![]() ![]() ![]() You are here for one purpose only, to pleasure not to be pleasured. Always say yes to anything that any man wants to do to you. Always make sure you are using your plugs after you have been used and filled. Always wear your collar, it has your number on it so we can identify who you are. We have 3 rules here at Level 9 for you whores to follow. I stood there in my underwear and he went and found a couple of plugs, lube and a collar. He roughly pulled my blouse off and cut my skirt off from my body. I was so horrified by what I had seen and what he was doing to me that I couldn’t move. “Now you see, this is what we have to hide.” He winked and began to strip me. What had I signed up for? The man who had led me he turned me around to face him. Others were spread across desks, and a few men played with their body, pushing plugs and all sorts into their holes. I looked around, and saw more women, some bent over and taking a man into them from behind. Several women were on their knees, naked, servicing fully suited men, sometimes two of them were on one man. But I feasted my eyes on the many acts occurring. ![]() He put in yet another code for this door and it opened. There was another door in front, which seemed to lead into an office, but I wasn’t sure. As the door behind us closed, the lights slowly came one, glowing amber illuminating the room. He typed in the code for the door lock and it popped open, the musky smell of aftershave and booze wafted out slightly. I blushed and tried to move away from his hand. And that is so that we can hid what actually happens on the 9th floor.” I looked at him, puzzled, but he just winked at me and squeezed my ass slightly. “Ah, you see we have all this on show so that when customers or inspectors come round they think this floor is empty and being renovated. “So is the floor being renovated or something? I was told that im meant to be working up here?” I asked. He led me towards a small looking office that had a maintenance sign hung over the door. Which I thought was rather forward of him. “That’s me” I went to shake his hand but instead he reached around my waist and began to guide me forwards. ![]()
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