Honey Detour

The event at the bar didn't start until 10 in the evening. That left Fiona with ample time to mentally prepare and relax before then. Much to her relief, Bridgette seemed content to leave her piercings inactive, at least for the time being, giving Fiona some much needed time to herself without intrusion.

After her trip into the city and her work shift yesterday, she was perfectly happy to spend the day lounging about the house. She had made plans to play Changing Winds with her friends Jade, Corey and Riley after lunch, but with a couple hours until then she was occupying her time reading on the couch.

Occasionally James would walk through the room to the kitchen to grab some water or a snack. He was still fully nude, and more often than not sporting an erection. Fiona could have confined herself to her room and give him some privacy, but at the end of the day she lived here too. He had gotten himself into this mess with whatever went on between him and Bridgette, and if he was going to be stuck like this he might as well get used to it.

Truthfully, Fiona was a little upset with him. She would have helped him with the competition card if he asked, even if she wouldn't have been thrilled about it. Instead, he sought help from the one person Fiona would prefer to have as little contact with as possible. James knew how she felt about Bridgette too, which made the perceived betrayal of trust feel all the worse.

James likely thought he was doing her a favor by avoiding involving Fiona in the card unnecessarily. She knew she should talk to him about it, but as long as there was no imminent need to think about app she would prefer to put it out of mind whenever possible.

She was mulling all this over when she received a text on her phone. Her immediate though was that it was from Bridgette, ready to unleash some fresh torment on her. Thankfully, it turned out to be from Simone.

Hey, you free at the moment?

Sure, what's up? Fiona replied.

A moment later and her phone was ringing. Fiona put her book down on the table by the couch and headed into her room to answer the call.

"Hey," Fiona said.

"I figured this might be easier over the phone," Simone began.

"What would be easier?"

"Well, I've noticed some... I don't know, changes with you the last few days."

Fiona didn't respond. Even with the cards that made the most obvious changes to her appearance unnoticed by others, she knew her behavior had been completely out of character. It would have been more surprising if Simone hadn't picked up on something going on with her.

"I guess I just wanted to check in with you, make sure you're doing ok. But also, there was something I wanted to ask you."

"I'm fine, more or less," Fiona said, maybe a little more dismissively than she intended. "What did you want to ask?"

She heard Simone let out a deep breath on the other end of the line.

"Are you a player?" she asked.

Fiona was stunned. Immediately, her mind went to the worst case scenario. Had she somehow involved Simone in the game as well? She had tried to be careful whenever she checked the app around her, but thinking back, Simone could have easily caught a glimpse at some point in the city yesterday.

"I don't know what you mean," Fiona eventually managed.

"You haven't had some weird app download itself on your phone?"

"Shit." Fiona didn't mean to say that out loud, it had just slipped out. "Simone, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean -"

Simone cut her off before she could continue. "What are you apologizing for?"

"Did I... I didn't mean to involve you in this."

"What? You didn't involve me in anything."

Fiona closed her eyes and slumped down onto her bed, trying to collect her thoughts. Her mind was racing, only furthering her confusion.

"Hold on. What exactly are you talking about?"

"You are a player, right? I can't talk about this otherwise," Simone said.

"Yes, I am," Fiona eventually managed. Her heart was hammering in her chest. Simone clearly knew about this somehow, but if it wasn't because of her, then how?

"Ah, I thought so. Don't worry, you didn't invite me."

"You're talking about Altered Reality, right?"

"Yeah, I've had it for a few months."

"What? How did you get it?" Fiona asked. They had been working together all that time, but nothing about Simone had given away that she was involved with the app.

"Honestly, I don't know. I assume through someone I know, but it just appeared on my phone one day."

"Huh." At the very least, it wasn't Fiona's fault for once. And if Simone had been using the app all that time, maybe she had more information about it.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out. I just noticed what's been going on between you and Bridgette and connected the dots. Did she invite you?"

"Uh, not exactly."

When Simone didn't respond immediately, Fiona realized she was waiting for an explanation

"I invited her," Fiona said eventually.

"You didn't." It sounded like Simone was fighting back laughter.

"Look, I was mad at her and I had to invite someone."

"I'm guessing your roommate is a player too?"

"He was an accident," Fiona said quickly, eager to not make herself seem any more careless to Simone.

"Right. When did you get the app?"

"Around a week ago, I guess."

"Oh, the first week can be tough."

"I'd say you have no idea, but I guess you probably do."

