Chapter 20: The Charity Orgy

The Alexa Corp Ballroom glittered under massive expensive chandeliers, the air thick with perfume, chilled champagne and a faint scent of rich sweat mixed with arousal.

The annual Charity Ball was held under the excuse of raising funds for the Noctham Girls’ Orphanage, but everyone knew the truth: almost all the money went straight into Alexa’s pockets and her shady projects — now more than ever, to finance new weapons against Putty.

Pot-bellied politicians laughed far too loudly, old billionaires drooled into crystal glasses, snobbish wives exchanged venomous looks while downing exotic drinks.

Alexa circulated among the rich ladies, a perfect plastic smile plastered on her face, thanking donations in a syrupy voice:

— Darling, your contribution is going to change lives... — she whispered, touching the arm of a woman with a diamond necklace around her neck.

Iza followed one step behind, like a silent shadow, her green eyes fixed on her mistress, ready for any order.

Peggy ran back and forth, her characteristic high-pitched, nasal voice stretching the vowels:

— Miss Alexaaah! The caviar canapés are running out ... and the 98 champagne is almost gooone! What do I dooo?

Alexa waved without looking: — Handle it, Peggy. I pay you very well for that. And smile more, dear ... you look like you swallowed a lemon.

In the darkest corner, behind a column, Bertha was half-hidden.

Alexa had warned her before the event started: — Stay away from everyone, you disgusting pig. I don’t want anyone throwing up because they saw you all greasy.

Bertha obeyed, but she couldn’t resist ... she already had one hand inside her flabby, slimy pussy, the other squeezing her soft breast, making milk and cum drip onto the floor while she masturbated slowly.

— Ahhh ... zis is so verry goot... — she murmured softly, her finger swirling inside her pussy that made wet sounds with every movement.

— Zese rich people arr so zexy ... zat hot!

Outside, stuck to the window like a perverted spider, Putty watched everything. Naked, her pussy dripping and her hand already buried deep in her own ass, slowly punching and stirring the pasty shit inside her body while she watched the elite get drunk.

— Fuck! Look at how many rich bitches in one place...

Suddenly, Iza saw her. She widened her eyes, approached Alexa discreetly and whispered in her ear:

— Mistress ... the alien. At the window. She’s watching us.

Alexa smiled discreetly, as if she had already expected it. She stepped onto the central stage and asked for a moment of silence into the microphone. The music stopped abruptly.

— Ladies and gentlemen ... thank you for the generous donations. But now, the real surprise of the night.

She clapped twice. The lights shifted to a deep pink. From the side doors came dozens of naked women with sculptural bodies, dancing to a slow, obscene beat. Some climbed onto the tables, spread their legs, offering wet pussies and twitching assholes to the nearest guests.

— Come on ... taste what your money can buy — Alexa said into the microphone, her voice seductive.

The ballroom exploded in moans. A pot-bellied politician shoved his cock into a blonde dancer’s mouth, moaning:

— Suck my cock, you luxury whore! Swallow it whole!

With the fat man’s soft, limp little dick in her mouth, she thought: — Swallow this whole? As if this ridiculous little worm was anything special...