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T19 The Club {Titmouse} (MF,MF)
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WARNING NOTICE: 
 
   The following story is erotic fiction and includes 
descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are a minor or
if such things offend you, quit reading now.
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                     The Club

                    by Titmouse
           (C)1998, All Rights Reserved



1. Introduction to the Club

	The Club had several levels, although even many of 
those who had visited several times knew only of the 
first two.  The first level was the public bar, open to 
all, with a DJ and dance floor.  The second, also open 
to the public but requiring a $5 admission, was a 
topless bar featuring some of the most beautiful women 
in the city.  Both levels were busy on weekdays and 
packed on weekends.
	To enter the second level, you paid the bouncer at 
the bottom of the stairs, walked up the stairs to the 
bouncer who guarded the top, and entered the lounge 
through a set of doors.  The second door opened only 
after the first was closed, allowing a maximum of four 
people to enter at a time.  Inside was a central pit of 
tables ringed by three stages, with a bar along the 
fourth wall.  Dancers rotated from stage to stage, 
pausing between sessions to work the crowd of mostly -- 
although not exclusively -- male patrons.
	Raunchy music, perfectly suiting the hip-grinding, 
tit-shaking needs of the dancers, pounded constantly, 
making conversation difficult except in the brief pauses 
between numbers.  When the girls talked to customers, it 
was necessary to lean in close to hear.  Since this 
provided a look down already low-cut cleavages, everyone 
tried to think of things to say to the circulating women 
-- not that they were hard to talk to.  It was part of 
the job.
	To enter higher levels, you had to be a member of 
the Club, innocuously named the Management Training 
Association of Los Angeles.  This required payment of 
the $25 annual membership fee, a careful ID check, and a 
signed statement affirming, among other things, that you 
were not associated with any law enforcement agency.
	Once a membership card with picture was issued, 
entrance to the Back Room was free, although few left 
without spending considerable money on drinks and tips 
for the dancers.  Back Room dancers stripped all the 
way, and the standards were even higher here than in the 
outer lounge.  All of the girls were drop-dead knockouts 
and terrific dancers besides.
	After midnight, the Back Room got really raunchy, 
and the later it got, the raunchier it got.  Not 
satisfied with displaying themselves, the dancers 
fondled their breasts and pussies, rubbed their clits, 
and inserted fingers and other objects into themselves. 
 One girl was notorious for grabbing a customer's empty 
longneck beer bottle (or even a partially empty one) and 
sliding it first into her mouth and then into her 
snatch.  Another often brought a dildo with her.
	There seemed to be dozens of girls working the Back 
Room.  You had to stay for several hours to see one 
repeat.  A careful observer would note that, after 
working the Back Room's two stages and making a trip or 
two around the tables, some of the girls would slip into 
the dressing room and not reappear for an hour or two.  
Sometimes, in the brief lull beween songs, you might 
hear music from elsewhere in the Club.  Most assumed it 
was from one of the outer areas, but some members knew 
better.
	For there was yet another level to the Club.  
Knowledge of its existence spread by word of mouth from 
friend to friend, and no one was allowed to join without 
a sponsor.  The cost was $50 a year, but many paid it 
gladly.  There were additional requirements that, as a 
condition of continued membership, nobody was allowed to 
reveal in advance.  To my knowledge, no one ever 
violated this condition.  I certainly won't.
	Members of Level 4, as it was known, entered 
through the door marked 'Manager' at the end of the hall 
where the restrooms were located.  The door was locked, 
but it would be opened if you knocked the right way.  
Inside, a team of bouncers checked your identification 
carefully and, if you passed, allowed you through yet 
another door that led to a stairway.  Descending two 
flights, you found another final door that led to the 
club area know as the Basement, since that was where it 
was located.
	The Basement made the Back Room look tame.  It had 
only one stage, but the only dance performed there was 
nature's oldest.  Live sex shows took place every two 
hours on weekends, and they got dirtier and more 
elaborate as the evening got later.  Between shows, porn 
flicks were projected on two large screens at either 
side of the room.
	Meanwhile, bare-breasted women circulated among the 
tables (distinct from the waitresses, who were equally 
good looking but dressed in various revealing costumes). 
 The topless ones were the same women who performed on 
the stage (and sometimes in the movies).  After a show, 
the girl would disappear to tidy up and repair their 
makeup, then emerge to join the parade.  All of them 
were friendly and would often chat with customers for 
several minutes before moving on.  If you were nice and 
friendly and not too pushy, you might wind up with one 
on your lap.  If you tipped them, they might offer to 
let you touch their gorgeous breasts or even suckle 
briefly on a nipple.  Sometimes they touched you back.
	There was another popular entertainment that ran 
throughout the night.  Special waitresses sold numbered 
tickets from a double roll for $5 each, and you could 
buy as many as you liked.  The matching halves were 
deposited in a large glass urn and a running total was 
entered.  When the total hit $250, the Basement's 
manager, a handsome man in evening clothes, would switch 
a spotlight to the pedestal where the urn rested and 
call up one of the bare-breasted women.  She would reach 
into the urn and select a ticket at random, handing it 
to the manager to read into his microphone.
	The lucky winner was escorted by the girl through a 
door next to the urn and taken to a room where, within 
reason, he could do anything he wanted with her for as 
long as he lasted.  After a ticket was selected, the 
manager dumped out the tickets and started the counter 
at zero again.  The winner was almost always present to 
collect his prize.  It was rarely necessary to draw a 
second ticket, since few who bought tickets left before 
the next drawing.
	The drawings were, naturally, very popular, since 
you might win a session with a gorgeous woman for as 
little as $5.  By the time the half-hour sex show was 
over (it was never interrupted for drawings) two or 
three times the necessary amount might accumulate.  In 
these cases, contributions would be cut off at the next 
multiple of $250, and a series of girls would draw for 
winners.  On a good night, there might be 20 or more 
drawings in the course of the evening.
	Of course, you didn't have to wait for a winning 
ticket.  All the performers were available for private 
sessions.  The price was a flat $250, and it bought you 
almost anything and everything.  Some members had 
special needs, and not every girl was willing to meet 
them.  But you could always switch to someone more 
amenable.  If the one you chose declined, she would 
politely do her best to find someone who would.  When 
there was more than one possibility, you could even see 
a picture of her on the TV screen in each of the girl's 
rooms.  (When not being used for such special purposes, 
the screens played continuous x-rated movies.)
	Many of the members of this inner circle speculated 
about whether further levels of the Club existed beyond 
the Basement.  There were many theories of what such 
additional levels might offer, but no one seemed to 
know.  Still, we talked about it among ourselves.  If 
there were additional levels, some of those in the 
Basement surely knew of it.  Someday, one of them might 
be prepared to let you in on the secret.


