There was, of course, a significant flaw in Rani's plan. It was impossible for her to walk with the mobile inside her vagina without looking like she was drunk. So...out it came, none the worse for its adventure. Rani, annoyed with herself, opened the mobile front and then sighed inwardly; it was all for nothing, the phone was thumb print protected. She had that awful feeling when hope is taken away, for a moment seemingly more down than she had felt for weeks, if only she could have called him. She knew he would have come, the one person through all the betrayal she knew actually loved her and worried about her; but how could she get through to him?
Placing the phone on the floor again she walked slowly from the room, forgetting the camera that watched constantly from every room in the club.
*
The prince presumably gone, all was quiet until the following day. That evening Rani had been lying on her bed, her room devoid of entertainment as she was not earning the in room privileges that the other girls had, when the door opened and one of the male employees walked in carrying something. It was actually an extremely tight, spray on, and unbelievably short latex mini. This was unusual as Rani had been almost totally naked since her arrival, not that this 'belt' really constituted clothing; but it did cover her ass and pussy. Rani's ass was on the flat side, her tits were amazing, her ass less so; she put the mini on and followed the young man into the corridor toward the main hall.
*
The main hall was full, again unusual. Rani had not seen all the girls in one place before. Every girl was totally naked (bar her), some standing holding drinks trays, a couple acting as foot stools, one (the Hu Cow) providing milk for those who wanted a hot drink. Around thirty men in well groomed suits (smell the money) sat around the sides. In the centre of the room stood one of the blondes Rani had seen a few times, she was on a small podium, on her toes, her tits bound and at the end of a hoist. Rani was gestured to sit on a couch next to another girl, Chinese, who she hadn't seen before. The Chinese girl, following her own instructions, sat between Rani's legs and began to lick Rani's pussy, softly (but incessantly) sucking on her clit - persuading it to come out from its hood. The girl was an expert and Rani's clit ached with desire from the attention.
But the rooms attention was on the blond who was whimpering, distressed. The Master stood and spoke.