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Here is story 2 or a set of four, "After Bar 69." You have it posted as a MS 
WORD doc. Here it, slightly edited, in ASCII for your and ASSM readers. 
Nudemodel

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{ASS} Bar 69 4/2 {by Nudemodel} (M,F interr oral anal
exhib humil rimming true)

After Bar 69 is the second story in a series of four.
It is a fictionalized from experiences of an American
white male nude art model, Tom, from Cleveland, who
finds job as a dirty naked sex-model publicly engaging
in sex and rimming a naked black Jamaican female,
Angela, in an open-to-the-public live-sex-peepshow on
the Reeperbahn in Hamburg, Germany. Characters,
situations, and places have been rendered completely
fictional.

AFTER BAR 69

By Nudemodel

  It was noon on a hot summer Saturday. I was a
public naked piece-of-ass, and I had grown comfortable
with being one.

  Now I had to go to work as a public naked piece-
of-ass on the Reeperbahn in Hamburg. I took off my
wristwatch, shoes, socks, shirt, tee shirt, slacks, and
underpants.

  When I was naked, I pulled on a sleeveless shirt,
shorts without underpants, and shower shoes without
socks.

  I had to go down the street to perform in live-sex
peepshows with a black Jamaican girl named Angela. I
put on a chrome-studded black leather slave-collar,
chrome-studded black wristbands on each wrist, and
chrome-studded black ankle-bands on each ankle.

  The peepshow manager's French wife designed this
fetish apparel that intentionally neglected to conceal
buttocks, anuses, genitals, breasts, and nipples.

  All of their otherwise-naked sex-models wore them.
Their shows featured interracial sex. Naked white
pieces-of-ass wore black ones, and naked black pieces-
of-ass wore white leather ones.

  "It's so you whores look like dirty slave-sluts
instead of arty nudes," she had cackled with a French
accent. "Customers pay to sneer at our debauched slave
pieces-of-ass."

  I had been one of her debauched naked pieces-of-
ass in that peepshow on Thursday.

  During breaks between shows, Angela suggested that
since I was the only male nude art model named Tom in
Cleveland, her art-student pen-pal and distant cousin
Susan might have drawn me in figure drawing classes.

  Susan, she told me, was a black eighteen-year-old
Army brat. Susan's father now worked in recruiting
office in Cleveland. But he had been stationed in
Germany before that. Angela and she had been exchanging
letters and e-mails since she left.

  Just before I got to the peepshow on the raunchy
Reeperbahn, I stopped in front of one of the many sex-
show bars and peeked in. I called the joint "Bar 69."
All day Friday I had been the naked male half of the
sex-act with a naked blond blue-eyed Ukrainian woman
named Marina on top of that bar.

  Freya, the proprietor, looked up from behind the
bar counter, saw my sex-show costuming, and knew where
I was going. On Thursday, she had gone to the peepshow
to tell the manager that her black African male who
performed with Marina had to go to German immigration
the next afternoon.

  Freya picked me instead of two younger more
attractive guys because she had seen me performing
anilingus on Angela. "I need a dirty naked male piece-
of-ass for Friday, and you're that bitch," she had told
me.

  She waved cutely this time. "Hello, Tom," she
hollered with a grin that had a hint of a sneer. I
waved back and continued on to the peepshow. 

  It was liberated Germany. Behind the glass of the
peepshow advertising case facing the sidewalk were six
color photographs of us sex performers. The photos were
lined up in three pairs under hand-printed times for
our live-sex-shows.

  Angela, the other four sex-models, and I had been
photographed totally naked except for our chrome-
studded leather slave-collars, wristbands, and ankle-
bands. The photos had been taken while we were on our
hands and knees on the office desk.

  The manager's wife had taken all six shots from
behind and slightly below the desktop level. "Spread
your legs lewdly wide apart and look back at my
camera," she had commanded all six of us nude sex-
models while she crouched behind our naked buttocks.