"You have no idea. Look, I just wanted to make sure you're doing alright, and let you know I'm here if you need to talk. We can meet up later in the week if you want?"

"Honestly, I'd really like that." The thought of having someone who wasn't James or Bridgette to talk to about this, especially with more experience than any of them was a huge comfort.

"No problem. Also, I saw the event happening at work tonight. I'm assuming you're going?"

"Not exactly by choice."

"What role did you pick."

"Artwork. Also not by choice."

"Well, I wouldn't peg you as a performer." Simone sounded like she was saying that as much to herself as Fiona

"You've done this before?" Fiona asked.

"Something similar at least. I'll be there too, but as a moderator to make sure everything runs smoothly."

"That wasn't one of the options for me."

"Perks of experience. Don't worry, I'll do my best to look out for you. Besides, who knows, you might have fun."

Fiona wasn't sure she bought that. Given Bridgette's involvement, she was convinced whatever happened would involve no small amount of humiliation.

"Anyway, I've got to run. Just wanted to chat before the event, but I'll see you tonight?"

"Sure, I'll see you then."

Fiona immediately felt better about the event knowing Simone would be there. Maybe James could have offered some small comfort despite her being mad at him, but if they were expected to compete in another game she doubted he'd be in a position to offer much support.

Even so, that wasn't enough to completely eliminate any anxiety she felt towards it. She still knew far too little. From the minimal information she gleaned from the event's description, she assumed it would be something between an art gallery opening and masquerade party, no doubt with an overtly sexual tone.

This didn't tell her anything about what she would be expected to do, however. She asked Fluffy, but all it did was echo the refrain of "It'll be more fun if it's a surprise." Typically unhelpful, as usual. Instead, Fiona went about trying to convince herself it was better that she not know, simply so she didn't have any specifics to stress about.

Realizing she was unlikely to accomplish anything more by worrying about it, she sat down at her desk and booted up her computer. Jade, Corey and Riley were already hanging out on an audio call program they used when gaming, waiting for her.

"Hey, sorry I lost track of time a bit," Fiona said as she joined the call.

"No worries, we only just logged on," Jade replied.

"Thank god, I don't think I could have survived another second with these two alone," Riley said.

"You've been here for a whole three minutes," Corey said with mock indignation.

"Yeah, and that was two too many."

Jade played a tank in Changing Winds, which matched her role as the de facto leader of their group since they were all connected through her. Corey apparently played whatever variation of "guy with big sword" existed in any game he played, and here it was no different. That left the role of ranged DPS and support to Riley and Fiona respectively.

It didn't take long for them to settle into a familiar rhythm, running dungeons as they bantered back and forth. Fiona was feeling a bit more reserved than she usually would, the stress of the week in stark contrast to the carefree attitude of her friends.

Still, she quickly found herself laughing along as Riley teased Corey and Jade whenever their real life affections towards one another collided with the game mechanics. Jade would always prioritize keeping Corey alive, even if it meant allowing their healer to drop, which always caused issues in the tougher game content, even if it was amusing.

Riley, for her part, was perfectly happy to tease them both relentlessly whenever a particularly poor decision was made, quickly infecting Fiona with her positive outlook. They were making decent progress too, despite the occasional setback. Fiona had scored herself a new staff, and the rest of them had come away with a couple new pieces of armor and trinkets.

Eventually Corey and Jade had to log off. They were having some friends over for dinner and needed time to prepare. That left just Riley and Fiona alone.

"Where have you been, anyway? We haven't seen much of you lately," Riley asked.

"I've had a busy week," Fiona replied, deliberately cryptic.

"I feel that. Work has been killing me."

"You still doing video editing?"

"Mostly, just as a freelancer for now though. Had some other things on my mind lately."

It seemed Riley was being cryptic too. They weren't nearly as close with one another as they were with Jade, so it wasn't unusual, but after gaming together for a few months they had developed enough of a friendship to survive without the presence of Jade.

"Are you still working at the bar?" Riley asked.

"Mhm," Fiona replied, her tone making it perfectly clear how she felt about that.

"Looking for anything else?"

"I should, but no."

"Well, I'm sure you could find something in psychology if you wanted. As long as people don't start turning to AI for therapy."

"Honestly, things might be headed that way."

"Yeah, I couldn't imagine relying on a robot to sort my shit out, but what do I know."

Fiona chuckled at that. "At least it's free."

"Gotta get paid somehow, though. We really should meet up for a coffee, by the way."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, I've been such a homebody lately."