2. The Show is On

	I had joined Level 4 the previous week, thanks to 
sponsorship from my friend, Ted, who had been a member 
for several months.  My membership card arrived in 
Wednesday's mail, and I was eager to try it out.  I 
called Ted, and we arranged to meet in the bar at 9 p.m. 
on Friday night.
	After a few moment's conversation, we went up the 
stairs to the topless club and headed for the restrooms. 
 Nobody paid any attention to us, not with dancers on 
stage.  Ted knocked on the door marked "Manager" and we 
were admitted.  Our membership was checked again by one 
bouncer and then we were passed through the other door 
by a second.  We walked down the two flights of stairs 
and entered the Basement.
	The stage was empty as we entered, and a sex movie 
was being projected on two walls.  Over at the pedestal 
where the urn for tickets sat, the tote board was 
flashing "$250," and the floor manager was walking 
toward it, accompanied by a slim Asian girl wearing 
bright blue hot pants and matching high heels.  Her bare 
breasts were large for her small size, and I suspected 
they had been enhanced.  A spotlight tracked them across 
the room.
	"Ladies and gentlemen," the floor manager 
announced, presumably including the waitresses and 
working girls since there were no female customers, "we 
have reached the magic $250 mark for the third time this 
evening.  To perform the honors, would you please give a 
nice Basement welcome to Miss Tina, one of our newest 
performers."
	There was a round of applause for the very pretty 
girl which included hoots and catcalls of various kinds. 
 Tina appeared to be barely into her 20s.  When the 
noise died down, the floor manager continued.
	"Now as soon as I mix these tickets..." he said, 
reaching into the urn and turning the contents over a 
handfull at a time, "we'll have our drawing.   Miss 
Tina," he said, stepping back, "would you please select 
a ticket."
	Standing on her tiptoes and looking at the 
audience, the girl reached over the rim, stirred the 
contents again and, frowning with concentration, chose 
and withdrew a ticket stub.  She handed it to the floor 
manager.
	"And the winner is... two, oh, one, six, three" 
read the floor manager.  Throughout the room, heads were 
bowed as customers studied their tickets.  He repeated 
the number and asked, "Do we have a winner?"
	A tall man with curly blond hair at a table near 
the stage raised his hand, stood up and started walking 
toward the floor manager and the girl.  He was grinning 
from ear-to-ear.  When he reached them, he handed his 
ticket to the floor manager who compared it to the 
ticket that had been drawn and then smiled.
	"We have a winner, ladies and gentlemen!" he 
announced.  He and Tina each took one of the man's hands 
and raised them in victory.  "Congratulations, sir!" the 
floor manager said.  "Miss Tina, would you please escort 
our winner to your studio."
	Still clutching the man's hand, Tina led him off 
through the door next to the pedestal.  The man, who 
towered over her by more than a foot, was blushing 
furiously as he disappeared through the door, sent off 
with a round of applause and shouts of "Good luck!" and 
"Go get her!"
	"And now, friends, back to the action!" the manager 
cried enthusiastically.  He tilted the urn over, dumping 
the remaining tickets onto the floor.  Then, he pressed 
a button on the side of the tote board, resetting the 
display to zero.
	After that example, Ted had no difficulty 
persuading me to buy a ticket when the waitress came to 
take our drink orders.  We each bought two, in fact.  As 
she left our table, the waitress passed by the urn, 
dropped in the other halves of our tickets and pressed a 
button four times, adding $20 to the $35 that was 
already recorded.  By the time she returned with our 
drinks, the total was up to $95.
	It was quite a charge, I have to tell you, to sit 
there sipping at a drink and watch the goings-on.  The 
adult movie had resumed, and it was showing an orgy 
involving two women and three men who kept switching 
partners and positions and combinations as the movie 
progressed.  Meanwhile, waitresses and "performers" 
circulated around the room.
	The waitresses would have been a sufficient 
attraction anyplace else.  They were all pretty and 
dressed in a variety of costumes -- belly dancers, 
maids, swimsuits, and such -- all of which featured 
plunging necklines and push-up bras.  But the performers 
put them to shame, such that you wouldn't even bother to 
look at a waitress unless she was bending over your 
table.
	All the working girls were topless, and their tops 
were well worth revealing.  They came in a variety of 
colors from milk white to ebony and all the tans 
between.  Below the waist, their costumes varied except 
in being short and tight, exposing long legs (and 
sometimes more) that ended in stilt-high heels.
	One girl, Karin, stopped to talk with us.  She was 
wearing red hot pants and heels, with a gold choker 
necklace.  Her skin was a deep tan color, her areolas 
somewhat darker and tipped with still darker nipples, 
both of which were pierced by small gold loops.  She was 
Persian, she said, and her family had fled Iran just as 
the revolution started, when she was little more than a 
baby.
	We had only been talking a few minutes, however, 
when a soft gong sounded.  Karin looked over toward the 
floor manager's stand and saw that a small, red bulb was 
lit.
	"'Scuse me," she said, smiling at Ted and me.  "I'm 
on next."
	We watched Karin walk to the side of the room and 
slip through the same door used by Miss Tina and the 
most recent raffle winner.  A few minutes later, the 
porno movie was switched off and the room lights were 
lowered until only the floor manager, illuminated by a 
spotlight, was visible.
	"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention 
please.  The Basement is proud to present a little 
performance for your enjoyment.  Now appearing on our 
main stage, would you please give a rousing Basement 
welcome to Miss Karin and her companion, Studley Dan!"
	The spotlight winked out and the stage lights came 
on, revealing the red velvet curtain that was rapidly 
opening.  It revealed a woman's boudoir, or at least the 
suggestion of one.  A large canopied bed occupied the 
center of the stage.  At one side was a woman's vanity 
and seated before the large mirror on a bench was Miss 
Karin, wearing a filmy negligee over a light blue 
babydoll nightie.  Karin was brushing her hair, which 
made her ample breasts stick out prominently and bob 
back and forth with her motions.
	Karin seemed to notice them herself, for she 
stopped, laid down the brush and, lacing her fingers 
behind her neck, jutted her chest forward and waggled 
her shoulders to make her breasts shift back and forth 
on her chest.  After entertaining herself in this manner 
for a few moments, Karin dropped her hands to her tits. 
She cupped one in either hand and began to lift, knead 
and pull on them.
	In the "outside" window on the other side of the 
stage room, the figure of a man appeared, although I was 
never certain whether he had moved there or whether my 
eyes had simply adjusted to the availabe light.  In any 
case, the man was enjoying the show Karin was puting on 
for us.  He watched as she massaged her own breasts.  
After doing so for a while, she slipped a hand under her 
shortie nightgown and moved it up to resume kneading it. 
