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Speaker 2: TTM Productions presents Into Deep, Episode eleven, Very Deep. I
Speaker 2: didn't know what the Wolfman had planned for me until evening,
Speaker 2: when we got in the car and left San Francisco
Speaker 2: for a nearby town that felt like something straight out
Speaker 2: of the Twilight Zone. The drive was quiet as we
Speaker 2: listened to a podcast about a man running a by
Speaker 2: the hour sex motel, fittingly titled The Sex Motel. I
Speaker 2: wasn't sure why the Wolfman chose this particular podcast, but
Speaker 2: it was entertaining and helped distract us both from the
Speaker 2: underlying tension in the air. We arrived in a parking
Speaker 2: lot of what looked like a two level bar. Cars
Speaker 2: were parked to the max in the lot, and the
Speaker 2: bright lights of this bar illuminated the otherwise isolated area
Speaker 2: of this tiny town. It was the true definition of
Speaker 2: the Boonies, as the bar looked like a secret government
Speaker 2: facility experimenting on aliens. We pulled into the packed parting
Speaker 2: a lot of a two level bar, its bright lights
Speaker 2: illuminating an otherwise isolated corner of the tiny town. Surrounded
Speaker 2: by darkness. The place felt like the definition of the Boonies.
Speaker 2: The bar resembled a secret government facility experimenting on aliens.
Speaker 2: The Wolfman drove the suv with its seats folded down
Speaker 2: for a spacious cargo area to the back of the establishment,
Speaker 2: where a large carport could accommodate at least six cars.
Speaker 2: I looked at him in a bewildered state. Don't worry,
Speaker 2: I know the owner of this establishment very well, he
Speaker 2: said with a smile. We parked and he grabbed a
Speaker 2: small pouch containing something unknown before asking me to join
Speaker 2: him in the back of the suv. Completely in love
Speaker 2: with him, I immediately did as he asked. The cargo
Speaker 2: area was set up with blankets and pillows, which he
Speaker 2: laid out and then told me to get comfortable. Without
Speaker 2: warning or hesitation, he lifted my skirt up, yanked my
Speaker 2: panties off, and said, you won't be needing these anymore tonight.
Speaker 2: I gasped, taken aback by his sudden boldness. His aggressive
Speaker 2: nature sent a thrill through me. Heeding my body with anticipation.
Speaker 2: I could feel the excitement building between us as he
Speaker 2: tossed my panties aside, his eyes filled with a hunger
Speaker 2: that matched my own. He then buried his head in
Speaker 2: my pussy and began licking it like a wolf that
Speaker 2: was fitting of his nickname. It felt so good as
Speaker 2: his licks were hard, forceful, and consistent. It didn't take
Speaker 2: long for me to climax as he kept his head
Speaker 2: down there to slurp it all up. He removed his
Speaker 2: head from my pussy and then laid on his back
Speaker 2: as he then grabbed my hand and took it to
Speaker 2: his cock and told me to stroke it. He locked
Speaker 2: his piercing gaze with mine, his eyes filled with a raw,
Speaker 2: unbridled emotion. I love you, he declared, his voice, unwavering
Speaker 2: and sincere. My breath caught in my throat, Taken aback
Speaker 2: by the intensity of his confession. I wanted to remain strong,
Speaker 2: to resist the pull of his magnetic presence, but I
Speaker 2: could feel my resolve crumbling. Despite my best efforts, I
Speaker 2: found myself losing everything to him, my heart surrendering to
Speaker 2: his gravitational force. In a whisper that barely escaped my
Speaker 2: trembling lips, I replied with a definitive I love you too.