"No pressure, but now I'm freelance I have a lot more free time if you wanted to."

Riley had been suggesting a meetup for a while, and the guilt of constantly blowing her off was starting to eat at Fiona. To Riley's credit, Fiona's constant dodging and refusals hadn't perturbed her at all.

"No, I'd like to, it's just finding the time and energy."

"If I set a time and a place, would that make it easier?"

"Probably." Fiona knew she had a much easier time declining indeterminate plans than when someone had put the time and effort into actually organizing something. She'd avoided meeting Riley for long enough, but at this point in her life having some real human connections beyond James and work would probably only be a good thing.

"Alright, just give me your number and I'll organize something."

They exchanged contact information before Riley had to log off too. Fiona didn't consider herself particularly good around new people, and even though she'd known Riley for a while through their online interactions she still felt a pang of nervousness.

Still, nothing was set in stone, and if she was really struggling by the time Riley had organized something she was sure Riley would understand if she turned the invite down, even if it meant living with a little more guilt. Really, she should just resolve to meet with the girl, but she could cross that bridge when it came up.

Fiona checked the time. It had flown past while she'd been playing Changing Winds; it was already past 8 in the evening, leaving her with less than two hours before she was expected to be at work for the event. Checking her phone, she also noticed a text from Bridgette instructing her to arrive 15 minutes early to get prepared, whatever that meant.

With little else to do and not enough instruction to know how she should be preparing, she decided she better talk to James. She'd avoided talking to him since this morning, but they were about to be in this together, whatever this was. She also knew she should at least check in with him about how he was coping with the nudity card.

Remembering about the cards James had collected affecting his speech, she gave herself a once over in her wardrobe mirror, checking to make sure nothing about her appearance was particularly provocative. Even in an oversized shirt her enlarged breasts were readily apparent, but there was little she could do about that. At least her piercings and plug weren't visible.

She found James sitting at the kitchen table eating some fried rice, still entirely nude. He glanced up from his meal as she entered the room before quickly looking back down to his plate, a slight blush playing at his features.

"There's some extra if you're hungry," he said without looking up.

"Thanks."

Fiona grabbed herself a plate and sat opposite him. From this position, all she could see of him was his chest and head, which she found preferable to seeing whatever was beneath the table. She could only assume James would appreciate the relative level of privacy as well.

"So," she began, "are you alright? You know, with... this." She indicated towards his body.

"It could be worse. It's just... as long as you don't think it's inappropriate."

"I mean, it is, obviously, but you don't really have a choice, right?"

For a moment they sat in silence, avoiding eye contact while eating their meals. Fiona was the first to break it, although not intentionally. She had her fork halfway to her mouth when she burst out laughing. James initially flushed in response, but soon he had joined her. When they finally calmed down, Fiona was the first to speak.

"This is so absurd," she said, a little out of breath.

"Yep," James said. His mood had visibly improved, but the embarrassment hadn't entirely left him.

"How are you meant to get changed?"

"I have about a minute to get dressed before the itchiness gets to be too much."

"Huh. At least you won't have to change outside the door."

"I suppose."

"Well, whatever, I can deal with this as long as you're fine with it."

"I might buy my way out of this one, or at least downgrade it."

"I probably would too, honestly. Although I'm not forced to make any inappropriate comments about your appearance."

"Shut up," he said with a slight smile.

"So, do you know anything about the event?"

"Nothing more than you. Bridgette just said she thinks it'll be fun."

"Ok, so does she know something about it?"

"I don't think so. She's already level four, so I'm guessing she got the same info as you did."

"How..." Fiona muttered, before remembering she had likely been feeding Bridgette experience through the Taskmaster card in addition to whatever she'd been doing every day for the app as well.

"We're going to find out one way or another anyway," he said.

"I guess. Still would have been nice to know what we are getting into."

"About the competition," James began.

"Yes?"

"I don't really want to lose."

"Me neither."

"That's fine, just... I guess I wanted to tell you."

"Well, thanks. I get it, I'm not expecting you to throw it for me."

"I just wanted to make sure there's no hard feelings."

"I'm not thrilled about you using Bridgette for the competition card, but I'm not going to hold anything that happens at the event against you."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I just thought you'd rather not be involved with that, since someone has to lose. Might as well save you from the extra cards. And since Bridgette offered to help..."

"I don't exactly trust her," Fiona said with a frown.

