She pointed down at the other woman's condom-covered cock, then forward at the next person in line. "Pass it on." Things began to progress quickly after that, Aja observing from behind as the favor of putting on each other's condoms passed the rest of the way up the line. She'd been nearer the front end than the back, and so the wait was shorter for her than for some. Still, in the minutes while she waited it felt as though the butterflies in her belly indian were having their own little Pop Party, violent bubbles of anticipation bursting within her, spreading tension and heat throughout her body. Finally, the time came. Everyone was securely wrapped, pink Poppers safely swallowed. A pair of fully female servants pulled open the double doors that had been so patiently waiting for them all, showing in the first of them to the Pop Party's pleasure studio. As the whole line began to trickle forward Erin glanced backward, smiling excitedly at Aja as her slender hips swayed, small feet almost skipping. Showing some of her own hidden eagerness, Aja returned the smile, all the while fighting the urge to also look back and catch a glimpse of that gorgeous redhead. Who knew? It might be her final chance. Instead she focused her efforts on trying to peek past the heads and shoulders of the few women still between her and the entrance, wondering what sort of theme the decorators had gone for this year. Despite the attempt, she still hadn't figured it out by the time she had passed through the doors, in that moment experiencing for the first time the stage that would be the backdrop for her death. The organizers had aimed for the appearance of a high class, tastefully extravagant sitting room. All about the room were rich hues of red fabric and gold trim, purple draperies hung framing false windows with a dark, simulated forest beyond the glass. 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