The manager, having watched the new prospect since she came in, talks to her about the club: how the women are recruited and how they enjoy living out fantasies while they're at it.

As he's talking, he reaches into her pants and rubs her pussy, and tells her it's so beautiful, it would be a crime not to blow it up. Still horny from watching the explosion, she accepts.

She is then stripped, thinking... "Why did I accept?"
Her pussy is shaved, as she thinks again, "Why did I accept?"
Her hair is made up, and she thinks a third time, "Why did I accept?"

She waits her turn, seventh to be blown to orgasmic bits. She remembers long-forgotten fantasies about having her pussy blown up someday. She tingles at the thought.

She recalls dreaming of her pussy stuffed with TNT and blown to bits and burned up.
Long-repressed fantasies emerge of being tied to dynamite, to grenades, with no rescue before the explosion come back to life.

She realizes that watching the cowgirl blow herself up did not dissuade her; it made her deepest, darkest fantasies something that could be fulfilled - now.

As the other girls, three white, two black, and one asian go out and blow up, she can watch from the wing.
Each exploding woman, choosing her own way of explosive orgasm, makes her pussy ache more.

She smiles, thinking: "I know now why I accepted... it has always been my destiny."