Surprise Visit to the Slave Quarters

I slip through the dark like it owes me money. Lights out. Door cracked. They know I'm coming, sure, but they don't know what I'm bringing. Blue's off the clock tonight, so red catches every eye in the room. We yank the Upper Floor girls in, bind their wrists, and shove them against the wall so they can't look away. Then Maestro steps in, hard already, and drives straight into red's ass. She gasps, takes it, hips snapping back like she needs more. We hold her steady while he pounds deeper, each thrust ringing off the walls. Red's legs start to shake. We yank her aside, slap cuffs on, and drag Cox and Snow into the light. They drop to their knees, mouths open, taking turns swallowing Maestro down while red watches from the floor, punished for slowing down. Sweat, spit, skin slapping skin. The bound girls can't turn their heads, forced to see every inch disappear and reappear, glistening. No mercy, no breaks. Just the wet rhythm of bodies working overtime until the whole room stinks of sex and surrender.