Speaker 2: I continued to stroke his cock as he moaned with pleasure,
Speaker 2: and I increased my grip. The Wolfman then abruptly grabbed
Speaker 2: my head and forced it down to his cock as
Speaker 2: his moans intensified. Yes, that feels so fucking I'm going
Speaker 2: to come, and I want you to swallow it all,
Speaker 2: he said with a howl. I wailingly prepared to yet
Speaker 2: again take his seat down my throat, as my thirst
Speaker 2: for him had only increased as the days passed. With
Speaker 2: a hard tug at my head and a jerk of
Speaker 2: his cock, my mouth filled with his cumb as I
Speaker 2: swallowed with my eyes open so I could see the
Speaker 2: pleasure in his eyes and look at him with his
Speaker 2: eyes closed as he exerted his control over me, and
Speaker 2: I willingly succumbed. We lay together in the back of
Speaker 2: the cargo area, and I realized he hadn't brought me
Speaker 2: this far from the city just to park and have
Speaker 2: oral sex. He had another motive, one I had yet
Speaker 2: to discover. Then he did it again. He pushed me
Speaker 2: to step outside my comfort zone, which gradually became less
Speaker 2: intimidating each time I did it. I need you to
Speaker 2: sniff this, he whispered to me. I shook my head
Speaker 2: no and pushed it away. He then kissed me on
Speaker 2: my forehead and pushed the small tube to my nose.
Speaker 2: I didn't want to, but I couldn't tell him no,
Speaker 2: so I inhaled. This time, I didn't pass out. Instead,
Speaker 2: I felt at ease and relaxed. It was comforting. He
Speaker 2: then again unexpectedly pulled my legs apart and rammed his
Speaker 2: cock inside me as he fucked me hard, pushing my
Speaker 2: ass into the mettle of the cargo area, giving me
Speaker 2: both pleasure and pain at the same time. As my
Speaker 2: body remained relaxed from the drugs. I could see a
Speaker 2: lustful and determined look in his eyes as he continued
Speaker 2: fucking me intensely. I grew excited at the prospect of
Speaker 2: him finally coming inside me. As he tugged at my
Speaker 2: hips To avoid distracting him, I stayed silent, hoping he
Speaker 2: would relax, let go, and finish inside me. Just as
Speaker 2: I wanted and craved, he was getting close and losing control.
Speaker 2: I could feel his energy and desire to take me.
Speaker 2: My hopes were dashed when he suddenly jerked his body
Speaker 2: off mine and shot his load off to the left
Speaker 2: of my body. Why wouldn't he come in me, I
Speaker 2: asked myself. A deeper question I had was why I
Speaker 2: wanted him to do that. After letting his pleasure simmer down,
Speaker 2: he took the tube to his nose and sniffed before
Speaker 2: putting it to mine as I again sniffed. At this point,
Speaker 2: I was unaware as to why I would need to
Speaker 2: feel total relaxation, but that reason was about to become
Speaker 2: very apparent as I was about to take a giant
Speaker 2: leap of faith.
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Speaker 2: As we lay in the cargo area, still feeling the
Speaker 2: lingering effects of being high, the Wolfman asked me to
Speaker 2: relive the moment I was completely naked in public or
Speaker 2: in front of strangers. Please describe how you felt the
Speaker 2: very first time that happened, he said. I still remember
Speaker 2: the first time I had to undress in front of
Speaker 2: the other girls after gym class, my hands shaking slightly
Speaker 2: as I slowly peeled off my sweaty clothes. I could
Speaker 2: feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Sure that everyone was
Speaker 2: staring at my naked body, judging every flaw and imperfection.
Speaker 2: As I stepped into the shower, I couldn't help but
Speaker 2: sneak glances at the other girls, comparing their curves and
Speaker 2: breasts to my own. The hot water cascaded over my
Speaker 2: skin as I watched them lather their bodies, tracing the
Speaker 2: paths of soap bubbles as they ran down their backs
Speaker 2: and between their thighs. I wondered if they were looking
Speaker 2: at me too, analyzing my developing body with critical eyes.
Speaker 2: After the shower, I would stand in front of the mirror,
Speaker 2: examining every inch of my naked form, pinching at the
Speaker 2: soft flesh of my belly and thighs, wishing I looked
Speaker 2: more like the other girls. I hated having to strip
Speaker 2: down every day, feeling so exposed and vulnerable, convinced I
Speaker 2: could never be as sexy or desirable as they were
Speaker 2: in their nudity. But then one day, as I was
Speaker 2: drying off, one of the girls complimented me on my body,
Speaker 2: saying how pretty my breasts were. I felt a warmth
Speaker 2: spread through me that had nothing to do with the shower.