Karin let her head fall back, eyes closed, while she 
worked on herself.
	Her other hand dropped to stroke and then scratch 
at her thighs.  A short time later, Karin slipped this 
hand under her nightgown, too, but instead of raising it 
to her other breast, she pushed it down into her panties 
and began to stroke herself there.  The man outside also 
dropped a hand to his middle and began to rub his prick 
through his pants.
	Karin continued to massage her tit and pussy for a 
while, her head back and her mouth open, making little 
moaning sounds and whimpers that were faintly audible.  
Gradually, the intensity of her movements and the sounds 
she was making rose in a slow crescendo.
	Just when Karin was moaning louder, her hand making 
rapid circles inside her panties, the man hidden outside 
suddenly grasped the bottom of the window and threw it 
up.  Wasting no time, he already had a leg over the 
window sill by the time Karin reacted to the sound of 
the window.  Ducking his head, he jumped into the room.
	Karin let out a shriek, pulled her hands out of her 
panties and from under her nightgown and jumped to her 
feet.  Looking frantically from side to side but having 
nowhere to run, Karin moved to put the bed between her 
and the intruder.
	The man was tall and white, with dark hair and big 
shoulders.  He was tall, over six feet, and almost 
handsome except for a nose that was too wide and a mouth 
that was too small.  He began to stalk her, moving 
sideways around the bed.  Karin matched him, keeping the 
bed between them.  
	"Don't be difficult," he said.  "I don't want to 
hurt you.  I just want to give you what you were 
thinking about."  Karin said nothing, just kept her eyes 
on the man and circled around the bed.
	He tried to dash around it and catch her, but she 
was as quick as he was.  The intruder could not get 
close enough to grab her, although he came close twice, 
the last time when he suddenly stopped and reversed 
direction.  His fingers actually grazed the negligee 
that billowed out behind Karin, but he could not get a 
grip on it.
	Finally, the man stopped and bent over, one hand on 
the bed, as if he was trying to catch his breath.  Then, 
suddenly, he leaped across the bed, stretching out and 
reaching for Karin.  He got a hand on her thigh, just 
above her knee, but she tore lose from his grasp, 
leaving the man sprawled across the bed.
	Taking advantage of his momentary immobility, Karin 
spun around and raced for the door.  She almost made it, 
too, but the door opened inward and she had to pull it 
open instead of bursting through it.  The man recovered 
quickly, jumped after her, and caught Karin just as she 
started through the doorway.
	"GOD DAMMIT!" he roared, grabbing her roughly 
around the neck and flinging her backward into the room. 
 She reeled off balance toward the center of the room, 
bumped into the bed and sat down awkwardly.  The man 
slammed the door and leaped after her.  Karin tried to 
jump up, but the man was too quick for her.  As she was 
pushing to her feet, the intruder reached her and 
unleashed a roundhouse slap that cracked across her 
cheek, spun her around and dumped her onto the bed.  (It 
was a fake slap, of course, but it looked real.)
	"That'll teach you, bitch!" the man snarled.  Karin 
tried to push up from the bed, shaking her head in an 
attempt to clear it.  The man grabbed the back of her 
negligee at her neck and pulled strongly.  It ripped 
away, most of it coming away in the man's hand.  One of 
the sleeves remained around Karin's arm.
	"Stay put or I'll have to hit you again," the man 
growled.  Karin ignored his warning and tried to crawl 
away from him across the bed.  He grabbed her by the 
arm, spun her around, and slapped her face again.  She 
felt back, momentarily stunned.
	The man reached down quickly, grabbed the nightgown 
near the neck and gave a strong tug.  The material gave, 
tearing partway down her front and revealing a glimpse 
of Karin's breasts.  He slid his hand down the tear and 
yanked again, this time completing the job.  The 
nightgown parted all the way to the hem.  Karin's dark 
tan body was revealed, naked under the torn gown except 
for the matching light blue panties.  The gold hoops 
that pierced her nipples gleamed in the spotlight.
	"I warned you," the intruder snarled.  "Now, do 
what I say if you know what's good for you."  Karin was 
crying, an arm thrown across her face.  The man reached 
down and grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to a 
sitting position.  With his other hand, he reached down 
and pawed at her breasts.
	"Take my cock out, bitch," the man growled.  When 
Karin hesitated, he yanked on her hair.  Karin was 
weeping.  Slowly, reluctantly, she raised her hands to 
the man's pants and began to fumble with his zipper.  
She tugged it down.
	"Go ahead, bitch," the man ordered.  "Take it out."
	Karin inserted a hand through the open fly.  Using 
her other hand to move material out of the way, she 
pulled the man's tool out.  The head emerged first.  It 
was large enough that Karin's hand could not wrap all 
the way around it.  She pulled on it, guiding it into 
view.  More and more of it emerged.  She pulled again 
and even more slid into view, drawing a gasp from some 
members of the audience.
	It was obviously a huge cock, although it was only 
half erect.  Even as we watched, it swelled in Karin's 
hand, extending outward and raising up.  It had to be 
nearly a foot long.  Karin shrank backward from the 
sight of it.
	"Where do you think you're going?" the man growled. 
"I want you to suck my cock."  Karin shook her head no, 
then ducked when the man raised his hand to strike her 
again.  "Do it, bitch," he snarled, "or I'll make you 
wish you had."
	Slowly, Karin turned her head back toward the 
mammoth prick.  The man still had her by the hair, and 
he used his handhold to draw her toward him.  He pulled 
her forward until the end of his dick bumped against her 
closed mouth.
	"Open up, you cunt," the man said.  "Suck it for 
me.  I want you to do a good job on me."  He yanked on 
her hair again for emphasis.
	Reluctantly, Karin's lips parted around the head of 
the enormous fucktool.  We could see it stretch her jaws 
wide as the head, which seemed to swell at the contact, 
pushed into her mouth.  Karin's eyes bulged as she 
strained to take it in.
	"Come on," the man ordered.  "Use your tongue!  
Lick it good, bitch.  Suck on it!"  He hunched his hips 
forward a little, pushing more of his tool into Karin's 
mouth.  He reached out with his other hand and grabbed 
her hair on the other side.  Then, using his double 
handhold, he began to push and pull on her head, moving 
her mouth back and forth on his cock.  Karin tried to 
protest, but all that emerged around the mouthful of 
prick was an inarticulate cry of discomfort.
	"Why should I be doing all the work?" the man 
complained.  "Take hold of it with your hands, bitch.  
Come on, you do some of the work!"
	As much in self defense as anything, Karin raised 
her hands to the massive prick that was attempting to 
push down her throat.  The shaft was so large that her 
fingers did not quite join around it.  The length of the 
thing was also clearly revealed.  Karin was gripping it 
in both hands like a baseball bat, and there was still a 
considerable extent on either side.