"I know you don't get along, but she's not actually that bad. She's got her own stuff going on, and it's not like she asked to be involved in the game either."

"Are you defending her?" Fiona said, a hint of outrage creeping into her voice.

"No, I'm just saying there's two sides to every story, and she's stuck in this just like us."

"Whatever, I don't want to talk about her. You can do whatever you want with her, just make sure it doesn't get in the way of our friendship."

"Deal," James said.

Chapter 32

James and Fiona walked over to The Midnight Tipple together. Without really knowing what they were in for, both opted to dress casually. Fiona wore a simple halter top and the jeans she had been planning on wearing to work yesterday, as well as her new cardigan to fight off the night's chill. James had to do a mad rush to clothe himself in a T-shirt and jeans by the front door before the itching got too intense, putting on a jumper and his shoes outside.

Bridgette had sent them a text letting them know she had masks and outfits for both of them so they didn't need to worry about that. With little other information, all they could do was arrive and find out exactly what the event was, and what was in store for them.

Arriving at the bar, Fiona could already tell something was amiss. The door was bathed in a dim red light, and the sign next to it that typically read its name had been altered to display Midnight Reflections instead. She noted with concern that it wasn't the kind of temporary sign she might expect from a private function either - rather it was a metal plaque with the lettering cut out, and had a worn appearance as if it had been there for years.

This was already a level of commitment to the event Fiona did not expect, and she severely doubted Bridgette would have gone to such lengths. It raised far too many questions, some Fiona wasn't sure she wanted the answer to. Chief among them was "How?"

"Shall we?" James asked from her side. Before Fiona had responded, he was already reaching for the door, pushing his way inside.

The interior of the bar was completely altered. The bar itself was still there, stretching across one side of the room with bottles lining the shelves behind it, but little else was recognizable. The bare globes and their warm light was gone, replaced with a smattering of lamps and the occasional overhead light, all casting an eerie red glow across the space. A few more lights were tactically placed about the room, but all were currently off, their purpose a mystery.

For the most part, only the bar itself was lit differently. The dim glow of lamps one might expect in an upper class speakeasy was barely enough to illuminate the area, providing just enough light to work but not enough to draw attention away from the rest of the room. Interspersed about the walls were what appeared to be marble statues depicting men and women in various states of ecstasy, similarly lit with golden globes mounted at their base which providing only enough light to fight against the red, not overpower it.

Gone was the exposed brick and film posters from the walls, instead every inch was covered by draping black curtains. Aside from the statues, much of the space was left empty, but scattered about the room was odd-looking contraptions Fiona preferred not to guess the function of, with more unlit lights spread around their bases.
Overall, the bar looked closer to what might come to mind if Fiona was asked to imagine a high class sex club. In a word, the space was intimidating, and not something Fiona felt at all comfortable in. She recalled that her role was to be an artwork, which she now found vastly preferable to being a performer, but still made her feel uneasy. Maybe she'd get away with just having to pose all night as a human lamp, and be otherwise ignored.

James and her had barely made it a few steps into the bar before a masked woman with long, flowing blonde hair came striding up to them. She was wearing heels and fishnet stockings, and a black leotard that made of material that reflected the red light of the room as she moved. The mask on her face covered almost everything above her mouth, with cutouts for eyes and something resembling cat ears on top.

"Good, you're here," she said.

It took Fiona a moment to realize the woman was Bridgette. Fiona couldn't deny how stunning Bridgette looked in her ensemble, even if it was explicitly sexual. Looking her over again, Fiona noticed a zipper in the outfit that started at her pubic mound before disappearing between her legs, it's intended purpose abundantly clear.

"What I would give to get balls deep behind that zipper," James said, already covering his mouth with his hand.

"Maybe later," Bridgette said dismissively. "We need to get you into your outfits and installed before people start arriving."

The mention of being "installed" sent a nervous shiver down Fiona's spine, but Bridgette was already striding off towards the back of the room with James following close behind. She fell into step behind the two. Despite her nerves, she couldn't deny her curiosity.

They reached the back of the bar, finding a new door was fixed into one of the walls between two dark curtains, one that certainly wasn't there the previous night. Behind it was something resembling a changing room, with racks of clothes, mirrors sporting ring lights, and more odd contraptions pushed off to the side.

If Fiona had any lingering doubt this was the work of the app, it was completely quashed now. Even if Bridgette had recruited every staff member of the bar and a team of contractors, there was no way she could transform the bar into what it had become so quickly. The only logical explanation was that this was the app's doing, as seemingly impossible as that was.