Speaker 2: Maybe I wasn't different after all, Maybe I could learn
Speaker 2: to appreciate my own unique beauty, even if it wasn't
Speaker 2: the same as theirs. The Wolfman nodded as he heard
Speaker 2: my story. He then asked, so, after you started looking
Speaker 2: at strippers in a more favorable way, what was the
Speaker 2: main reason you kept going to see utter Cup and
Speaker 2: other girls take their clothes off. I took a few
Speaker 2: seconds to gather my thoughts and then answered. At first,
Speaker 2: I was intrigued by the psychology behind how some women
Speaker 2: could shed their clothes in front of strangers without an
Speaker 2: ounce of fear or self consciousness. But as I watched
Speaker 2: the stripper named Buttercup work the stage, I realized there
Speaker 2: was so much more to.
Speaker 1: It than that.
Speaker 2: She didn't just take off her clothes. She made love
Speaker 2: to that pole, her body undulating in a sensual dance
Speaker 2: that held the crowd utterly captivated. Her hands roamed across
Speaker 2: her curves, caressing her breasts and dipping between her thighs,
Speaker 2: each touch a promise of pleasure that had every man
Speaker 2: in the room panting for more. I watched, mesmerized as
Speaker 2: she wielded her naked body like a weapon, reducing grown
Speaker 2: men to putty in her hands. The way they gazed
Speaker 2: at her with naked lust and longing. She had a
Speaker 2: power over them that went beyond mere physical attraction. It
Speaker 2: was psychological, almost primal, the way she could make them
Speaker 2: feel and desire with just a look or a touch.
Speaker 2: I found myself longing to understand that power, to someday
Speaker 2: be able to harness it. For myself to stand naked
Speaker 2: and unashamed before a crowd of men, knowing I could
Speaker 2: bend them to my will with nothing more than my
Speaker 2: body and my sheer force of presence. The thought sent
Speaker 2: a thrill through me, a heady mix of fear and
Speaker 2: fascination that I couldn't shake. The Wolfman reached into his
Speaker 2: pocket and pulled out a silky blindfold, handing it to
Speaker 2: me with a mysterious smile. Put this on, he instructed,
Speaker 2: his voice, low and seductive, I have a surprise for you.
Speaker 2: My heart raised with anticipation as I slid the blindfold
Speaker 2: over my eyes, plunging myself into darkness. I felt the
Speaker 2: Wolfman take my hand and leading me out of the
Speaker 2: car and into an unknown building. The air was cool
Speaker 2: and scented with a mix of perfume and alcohol, and
Speaker 2: I could hear the low murmur of voices and the
Speaker 2: clink of glasses all around me. Welcome to my kingdom,
Speaker 2: the Wolfman whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
Speaker 2: This is my establishment, a place where fantasies come to life,
Speaker 2: and tonight it's your turn to take the stage. I
Speaker 2: felt a thrill of excitement mixed with fear as I
Speaker 2: realized what he was asking of me. You want me
Speaker 2: to strip here in front of all these strangers, I asked,
Speaker 2: my voice shaking slightly. Yes, my dear, he heard, his
Speaker 2: hands trailing over my body. I'm giving you a safe
Speaker 2: and controlled way to live out your deepest desires, to
Speaker 2: feel the rush of power that comes with bearing yourself
Speaker 2: before an audience. This is your chance to help me
Speaker 2: change the world, one dance.
Speaker 1: At a time.
Speaker 2: I took a deep breath, my body trembling with nerves
Speaker 2: and anticipation. I knew that this was it, the moment
Speaker 2: I had been waiting for the chance to finally understand
Speaker 2: the psychology of stripping and the thrill of wielding my
Speaker 2: body like a weapon. And with the Wolfman by my side,
Speaker 2: I felt ready for anything. I want you to walk
Speaker 2: around the establishment and get to know the crowd and
Speaker 2: the surroundings before you go on stage, he said. It's
Speaker 2: important to know who your audience is. He added mysteriously,
Speaker 2: I grabbed the mask and immediately put it on. I
Speaker 2: knew if I thought about it too long, I wouldn't
Speaker 2: do it without knowing what lay ahead or the consequences
Speaker 2: of my actions. I stepped blindly into the unknown. As
Speaker 2: I glanced back, the Wolfman smiled at me with approval.
