out where my missing cervix went.

The show is just beginning for me, but the hardest part is already over. I remind myself to tense and struggle and do my best to moan around the thick rope of muscle plugging my throat, but more than anything I feel the eyes on my skin.

Four hundred, no, a thousand, no, ten thousand pairs of lust-stricken eyes sliding over every inch of my naked body, watching this nameless monster invade my flesh like a pleasure doll, simultaneously taking me in every way that the gawkers never will.

Ten thousand feverish losers who will remember this vision of my perfect body ravaged by the sex of this misshapen beast forever. They'll see me in their dreams, tell themselves stories about me, go to their deathbeds with unfulfilled desires still itching. Tomorrow, I won't even remember their longing faces.

Moving my head is mostly out of the question at this point, but as best I can from my position stretched out taut against the monster's chest I let my eyes roam over the crowd. One pair of eyes catch mine, and I stop and meet the gaze. Some goofy looking little man, with his little cock gripped tight in his hand, leering at me and cranking away. I give him my most soulful 'please help me' look, and watch as he explodes on himself.

Soon after, I feel my monster tremble and tense under and around and inside me. Its bony pelvis grinds hard into my ass, shoving every possible margin of cock into my body and holding it there while it throbs and squirts, trying futilely to impregnate my colon. I let my eyelids flutter closed in a mock show of defeat.

The show does not end of course - the race isn't over, barely half the runners have been captured and vigorously penetrated for the audience's entertainment. My monster doesn't disappoint. It barely misses a beat after emptying its first load into my asshole before it starts pumping away at me again.

The little spot of warmth it deposited inside me matches the spots of warmth in my chest from the tiny magic stones lining my lungs, breathing for me since my captor will not permit me to do it for myself.

The tentacles probing the depths of my pussy have squirmed their way all the way up into my chest cavity before one at a time they tense and shudder and pulse inside me. They recover quickly and return to exploring my insides, but they glide easily against my flesh now, slick with ejaculate.

Moments later the knot of tentacles plugging my esophagus follow suit. I can tell from the warm feeling that grows in my breast that the tentacles invading me from below have already met and passed by the ones from above. The beast could hold hands with itself in my rib cage if it wanted to.

I wish the screaming crowd could see what I'm feeling, and the thought pushes me over the edge into my first orgasm.

After that, I stop worrying about maintaining a pretense of innocence. The narrative is satisfied. The ones who understand how the show works are entertained, and the ones who don't are content to imagine me broken, drunk on force-fed cum, beyond the capacity to resist. Now I can be the shameless whore they paid to see. Excitement makes my belly tingle in a whole new way.

The monster humps away tirelessly, squirts a few more loads into me, eventually grows bored with stretching me out over its belly like a fanny pack and slips the tentacles out of my throat suddenly to squirt a few jets of pearly cum across my chest. I look down and admire myself, perky chest rocking rhythmically and glistening with semen.

It releases its grip on my wrist and nudges me to sit up. I feel the thick mess in my throat shift as I do, and I summon a little cough to expel a spattery mouthful of spunk. I spit it up and let it dribble from my open lips onto my chest and lap. The perverts love to see a pit girl dripping with penis cream.

It bucks its hips under me, but most of my body weight is supported on its cock now and it's not getting any deeper inside me that way. I throw my head back and draw a ragged breath to moan out loud, "Oh gods it's so deep... It's too much... Somebody help me, it's breaking me!"

The thickest tentacle squirming up my extra-deluxe extended vaginal canal finally reaches my limit, its tip just visible as a slight bulge in my jugular notch. It probes around for a moment, looking for more, but finding nowhere else to go it changes tactics and pulls back.

A full two feet of thick, veiny tentacle slither back out of my spread cunt, then thrust back inside me at a measured pace, testing my reaction. Lightning tingles race up my spine and across my thighs and belly as it grazes unwittingly against the series of g-spots that line the front wall of my pussy all the way up. Money well spent, it's easier to do this job when it feels this good. My toes involuntarily curl, and I let out a real moan of pleasure this time.

As it pulls back for another full-depth thrust up the length of my torso I spread my knees and grip my inner thighs tightly. I stare down intently, affecting a mix of theatrical horror and genuine fascination as I watch it fill me again.