  "They're advertising photos. They'll show you
naked pieces-of-ass sluttishly touting your asses,
assholes, and sex-organs to people on the sidewalk like
dirty whores. I make you sluts look back at the camera
to show them your facial identities."

  While Angela and I had stood naked after getting
down from the desk, she had picked out the two Polaroid
shots that were now in the sidewalk ad case and showed
them to us with a contemptuous sneer. "Customers come
in to see our defiled naked whores like you," she had
told Angela and me with an insolent laugh.

  Now, several days and ten live-sex-shows later, I
started in from the sidewalk. For some reason I looked
back.

  Two circa eighteen-year-old black girls stopped at
the advertising case facing the sidewalk and began
chuckling and snickering at the photos of us sex-models
sluttishly touting our bare asses, assholes, and sex-
organs to everyone on the sidewalk like whores.

  One black girl had a pencil-row hairstyle, wore a
white tanktop, green shorts, white socks, and white
name-brand sneakers.

  The other had straightened blond-dyed hair, and
wore a blue blouse, short white shorts, white socks,
and brown loafers. Her short white shorts fit snugly
and revealed some of the bottoms of her shapely round
black buttocks. She carried a video camera.

  Did I see her somewhere before? Maybe it was
because both her pretty face and ebony ass resembled
Angela's.

  The blond-haired black girl pointed to my photo
and giggled, "I saw his bare ass, asshole, cock, and
balls in..." A noisy large truck went by on the
Reeperbahn, and I missed the rest. But I noted that it
was American English.

  The truck went by, and I could hear again. The
tall black girl answered, "Yeah, let's watch your
whore-cousin degrade this white male whore," she
grinned while she tapped at the photo of me. 

  "They're on in three minutes," the blond-haired
black girl said while pointing to photos of Angela and
me. 

  They snickered and sneered for a few seconds at
our scandalous photos and then rascally swaggered
inside.

  "Your cousin looks a lot like you, Susan," the
tall black girl with pencil-row hair wisecracked. Then
I knew that the blond-haired black girl was Angela's
cousin from Cleveland, for whom I had modeled nude many
times.

  "Two of us can fit in a booth," Susan suggested to
deflect it. 

  "We gotta see him actually doing it," said the
tall black girl. They were obviously American military
brats and knew from experience that they could both get
into a viewing booth. 

  They stopped at the other advertising case just
inside the door. It had close-up photos of each of the
three female faces on the outside bulletin board giving
blowjobs and each of the male faces on it eating pussy.

  Beside these were a mixture of photos of coital
sex acts, photos of white females rimming black males,
and white males rimming black females, including a
close-up of me with my white face turned sideways
between Angela's bare black buttocks to clearly show my
tongue licking her ebony asshole.

  The black girl with the blond hair patted her
video camera and pointed to it. "Sure likes his face in
her black ass. Be fun to get comments when we show our
video," she sneered to her girlfriend with a nod at her
video camera.

  The other girl nodded approval and snickered. They
were caught up with the photos for another few seconds
and did not see me.

  The peepshow joint had a green terrazzo floor.
Large ceiling fans turned slowly in the sultry summer
air. Several houseflies buzzed around them. I was hot
and sweating.

  Way in the back, the pretty ebony face of Angela
smiled as she waved to me. She was same five-feet-five-
inch height as the teenage girl with the blond-dyed
hair, but about five years older.

  She was barefoot and ready to go with her chrome-
studded white leather slave-collar, wristbands, and
ankle-bands on. She wore red lipstick lightly applied,
lightly applied mascara and faint purplish eye shadow.

  Her straightened black hair was cut in a short
female style and fastened back with a blue plastic hair
clip. Her red tanktop only partly covered her fairly
flat female breasts and revealed she had no bra. Her
cut-short tight white shorts that revealed more of the
bottoms of her shapely round black buttocks than the
ones the teenager was wearing.

