This was the degrading talent show. I had to perform, I had to be good. I crawled forward, the concrete floor scratching my knees, my gaze fixed on the floor. The men formed a loose circle around me, a silent, predatory audience.
“First act,” Mark announced, like a ringmaster. “Demonstrate your oral skills. Let’s see if that mouth is as useful as your other holes.”
A man stepped forward, stroking his c**k on my face. I knew what was required. Without being told, I leaned forward, taking his hardening length into my mouth. I tried to focus, to use every technique I knew, swirling my tongue, taking him deep, making it good.
“Five out of ten,” a voice said from the circle. “Lacks enthusiasm. She’s just going through the motions.”
“I agree,” another said. “See how she gags? Poor depth cont