This time, as the tentacle is pulling back, a second one as thick as the first plunges eagerly into my spread vulva to take its place. I hear myself cry out and watch my knees quiver and thighs twitch involuntarily as another orgasm rips through me.

My monster continues ploughing my snatch as I twitch and jerk in its grip. It prolongs my peak of ecstasy, but it's still over too soon. Opening my eyes I look around hungrily. "Aahh! It's too much I can't... Oh gods, help me I want more. Fuck my pussy! Fuck me! Cum in me!"

Spying a third meaty tentacle hovering nearby I grab it and pull it town to put its tip against my pussy. It quickly joins the party and my lips tingle deliciously, stretched wide by the three wrist-sized members massaging my guts from the inside.

The monster remembers my ass suddenly, and with a sharp buck of its hips it bounces me in the air and lets me crash back into its lap, my own weight driving its cock back home.

After a few more rough tosses my teeth start to rattle, and I quickly plant my feet on the ground astride it to support my weight while it thrusts hungrily into my anus. Its hands find my hips and we reach a compromise, both supporting my weight when it's not pulling me down onto its waiting cock like a bird being spitted.

I throw my head back and cry out at the renewed ferocity, pausing to let it force a grunt out of me with every meaty slap against my cheeks. "Aahh! My ass...! It's all the way... up my ass! It's so deep... fucking me... so hard..."

The tentacles reaming out my snatch find delightful rhythm, one bottoming out in me while the next one thrusts in and the last pulls back. My shrieking moans and my next toe-curling orgasm are no performance, just pure enjoyment as I look out at my army of slavish fans watching my holes getting plugged with such rapt attention they seem to forget to blink.

When the monster spends its next load in me each thrusting head pushes as deep as it can, as if determined not to let its deposit escape my body. With a practiced flex of my throat, I suck its generous triple wad of spunk through the special porous tissue in my esophagus wall and squeeze it up into my mouth.

I fill my cheeks to bulging first, then slowly part my lips and let a thick flow of cum spill down between my tits. From the corners of my eyes I catch several faces in the crowd crinkle up in climax at once.

Looking down, I see the wave of cum roll down over my belly, and start to slide sideways over my hip. I raise my hands and direct it where I want it, down between my thighs to soak my vulva and slicken the tentacles that pumped it into me to begin with.

The results are instant, the constant penetration smoother and sweeter, and the monster picks up its rhythm a little as my flesh yields more fully to its lust. I lick my lips and slowly swallow what's left in my mouth, then let out a breathy moan. "Please, more. I was made for this. I'm your fuck toy. Keep me forever."

I reach up to my chest and smear a handful of cum across one of my tits until it glistens wetly in the light. The rhythmic bouncing of my body halts temporarily as it pulls me down onto its tireless cock and empties another load of jizz into me. I pinch my slicked nipple hard and groan, but it slips out of my fingers when my monster starts bouncing me on its shaft once more.

I moan my heart out, savoring the delicious feeling of its firm flesh plunging in and out of my holes. I lay back against its chest and crane my neck to look up at its eye. I reach up to try to kiss it, and get its long tongue thrusting down my throat instead. Perfect. I caress its neck with one hand and tickle my clit with the other, and rock my hips in time with its thrusts.

Exhaustion starts to creep over me finally after it wrings a few more orgasms from my sweaty, cum-smeared body. I give up the show and just let it pump cum into my snatch until I'm full enough that its deep intrusions push it back out to drip from my labia.

The eyes on my worn out body have dwindled to a few dozen. Many of the crowd have gotten what they wanted and left, and few of the ones who remain are still fishing for consummation.

The race has been over for some time now, the winner (if there was one) long since escaped and the rest of us well and truly dicked down for our apparent competitive failure.

The ushers start to filter through the seats, hurrying along the stragglers to clear the house so the handlers can come get us out of the monsters' clutches and the stage can be reset.

My eye catches on a figure standing at the stage railing, apparently having slipped past the ushers. I recognize her, a dark-eyed devious looking little thing with a fierce grin. I'm starting to think she's a fan of mine.

She gives me an enthusiastic little wave with one hand, and makes a quick lewd gesture towards her face, and the common sign for a polite request. Her other hand is down the front of her pants.

I wink at her, and the next time I feel the monster start to tense inside me I quickly grab one flexing tentacle in each hand as they pull back for a final thrust. The monster seems caught off guard, giving me time to bring them to my face.

