Sweat beads trickled down her chest. Dripping off her nipples onto the bodies beneath her. Hanging above them in nothing but leather strips and a few chains was her favorite part of the night. The one time she could be completely free. Of course the vibrator attuned to the ambient noise certainly made the job more pleasurable. The din of the club never disappointed. It was a nice change from the submissive role she often played, finally the chance to control when others received pleasure or pain. Perhaps it was the thought of all that power, or the sudden roar of the crowd, but her body convulsed with waves of pleasure. Toes curled as the sensation laced across her skin spreading out like a web. Defiantly her best of the nights. Below she heard the gasps and moans of all those linked to her. Echoes from them sent another smaller set of euphoric pulses through her body. She hung there for a few seconds exhausted and twitching, completely drained before the cycle started again.
Later that night, after she'd dressed, she stood amongst the crowd for a meet and greet with her fans. She hated having to be clothed, the latex stuck to her where it had been painted on.
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