for example:

aron opened the doors of the Cut Club and stepped into a whole new world. The lights were dim but the room was visible and the music was fast with a thumping bass, but it wasn’t a dance club and the music wasn’t intrusive or overbearing. It was the very first expansion of Club Scene, the famous or possibly infamous cannibal club that introduced the wall to the world. Cut Club couldn’t top the wall, but they did add in something new, in the East Side there had been a movement for men to be included in the fray and Aaron was here to see it in action.

The first thing, after getting past the bouncer, was the dance floor that had three or four people moving to the beat. Behind the floor were several tables in front of an open second floor that ran along the back wall and up part of the left side of the cavernous building. The door to the kitchen opened up on the ground floor of the left side and visible directly ahead; behind the glass lining the ground floor were the great grinders that ended the lucky or unlucky chosen. The grinders and glass were washed automatically during and after each run guaranteeing an unobstructed view, both for the diners and the victim.

Noting the grinders as the lighted central attraction Aaron next drew his eyes upwards, to the deck that made up the open floor above. The wall stood here, open above but enclosed on each side with six feet from the pristine white surface to the guard rail. Aaron took his first steps, noting the buzz of activity flowing in and out of the kitchen door. He side stepped the dance floor and was rewarded for it with the sight of a body dropping into grinders, from this distance he didn’t see much, but he felt the need to see it again and closer.

Aaron sat far enough from the plate glass to see the grinders behind and the wall above in the same view, since it was early in the night there weren’t many people around but a couple of great tits were hanging out for inspection by the giggling threesome having trouble choosing between them. He watched as they slowly massaged the trapped tits and brought audible moans from the other side, in the end one of the trio went inside pressing her own large firm breasts through the twins holes as they opened and after much playful teasing the pair condemned their friend with both hands pressing the button. Her chosen sentence was slow and intense, the blades seemed to move at the slowest possible setting as the pair sucked and kneaded their friend’s breasts eliciting a constant howling moan echoing from the open roof behind the wall. There was no fear in that scream, only joy.

A few moments passed after the hefty breasts were freed from their owner, the two women that were playing with them had clamped onto each nipple with their teeth and when the breasts went slack they carried their quarry without hands to the concierge beside the kitchen door. It was somewhat of a touching tribute, deference to the extraordinary and a last huzzah for what seemed to be a touching friendship at a distance, and probably the third angle of a ménage a trois.

Aaron didn’t have much time to consider the metaphysical, here was the show he was after. The grinders started to whir to life as the pair walked away, by the time they reached the concierge the blades were moving at their fastest. The trap door above opened up and Aaron watched the woman fall feet first between the spinning drums, one hand deep in her pussy and the other clutching her chest where her left breast once was. She still had the beaming smile right up until she finally disappeared in a smattering of gore. Aaron was deeply aroused, he felt his erection growing hard as a rock and barely contained in his pants; his admirer noticed it too.

She had been sitting close to the wall, a fair faced big breasted woman with sparse freckles and fierce red hair down to her mid back, staring at the grinders since they began turning with one hand under the table working out her ‘anxiety’, she was still playing when she turned her attention back to Aaron and her perfect view of his own anxiety. Aaron felt her gaze, her green eyes like oxidized copper brought the strength of her hair and candy apple red dress to him like a shot to the brain. She took her hand from her clit and stood up, smoothing out her dress and moving over to the chair next to him.

“You liked the show, I can tell. My name’s Jessica”

“I did, very much Jessica, I’m Aaron. My friend Joel said this was the place to be and I think he was right.”

“It’s the only place to be on any good night.”