The thought of that alone should have terrified Fiona. She had enough first hand experience with the app by now to have an idea of what it was capable of, but this seemed to be on another level entirely. It was able to physically change the world to suit its whims. As it were, she was so overwhelmed processing everything that the scope of this didn't fully register.

"Strip," Bridgette commanded them both, interrupting Fiona's thoughts.

"What?" she asked, but James was already complying beside her.

"You can't go out like that," Bridgette said, giving her a once over, before thrusting a bundle of what felt like rubber into each of their hands. She also handed Fiona a pair of heeled shoes, something Fiona immediately clocked as unfair.

"Get dressed," Bridgette continued. "I'll be back in a bit." She swiftly turned around and exited through the back of the room, using another door Fiona had never seen before, not least because she had never seen this room in the first place either.

Fiona untangled the outfit and held it up in front of her. Like Bridgette's, it had a glossy black sheen to it, and was cut in the same leotard shape. Unlike Bridgette's, however, it was missing pieces. Two holes at the chest had been cut out, and another at the crotch. Already shocked, she looked over at James who was doing the same, holding up an almost identical outfit in front of him.

If Fiona was uncomfortable with this, she couldn't imagine how James felt. They hadn't made a point of discussing his kinks before, but she doubted they involved cross-dressing. From what she'd seen on his profile, the app certainly didn't think so at least.

"She can't expect us to wear these," Fiona began.

"We could leave," James said.

"At least yours doesn't have heels."

"Honestly, I don't think that makes it any better."

Their inspection of the outfits was interrupted when someone else entered the room. She was clad from the neck down in a skintight catsuit, her already tall stature accentuated by the heels she wore. She also wore a mask, this one seemingly made of velvet or felt, and far more typical of what Fiona expected from a masquerade ball.

"You made it," the woman said, immediately embracing Fiona in a hug.

It was Simone, almost unrecognizable in her outfit. Their recent interactions may have helped Fiona feel a little less intimidated by her, but her outfit was doing its best to counteract this. She looked completely domineering, like she might scold Fiona or strap her across the butt with a crop if she so much as blinked incorrectly.

"I barely even recognize you," Fiona said.

"It's part of the theme. I guess the app wanted our outfits to be reflective or something," Simone said, giving a little pose. She certainly seemed far more comfortable than Fiona felt. Probably another perk of experience; Simone had mentioned she had been involved in something similar before.

The pose she struck was apparently was enough to trigger James' speech card again.

"I want to feel every inch of that outfit as I pump into your tight pussy," he said, making another futile effort to stop himself.

Simone gave him a look. Fiona couldn't tell behind the mask, but she assumed Simone's eyebrows was cocked.

"Ignore him, he can't help it," Fiona said. "Do we really have to wear these?"

"You don't have to do anything, but if you're planning to participate as artwork then yes," Simone replied, still looking at James.

"I think I'd rather be naked," James muttered, this time of his own volition. "Also, sorry," he added.

"A card? It's fine, besides you'd probably look cute in that," Simone said teasingly to him. James just scoffed in response. "It's less than 15 minutes until the event starts, so if you're going to do this you better get a move on."

James and Fiona shared a look. She was nervous, but likely not nearly as nervous as he was. Any ideas she'd had of him supporting her were quickly evaporating; it seemed like if they wanted to make it through this she would need to support him. Something about this realization spurred her on.

"You don't need to do this if you're not uncomfortable with it, but I'm going to. We're in it together, right?"

When James didn't reply, Fiona decided she should just get on with it. She turned her back to him, and started stripping. Behind her, she heard him begin doing the same.

The garment wasn't particularly easy to put on. She thought about trying to stretch the neck hole around her legs, and although the material did have some give, she doubted she could get her hips through it. Instead, she pulled it on through one of the leg holes, bunching it around her shoulders before sliding her head through the top.

She was convinced this outfit had to come from the app too. While the outside had a sticky, rubbery feel to it, the inside glided across her skin. It almost felt wet to the touch, but wherever it came into contact with her skin left no residue. No material should work like that, but she forced those thoughts from her mind.

With the neckline secure around her throat, she set about donning the rest of it. The arms were easy enough, she just had to find the openings and push her arms through. The legs proved more of a challenge. She had to sit down on the floor and grip the bottom so she could pull one of her legs up into the suit before pushing it out the other side.

