Chapter 4 – Into the Changing Rooms

Chapter 4 – Into the Changing Rooms

Salty watched as the young lady slipped behind the curtain into the changing room, her hips swaying gently. He swallowed hard, feeling his pulse quicken. The Govna chuckled, noticing his gaze.

“She’s a fine one, lad,” The Govna whispered, leaning in with his rich, smoky breath. “But remember, tonight is about control. You get me?”

Salty nodded, barely able to form words. He admired The Govna’s power – the way he commanded every situation with ease. Suddenly, the lady peeked her head out from the curtain, her dark hair falling over one eye.

“Could you help me with this zip?” she asked sweetly.

Salty glanced at The Govna, who smirked and flicked his hand, giving silent permission. With a deep breath, Salty stepped into the changing room, closing the curtain behind him. The Govna stood outside, listening to their soft laughter mixed with whispers and sighs.

He pulled out his phone, sending a message to his private guest list: “Room upstairs ready. Party begins soon. Bring your best selves.”

Tonight wasn’t just about clothes, drinks, or whispered desires. Tonight, under The Govna’s watchful eye, a new chapter of pleasure and power was about to unfold.