  Video booths lined both walls. Customers would
watch videos of naked sex-performers engaging in coital
sex, fellatio, cunnilingus, and anilingus while waiting
around to watch naked real live-sex-show performers
like Angela and me perform those same sex-acts.

  Male biology limited coital sex in live-sex-shows.
Angela and I had to do five or six forty-five-minute
shows every day, seven days a week. I might fuck her in
one show per day. But usually not. We mostly did
cunnilingus, fellatio, and anilingus, which we
performed in a variety of sex-act poses and positions
for forty-five minutes each show.

  I would lick her titties. She would lick my balls
and then briefly suck my cock, long enough to entertain
the spectators with public cocksucking, but not enough
to cause me to ejaculate into her mouth and then be
sexually done for the show.

  Then I would eat her pussy. Then I would lick her
asshole. Then she would lick my balls and slowly suck
my cock in a different position. Then I would lick her
asshole and her cunt in a different position. Then she
would lick my balls and slowly suck my cock in yet
another position. And so on for forty-five minutes.

  The turntable continuously rotated us. Spectators
in the booths could gawk at our sex-acts, naked bodies,
sex-organs, bare asses, and assholes. Along with these,
they could scrutinize our facial identities and
expressions from all angles. No part of our facial
features, bare flesh, anatomy, or sex-acts was ever out
of spectator view for long.

  A red neon sign pointed to fifteen booths arranged
in a circular pattern a dozen steps back into the
joint. These had been constructed specifically for
gawking at naked sex-models. They had been built for a
single standing customer in each booth, but the
management tolerated couples squeezing into them.

  They even tolerated three college-age students
squeezing in. At five German marks for about two
minutes of viewing in each of the fifteen booths, they
made about two thousand marks, or around a thousand
dollars, for each forty-five-minute live-sex-show. 

  On other words, they made up to seven to eight
thousand dollars per day. Since they paid naked Angela
and me the Deutschemark equivalent of between sixty and
eighty dollars a day, they lost little and gained
repeat customers by letting extra spectators squeeze
into viewing booths.

  The two college-age black girls were giggling just
in back of me.

  "See his slave-collar and stuff? He's your piece-
of-ass model that we're going to watch," the one with
pencil-row hair shrieked with glee.

  Before I could turn, the manager saw me and
glanced at his wristwatch. It was two minutes to show
time. "Get naked, Tom!" he barked.

  I nodded to him that I would. Then I turned
around. The black girl with the blond-dyed hair and the
nice ass looked me over and grinned lewdly.

  "You're the whore who's gonna lick her asshole
while I watch, and I've seen you naked before," she
told me with a smirking sneer. I knew that it was
Susan, Angela's cousin, and an art student who had
drawn and painted my nude body many times. She had seen
me naked in her art classes in Cleveland. But I kept
quiet.

  She patted her video camera to let me know that
she was also going to videotape me doing it, but said
nothing.

  A sign said: No Cameras.

  No one paid attention to it. Management never said
anything to the customers. But the black college
student clearly did not want to test her luck.

  "The management makes their naked sex-models sign
model releases because videos and photos can get shown
and published," the tall black girl said to Susan. "You
can show and sell the videos of the filthy white
whore's naked body and his filthy rim-jobs, and he
can't do anything about it."

  Susan shot me a dirty wink and held out the video
camera to assure me of what she was going to do and
shot me a wink and a contemptuous grin to confirm it.

  I felt a hand feeling my ass. I turned. It was
Angela. She had told me on Thursday that she relished
the feel of my face in her ass and my tongue on her
anus. "Face-in-ass time, Tom," she told me in a
Jamaican accent.

  "Face-in-ass time, Tom?" Susan taunted. I
shrugged.

  Angela began pulling off her tanktop and I began
pulling off my gym shirt as we hurried five steps to
the door to the peepshow turntable. In back of us, the
two teenage girls were snickering and laughing. Other
customers were leering lewdly and sneering at us two
sex-model sluts who would be on naked public exhibit
engaging in sex-acts for them 

  We got to the door bare from the waist up. Angela
and I glanced back. The black girl with the blond hair
was right in back of us and videotaping. She winked and
stuck her tongue out at me.

