Mouth’s hand withdrew from my crotch, and Karen stopped her nail job. I felt ashamed. I had failed her. I couldn’t even get my fucking nails done without failing.

I felt Mouth grab the back of my chair, dragging me across the shop, dragging me toward…the storefront window. I could tell, even with the blindfold, that there was a streetlight shining outside, and that we were close enough to the glass to give anyone a very good view of my nail job.

“Will you be a good girl, Nell?” Karen whispered in my ear. I wanted to feel her tongue there, too, but it wasn’t going to happen. She yanked at my nipple clip chain. “Will you be a good, quiet girl?” I nodded, biting my cheek to keep the sounds inside my mouth.

I was a liar. I wanted to come, I wanted to scream. I wanted Mouth to plunge his hand deep into my cunt, and Karen to suck on my tortured tits. But I wanted to please her. The truth was, from the moment I’d sat down in that chair and put my hand in her hand, I was hers.

Karen kept up the pace of my nail job while Mouth worked me below, kneading my mound until he flowed onto my clit, teasing it between two fingers. Sweat poured off my neck, my breasts, down my legs. I could hear Mouth begin to pant himself, and outside, I sensed, people were gathering.

Karen switched to my other hand, and Mouth’s fingers drew patterns around my labia. How big was the crowd watching me?

I didn’t know. I could hear a couple of people talking outside, another tapping on the glass, tapping. The blood rose in my chest, and I could feel my pale skin turn red from desire. I wanted to move my hips against Mouth’s persistent motion, press hard against his long fingers, but I knew, I just knew, this was wrong.

“It’s a bigger crowd than usual,” Mouth said, and I could feel him smirking. The ball gag was making my mouth dry, my jaw tired. Bigger crowd than usual? I thought. What the hell did that mean?

And then, as Karen began painting my right hand, Mouth slid two fingers into me. I bit the inside of my cheek as his fingers found my G-spot and stroked it slowly. At the same time, Karen brought her mouth close to my breasts and just…breathed.

Outside, the crowd was quiet, but I could feel them watching. “They usually give up by now,” I thought I heard a woman say, but maybe I’d imagined it. With his other hand, Mouth began exploring the crack of my ass. Karen withdrew her breath.