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Speaker 2: questions or comments. The mask clung to my face. The
Speaker 2: world tinted and narrowed, my senses sharp and raw. I
Speaker 2: could feel every whisper of air against my thighs. The
Speaker 2: tight red top hugging my breasts, the short black skirt
Speaker 2: barely concealing how exposed I truly was. No panties, just smooth,
Speaker 2: tingling skin, slick with nerves and anticipation. My heels clicked
Speaker 2: along the glossy marble as I descended the sweeping staircase
Speaker 2: into the main bar, the sound of laughter and clinking
Speaker 2: drinks mingled with the hypnotic pulse of music that filled
Speaker 2: the air, vibrating through my bones.
Speaker 1: Men.
Speaker 2: So many men flooded the casino floor, their eyes hungry
Speaker 2: and alive, but behaving better than I'd expected. It was
Speaker 2: male dominant testosterone, thick enough to almost taste, but there
Speaker 2: was no pushing, no grabbing, no vulgarity, just a collective lust,
Speaker 2: politely contained. The interior was stunning, more Monte Carlo than
Speaker 2: back Alley. Seedy slot machines blinked and chimed along one wall,
Speaker 2: the soft jangle of coins punctuating the air. A ring
Speaker 2: of velvet roped blackjack and poker tables drew a quieter,
Speaker 2: more focused crowd above us. Perched on a gleaming gold
Speaker 2: trim stage, a lone dancer twisted around a chrome pole,
Speaker 2: skirt bunched at her waist, naked breasts bouncing with every
Speaker 2: calculated arch of her back. Her panties hit the floor
Speaker 2: to a roar of applause. Men showered her with bills,
Speaker 2: splashes of green filling the air like confetti. She drank
Speaker 2: in their attention, letting it fuel her slow, confident undressing.
Speaker 2: Despite the raunchy display, it was immaculate. The blue velvet,
Speaker 2: the crystal chandeliers sparkling against polished brass, the staff gliding
Speaker 2: through the room with silent efficiency. Here, sin and decadence
Speaker 2: were art forms, not excuses for chaos. For all the opulence, though,
Speaker 2: something even more intoxicating shimmered beneath the surface control. This
Speaker 2: was a place where access was celebrated, but respect was enforced.
Speaker 2: A secret pride bloomed low in my belly as I
Speaker 2: realized just how high class all of this was. The
Speaker 2: Wolfman hadn't just built a den of iniquity. He had
Speaker 2: created a temple to pleasure, one where performers and customers
Speaker 2: alike followed the same sacred rules. It was erotic, intimidating,
Speaker 2: and dazzling, all at once, and tonight by his command,
Speaker 2: I was about to become the show. The wolfman told
Speaker 2: me that I would know when it was my turn
Speaker 2: to hit the stage when an announcement was made for
Speaker 2: all patrons to cease all other activities and focus on
Speaker 2: the stage. He told me that I would hear that announcement,
Speaker 2: followed by one asking a special guest to step up
Speaker 2: to the stage. He wanted my first time undressing at
Speaker 2: the pole to feel special, making sure the entire room's
Speaker 2: attention was on me. I proceeded to walk around the club,
Speaker 2: and several men offered me drinks and invitations to leave
Speaker 2: with them. Some offered money, others made promises that I
Speaker 2: would be taken care of forever by them. It was
Speaker 2: flattering and they were respectful, but I knew it was empty,
Speaker 2: as men make promises they can't keep when trying to
Speaker 2: get pussy. All were respectful, except one who came at
Speaker 2: me aggressively and wouldn't take no for an answer. As
Speaker 2: I made my way through the crowded bar, a man
Speaker 2: stepped into my path, his eyes gleaming with desire as
Speaker 2: he looked me up and down. Hey, there, gorgeous, he murmured,
Speaker 2: his voice low and suggestive. How about you ditch this
Speaker 2: place and come with me? Instead, I'll make it worth
Speaker 2: your while. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against
Speaker 2: my ear as he began to describe in explicit detail
Speaker 2: what he wanted to do to me. First, I'd nibble
Speaker 2: on those pretty nipples of yours, he whispered, making me
Speaker 2: shiver despite myself. Then I'd slide my fingers deep inside
Speaker 2: that sweet little pussy, stroking you until you're dripping wet
Speaker 2: and begging for more. My breath caught in my throat
Speaker 2: as he continued his words, painting a vivid picture in
Speaker 2: my mind. And then I'd bury my face between your thighs,
Speaker 2: licking and sucking on your clit until you're writhing beneath me,
Speaker 2: screaming my name as you come over and over again.
