Extra R18 297. 19 Wild Dom Play: Slutty Idol And Her Bodyguard (2)

297. 19 Wild Dom Play: Slutty Idol And Her Bodyguard (2)

I shook my head, feeling a twinge of guilt. "Honestly, I feel bad for Olivia," I said, looking at Pearl. "She was really looking forward to this session, and we ended up arriving early because of a misunderstanding."

Pearl looked apologetic. "I'm sorry about that," she said, frowning slightly. "I should have put a real clock in there."

I shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. "It's okay," I said, giving her a small smile. "It's not your fault. We just got confused."

Pearl nodded, looking relieved. "Well, somehow the show must go on," she said, clapping her hands together. "We'll just have to make the most of the time we have left."

I nodded, feeling a sense of determination settling over me. "Right.” I placed my hand on the shuffler, feeling the cool metal beneath my fingers as I pressed the button. The device whirred to life, a symphony of clicking and whirring as it shuffled the cards with precision. I couldn't help but watch in fascination as the cards moved in a delicate dance, each one moving with effortless grace.

As the shuffler slowed to a stop, I reached out and plucked the card from its grasp, turning it over to reveal the words etched into its surface. My eyes scanned the message, taking in the words with a mix of curiosity and excitement.

"You are a bodyguard who has a forbidden relationship with your boss, an idol. Outside you are her bodyguard, inside the room she is your whore. Go to room 1045."

I couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the absurdity of the role. Bodyguard and Idol. This would be similar to that of Butler and the young lady role that I did with Luna before, but the added twist of the forbidden relationship and the dual nature of the role made it intriguing.

Setting the card down on the table, I couldn't help but wonder who my partner would be.

Without another thought, I reached out and pressed the button on the shuffler once more. The device sprang to life once again, its screen flickering to life as names flashed by in a dizzying blur.

Finally, the screen stopped, and a name appeared in bold letters. Foxy.

Foxy’s eyes widened, and a high-pitched squeal escaped her lips as she jumped up and down. "That's me! That's me!" she exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement. She looked like a kid on Christmas morning, and it was hard not to smile at her pure joy.

Pearl and I exchanged a meaningful glance, silently communicating our concern for Foxy. She had been born and raised in a remote area, isolated from the mainstream world. The concept of idols and their fan culture would be a complete novelty to her, and she may not be able to grasp it fully.

"Does Foxy know what an idol is?" Pearl inquired, her voice betraying a tinge of worry.

"I never mentioned it to her before," I confessed, feeling slightly guilty. After all, it was my responsibility to educate and enlighten Foxy about the world beyond her small bubble.

Pearl's eyebrows furrowed in concern. "So... she doesn't know about the idol culture at all?"

"I think not," I said, feeling a sense of disappointment in myself. Costumes weren't a big deal for Foxy since she could use her Demon's Clothes.

Pearl took a deep breath, her eyes briefly closing in contemplation. "I'll explain the concept to her and show her a few short videos to help her understand," she said finally. "But realistically speaking, I don't think she'll be able to fully act the part."

I nodded in agreement, knowing that it was a challenging role even for someone who had grown up in the idol culture.

"Or do you want to replace the card?" she offered.

"Actually, let's not replace the card. This unexpected element may add more depth to the play," I suggested.

“Fine.” A look of determination on Pearl’s face. "No problem at all. I'll get Foxy ready in a bit, and we'll make this play unforgettable."

She got up from her seat and approached me with the card key. Without a moment's hesitation, she handed it over to me, and I took it.

"I actually prefer you two to enter the room together like the previous play. But it looks like this can't be done,” Pearl said, her tone apologetic. "Just figure it out of the scene by yourself okay?" she added.

“Got it. I will wait for you.” I nodded my understanding, but my mind was already racing with possibilities. The previous play had been intense and exciting, and I was looking forward to experiencing it all again. The anticipation was almost unbearable as I thought about what was to come.

Pearl's eyes glinted as she turned to Foxy. "Alright, my dear, we have some work to do. Let's get you ready for your big debut!" she exclaimed, her voice full of excitement.

Foxy looked up at Pearl, her large eyes widening in curiosity. "What do you mean?" she asked innocently.

Pearl chuckled softly. "I mean that I am going to give you a private tutorial on the idol concept, and we will pick out the perfect costume for you to wear. You're going to look stunning!" she replied with a smile.

Foxy's face lit up with joy at the prospect of getting to wear a new outfit. "Really? That sounds like so much fun!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

Pearl took Foxy by the hand and led her towards the costume room, her high heels clicking on the tiled floor. Foxy followed eagerly.

'I hope this will be a good one,' I thought.

I slowly rose from my seat, feeling the weight of anticipation on my shoulders. My mind raced as I made my way out of the room and into the hallway. As soon as the door closed behind me, my thoughts turned inward, consumed by the daunting task that lay ahead.