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Baz swiveled in his dual axis ergonotic chair flipping switches and pressing buttons in choreographed display of manual dexterity and physical agility. The control consoles stretched out in all directions forming a spherical cage like structure and the chair could tilt and turn in all directions to allow access to any one of them.
Far below him, the revellers applauded and cheered as each carefully timed touch brought a different part of the vast amphitheatre stretched out below him to life. Even though Baz himself was to all intents obscured from view, the revellers could follow his every movement through the live images projected onto the interior of the dome arcing three hundred feet above their heads.
Other projectors showed images of the revellers themselves, their costumes ranging from the outlandish to nothing at all. On one screen a thirty foot high latex mother superior was being lightly oiled by a muscular devil in red body paint. On another a naked woman knelt in a circle of men, all naked, their erect cocks ready for action. In yet another vignette a closeup of a naked, shaven pussy with the word Virgin 16 scrawled playfully across the mons.
As climax of the performance approached, bolts of lightning shot out from a ring of six Tesla coils mounted on the interior of the dome, the frequency of the coils tuned to play out a pulsing, throbbing bass note that sent shivers through the spine. The lightning bolts grew larger, almost reaching the cage in which Baz spun in his chair and the countdown began, the audience chanting out the numbers as they appeared on the dome. Ten! Nine! Eight!
When the countdown reached zero, Baz flipped himself completely upside down and pulled two large red handles on either side of the cage. The cage was instantly illuminated by a bolt of lightning from the largest coil of all, mounted directly below the VIP suite at the very apex of the dome.
‘The Pornodrome is live!’ A voice boomed out over the PA.
The audience was bathed in black light causing the UV bodypaint almost everyone was wearing to glow fluorescent shades of pink, yellow, blue, green. Everyone in Wife Swap World was looking at the wall directly behind Ruth where an improbably large cunt was being impaled from behind by a twenty foot high cock. The black light revealed a correction: the message now read Ex-Virgin 16 .
Everyone that was but Ruth. Ruth wore the all-black leather uniform of a Moderator and she was busy scanning the crowd in front of her, looking for potential trouble or worse.
Getting an entry to the opening of the ‘drome had been next to impossible. Out of ten thousand tickets, over half had been reserved to the season ticket holders whose subscriptions had funded construction. But even subscribers had stood a less than one in ten chance of scoring a ticket for the opening night. And half the remaining tickets had been comped to various people that The Maker had decided would ‘help make the party swing’. More pragmatically, another significant chunk had been reserved to reward the various ‘political’ interests whose support had been necessary to make the ‘drome possible. All of which had left barely a thousand tickets on sale to the general public. With over a million applications, the chance of getting a ticket was rather less than a thousand to one.
Ruth had worked on the construction of the ‘drome. She had dug the foundations with a backhoe and watched the giant balloon like envelope inflate. For the next two weeks she had worked on one of the three shift crews that worked round the clock to fix sections of rebar to the inside of the envelope, spray them with cement mixed to just the right consistency to stick to the inside and smooth the result flat with a specially curved float.
One day she had even caught a glimpse of The Maker, or at least the top of his hard hat. She had been working on tying rebar high in the dome close to the VIP suite. Ruth was meant to be on break but they were behind and the rebar had to be in place before the cement trucks arrived. Suddenly a convoy of black cars had appeared on the floor below. People emerged from the cars. Ruth thought little of it until she came down at the end of her shift and the foreman complained about the schedule being set back because The Maker had chosen to pay a visit.
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