The heels came last. They were simple black pumps, also polished to a shine, with a heel far higher than Fiona was comfortable with. Getting to her feet was a challenge, and she felt wobbly standing in them. She hoped she wouldn't be standing long.

Fiona turned around, catching her reflection in the mirror. The outfit made no attempt at modesty. Her breasts were fully on display, black rings of the leotard framing them. Her nipples stood at attention, the piercings glinting in the light. Further down, her now completely smooth sex was also exposed, thin strips of the outfit running outside her lips before disappearing between her legs.

Otherwise, if it weren't for its obviously perverse nature and shiny material, it might look like a one-piece bathing suit. It left her arms and legs completely exposed, but covered her entire torso front and back save for the cutouts.

It was extremely tight, sticking to her no matter how she moved her body. Most troubling was how it pressed into the plug in her ass, providing a constant pressure. She reached around and found a small opening in the exterior right on top of the plug's jeweled base. Realizing what it was for, after a bit of wiggling around she managed to pop the base through the hole so it gleamed on the outside, the suit immediately enclosing around the stem.

She checked on James. He'd had more trouble than Fiona so Simone had been assisting him. He was busy attempting to rearrange the outfit into a more comfortable shape on his larger body, but she caught a glimpse of his front in a mirror. It looked much the same as hers, exposing both his chest and cock. The only noticeable difference she could see, aside from his lack of breasts, was how the outfit cradled his balls, and extended a small way up his fully erect shaft.

"Alright, just a few more things," Simone said.

She handed them both a smaller pile of rubber. Upon inspection, it turned out to be a mask with holes cut out for the eyes, mouth and nostrils, but otherwise would cover them completely down to the neck. James had no issue slipping his on, but with significantly more hair Fiona needed some help from Simone while she pulled it over her head.

She checked herself in the mirror again. With the addition of the hood, it felt like any trace of her individuality was extinguished. Someone could obviously tell her and James apart by their build, but no one would recognize her now that her face was covered. That brought Fiona a small amount of comfort, even if the woman looking back at her in the mirror was unrecognizable.

Bridgette chose that moment to return. Simone was the first to notice, instructing her to assist James with the remaining pieces of the ensemble so she could focus on Fiona. While Bridgette busied herself, Simone stepped behind Fiona.

"Give me your arms," she said, gently grabbing Fiona by the wrists.

She allowed her arms to be guided behind her back, holding them there as Simone slipped something over them. It was a large sleeve that extended well past her elbows, keeping them fixed together. Simone ran some straps over Fiona's shoulders and chest, securing the sleeve in place.

"You're ok? Not too tight?" Simone asked, genuine care evident in her voice.

Fiona just gave a curt nod in response.

"Alright, now this," Simone said. "Open wide."

From her position behind Fiona, Simone reached around, holding a black ring with straps running off it from either side. She slipped it into Fiona's mouth, peering over her shoulder at their reflection in the mirror as she did so. She oriented the ring so it sat behind Fiona's teeth, keeping her mouth open, before tightening the straps around her face.

Fiona tongued the ring, but found with the straps secured it was entirely immovable. It kept her mouth open and inviting, and she immediately felt her saliva begin to pool under her tongue.

"I'll keep an eye on you all night. If anything is wrong, look me right in the eyes and quickly blink three times. Got it?"

Fiona went to reply, but finding it difficult to articulate words settled for another nod.

"Do it now," Simone instructed.

Locking eyes in the mirror, Fiona blinked three times.

"Good. Let's get you installed."

Bridgette and Simone led Fiona and James out to the main room of the bar. Fiona needed assistance from Simone walking in the heels, and even then she was afraid she might lose her balance and trip without her hands available to break her fall. With Simone's arm wrapped around her waist her fear was unwarranted, however. The woman was probably strong enough to carry Fiona if she needed to.

Much to Fiona's surprise, there were already other people in the bar. She assumed these must be other players, as many had been fixed to various structures throughout the room. One woman was spread-eagle on a giant, leather covered X frame, and a man was strapped to a pillar, his cock standing erect, both almost covered head to toe in latex.

Several were attached to far more intricate devices. One woman seemed to be embedded in the wall itself, only her face and sex exposed, and a man was suspended by ropes in the corner of the room, holding him in something resembling the fetal position as he slowly swung back and forth.

It was the ones that truly lived up to the label of "artwork" that had Fiona most concerned. She spotted a woman clad in a similar outfit to her, folded in on herself so her head hung between her legs, her arms wrapped around her knees. She appeared to be encased in some kind of plastic container contoured to the shape of her body, fixing her in place. Even in the dim light, Fiona could see her exposed pussy gleaming with arousal.