	Although she couldn't really slide her mouth back 
and forth on the man's cock, Karin was able to do a 
better job now that she had control of it.  She slid her 
hands up and down on the shaft and twisted her head 
around on the knob at the end of it.  This seemed to 
satisfy her attacker, as he stood there quietly for the 
moment, sometimes watching Karin closely as she worked 
on his tool, sometimes throwing his head back and 
savoring the feeling as she manipulated it with her 
mouth and hands.
	After a minute or two, however, he stepped back, 
pulling his prick away from her.
	"That's enough of that!  Now, lay back on the bed." 
He shoved Karin roughly on the shoulder.
	"No, PLEASE!" she begged, raising up on one arm.  
"Don't, please!  Let me make you cum that way.  Don't 
put it in me!  Please!  I can't take it.  It's too big!"
	"Shut up, bitch!" the man ordered, shoving her down 
onto her back.  "You'll take it and like it.  But first 
I'm going to eat some of your pussy!"
	He reached out, grabbed the waist of her panties, 
and dragged them down Karin's legs.  She kicked at him, 
but that actually helped rather than hindering him in 
getting them off her.  He dodged her kick easily, pulled 
the panties over her feet, and tossed them to one side.
	"Spread 'em, babe, and let me kiss your sweet 
pussy," he ordered.  "If you don't, I'll just shove this 
cock in you now, and you know that's gonna hurt you 
worse."
	Karin didn't spread her legs for him, but neither 
did she resist when he put his hands on her knees and 
pushed them apart.  The man knelt beside the bed between 
her legs and shoved his face into Karin's middle, 
extending his tongue to probe into her even before his 
face reached her pussy.  She jerked as his tongue wormed 
its way into her.  The man grabbed her by the hips to 
hold her still and began to lick and flick and gnaw at 
her.
	At first, Karin just lay there, an arm over her 
face, while the man nuzzled her private parts.  But 
soon, like it or not, it began to get to her.  Her arm 
dropped away and she arched her back.  Her hips moved 
involuntarily, shifting restlessly and sporadically from 
side to side at first, then slowly begin to move more 
rhythmically.  She began to push her pussy up to the 
invading tongue, accepting it, enjoying it despite 
herself, slowly becoming aroused by the continuous 
attack on her pussy.
	But her attacker was not much concerned with giving 
Karin pleasure.  Satisfied that she was wet enough to 
accommodate his massive prong, he pulled back and stood 
up, leaving her lying there, legs apart, her raven-
haired pussy gleaming.  With a quick move, he unfastened 
the top button of his pants and pushed them down to his 
ankles.
	His naked cock was even more impressive now that 
clothing no longer masked the base of it.  Rampantly 
erect, it stood out from his body, although its length 
made it droop from the horizontal.  Pushing at Karin's 
knees, he moved her back on the bed to make room for 
him, coincidentally positioning her so that the audience 
had a clear view.
	The man crawled between Karin's legs, pushing her 
knees wide apart, and nudged her pussy with his 
cockhead.
	"Put it in, bitch," he ordered, grabbing one of 
Karin's arms by the wrist and pushing it down toward her 
middle.
	"No, please," she pleaded.  "It's too big!  It'll 
split me apart."
	"Don't give me any crap," the man snarled.  "I'm 
going to fuck you whether you like it or not.  Now do as 
I say.  PUT IT IN!"  He slapped her shoulder for 
emphasis.
	Reluctantly, Karin reached down between them and 
grasped his pussy-sticker.  She guided it to her notch, 
rubbing the purple head between the lips of her pussy to 
lubricate it before pushing it downward to the entrance 
of her cocksheath.
	With a grunt, her attacked shoved his hips forward 
and drove his tool into her opening, lodging the massive 
head in her funnel.  Karin shrieked and tried to pull 
away, but the man grabbed her hips and held her in 
place.  He hunched his hips downward again and forced 
another inch into channel.
	"Hold still, you cunt," he growled.  "You can take 
it.  Don't make me hurt you any more than necessary."  
He pulled back slightly and then slammed forward again, 
then again and again.  Each shove of the rampant 
cuntsticker brought another cry from Karin, her head 
whipping back and forth.  Now well lodged in her pussy, 
the man let go of Karin's hips and grabbed her wrists, 
pinning her to the bed.
	His huge pole was now about half way into her, but 
a considerable length remained visible between their 
bodies.  Leaning forward and getting his weight on it, 
Karin's assailant drove his cock downward and into her 
body.  She struggled against the intrusion, kicking her 
legs and trying futilely to pull her wrists free from 
the man's grasp, but to no avail.  Slowly, steadily, the 
swollen shaft sank into her pussy.
	He couldn't get it all into her.  When he hit 
bottom, causing Karin to cry out in sharp pain, there 
was perhaps two inches still outside.  After hammering 
at her several times in an effort to push the remainder 
into her, the man gave up, pulled back and still back 
until only the head was in Karin's battered channel, 
then roughly shoved it all the way back into her until 
it struck bottom again.  Eyes closed, a look of 
exquisite pleasure on his face, her assailant began to 
stroke in and out of her tightly stretched fuckhole.
	Tiring of this after a minute, the man pulled back 
and slid his tool out of Karin's pussy.  Resting on his 
knees, he grabbed one of her arms and dragged it across 
her body, turning her onto a shoulder.
	"Get on your knees, bitch," he ordered roughly.  "I 
want to fuck you from behind."
	He continued to push and pull at Karin while she 
slowly complied.  When she was on her hands and knees, 
he moved up behind her and, putting a hand on her neck, 
pushed her head down toward the bed.  When her ass was 
elevated to his satisfaction, he grabbed his tool in one 
hand and guided it back to Karin's gaping snatch, 
keeping the other hand on her back to hold her in 
position.
	When the head of his cock was lodged into the 
entrance, the man moved both hands to Karin's hips and, 
tugging backward on them while hunching forward with his 
hips, drove his tool into her pussy again.  Karin, her 
face turned toward the audience, winced and whimpered as 
the fat mantool was driven into her body.
	"Ahhhh," the man sighed, "that's better.  Now, get 
ready for the ride of your life.  And don't just lie 
there, you bitch.  Fuck me back!"
	He began to sling his cock in and out of her, then, 
setting a rapid pace as he plowed her furrow.  After he 
slapped Karin's ass loudly, she began to move with him, 
rolling her hips languorously around and around the pole 
that was sliding in and out of her pussy.
	"Oh, yeah, babe, that's a lot better," the man said 
through gritted teeth.  "Yeah, just like that.  Fuck it! 
Give me that pussy!  Come on, bitch.  Work at it!"
