Chapter 89: Pearl: Making Friends

Pearl

After my release from the dungeon, I quickly join Opal, who has been concerned by my absence from the evening meal. I reassure her that I’m okay, and explain the reason for my unscheduled detention in the dungeon. I’m not sure that she is as concerned for Amber as she clearly has been for me.

“We have nearly two hours of free time before bedtime,” I say to Opal. “What should we do?”

Despite the twenty hours of club work we are expected to complete each week, and the random risk of being ‘hired’ by a member of the Mistress caste, we have a substantial amount of free time to ourselves. The Recreation Building, E5 is open as usual, as are the stables and grounds. Two of the rooms on level 2 of the Tower have also been made available for casual use by those unwilling to make the short walk to E5.

“I was talking to a couple of White Cats earlier,” replies Opal. “They’ve booked one of the larger rooms in E5 for what they called a ‘Social’. Apparently it’s an open invitation. Shall we go?”

While White Cats is the official designation of our club status, everyone happily refers to us by the original name of Slave caste. I’m unsure whether Opal’s reference to White Cats is her tendency to tow the official line, or if she is uncomfortable being referred to as a slave. I guess we’ll find out as our stay progresses.

“Yeah, sure,” I reply. “We can go now if you’re ready.”

We find the group in room E5G which is a room decorated like a harem. Or at least, what I imagine the interior of a harem looks like, since I’ve never been inside a real one. There are five other women in the room. Since they are all naked, it isn’t easy to determine their caste without checking the colour of the name lettering on their necklaces.

“Hi, I’m Nora. Come and join us,” calls a woman when she sees us ... Madame Nora when I notice the black lettering on her necklace. “Dump your clothes by the door and come over here.”

I wasn’t prepared for such a sudden leap into sexual activity, but I’m not going to back out now. Opal looks as though she’s ready to turn around and bolt, so I stand between her and the door.

“You suggested coming, so play your part,” I say to Opal. “Besides, it could be fun to do something we don’t normally get the chance to do.”

Opal relents, and strips off her clothes. Since we already wander around with our tits exposed, the effect of suddenly being naked in front of strangers isn’t quite as traumatic as it might otherwise have been. There’s a brief introduction to the other four participants in what can only be described as a pending orgy. There’s Madame Claire, Madame Elspeth, Slave Belinda and Slave Twenty. However, for the purposes of tonight, the caste labels are politely overlooked.

Perhaps my earlier session in the dungeon has left me feeling hornier than usual, but I soon succumb to the blatant attempts to fuck me by whatever means available. I briefly worry that Opal will freak out, but it seems that once her initial hesitance is overcome, she down for anything that’s on offer.