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"New Year's Eve at the Red 5"
(c) 2005 by FranzKafka79

All rights reserved. May be archived at ASSTR, but nowhere else without my 
permission. Not to be read in countries in which on-line reading of stories 
with sexual contents is illegal. Not to be read by minors anyway. (A minor 
is expected to be less than 18 years of age, depending on where you live, 
though, some political leaders behave like minors -- so they also shouldn't 
read it). Some of the practices described in this story are dangerous and/or 
insane or illegal. Drug use is illegal in most countries. You are 
responsible for what you are doing.

All characters in this story are fuckable in the country in which this story 
takes place, which is identical with the country in which the story was 
written ("produced") and posted ("distributed"). The age of consent in that 
country is fifteen, though in the story no age is explicitly stated. No 
animals have been harmed in producing this adult entertainment. (See some 
further warnings at the bottom of the posting).

The Red 5 club really exists and its interior is authentic, as are the 
characters described herein. The story was inspired by watching two young 
women. Some actions by others have been added to their behaviour. Also I 
have to thank my former R/L girlfriend, Alexandra, who was used to have some 
traditions on New Year's Eve, many years ago. The actions in this story have 
been dramatised (i.e. some elements from my fantasy have been added) and 
altered and so it can be stated, that real people have never acted like the 
characters in this story.

Esu Migabe cleaned up the mess, which I named writing. Thank you very much. 
All remaining mistakes are mine.

The story is dedicated to the woman I'm in love with for more than eight 
years now.

***

New Year's Eve at the Red 5
A story by FranzKafka79


Almost five months had passed since Jana and I split. It was frustrating 
being lonely, I had no interest in occasionally hooking up a woman here and 
there. I used my own hands rather than going through the whole ritual of 
getting a willing woman into my bed for a more or less good fuck. I wasn't 
really unhappy but as the year ended I had no idea what to do on the last 
day of the year.

All my friends had to fulfil other `tasks', most of them had to spend the 
New Year's Eve with their wives and children, so I decided to visit the Red 
5 club, alone.

After enjoying a meal of salmon and rice, which was accompanied with a 
bottle of Chardonnay, I left my house to visit the club.

I arrived at ten thirty and the club was already crowded. At the L-shaped 
bar were standing about twenty people. At the end of the bar, there were 
still three small tables along the left wall, each for three or four guests. 
I sat down at the only unoccupied table.

Unusually this evening, no girls were serving, but two guys I knew from 
earlier visits were. I ordered a whiskey and cola without ice. They didn't 
have a great variety of them, so I chose Jameson. Actually, I only signed a 
`J' with my right hand and things went from alone there. Soon  I had to 
order a second one and it was about half past eleven when the barman brought 
me my third drink, as a girl I never saw before entered the club. It seems 
she was looking for somebody -- she was patrolling through the whole club. 
No place was free, except for the very end of the bar, next to my little 
table. I would have invited her to join me, but as no other chair was 
available, I didn't bother and, as I said earlier, I hadn't a big interest 
in hooking up with someone.

Nevertheless, I watched her move. She wore dark jeans, but in the twilight I 
couldn't tell the colour. Along with that she also wore a black tight 
sweater which hugged her body and was very tight around her breasts.  - She 
was about a head smaller than me but slender without being skinny. Her blond 
hair was combed straight back. Because she didn't remove her jacket, I 
couldn't see how long her hair was. She looked like maybe twenty years of 
age, so I was nearly twice as old. The girl also drank some whiskey I guess, 
though I did not pay attention to the brand.

The minutes went by and she seemed nervous. Repeatedly she took her cell 
phone and tried to phone, but it wasn't possible to do that because the 
noise in the bar was incredible. She wrote some short text messages on her 
mobile and her face turned very angry, when she read the reply.

About five minutes to midnight, I saw her speak to the barman and he served 
her with two glasses of Jameson. Taking them, she turned, came to my table 
and set both glasses down on the surface. Then she bent down to me and 
almost shouting, said in my ear.

"May I join you for celebrating the New Year? My date did not show up and 
you seem to be the only guy in here who is not with his girl friend, too 
drunk or another jerk, like my date."

I blushed a little bit, but soon regained my confidence.

I stood up and offered her my chair.

She looked at me and a gave me a smile which lit up her face. I simply 
nodded.

"Don't bother with sitting!" she said, but thankfully she took off her 
jacket and hung it over the chair. She kept her little white purse on her 
shoulder. Now I could see her hair in full length. It was shoulder length 
and its colour was straw-blonde.

As the whole club counted down to midnight, we were raising our glasses. As 
the hour showed midnight, the blonde said, ,,Bottoms up" and we drank the 
glasses empty. Then she went on her tip-toes and raised her head towards 
mine. I bent down my head, so she could kiss me on my lips. The kiss lasted 
long and I wasn't sure if I was meant to feel her tongue trying to intrude 
into my mouth. I opened my lips slightly as her tongue took advantage of me. 
I opened my lips even more and soon we were French kissing each other.