She locked eyes with the woman. They were the only part of her face exposed. Fiona thought the position couldn't be comfortable, especially if she was expected to stay there for the entire event, but Fiona thought she detected an excitement in her eyes, like she was actually enjoying it.

Several more people were locked in similar plastic cages, all in different positions. Two people were positioned on top of a table, their faces buried in each other's crotch with the other's legs wrapped around their head. Fiona couldn't tell, but at least one of them appeared to be male. Both their behinds hung off the table, exposed by the casing.

Another woman lay with her back on the floor, her ass in the air pressed against the wall. Her legs were spread out to either side, almost doing the splits. An ominous looking device with a dildo angled directly towards her sex was fixed to the wall above her. Again, only her head and groin was free from its plastic covering. It didn't take much imagination for Fiona to figure out the purpose of that "artwork".

There were also people in what appeared to be some perversion of maid and butler outfits, gleaming silver trays suspended from their necks by collars. They all had large panels covering their mouths, presumably prohibiting speech somehow, which Fiona found far less demeaning than the one she wore keeping her agape. Just as she thought this, a drop of drool hit her on the chest.

She didn't have as much time to take in the room as she would have liked, however. In the middle of the floor stood two more of the contraptions made of transparent plastic situated on a platform, which Simone and Bridgette were leading them towards. In the dim light of the room their features weren't easy to make out, but given the people Fiona had already seen she assumed they were two more body-shaped molds.

That suspicion was quickly confirmed when Simone instructed Fiona to get inside. Without the use of her hands, she once again needed to rely on Simone. Out of the corner of her eye she caught Bridgette assisting James.

She started with just one foot. The was no plastic at the bottom near her shoe, but there was a compartment for her leg to rest against. She slowly leaned in, and found a plastic plate in front of her contoured to the shape of her torso. Checking the other side, she realized the contraption was designed to have her squat in it, with her legs splayed out to either side, completely exposing her sex.

Despite having second thoughts, she brought her other leg up into the device while Simone kept a steady hand on her back to keep her from toppling out. When both legs were in place, Simone swung the back half of the plastic into place. It pressed her sleeved arms down against her back, pinning them in place, and closed around the back half of her legs, effectively trapping her.

The only parts of her the plastic casing left exposed were her head, feet, and pussy. In her position, anyone who chose to look would have a full view of her sex and breasts. At least there was a plastic seat in the back half she could rest her butt on, relieving some of the pressure from her legs, but she knew it wouldn't take long before the position became uncomfortable.

Bridgette walked in front of Fiona and James, inspecting them both. She was holding something in each hand. One appeared to be a magic wand vibrator, but Fiona had no idea what the other cylindrical object might be.

"So, the rules of the competition. Each time you make someone cum, you earn one point. Each time you cum, you lose three points. Simple, right?" Bridgette paused for effect. "The event only lasts for 3 hours, so the winner will be decided at the end."

Turning to Fiona, Bridgette continued, "James accepted earlier already, but I initiated the competition on the app for you."

Bridgette now approached Fiona. She bent down in front of her and began affixing the vibrator to something set in the base. She pushed its head right up against Fiona's clit before tightening something to hold it in place. Just before she got up she leaned in to whisper in Fiona's ear.

"Of course, you'll probably get a bit more attention than James, so I might have to even the odds."

It was hard to tell in the dark, but Fiona thought she saw Bridgette wink behind her mask. Otherwise she did her best to keep her features unreadable, but after the previous night Fiona had a pretty good idea what she meant by that anyway.

Next Bridgette went to fix the cylindrical object around James' penis. Fiona also caught site of what appeared to be nipple clamps attached at his chest. She supposed maybe that was fair given her own adornments, but they didn't really seem equivocal. She wondered how much they hurt.

James was still hard as Bridgette slid the cylinder down on his member, causing Fiona to consider whether this situation might be doing something for him. This wasn't the kind of thing she thought he'd be into, but maybe the prospect of anything sexual was enough to get him going. Not like she was one to judge. With some embarrassment, Fiona had realized she was already wet herself.

Simone tapped something on her phone, and lights embedded in the base of each contraption's platform sprang to life, casting a dull amber glow across James' and Fiona's bodies. Bridgette and Simone placed their hands on James' and Fiona's shoulders respectively, and began pushing them towards the bar. Apparently each platform had wheels in its base, and all Fiona could do was sit helplessly as she was positioned wherever Simone and Bridgette chose.