  "Is that your cousin, Susan?" I asked Angela. She
smiled at her cousin and patted my ass.

  "Yeah," Angela nodded. "You modeled naked for her
a lot."

  "You remember?" Susan asked me.

  I had modeled nude for thousands of different
students by then. But Susan had been one of the few
black art students. And I remembered her.

  "Yeah. You're a first year," I said.

  "Just for Susan, first thing you're going to do is
lick my asshole, bitch," Angela told me loudly, for her
cousin's benefit. "Best way to show you licking my
black asshole is I'll get on my hands and knees and you
get on your hands and knees behind my black ass."

  "Okay," I told her as I opened the door. Susan was
videotaping us. She winked dirtily at me as Angela and
I and stepped into the access door.

  "You modeled naked for her drawing class six times
last spring," she said. 

  "Yeah, I vaguely remember her," I said. I glanced
back at Susan. I did not clearly remember her. But I
did recognize her.

  "She didn't have blond hair when you modeled nude
for her in art classes," Angela told me. "She just
started that blond stuff. Wants to think she's German
or white or something."

  I followed Angela in and shut the door. Neither
she nor I minded anyone seeing us naked. But the
manager's wife wanted the door shut for some kind of
quirky legal reason.

  The access area to the turntable was small. I
kicked off my shower shoes. Angela and I bumped against
each other as she and I slipped off our shorts. Neither
of us had worn underpants. I glanced at her tuft of
kinky black pubic hair and the split ebony bulge of her
fleshy cunt.

  It was a hot day and even hotter in the heat of
bright peepshow spotlights. Our naked flesh was already
moist and slimy with perspiration. And our skin had
gotten wet and sticky under our leather slave-collars,
wristbands, and ankle-bands.

  The red-rug-covered turntable was two feet above
the floor and eight feet in diameter. Surrounding it
were the fifteen peepshow booths.

  There was a narrow one-foot-wide access area on
the green terrazzo floor between the turntable and the
wall of fifteen viewing booths. It had not been
cleaned. A few candy bar and cigarette wrappers were
scattered around on the floor, and there were shoe
prints in the dust where one of the maintenance people
had walked to repair shutter-raising mechanisms on
viewing windows.

  When a spectator put five marks of coins into a
coin box inside each of the viewing booths, a small
electric motor raised a shutter for about two minutes
and allowed views of naked sex-models like Angela and
me. If no more coins were dropped in, the shutter
eventually dropped over the window until more coins
were put in.

  The center of the slowly rotating turntable was
five feet from any and all of the viewing windows. The
edge of the turntable was one foot from any and all of
the windows.

  Sometimes some part of the bare body of a sex-
model might extend some beyond it. So Angela's and my
naked anatomies were always on view from distances
between a few inches and a few feet from spectators.

  But to us naked sex-models, it looked like a tiny
private room. The slowly turning turntable was two feet
above floor, and the customers stood on the floor-
level. The spectators were looking straight out ahead
at Angela's and my sex-organs and bare asses.

  We naked sex-models had no idea who was looking at
us or who might be videotaping or photographing us in
those dark booths. We were either looking down at the
windows when were standing, or we were slightly below
the viewing windows when we were lying or kneeling on
the turntable. The glare of seven bright quartz
spotlights shined in our eyes and glared brightly off
the dark booth windows. 

  Angela put a foot up on the slowly turning
turntable and got onto it. She immediately got on her
hands and knees and spread her legs. She did not even
look back at me. I glanced at her shapely bare ebony
ass. 

  I got up on the slowly turning turntable. It was
suddenly like a slightly different world. The turntable
seemed almost to stand still, and the fifteen viewing
booths seemed to go around our bare bodies.

  All of the viewing-window shutters were up. That
meant that over twenty spectators were ogling Angela's
and my naked anatomies and delighting in having
purchased our public debauchery.