Speaker 2: Despite my initial repulsion, I couldn't deny the heat that
Speaker 2: was spreading through my body, his words igniting a fire
Speaker 2: in my core. Please, I found myself whimpering. I need
Speaker 2: you to fuck me hard and deep, I teased, as
Speaker 2: I had no intention of it happening, but wanted him
Speaker 2: to feel the heat. That's it, baby, he growled. Beg
Speaker 2: for it, beg for my cock. He was about to
Speaker 2: suggest that I bend over so he could put it
Speaker 2: in when suddenly a burly security guard appeared at his side,
Speaker 2: looking stern. I'm going to have to ask you to
Speaker 2: leave the lady alone, sir, he said, firmly, grasping the
Speaker 2: man's arm and pulling him away from me. At that moment,
Speaker 2: an announcement echoed through the bar, instructing everyone to gather
Speaker 2: around the stage in anticipation of a special guest. My
Speaker 2: heart leapt into my throat as I realized that was
Speaker 2: my cue. Taking a deep breath, I began to walk
Speaker 2: towards the stage, ready to give the performance of a lifetime.
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Speaker 2: My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out the hush
Speaker 2: that fell over the crowd. Each step toward that raised,
Speaker 2: spot lit platform felt like a mile, my movements both
Speaker 2: too swift and agonizingly slow. I was hyper aware of
Speaker 2: every set of eyes, some curious others hungry tracking my progress,
Speaker 2: the weight of their anticipation heavy on my skin. Suddenly
Speaker 2: I was young again, standing frozen in the gym locker room,
Speaker 2: clutching my towel like a lifeline as I faced the
Speaker 2: rows of lockers and the other girl's unconcerned nudity. The
Speaker 2: same choking vulnerability, the same urge to run and hide,
Speaker 2: slammed into me for a heartbeat. I nearly obeyed it,
Speaker 2: nearly spun on my heel and fled not just the
Speaker 2: stage but the entire bar. But then I remembered the
Speaker 2: Wolfman's faith in me, the promise I'd made. We were
Speaker 2: in this together, and I couldn't wouldn't let him down.
Speaker 2: My love for him was a warm, solid thing, a
Speaker 2: weight that anchored me, kept me from bolting. I latched
Speaker 2: onto the memory of his eyes, his voice, let them
Speaker 2: pull me back from the edge. As I neared the
Speaker 2: base of the stage, a new sensation prickled over my skin,
Speaker 2: cutting through the remembered shame. My body hummed with an electric,
Speaker 2: sensitized awareness, my nipples tightening, my pussy growing slick and achy,
Speaker 2: so many strangers lusting for me, soon to be driven
Speaker 2: wild by nothing but my nakedness, my dance. The thought
Speaker 2: was terrifying, yes, but also darkly, deliciously thrilling. I felt powerful, desired,
Speaker 2: and above all ready and then I was there, poised
Speaker 2: at the edge of the stage, the pole cool and
Speaker 2: inviting inches from my fingertips. I looked out at the crowd,
Speaker 2: their faces wrapped and eager behind the safety of my mask.