The first to blow draws a spattery stripe across my mouth and cheek. I close my eyes as it flexes to hose me with another gout of semen, and put the other one to my lips to slurp its ejaculate down like cheap wine.

By the time it finishes spending itself on my face and I manage to wipe my eyes clear enough to open them, my fan is standing bow-legged, trembling and supporting herself on the rail. She flashes me her big grin and gives a thumbs-up and a sign of thanks once with her slick-fingered other hand.

One of the ushers sternly claps a hand on her shoulder and she starts. I clear my throat huskily and wave to back the robed figure down. "It's fine. Special request performance, it's no trouble. She's just leaving now."

She flashes thank-you at me again, and passes something surreptitiously to the usher and gestures back at me. How considerate, tips are rare when most patrons think you're a one-time act that winds up as monster food after they leave.

I try to stand up, but the monster underneath me grabs my wrists and ankles and pulls me back. The two tentacles I'd commandeered momentarily insistently thrust back inside me, but I'm tired and ready to take a long shower and give my anus a break from the roughly ridged dick that's been mashing it for most of an hour.

I look around to see a handler approaching, and grumble softly, "can I get a little help? this one's being stubborn."

*****

"Hey there miss easy-touch! Did you manage to get all cleaned up?"

The new girl whips around, already starting to flush pink. She nods quickly, and shame and enthusiasm battle on her face. "Yeah... Nice showers here."

I giggle at her. "Yeah, now you know why huh?"

She claps her hand over her face, and after a moment a little laugh slips out.

"You did good girl, for your first time. Work on that acting, but you looked like you didn't even remember the crowd was there, great focus. I don't think anybody noticed the missed lines with how busy you were cumming your brains out."

I sit down next to her and set down my dinner plate, and she sighs. "Thanks. It was... He was good. I've never been that turned on before."

I smirk. "I think you're gonna be a star in no time. What was your payout?"

"Oh! 650 tals! For one night!"

I suck my teeth. "Bargain for more next time. You should have cleared 700 easy with that crowd. You got a stroll on easy street, they won't all be like that.

"If you keep signing up for that show you should get Myrick most of the time. I'm sure he liked you, and you have good chemistry. Just keep in mind the show-master will start busting his chops if he doesn't bust yours a little more.

"He'll want you to swallow a few, and take a couple in the ass. You should practice a little if you can, you'll hate it if you don't prep yourself."

She drops her palms heavily on the table with a thud, clearly starting to accept that you're serious. "Uh... Okay. Practice? How?"

I gesture towards the door to the small crew gymnasium. "There's some toys in there you can use. Wash them first, and after too if you have any manners. If you're not sure how to start, ask one of the boys to help."

"What??" Her voice peaks sharply, and looking startled she clears her throat softly and lowers it. "What, I just... walk over to someone and ask them to... screw me up the butt?"

I give her a deadpan look. "Yes. Maybe use the word 'practice' so they understand what you need, but yes you should do exactly that. This is a job honey, nobody will be surprised. Most of the boys give it and take it, so they'll know how to help and they can give you a taste of the real thing when you're ready."

She covers her face again. "Ugh. I'm going to die of embarrassment down here."

I answer with a dry snicker and a wry look. "Bitch get over it, you're a pit girl now. Your ass is a banquet and everybody and their dog is gonna get to have their share."

She sighs heavily. "Yeah..."

"Did you choose a name yet? I can't keep calling you 'new girl' forever."

She shakes her head slowly. "No... how about 'scaredy cat', or 'girl who doesn't like dicks in her butt'"

"How about 'Easy'?"

She opens a crack between her cupped fingers and glares at me through her hands. "That sucks, I hate it." She pauses for a moment, then adds, "wait, what's your name? I didn't ask."

I smirk at her and pat her on the shoulder. "I'm gonna call you Easy, until you think of something that's better than that. Someone named me Shakey when I first arrived because I was so scared of the crowd I shook during my first show, and I never lived it down, so you should probably think fast before it gets around."

"I think I hate you," she sighs, and I nod. "Yeah. Hating each-other a little bit is part of the job too hon. I think you're gonna be alright here though, if you can get over yourself and go politely ask someone to pork you in the backside."