	It was clear from his moans and from the 
increasingly rapid thrusts that the man was going to cum 
soon.  His ass was flying back and forth as he whipped 
his massive tool into Karin's pussy.  His head was 
thrown back and his mouth was open in a silent cry of 
pleasure.
	"Ahhh, fuck it.  Fuck it.  That's it.  Come on, 
give it to me.  Give me that tight pussy.  Oh, shit.  
I'm gonna cum.  I'm gonna shoot it.  Keep on.  Don't 
stop.  Fuck me!  Yes!  Yes!  That's it.  I... yes... 
I'm... I'm CUMMMMMING!"
	With a shout, the man jerked his cock out, grabbed 
it in one hand and began jacking it off.  Cum shot out 
of the tip, arching up in spurts over Karin's ass and 
spattering onto her back.  Guiding the head back to her 
pussy, he shoved his tool up her, once again burying it 
as deeply as possible into her.
	Karin's legs slowly collapsed, her knees sliding 
backward as she gradually spread out on the bed.  The 
man followed her down, keeping his cock deep in her 
channel.  He arched his back, holding his upper body 
away from her, supporting himself on stiffened arms.
	Suddenly, the stage lights went out, and the 
spotlight picked up the floor manager at his station.  
Applause began slowly but then mounted quickly to 
thunder through the room.  The floor manager shouted 
"Ladies and gentlemen... Miss Karin and Studley Dan!" 
and the stage lights came back up to reveal the two 
standing side by side, holding hands.  Dan had pulled 
his pants back up and Karin was wrapped in a green tunic 
that belted at her waist and ended at mid-thigh.  They 
both bowed to the applauding room and the stage lights 
went out again.
	"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen," the floor 
manager said as the applause died out.  "We'll have 
another show at midnight.  Please enjoy yourselves until 
then."  The house lights came back up, and the porno 
flick resumed where it had left off.


3. Luck of the Draw

	Ted and I each took a swallow of our drinks, which 
had sat there unnoticed during the entire performance.
	"Wow," I said, "that was something.  And you say 
this goes on every night?"
	"Just on Fridays and Saturdays," Ted replied, which 
I already knew but had momentarily forgotten.  
"Sometimes they have special events, but most weekdays 
it's just the flicks and the raffle.  And whatever else 
you feel like buying."
	"So all these girls are for hire?" I asked.
	"Not the waitresses, but, yeah, they're all 
available," Ted said.
	We chatted over our drinks for the next few 
minutes, glancing at the porno movie from time to time. 
We were interrupted by the sound of a gong and the 
dimming of the house lights again.  The spotlight once 
again picked up the floor manager who was striding 
toward the platform where the urn of tickets waited; the 
tote board beside it was once again flashing -- this 
time with $500.  Following close behind him were two 
topless females -- a beautiful, tall black woman wearing 
red hot pants and very high heels, and an equally 
beautiful, somewhat shorter blonde dressed in an ice-
blue bathing suit bottom and platform sandals.
	"Ladies and gentlemen, we've accumulated enough 
raffle tickets for a double," the floor manager 
announced.  "Won't you welcome our two prizes -- Miss 
Jennifer and Miss Andrea!"  There was an enthusiastic 
round of applause from the house as first the blonde, 
then the black woman bowed as they were introduced.  
Both were stunning.  There was a rustle throughout the 
room as members found their ticket stubs and prepared 
for the drawing.  I arranged my two tickets in front of 
me.
	The floor manager put his arm inside the urn and 
stirred the tickets around.  "Miss Andrea, would you 
please draw a ticket?" he requested.  The taller woman 
reached a dark arm into the urn and quickly withdrew a 
ticket, which she handed to the floor manager.
	"The winning number is... two, oh, seven, one, 
nine."  He repeated the number and asked "Do we have a 
winner present?"
	I was staring in stunned silence at my two tickets 
-- 20719 and 20720.  I looked up at Ted, my mouth gaping 
open.
	"Don't tell me," he said.  "You won on your FIRST 
DRAWING?"  I nodded numbly.  He stuck his hand up and 
waved at the floor manager.  "Over here!" he called.  
Then, quieter, he urged me, "Go on, dummy.  Go get her!"
	I stood and began to walk toward the floor manager, 
clutching my ticket.  Applause, catcalls and envious 
looks surrounded me as I made my way to the front.  When 
I reached it, I handed my ticket to the floor manager, 
who compared it to the one he had in his hand and then 
gave me a big smile.
	"YES!" he shouted, "we have our first winner!"  
Holding the microphone against his chest to muffle it, 
he said "Stand over there next to Miss Andrea, if you 
would, sir, while we draw the second winner."
	I walked toward the black woman, who held out her 
hand to me and guided me to stand between her and the 
floor manager.  While he was having the other girl draw 
a ticket, I looked more closely at the one standing next 
to me.  Her hair was long, straightened, and drawn back 
into a tight ponytail.  With high cheekbones and arched 
eyebrows, she could have looked haughty, but she was 
smiling widely, her generous red lips open to reveal her 
white teeth.  She was very beautiful.
	Below the neck, she was equally gorgeous.  Her 
naked breasts were large but not excessively so, 
projecting boldly from her chest and scarcely drooping 
despite the lack of support.  Otherwise, she was 
slightly thin, and her torso tapered over her ribs to a 
narrow waist.  Her hips flared out from there, and her 
ass was slightly enlarged as is common with black women. 
 The red hip-hugger shorts fit her tightly, the swell of 
her pussy mound clearly evident between her muscular 
thighs.  Her long legs tapered downward, swelling nicely 
at the calves.  In her high heels, she was nearly as 
tall as my own six feet, but I guessed her to be about 
5'8" without them.
	Meanwhile, the other girl, Jennifer, had drawn a 
ticket and a second winner was on the way toward us.  He 
was short, dumpy and nearly bald, and I caught an amused 
exchange of glances between the two women, in which 
Jennifer ran her eyes down my own fairly well kept body, 
then smiled ruefully at Andrea.
	The fat man's ticket was quickly checked and 
confirmed.  The floor manager grabbed one of my hands 
while Andrea took the other and Jennifer was doing the 
same at the far end of our little line.  They raised our 
hands high in the victory salute.
	"Congratulations, gentlemen!" crowed the manager.  
"Enjoy yourselves over the next several minutes.  Miss 
Andrea, Miss Jennifer, would you please escort our 
winners to your studios!"  Jennifer led us through the 
nearby door, pulling her winner behind her, followed by 
Andrea and then me.  Behind us, applause and shouts 
rolled through the room, suddenly muffled by the closing 
of the door.
