The crisp autumn afternoon brought with it an unexpected arrival - an invitation discreetly tucked among Eva's fan mail. As a renowned singer, she had grown accustomed to receiving bizarre requests and offers, but this particular one stood out. The envelope, jet black and sealed with an ornate, blood-red wax stamp bearing an unfamiliar symbol, piqued her curiosity.
Upon opening it, she found a delicate, handwritten note.
“Dear Eva,
Please accept our invitation for an exclusive, secret gig. Even though we know you don’t normally accept to perform at such events, we really hope you can make an exception this time as we feel like your vibe and professionalism would help us in an unprecedented way. We can also assure you the audience will be a handful of well selected, elite members.
To show our advanced trust, please accept your usual fee threefold, attached to this letter.
Looking forward to your answer,
Selena”
The promised fee on the check was exorbitant, surpassing any offer she had ever received.
Eva went for a walk with her small dog in the forest near her house. Looking at the animal running around and chasing birds, she called her agent and asked, "Hey, Steven, do you know anything about a gig proposal from someone named Selena? She seems mysterious."
Steven replied, "Yes, she contacted me a few days ago, inquiring about your usual fee and the conditions you require to perform at her venue. Since she had many questions, I thought it would be best to refer her to you. Is there anything unusual I should know about?"
Eva responded, "Oh no, it just... sounds interesting."
Eva told him the amount they offered. The man whistled out loud, adding,
"I mean, if there's nothing illegal about it, you should really consider accepting this gig. There are not many offers with such great revenue. I know people really like your old hits, but we have to face it: the retro fever is over, in the world of Dua Lipa and Taylor Swift there is a decreasing need for a 40-year-old singer with a repertoire consisting of cover songs and musicals. I know you do everything you can, you look amazing and fit like hell, and your voice sends shivers down my spine baby, but the world is just changing around us!"
After the call, Eva went on the walk in silence for a while. She knew Steven was right: even though she could shoot Instagram pictures that made her audience blush, her career approached a zenit. She needed gigs like this to stay above water. Also intrigued by the mysterious nature of the invitation and eager to reignite her fading career, Eva made the decision to accept. She scribbled a note to the address provided, then switched to her chores, not wanting to concentrate on it too much. Still, the thought was going around in her mind, wondering what exactly the gig was about.
She spent the next Saturday afternoon preparing for the gig. Needing to ensure her appearance was absolutely perfect, she took a long, hot shower to cleanse and relax her body, followed by a thorough exfoliation to leave her skin silky smooth. Then, she meticulously groomed herself - a full leg shave, ensuring not a single stray hair remains. She even did a bit of trimming elsewhere, just to feel extra confident and sexy.
After grooming, she moisturized her entire body with a luxurious oil, letting it sink in and glisten her skin. Then, she slipped into a provocative yet elegant sheer, black lace teddy that left little to the imagination. Humming one of her old hits, she sipped on some chamomile tea with a spoonful of honey, allowing the calming effects to wash over her throat while simultaneously providing a boost of energy.
For shoes, she chose a high and stiletto-heeled black piece, something that accentuated her curves and made her legs look endless. Checking them in the mirror, she found them not only visually appealing but also empowering to walk confidently and command attention.
“Plus, they give my butt a nice lift,” she thought with a satisfied smile, “which is always a bonus!”
It took her more than an hour to drive to the destination. The road was quite foggy, causing her to take a wrong turn from the highway. However, she managed to get back on track and find the correct way in time to arrive at the destination at the scheduled time.
The venue was an imposing, abandoned mansion, its once-grand facade now obscured beneath swathes of ivy and the cloak of neglect. The structure loomed ominously at the edge of a dense forest, its brooding silhouette creating a stark contrast against the evening sky. As Eva approached, a palpable unease settled in the air, as if the mansion itself pulsed with anticipation, a living entity in its own right.
Upon parking her car, she treaded cautiously to the entrance and pressed the ornate doorbell. A sorrowful-faced butler, clad in a somber black suit, emerged, resembling a character who just stepped out of a noir crime tale.