  I got on my knees behind Angela's bare ass. Her
sweat glistened on her shapely round ebony buttocks in
the hot bright spotlights. Between her black buttocks a
droplet of sweat ran down the crack of her ass, over
the dark pigmented flesh of her anus, and down into the
black pubic hair on the right side of the split bulge
of her cunt. 

  "What are you waiting for, Tom?" Angela said
without looking back. "Lick my asshole, bitch."

  I bent forward and placed my hands on the
turntable rug between Angela's ebony thighs. I took
another glance at her asshole while I spread my legs to
give the spectators a good view of my bare ass,
asshole, and dangling balls and cock like in the photos
facing the sidewalk and like the manager wanted me to
do.

  Then I pressed my face into her ebony ass, pressed
my mouth against her asshole, slipped my tongue out,
and began licking around and around the firm flesh of
her anus. Along with several cackles and guffaws, I
could hear two black college girls yelling shrieks of
mocking glee.

  "Face-in-ass time, Tom!" Susan loudly ridiculed
from behind one of those twenty dark windows, I had no
idea which.

  Knowing that she was videotaping, I spread my legs
more obscenely wide apart to give her a view of my ass,
asshole, and dangling sex-organs. Wherever she was with
her video camera, the slowly turning turntable would
bring any sight of my naked body that she might want
into her and her camera's view. 

  I squished my mouth against Angela's asshole, and
forced my tongue as far as I could squeeze into her
anal orifice a dozen times. 

  When I returned to licking around her anal flesh,
Angela continued to squash her sweaty black ass tight
against my face and squirm her asshole around my mouth.

  My nose was squashed into the crack of her ass,
and in order to lick her asshole, I had to keep my
mouth against it. My oral activity stimulated a flow of
saliva, and I had to obscenely gulp it while licking
her anus and then vulgarly suck breaths by saliva-wet
anal flesh.

  I backed my face away and looked at her sweaty
black ass and the saliva wetness around her asshole. A
slight breeze made me aware of the saliva moistness all
around my mouth. I had watched one of the German female
sex-models perform anilingus in a big black male ass on
that same turntable. I knew that the saliva all around
my lower face and chin was glistening in the bright
spotlights.

  I wanted to get my mouth and tongue into the soft
flesh of Angela's cunt and smell and feel the odorous
wetness of her cunt juices smearing around my mouth and
lower face. "How long do you want me to lick your
asshole, Angela?" I asked,

  "Five minutes minimum, bitch," she told me. "I'm
enjoying it. So are those girls and everybody. And you
want to give them a good dirty video, don't you, Tom?"

  I licked her asshole until my tongue got tired.
Then I licked her cunt from behind with a tired tongue
and a stiff neck. In a way, I felt like I was posing
nude for art classes again. It was getting more sore
and less fun.

  Then she moved her ass and cunt out of my face.
Knowing what that meant, I stood up. She knelt in front
of me, slurped my penis into her mouth, and began
giving a public blowjob.

  Angela and I went through poses, positions, and
sex-acts like this for more than another half-hour. She
sucked my cock. She stood up, and I knelt down and ate
her pussy. I lay on the turntable and she sucked cock
again. She lay on her stomach on the turntable, and I
pressed my face between her buttocks and licked her
anus. I stood up and she sucked my cock. She was
careful not to suck me off because we had to keep the
show going and had to do it all over again in an hour.

  But she had been turned-on from me licking her
asshole. When I licked down from her asshole onto her
cunt and got my mouth on her clit, it was a hard little
nob. And shortly after that she had a female orgasm
while moaning and squishing her aromatic wet cunt into
my face.

  And then she rolled over on her back and just lay
there for a minute with a blank look at me. She sighed
and clenched her jaw. Knowing that we had a show to do,
she turned over onto her stomach again, spread her legs
wide apart. She looked back at me over her bare black
ass, and nodded toward her asshole.