	Andrea took my hand with a smile and led me to the 
second door on the left.  Inside, the small room was 
dark except for one red and one blue bulb, each inside a 
small shade, that were located in opposite corners near 
the ceiling.  There was a queen-sized pallet on the 
thickly-carpeted floor along one wall, a padded side 
chair without arms, a dresser with various brushes and 
cosmetics, and an alcove with sink next to a door into 
her bathroom.  The rest of the room, walls and ceiling, 
were covered with panels of mirror.
	"Come on over here, honey," Andrea said, leading me 
to the alcove.  "Now, just what did you have in mind?"
	"Uh... I guess... uh..." I said, trying not to be 
nervous but stuttering anyway, "how about a... a blowjob 
and... then maybe just a straight lay to finish off?"  
This was not the first time I had used a whore.  It was 
the second.
	"Half and half," Andrea said.  "You just get to cum 
once, you know."
	"Yeah," I said.  "That's fine."
	"Okay, honey," Andrea said, "let's get you cleaned 
up.  Unfasten your pants, okay?"
	While I unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper 
down, she turned to the sink and started hot water 
running.  I stood there feeling foolish while she tested 
the water's temperature, pulled up on the lever that 
lowered the stopper, and ran a couple of inches of water 
into the basin, testing it with her fingers.  She shut 
off the water, picked up a washcloth and bar of soap, 
and turned back to me.
	"Pull your pants down, baby," she said smiling.  "I 
can't wash it through your shorts."
	Feeling stupid, I pushed my pants and underwear 
down over my butt to mid-thigh.  My dick hung there 
limply.
	"Ooh, you got a nice one," Andrea said, and while I 
didn't believe it was anything but part of her routine I 
couldn't help feeling a little pleased.  She took my 
prick in her light tan palm and milked it, looking 
carefully at the end for any sign of leakage.
	Satisfied, apparently, she dropped the washcloth in 
the basin, wrung it out, and turned back to me with a 
small plastic basin in one hand.  "Here," Andrea said, 
"hold this under here."  She positioned the basic under 
my dick to protect my clothes and her floor and 
proceeded to wash me with soap and water, then rinsed 
out the washcloth in the basin and cleaned the soap off.
	"There you go, honey, all nice and fresh for me."  
Andrea took the basin from me and set it on the sink 
counter.  "Why don't you slip those pants off?" she 
said, pointing toward the chair.
	While I kicked off my shoes, then sat down and 
pulled off socks, pants and underwear, Andrea quickly 
tidied up the wash basin.  We finished about the same 
time, and she turned to find me watching her.  Smiling, 
she walked over and stood in front of me.
	"Like what you see, baby?" she asked, putting a 
hand under either breast and bouncing them gently with 
her palms.  Then, squeezing slightly, she ran her thumbs 
down the tops, catching the nipples between thumb and 
forefinger and pulling on them.  "Oooh," she said, "I'm 
in the mood myself.  You're my first one tonight."
	Andrea dropped her hands to her thighs and then ran 
them up to either side of her mound, pressed inward, and 
dragged her fingers along her pussy.  "Um, yes," she 
sighed, "I'm glad you wanted some pussy, not just a 
blowjob.  I'm definitely in the mood."
	Her fingers move to the button on her hotpants.  
Andrea popped the snap and pulled the zipper down.  
Sliding her thumbs into the waist, she wriggled them 
down over her generous hips, rocking from side to side 
to help.  My eyes were all over the room, watching her 
reflection in the mirrors, then the real person in front 
of me.
	She was not wearing any panties.  Her black, curly 
bush was trimmed into a narrow, inverted triangle that 
was small enough to hide under a bikini.  The shorts 
dropped around her ankles, and Andrea stepped out of 
them daintily, still wearing her high heels.  She 
squatted down to pick up the shorts and tossed them onto 
the dresser, then turned back to face me, hands on hips.
	"Come on, honey," Andrea said.  "It's okay to 
touch."  She jutted her hips toward me, making it clear 
where she wanted me to touch.  Obediently, I put my hand 
on her leg and ran it up her thigh.  When it bumped 
against her pussy, I cupped my palm over her mound and 
let my middle finger slide between the lips.  She was 
slippery, whether from natural or artificial 
lubrication, and my finger went in easily.  I pushed it 
up her vagina as far as I could and wiggled it inside 
her.
	"Oooooh," Andrea moaned faintly, "that's the spot. 
 That's definitely the spot."  She rolled her hips in a 
circle, helping to work my finger inside her pussy.
	Keeping her legs spread so that my hand had 
unimpeded access to her crotch, Andrea leaned forward 
and began to unfasten the button of my shirt.  "Let's 
get this off," she said, "so I can feel your chest 
against my tits when you fuck me."  She continued to 
work her hips back and forth and around and around while 
she unbuttoned my shirt.  Her large lips were puckered 
in a moue of sensuous enjoyment as her fingers worked 
down my chest and over my stomach.  "Yes, baby, yessss," 
she murmured, "that's right, push your finger in there. 
 I like that."
	I dragged my finger forward over her clitoris and 
was surprised to feel it prominently large, as big and 
as firm as a child's fingertip.  She jerked when I 
flicked it and sucked in her breath.  I had assumed that 
Andrea's apparent arousal was just an act, part of her 
professional services, but it's impossible to fake an 
erect pleasure bump.
	She slid her hands inside my shirt just under my 
armpits and pushed inward, making my chest swell into 
small tits, then leaned forward to lick and suck at my 
nipples.  I raised my other hand and cupped one of her 
breasts, squeezing gently and pressing upward.  Andrea 
wriggled from side to side, moving her chest against my 
full hand.
	With a sigh, Andrea began to sink to her knees, 
slowly pulling my finger out of her pussy and my hand 
away from her breast.  She knelt in front of me and 
scooted forward between my legs.  Her tits brushed my 
thighs, the nipples hard and projecting.  She lifted her 
tits and laid them on top of my thighs.
	"I believe you wanted me to suck on this thing a 
while," she said, taking my cock in both hands.  "I want 
to get it good and hard so you can fuck me with it.  I 
like it hard and deep."
	With her hands covering all but the head, Andrea 
lowered her mouth to my dick.  I watched her in the 
nearest mirror, which showed the view from the side.  
Opening her lips, she extended her tongue and licked the 
underside like a lollipop several times.  Then she 
lowered her head more and took it into her mouth, 
sucking hard enough to make her cheeks hollow while 
working her tongue back and forth underneath and rocking 
her head from side to side.  I couldn't help giving a 
little moan of appreciation.
	"Oh, you like that, honey?" Andrea said, popping 
her head off my prick.  "Then you'll probably like this, 
too."  She put her mouth back around the head of my 
dick, let go with both her hands, and in one smooth move 
slid her tightly gripping lips all the way down the 
shaft, taking my cock into her throat.  She proved that 
she had it all by working her lips at the bottom, 
sucking on the base.  Then, bending the stem downward so 
that she could look upward and catch my eyes, she worked 
her throat on the head, as if she was trying to swallow 
it whole.  Thank god it was still attached.