"We eagerly anticipated your arrival, Milady," he greeted the singer with a bow. "May I assist you with your coat?" he offered. Eva graciously accepted, shedding her luxurious feather coat to reveal a daring lace teddy that exposed a tantalizing amount of her skin. As the butler discreetly vanished, she ventured into the grand hall, even though she couldn't discern any presence around her.
The interior of the building presented a captivating but eerie juxtaposition of grandeur and neglect. Delicate crystal chandeliers hung precariously from the ceiling, their once radiant brilliance now subdued to a faint, unsettling glow. Tattered and moth-eaten velvet drapes framed the stage, and rows of ornate gilded seats extended into the dimness. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of dust and something more ominous that eluded Eva's comprehension.
As she ventured through the hall, she entered a spacious room that bore a striking resemblance to a vintage movie theater, adorned with rich red drapes and carpets, and rows of numerous seats. Adjacent to the windows, a wooden stage was illuminated by the warm glow of several dozen flickering candles.
As she advanced toward the stage, Eva couldn't shake the unnerving sensation of being under scrutiny. Her heart pounded with a potent blend of anticipation and unease. This wasn't just any performance; it carried with it an air of something much more ominous.
In a dimly lit room, a hauntingly smooth voice whispered from the shadows, "Welcome, Eva." Startled, Eva turned to see a striking woman emerge from the darkness. The woman stood tall and imposing, exuding an aura of authority that sent a shiver down Eva's spine. She was draped in a billowing black robe, intricately adorned with shimmering silver symbols that seemed to glimmer in the faint light. Her eyes, icy and penetrating, bore into Eva with a chilling intensity, as if they could see right through her.
"I am Selene, the high priestess of our little gathering," the woman continued, her voice smooth and hypnotic. "We are honored to have you here tonight."
Eva felt a lump forming in her throat as she struggled to swallow, her mouth suddenly devoid of moisture. "Thank you. I'm looking forward to my performance," she managed to say, her voice betraying a hint of trembling.
Selene's smile slowly spread across her face, exuding a menacing aura that sent a wave of unease through Eva. "Oh, you will perform, my dear. But first, let me elucidate the true nature of tonight's event."
“The nature?” Eva hesitated. “I thought I was just going to sing a few songs. I even brought the music on a flash drive,” she gestured with her purse. “What else did you have in mind for me to do? And... where’s the audience?”
"You feel that, don’t you, Eva?" the priestess went on undisturbed. "That rhythm in your chest. It’s fear, but there’s something more... excitement. The unknown always calls to those with fire in their hearts."
"What are you talking about, Selene?" Eva asked, her voice trembling slightly.
A slow, wicked smile curled on Selene’s lips as she leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity.
"We channel the raw energy of the demons, Eva. Through bodies, through flesh. It’s an offering. An orgy that unlocks power you’ve never imagined. We draw the pentagram right on the floor of the theater, carved into the wood like an ancient spell."
Eva's voice quivered as her eyes widened. "An orgy? On this stage? Are you serious?"
"Yes, darling," Selene replied calmly. "Right here, where your voice reaches the depths of those who hear it." Her fingers moved through the air as if tracing the outline of a pentagram. "Candles encircling us, their flames dancing in the darkness. They flicker as the energy surges, barely holding back the shadows."
Eva's breath hitched in her throat. "And... and then what?"
Selene's eyes glinted with a dangerous intensity. "Then the ritual commences. Every touch, every kiss, every sigh... nourishes the dark power. It thrives, drawing strength from us, and in return, it bestows upon us abilities. The demonic force courses through every fiber of your being, Eva. Once you sense it... your singing will never be the same."
Eva hesitated before giving in to her immediate impulse to flee. She took another careful look around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, and noticed the pentagram on the stage. "And you, Eva," Selene declared, "are the focal point of our ceremony. Your beauty and your talent will enhance the energy we aim to channel."