  I eased my face over her ass, pressed it between
her slippery sweating black buttocks, and licked her
asshole for a couple minutes. And then she crawled
around, inserted my cock into her mouth, wrapped her
lips around it, and cocksucked it hard again. Then she
slurped my stiff white male phallus slowly in and out a
dozen times. And then she stood up and I knelt behind
her and squashed my face between her buttocks and
licked again.

  All the while coins kept dropping into boxes. The
peepshow joint made over a thousand bucks for that one
live-sex-show. I got five bucks. Angela got fifteen.

  When a little bell rang and told us it was over,
we got off the turntable, slipped into our clothes, and
went down and got a pizza. The teenage girls were
nowhere to be seen. They had come; they had seen; and
they had videotaped.

  "Not to worry," Angela told me with a shrug.
"You're a piece-of-ass. Susan came to ogle your bare
ass and videotape you licking my anus for fun with
their friends."

  Months later when I was back in Cleveland for the
first day of college drawing classes, there was Susan.
She still had blond-dyed hair. She kept a serious
nonchalant face while she drew my bare body in numerous
poses.

  At the end of the modeling session, and while I
was still naked, she saucily sashayed up to me. She
studied my dangling male sex-organs as I pulled on my
robe. The last of the other students left the
classroom.

  "That was a really dirty peepshow you did in
Germany, Tom," she coquettishly told me.

  "I'm surprised you recognized me. I only modeled
six days for your college class. You have a good memory
for faces," I responded.

  "Actually I remembered your bare white ass,
asshole, penis, and balls," she cutely asserted.

  "Well, your fine black ass looks a lot like your
cousin Angela's," I countered.

  "So you want to lick my anus like hers?" she
propositioned.

  "Any time," I grinned.

  "Okay. Face-in-ass time, Tom," she taunted and
saucily stuck out her tongue at me. "Angela said that
you told her you enjoyed licking her asshole."

  "Yeah," I answered. Actually I had told Susan that
during one of the several times that she had used me as
her naked asshole-licking white whore at a sex-party in
Germany.

  The black college with the blond hair and the nice
ass sneered a dirty grin at me and slipped her hand
under my robe and impolitely felt around my bare ass.
Pressing her hand against the flesh of my buttocks, she
guided me toward a nude-model dressing booth.

  We slipped quickly into it and closed the door. I
knelt on floor. She pulled up her dress and slipped
down her panties. I caught a glimpse of the blond-
haired black girl's tuft of kinky black pubic hair
before she turned and placed her bare black ass in
front of my face.

  "Pussy hair shows you're not a natural blond," I
joked.

  But she resented what she thought was an innuendo.
"Natural or not, I'm going to have your white face in
my black ass degradingly licking around my black
asshole, bitch," she said as she stuck her tongue out
at me.

  I pressed my face between her ebony buttocks, got
my tongue on her anal flesh, and licked.

  "Stick your tongue deep into my asshole, bitch,"
she told me. I forced my tongue into it several times
and then went back to licking around her anal flesh.

  "You make a video of Angela and me?" I asked
quietly into her black ass after a minute of rimming
her.

  She moved her ass out of my face. "Sold the dirty
video of you licking her black asshole to an Internet
site. Your tongue felt neat, slut," she whispered 

  She pulled up her panties and pulled down her
dress and smoothed it out. I stood up and she turned so
we stood face to face in the small model-undressing
booth. She looked me over with a grin and a sneer.

  "I'm taking a video course this semester. Angela's
coming to visit me next summer. You want to make
another good dirty asshole-licking video with her,
bitch?"

  "Sure," I said. She patted my bare ass and gave me
a dirty wink.

  "Okay," she turned and grinned as she saucily
strode away, putting an emphasis on her swaying fanny. 

  She had a dirty grin for me when I came in to
model nude for the next figure drawing class two days
later. "Hi, Tom," she said sweetly as she pointedly
looked at my penis and then stuck out her tongue at me.
I grinned and got into a pose.

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