Choose to approach Ashanti
From Create Your Own Story
Ashanti may be the balcony mistress who is most likely not to cooperate, but she is also the most powerful. An alliance with the powerful is always to be desired.
You make your way out onto the dance floor heading for the stairs that leads to the balcony mistresses. Shouts of sexual pleasure mixes with the techno music as you see Americas wicked women enjoying themselves. Leather meets flesh as the mistresses punish their slaves. Everyone makes way for you through when they see Vladimir´s sign on you, not daring to cross his path.
You make your way to the stairs and walk up the one that leads to Ashanti’s balcony. It’s a tough walk, the stairs were not made for comfort.
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At last you reach the entrance to the balcony. A gigantic black man blocks your way, he stands well over two meters tall and is wide-shouldered and borderline insanely muscular. His skin is as black as coal but what really frightens you is the long and black piece of meat dangling between his legs. The beast is slumbering, but even in it´s non-erect state it stretches well over eight inches, you´d fear knowing how long it is when aroused and what he could do with it.
The large coal skinned man see´s your wearing the belt with Vladimir´s sign on it and steps aside, allowing you entry.
You take careful step as you approach him. You see that there is a party going on in Ashanti´s balcony making her hard to find. You ask the doorman.
“Where is your mistress Ashanti?”
The man looks at you with a gaze of murder. Your blood freezes cold in fear.
“Ashanti has some business to attend to, you may be seated but don't you dare bother her guests. If you do, then you will be treated without mercy."
Heading the man´s words you quickly walk past him. There is a party going on, the entire inner circle of the huge balcony is used as a dance floor. Along the rim leather sofa´s have been placed. You sit down, careful not to disturb anyone. It is dark, the place is only illuminated by strobe lights that swept the dance floor. Each time it fell on a man, he was, without exception, black. When the light fell on a woman, she was either White or East Asian, always with platinum dyed hair and surgical enchanted body to look like a pornstar. They men grope, kiss and fuck the women freely as they dance, Ashanti’s balcony is basically one giant orgy. Along the outer rim on the sofas you see some black woman, all with the same haughty, smug expressions on their faces.
However, you must say that some of Ashanti´s harem slaves you find a bit skanky looking. There is little natural about them, all have been filled with silicone and botox. You don't think they were that beautiful before Ashanti had them improved.