That place turned out to be directly under the bar. Fiona hadn't noticed it earlier, but two large portions of the stainless steel front had been indented, leaving room for them to be pushed into place underneath side by side. They were positioned so that they were looking out into the room, and anyone ordering drinks would be roughly at crotch level with their face.

"Don't forget, if anything is wrong just blink three times," Simone said, leaning in close to Fiona.

Fiona nodded in response, a bead of drool running down her chin as she did so.

"Final bits," Simone said, before she placed two earplugs into Fiona's ears, just as Bridgette did the same to James.

She then attached a plastic bowl-looking thing behind Fiona's head. Fiona couldn't see exactly what Simone was doing, but she quickly felt it. The entire bowl slid forward, cradling the back and sides of her head, leaving just her face free. She could lean forward a bit, but between it and the plastic plate at her front she didn't have enough range of motion to pull completely free of it. The end result was she was forced to keep her head pointing more or less straight ahead, one final limitation on her ability to move.
Just as Simone and Bridgette were walking away, Bridgette paused as if she suddenly remembered something. She turned back, bending down in front of Fiona.

It looked like she might have said "One last thing," but with the earplugs secured in place Fiona couldn't make out the words. Instead she just watched helplessly as Bridgette reached into her outfit to procure a tube of lipstick, which she carefully applied to Fiona's mouth.

Chapter 33

Unlike usual nights at the bar, there was no steady trickle of punters entering the venue. The instant it hit 8 p.m., a crowd began filling the room. Some wore suits and cocktail dresses, some were dressed more similarly to Simone and Bridgette. A few of the most daring outfits even exposed their wearers as much as Fiona's did or more.

Simone was flitting about, handing out pamphlets and interacting with the guests. Fiona spotted several people dressed in the same outfit as Bridgette, all of them women. There was also a number of men dressed in identical outfits of form-fitting leather pants and a kind of bolero that covered the arms and shoulders, leaving their entire torso exposed.

Fiona was quickly piecing together the dynamics of the event. Those men and the women must be the performers. Anyone with a silver tray hanging from their neck was obviously some kind of waiter, and the people bound in the various items of furniture and contraptions were the artwork.

She noted that all the people she mentally labeled as artwork were exposed in some way, with at least one of their holes - or in the case of some of the men, their dicks - proudly displayed and inviting interaction from the guests.

She saw Simone drag a small stool into the center of the room and step up on it, before tapping on the glass she held in her hand. With the earplugs in place, Fiona could barely even make out muffled sounds, let alone whatever Simone was saying. All she could do was watch Simone give a silent speech, and the response of the guests.

For the most part, they all stood attentively listening to her. Some were glancing around, eyeing both the artwork and other guests, but otherwise it seemed she continued uninterrupted. When Simone finally gave a little flourish, the guests politely clapped, before returning to their conversations.

Following this, it didn't take long before Fiona's suspicions regarding the artwork were confirmed. A woman in a flowing, midnight black dress approached the man strapped to the pillar, and with a gloved hand began sensuously stroking his erection. His hood had no discernible cutouts for his eyes, and Fiona watched him flinch at the initial contact.

It wasn't long, however, before she saw his body language shift from surprise to obvious pleasure. He kept straining against his bindings, twisting his body as much as they would allow to try and extract more pleasure from the hand teasing him. The woman just stood in front of him, giggling and unbothered by his struggles, before she seemingly decided he had enough and shifted her attention elsewhere.

Before Fiona could consider this any further, people started venturing towards the bar. The bar was long enough that Fiona and James' contraptions combined barely took up a third of its space, and the first few people ordered at the other end of the bar.

That reprieve didn't last. While the first group were getting their drinks, a man and a woman in what appeared to be expensive business suits approached Fiona's end. The man looked down at Fiona and gave her a smile, before both of them leaned over the bar, waiting to be served.

From her position, all Fiona could see was the man's trousers. They were right in her face, blocking most of the room from view. Being unable to twist her neck about with her head in the bowl, she had little option but to stare directly at his crotch.

After a while the man reached down, undoing the zip on his pants. A bit of fumbling around later and he produced his cock, considerably thick even while flaccid. Without backing up, he held it in his hand and shuffled about until he had shoved it straight into Fiona's mouth. At the same time, the vibrator pushed against her pussy her sprang to life.