	Sliding back up my cock until just the head was in 
her mouth again, Andrea wrapped a hand around the shaft 
and began to rock back and forth, keeping her fist close 
to her lips so that mouth and hand formed one long tube. 
Her slim, clutching fingers slid up and down my prick 
and jacked me off into her mouth, the thumb sliding 
along the underside all the way up to the twin bumps on 
the bottom of my cockhead, while her tightly pressed 
lips clamped my lovestalk and her tongue lashed back and 
forth.  It was wonderful, it was exquisite, it was as 
good a blowjob as I had ever had.  I'm afraid I moaned 
again.  And again.
	Andrea slipped my prick out of her mouth and smiled 
at me.  "Now, don't get to liking it too much," she 
said.  "After all, you're supposed to put this 
cuntsticker in my pussy and fuck me silly with it, 
right?"
	"Right," I groaned, sagging back in the chair.  
Andrea used her hand to jack me off slowly, letting me 
slow down some while continuing to send waves of 
pleasure running through my body.  She leaned in 
occasionally to lick the knob of my cock, extending her 
tongue all the way and lapping at it, giving it a flick 
with the tip of her tongue.
	Then, when I had backed away from the edge of 
orgasm, Andrea moved forward again.  Opening her mouth 
wide, she slowly and carefully moved downward without 
touching me at all until she reached her fist that was 
still gripping the shaft.  Then she closed her mouth 
quickly, enveloping about half of it in a tightly 
sucking tube of writhing mouth and tongue and slowly 
pulled her head back, her hand sliding up along with it. 
Once back up to the head, she started pumping her mouth 
up and down my cock again, squeezing tightly with her 
fingers as they slid up and down with it.
	Finally, I could take it no more.  I moved a hand 
to her shoulder and touched it to get her attention.  
"Stop," I said weakly when she looked up.  "Help.  Or 
else..."
	Andrea smiled around my cock and slowly, 
sensuously, her tongue whipping back and forth, she 
pulled her clasping mouth back off my prick, sliding her 
hand off behind it.
	"Are you ready for some pussy?" she asked.  "Do you 
wanna stick that lily-white cock of yours into my tight, 
black honeypot?"  Andrea rocked back onto her heels, 
then stood up.  She reached down and wrapped her hand 
around my prick, pulling me gently toward her.  "Come 
on, baby, let's get on the bed and do some serious 
fucking."
	Leading me to pallet that occupied one side of the 
room, Andrea urged me to sit down and lie back.  "C'mon, 
baby," she said, "you lay down on your back and let 
Andrea get on top of you.  I want some of that hard 
white meat of yours.  C'mon, sugar, let me fuck you."
	I was happy to oblige.  Flopping down on my back, I 
folded the thin pillow in half and tucked it behind my 
head.  Andrea knelt beside me, then swung one leg over 
mine like a rider mounting a horse.  She pulled open the 
top drawer of a small nightstand next to the pallet and 
reached inside.  When she pulled her hand back out, she 
had something on her fingers -- apparently some 
lubricant, because she moved her hand to her pussy and 
worked her fingers in her snatch.
	"Oooh," Andrea said, "maybe I'll just do myself 
instead of fucking you."  She closed her eyes and let 
her head fall back while she continued to massage her 
honeypot.  My cock stuck up straight just in front of 
her body, a pole of white flesh that stood out against 
the background of her darker skin.  "Naw," Andrea said 
opening her eyes, "I guess I'd rather have that meat 
pole inside me."
	She pulled her hand out of her crotch and rubbed 
her fingers on the head of my dick, wiping the lubricant 
and pussy juices onto it.  Then she moved forward on her 
knees and raised up over me.  Sliding her hand toward 
the base of my prick, Andrea bent it downward and 
pointed it at her cunt.
	She lowered herself onto me gradually.  I felt the 
head of my cock nudge between the lips of her pussy and 
slide backward into her notch.  With a little hunch of 
her hips, Andrea seated it in her fucktube, then began 
to let herself down on me, swallowing more and more of 
the shaft.  Despite the lubrication and her natural 
pussy juices, her channel was tight.  It yielded to my 
intruding stalk reluctantly.
	When I was about half way in her, Andrea stopped 
and raised up again until once again only the head of my 
cock was seated in her lovebox.  Sliding her hips back 
and forth a few times, she worked my prick inside her 
until it slid easily in and out.  Then she pressed 
forward again and slid all the way down onto it until 
her mound pressed against my pubic bone.
	"Oh, yeah, honey, that's what I wanted," Andrea 
said.  "Awww, get it all the way up in there, sugar.  
Let me have it all."
	I pushed up, tightening my buns and thrusting my 
cock as far as possible up into her tightly grasping 
cunt.  I rolled my hips around, making it transcribe 
circles up inside her pussy.
	"Yes, lover, that's the way to please Momma," 
Andrea sighed.  "Give me that fuckstick!"  She raised 
her hands, running them up over her ribs to cup her 
tits, letting me fuck her from underneath.  She slid her 
thumbs down across the top of her breasts and pinched 
the dark nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling 
them back and forth.  
	I was as aroused as I had ever been.  My prick felt 
like a stick.  I threw myself up into her fuckhole, 
shoving it as deeply as possible, and rotating my hips 
each time I hit bottom, grinding my pelvis against her 
mound to massage her clit.
	"Ooooh, shit!," Andrea exclaimed, "I almost never 
cum, baby, but you're gonna make me do it.  Ummm... 
Ummm..."  She shoved her hips down on me, trapping me 
deep inside her, and began to swirl her pelvis around 
and around, first one way, then the other.
	"Oh, baby, Momma's gonna kick it!" she cried.  She 
thrust her hips forward, plunging me all the way into 
her pussy and giving her maximum contact between my cock 
and her clit.  She started whimpering, meanwhile 
hunching her hips up and down in short, strong jerk.
	"Oh, yeah, baby... Ummm... Ummm...  Oooh... 
Ooooh... Oh, yessss...  Just like that.  Oh, God... 
I'm... I'm... I'm cummmminnnng!"
	Andrea threw herself forward onto me, pressing her 
big, soft tits against my chest, whining and crying, her 
body jerking in sudden jolts as her cum slammed through 
her.  Her head was pulled back, her face contorted into 
a grimace, her mouth wide open in a silent scream.  Then 
she buried her face in my neck and bit me, hard enough 
that I was afraid she would break the skin.  She shook 
like a dog throwing off water, a shudder that passed 
down her back from her neck to her ass, her hips 
whipping from side to side.
