Slipping his hand into his pocked to feel the stack of bills inside it one last time before walking through the entrance, the texture of the currency face offers some short-lived relief to a storm of excitement and nerves brewing in the pit of his stomach. A faceless human, nobody of objective importance, and yet – player one has entered the building.
Over loud repetitive music, above every laser beam and disco ball twinkle competing for the attention of the eyeballs in the venue, the voice that beckoned him on this journey echoes “Double Digits only, piglet “. A cold, belittling message from his Ice Queen. Yet the award of her smile melts every desire to resist and banishes any thought of defecting. An honor too great to ever forfeit, being invited to the pedestal of an immaculate Deity, his cold cash countess.
The blur of the surroundings is a mere back drop for the rapturous thrill of becoming a simple pillar of pleasure for a Princess. No other gift will turn her cold gaze, to anyone; No other favor will melt her icy glare. Discretely, his fingers run across the stack again, counting the blessings for his offering while awaiting his turn at the bar. One drink, just enough to calm the nerves. Plus it will give him a chance to place his approach. He may be a human ATM, but grace is second favorite to the warden of his desires and he yearns for her acceptance and validation with every fiber of his being.
Inevitably, the first sight of her sends a bolt of electricity through his nervous system. Seconds pass before his breath returns. There, above all others, she shines like a radiant star. Every decadent motion rolling off her curves with ease, beckoning the crowd to approach. A moment for self composure – three deep breaths, and a shot of liquid courage goes down in one smooth gulp. The sting of the spirit descending onto his judgement slows down time, and the swarm of adoring patrons headed towards the stage to pray at the holy figures above them becomes a surreal motion blur, like a sun drawing the room in with its magnificent gravity.
Soon the thirst for her attention becomes desperation and his body marches compliantly towards the light. Every step hosts a thousand thoughts of her smile, the twinkle in her eyes as she takes, the pleasure of being close enough to smell her while being offered and opportunity to sacrifice financial power to her, publicly, in front of everyone else competing for her favor. Hopefully that stack of 20’s will suffice…
He places his initial offering on the floor, 5 crisp bills – A moment of attention from a goddess could not be expected for less. Intoxicated by her proximity, he stands frozen, oblivious to the music driven chaos about. In this vast room, at this very moment, there are only two beings existing in the world, the Princess, and her Human ATM. He is fixed in place, like a true pleasure machine, the type She lusts for anyway. The seconds between his offering and her acknowledgement are immeasurable. Her eyes fix on the tribute for a moment before wandering away. She scans the room, calculating her approach with a commanding strut that ends with a boot firmly on the bills. Now she towers above him, an amazon. Her pale face stern and demanding as she looks down at the tribute and her submissive courtier. A little turn, suddenly the noise becomes music as her figure twists along the melody and shakes with the rhythm. A blessing from the heavens, the moon has risen and it’s magnetic pull is exerting unreal pressure on the weak spectators about them, including, and especially, player one. As the vixen hinges at the waist, folding perfectly in half to present her dazzling posterior to the audience, a peek of her big brown eyes shines from between her long spectacular legs. Both hands sliding down the boot weighing down a small spread of cash to meet the ground. Her shiny manicured fingers spread to brace the ground – she flashes a smile at her admirer.
Time stands still, a blessing from the universe has been bestowed to a mere mortal. Nervously, he fumbles through his pockets for more cash. This moment could last forever, or at least as long as She is being fed. The money is now in her hand, a small fan of 20s, and his anxiety rises as he realizes his generosity may have come up short. In a small panic, he pulls out the whole stack, like a sensual dance between a loyal knight and his sinister Matriarch. Seeing the truth behind his intent, she zeros in for the kill, slamming her ass down on the podium in a mesmerizing split, just inches from his face. Money in hand, she fans the bills out to waft cold, money scented air at herself. No smile, just that cold, analytical expression on her face that beseeches one to sacrifice more. She slips a little look back out of the corner of her eyes just in time to see player one’s gaze fixed helplessly on her buttocks jiggling to the rhythm of the song. He’s caught; Thinking fast, he offers a wad of cash to her, right in her perfect hands. The sharp, bedazzled claws barely graze his fingers as she takes what is hers.
Obsessed, he is unable to move anything other than his hands, which can only reach down to pull more out of the bank and hand it over again and again while her power over him becomes all consuming and inescapable. Soon, he has her exclusive attention, a devastating predicament for his addiction. A smile, now fixed on her face is fed robustly by his generous lapse into financial servitude, intoxicated to both of them. Playfully, she commands him to place bills in various nooks of her elaborate costume. One in the stocking, one in the boot, some offering a chance to touch her brilliant skin – only as much as necessary. Time seems to flow indefinitely as the sensual game of sacrifice plays on. he looks up to see her offering the next placement of a tribute: the coveted panty bill slip; alas, the bank is empty. Frantically he searches his wallet, pulling out the innards of every pocket in hopes for one lost bill. She has drained him completely dry. As his face turns up to face his goddess with regret a chill runs down his spine. Her face, so close, as she leans forward in her provocative straddle, to speak right into his soul “Next time, bring 50s”.
Before a breath could return to our hero, he’s watched his succubus flow back onto her pretty heels and offer him one last wistful glimpse at the prized ass, as she retreats off her pedestal and vanishes into the darkness.
Moments later, in the green room...
Sacrifice never seemed so seductive.