Eva found herself in an unexpected situation. She had anticipated attending a concert, not a ritualistic orgy. As she looked around the theater and met Selene's gaze, a mix of apprehension and excitement surged through her. The atmosphere was charged with danger and secrecy, unlike anything she had ever encountered before.
"Okay," Eva responded, her voice now composed. "I'll go through with it."
Selene's smile broadened. "Wonderful. Come with me, and we'll start getting everything ready."
Eva was led onto the stage and placed in the middle of a large, intricate pentagram drawn on the wooden floor, surrounded by tall, black candles.
"Let me take care of this," Selene took the purse from the singer and lightly touched her hair. "Oh my God, you're as beautiful as we imagined you to be!"
She placed the small purse on a wooden shelf in the corner and then took a golden bell and rang it. The side door opened, and several men appeared in the frame. The cult members, all dressed in similar black robes, walked in and stood in a circle around the pentagram, their faces hidden in the shadows. Eva could easily see there were exactly a dozen of them.
The singer's heart raced with a potent mix of fear and excitement, her body trembling with eager anticipation.
"Let us begin," Selene intoned, her voice resonating through the theater. "Eva, Milady of our Lord for tonight, be not afraid! We selected the best servants for you tonight, two greatest specimens!"
The cult members commenced a low, rhythmic chant, enveloping the air with a tangible energy, causing the candles to flicker wildly. Eva closed her eyes, allowing the haunting sound to envelop her, feeling herself being inexorably pulled into the ritual.
Two men confidently stepped forward, their robes cascading to the ground, revealing their sculpted, naked bodies. Their intense gazes locked onto hers, brimming with a primal, predatory hunger. The singer couldn’t take her gaze away from their huge erections pointing straight at her.
As they approached, Eva felt a thrill of fear and excitement. She was about to cross a line she could never uncross, and the thought both terrified and exhilarated her.
One of the men, a tall, dark-skinned Adonis with long brown hair, reached out to touch her, his fingers trailing down her arm. Eva shivered at his touch, her skin prickling with anticipation.
The other man, a bald muscular one, equally imposing, moved behind her, his hands resting on her hips. They began to undress her, their movements slow and deliberate. The sheer gown slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. With an experienced touch, the bald man also pulled down her panties, leaving her naked and vulnerable in the flickering candlelight.
"Do you see now, Eva?" Selene's voice cut through the haze of sensation outside of the stage, from the darkness. "This is your true calling. To be worshiped, to be adored, to be our conduit to the dark forces that guide us."
Eva knelt between the two strangers, letting their rock-hard cocks point straight at her lovely face. She leaned to the taller guy first, taking the head of his cock between her luscious lips and pulled it over them, like a lollipop. Looking into the man’s eyes, she swallowed half of his engorged member. Her hand slipped on the bald guy’s cock involuntarily, touching his rigid member, and slipping on his balls.
Eva's tongue darted out, flicking over the tip of the tall man’s erect penis, tasting him for the first time. She wrapped her lips around him, taking him deeper into her mouth, feeling him throb against her palate.
The taller man tangled his fingers in her long, blonde hair, guiding her movements as she pleased him with her mouth. His groans of ecstasy echoed in the room, spurring her on. The other ten men continued chanting in an unfamiliar language, their voices echoing through the room.
The smaller man's hand reached down to caress her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers. The dual sensations send jolts of electricity straight to her core.
She doubled her efforts, sucking harder on the taller man while pumping the smaller one with renewed vigor. Her fingers danced over her swollen clit, and the sound of her moaning filled the air, mixing with the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. The taste of the taller man's precum fueled her desire further, spurring her on as she worked tirelessly to please them both.
Eva's eyes fluttered closed as she pulled away from the taller man, panting heavily. She glanced at the smaller man, his bald head glistening with sweat, his dark eyes filled with lust. Without wasting another moment, she leaned down and took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before she sank down onto his length. Her hand left the taller man, moving to cup the smaller man's balls, massaging them gently as she sucked him off. She looked up at him through her lashes, locking eyes with him as she pleased him. Meanwhile, her fingers keep working on herself, her thumb pressing firmly against her clit.