Speaker 2: This was it, the moment I dreamed of, the moment
Speaker 2: my whole life had been leading to. It seemed I
Speaker 2: was the goddess, the queen, and they were my subjects,
Speaker 2: my playthings. For the first time in my life, I
Speaker 2: was truly utterly in control. Taking a deep, steadying breath,
Speaker 2: I reached for the pole and began to dance. The
Speaker 2: only thing that had been missing suddenly appeared. The Wolfman
Speaker 2: took his position front and center, watching me intently as
Speaker 2: I prepared to live out my dream. The music blared
Speaker 2: through the speakers, while the lights dimmed everywhere except the
Speaker 2: brightly lit stage. As I began to dance around the pole,
Speaker 2: I could feel the eyes of every man in the
Speaker 2: crowd on me, drinking in the sight of my body
Speaker 2: as I moved. The attention was like a drug, heady
Speaker 2: and intoxicating, and I found myself getting lost in the sensation,
Speaker 2: my hips undulating to the beat of the music. Slowly,
Speaker 2: I reached up and began to unbutton my top, letting
Speaker 2: it slip down my shoulders and fall to the stage,
Speaker 2: revealing the lacy bra underneath. As I walked around the stage,
Speaker 2: my eyes were drawn to one man in particular, his
Speaker 2: cock visibly hard through his pants as he stared at
Speaker 2: me with naked hunger. I felt a thrill of excitement
Speaker 2: mixed with insecurity as I contemplated the next step, removing
Speaker 2: my bra and exposing my breasts to the crowd. But
Speaker 2: the thought of all those men lusting after me, desperate
Speaker 2: for a glimpse of my naked body, was too tempting
Speaker 2: to resist. With trembling hands, I reached behind my back
Speaker 2: and unhooked my braw, letting it slide down my arms
Speaker 2: and fall away. The moment my breasts were exposed, I
Speaker 2: heard a collective intake of breath from the crowd, and
Speaker 2: I saw the men's eyes go dark with desire, like
Speaker 2: hungry animals ready to pounce. Emboldened by their reaction, I
Speaker 2: reached up and grabbed my breasts, pushing them together and
Speaker 2: bending over to give the crowd a better view. I
Speaker 2: could feel their eyes on me, hot and intense, and
Speaker 2: it only fueled my desire to keep going. I glanced
Speaker 2: over at the wolfman, who was watching from the sidelines,
Speaker 2: and saw him nod in approval, a small smile playing
Speaker 2: at his lips. With a burst of confidence, I reached
Speaker 2: down and slowly slid my skirt down my hips, letting
Speaker 2: it pool at my feet as I stepped out of it,
Speaker 2: completely naked except for my mask. The moment my pussy
Speaker 2: was exposed, I felt a rush of heat wash over me,
Speaker 2: as if the gaze of a hundred men and women
Speaker 2: was a physical caress, setting my skin on fire. I
Speaker 2: danced around the pole, lost in the sensation, feeling more
Speaker 2: alive and powerful than I ever had before. As the
Speaker 2: music reached its crescendo, I spun around the pole one
Speaker 2: last time, my head thrown back in ecstasy. And then
Speaker 2: as the final notes faded away, the Wolfman jumped onto
Speaker 2: the stage, wrapping me in a robe and pulling me
Speaker 2: close as the crowd erupted in cheers and applause, the
Speaker 2: sound washing over me like a wave of pure, unadulterated approval.
Speaker 2: That was the moment that I'll never forget. It was
Speaker 2: bigger than getting my degree. This was my true calling,
Speaker 2: and I was instantly hooked. All of this was just
Speaker 2: a fantasy. Though I had patience that depended on me.
Speaker 2: I couldn't do this forever. I had to get a
Speaker 2: grip on reality. My primary issue, aside from being addicted,
Speaker 2: was that I had a new patient who needed me
Speaker 2: the most, and I couldn't let him down. I would
Speaker 2: do anything to help and please the Wolfman. That was amazing,
Speaker 2: my love. The Wolfman said, now, let's go change the world.
Speaker 2: I didn't quite yet know what that meant, but I
Speaker 2: knew my world was changing and I was going to
Speaker 2: get it.
Speaker 3: Stuck in deeply, what is yours? What are you willing
Speaker 3: to give?
Speaker 1: Two get? I can see you, I know you can
Speaker 1: see me.
Speaker 3: Just go ahead and open yourself up to me. What
Speaker 3: is you? Do it?
Speaker 1: Do it?
Speaker 3: Everyone has a price, what is yours?
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