	Just as she was about to push me over the edge, 
Andrea let out a big sigh and collapsed onto me.  She 
went completely limp.  She was too small for her weight 
to be onerous, but she had gone completely slack on top 
of me and might have slid off were it not for the flesh 
pole that pinned her to my middle.  I was still hard, 
but the cessation of movement let me back off from my 
own climax, which had been just moments away.
	"Oooh, honey," Andrea said after a few moments, 
"that was very, very nice.  I haven't come like that in 
way too long."  She began sliding her pussy up and down 
on me again, slowly and sensuously.  I responded by 
flexing my love muscle, making it swell inside her.
	"Well," Andrea said, "now I gotta love you 
especially good.  I'm gonna make you come hard, baby.  
I'm gonna make you blow your wad right up Momma's tight 
little pussy."
	She began to raise and lower herself with more 
authority, shoving her hips forward with a convulsive 
snap to drive her cunt down onto my cock, then rocking 
her hips the other way and drawing back slowly, dragging 
the bottom of her channel erotically along the sensitive 
underside of the shaft.  I started to move in response, 
but Andrea sat up and put her hands and weight on my 
hipbones, pinning me to the pallet.
	"No, let me fuck you, baby," she said.  "You just 
lie there and get it.  I'm gonna fuck you silly."  
Pushing down against my hips, Andea raised her hips 
until once again only the head of my cock was inside 
her.  She twirled her hips above me, making the tight 
entrance of her cunt circle around and around on the 
crown of my prick.  She sank down on me again, driving 
my stem all the way up inside her, then raised up again 
and repeated the circling move.
	"You like that, sugar?" Andrea asked.  "You like 
the way I fuck?  I can suck that big dick of yours with 
my pussy.  You wanna see how?"
	She didn't wait for an answer, which was just as 
well, since I doubt if I could have spoken just then.  
My mind was on the feel of Andrea's tught, slippery 
fuckhole as it alternately twirled around the sensitive 
knob or slid down the shaft until I was entirely buried 
in her pussy.
	This time when she pushed down on me, however, 
Andrea hesitated, getting me all the way into her.  Then 
I felt a strong enveloping grip all along the shaft of 
my cock as she squeezed me with the muscles of her 
fucktube.  Maintaining the pressure, she slowly drew her 
hips back, dragging her clasping pussy over and off my 
rampant hard-on.  At the top of her stroke, Andrea 
relaxed her cunt muscle and pushed back down onto me, 
then repeated the process again and again.
	It was like a blowjob, but no mouth could wrap 
itself tight around the entire length of my cock like 
Andrea's pussy did.  It was like a handjob and blowjob 
combined, and it got me going again in a hurry.
	"Jeez, woman, that feels good," I told her.  
"You're gonna make me blow my wad if you keep that up."
	"I'm gonna keep it up until you do," Andrea said, a 
look of concentration on her face as she worked to keep 
the rhythm going.  "But you tell me when you're gonna 
blow it, baby, 'cause I want to suck the cum out of you 
with my mouth pussy."
	"Aw, that's gonna be pretty soon," I gasped.  My 
cock was twitching inside her, and Andrea knew I wasn't 
kidding.
	She grasped me with her pussy one last time and 
pulled upward, this time coming all the way off.  
Scooting backward, Andrea wrapped a hand around my cock 
and guided it into her mouth, pushing forward to swallow 
almost all of it.
	Where her pussy had been tight and almost gummy, 
her mouth was wet and slick.  Andrea wrapped her lips 
around my prick tightly, squeezing me with her lips, and 
lashed at the underside with her tongue.  She began 
plunging her head up and down on my cock, groaning and 
grunting with the effort.  Her hand whipped up and down 
the shaft, twisting around at the top of each stroke.  
It was more than enough to push me over the edge.
	"Oh, jeez, baby, here it comes!" I shouted, as I 
felt my cum boil up out of my balls and jet through the 
shaft to spurt into Andrea's sucking, slavering mouth.  
She cried out in eagerness to get it, twisting her head 
back and forth and pumping both mouth and hand up and 
down on me.
	"Ahhhhh, SHIT!  Take it!" I yelled, as I came in 
her hot, sucking oral cavity.  Spasm after spasm wracked 
me, and jet after jet shot into Andrea's welcoming, 
dick-sucking mouth.  She swallowed hard, then again.  
Grayish-white cream appeared at the corners of her lips 
as the overflow seeped out.
MY hips arched up from the pallet, bending my whole body 
into a bow.  Then I collapsed, almost yanking my cock 
out of Andrea's grasp, but she followed me down and 
swallowed it all again.
	We lay there for a while.  I was unable to speak, 
except to moan and jerk when Andrea would slide her 
tongue around the head of my cock, which was so 
sensitive that it was almost hurting.  God what a 
blowjob, what a fuck it had been!
	When my dick was getting limp and no more jism 
could be coaxed out of it, Andrea slowly pulled her head 
back and off me.  We traded smiles.
	"God, that was good, baby," I told her.  "Best 
ever!"
	"Glad you like it, sugar," Andrea replied.  "Was 
the least I could do after you made me cum.  Most times 
I'm too busy working to get more than a little pleasure 
out of it."
	Mentioning work seemed to bring Andrea back to 
reality.  She began to put her clothes back on -- 
panties, shoes and shorts.  I lay there limply for a 
while, but when she gave me a look that combined a smile 
and a cocked eyebrow, I knew she wanted me to get up and 
get going.
	That's the problem with whores.  Whatever else you 
can say for them -- simplicity, professionalism, and 
lack of hang-ups -- you're not going to get to lay 
around and doze off afterward unless you want to spring 
for an all-nighter.  I struggled to my feet and dragged 
on my clothes.
	When we had both put ourselves back together, 
Andrea made a few more straightening up moves in the 
room, then led me out the door.  We took a different 
route back, winding up at an unfamiliar door behind 
which I could hear the throb of music.  Andrea stopped, 
put her arms around my neck, and gave me a deep, 
passionate kiss.
	"Thank you, sugar," she said.  "I hope you enjoyed 
yourself.  I certainly did."
	"Oh, yes," I said.  "I think you can safely say 
that I enjoyed myself."
	She gave me a happy smile, then pulled the door 
open.  It put me back in the Basement corridor near the 
restrooms.  "See you around, sugar," Andrea said, and 
closed the door behind me.  I slipped into the men's 
room to straighten up, wondering whether anyone would 
notice or call attention to me when I re-entered the 
main room and what I was going to say to Ted.

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End (for now) of 'The Club' by Titmouse.  
Story 19

Author's Note:

Pure fantasy.  There is no place such as The Club as far as I know.
On the other hand, maybe there is.  And if there isn't, maybe there
should be.

I may return to The Club one of these days for more episodes.

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