I tried not to show my surprise, but my eyes grew bigger, I am sure, as my 
tongue discovered the metal bar, which went through her tongue, from the top 
to the base.

She saw the surprise on my face and smiled as she broke the kiss. Then her 
mouth wandered to my right ear and she said, "You like surprises?"

Yes, I did. "Sometimes!" I answered.

Her tongue came out and licked the lube of my ear. Then she silently took my 
hand and drew me to the restrooms. Not bothering about my gender, she headed 
to the women's restroom and shoved me into the small cubicle. I was 
perplexed, but full of anticipation.

"You know, I have this tradition. Since the age of sixteen I got a fuck 
within the first hour of the New Year. I will break up with this asshole for 
spending tonight with his friends instead of me, but I will not break with 
my tradition. Though, the tradition is not so old and you will be only the 
third guy to give me my New Year's fuck."

She started to pull down my zip and her hands sought for my cock. That 
wasn't difficult at all, since it was stone hard, but more difficult to get 
it out.

"Nice cock!" she said, as she went down. Then she took it into her mouth. At 
first, only the tip of her tongue touched the head with the hole. Then she 
closed her lips around my shaft. The feeling of her tongue-piercing on my 
dick was not really a new feeling, since I met pierced girls before, but 
somehow it was electrifying me.

Her tongue twirled around my penis and I could tell, that giving blowjobs 
wasn't unusual to her. Some minutes later she stopped, looked up and said 
smiling, "time to fuck." Then she turned her back to me, opened her jeans 
and shoved them down to her ankles. I stood behind her and she backed up 
until her back was to my belly. She reached between her legs for my cock. I 
didn't remark, when and where she had prepared it, but she put a rubber onto 
it.

"You know, never fuck a stranger without rubbers!" she said as she turned 
and smiled at me. She shoved herself higher until the tip of my rod was 
against her pussy. With her fingers she parted her pussy lips and let my 
rubber covered cock slide into her.

"Fuck me hard, no time for romance now," she said, leaning back, pressing 
herself on me and pinning me with her body to the wall of the cubicle.

As my  cock intruded her warm and wet cunt, my feelings were sensational. 
Both of us weren't in a convenient position, but that didn't matter for me 
because I hadn't fucked since the evening Jana left. (That had ended in)a 
big fight. I had been fucking Jana from behind, holding her struggling body 
down on the carpet. Just minutes later, she told me she was leaving me. 
Telling me, that she couldn't stand me or my lifestyle any more. My sperm 
was still leaking out of her, dripping down her bare legs in the short skirt 
she wore, as she banged the door and left for good.

I thrusted into the girl and she moved her body against mine. My cock slid 
into her pussy in its whole length; she was very tight, surely because she 
couldn't spread her legs very much, since her pulled down jeans were bonding 
her legs together, just below her knees. I was sure, that she was 
experienced in sex, even though she felt so tight.

She began to moan as I penetrated her. Powerful and strong thrusts, fucking 
her, without being nice, the only purpose of our fucking was to reach orgasm 
and to spurt my sperm into her. Well really just into the rubber.

"Go ahead, lover," she said.

My breath was fastening. The rhythm of her rocking hips, the tightness of 
her lust channel and the celibacy I had held for weeks  brought me nearer to 
orgasm.

"Slow!" I moaned, "or I will come."

"You should. This fuck is for your own lust." She said with a husky voice.

Then, with a forceful move of her hips against my body, the fate of our 
fucking was sealed, I came, filling the rubber with sperm.

***

Fucking in a toilet cubicle is arousing, disgusting and difficult at the 
same time, but most of all -- sex with _this_ girl was great.

***

Some time later, when our breath had calmed down, we pulled up our clothes. 
Before we left, we had started kissing each other again and I could smell my 
cock on her tongue, from the blowjob she had given me.

Outside the door, two girls had been waiting or so I had thought. It turned 
out that they weren't waiting at all. The smaller one, in a light blue 
sweater, was sitting on the table, which was situated inside the toilet 
block. Her miniskirt was pulled up to her waist. The taller one was dressed 
all in Black, even her hair was dark. She was standing between the legs of 
the sitting girl, facing her. Her right hand fondled with the smaller girl's 
pussy. She actually had two fingers in it. The other hand held a bowl and I 
could smell the sweet flour of marijuana.

"Good fuck!" the taller of them said and smiled. Then she inhaled a deep 
breath of the drug, as the smaller girl breathed out. Then both girls 
started French kissing. Now the smaller girl was inhaling the air, which the 
bigger girl was breathing out. We stood and watched.

Both girls looked at us and smiled and the black-haired said, "Do you want a 
breath?" She took her fingers out of the smaller girl's pussy before placing 
them in front of her mouth. She licked the juice off her fingers carefully. 
On each of her fingers she wore a ring and her ears were decorated by a 
number of earrings.

I have never smoked a cigarette and also had no experience with drugs 
either. So I declined.

My new friend said: "Why not ... it has been a while and now I am in the 
mood."

She stepped nearer to the tall girl, whose dark hair was very short. She was 
around twenty-five years of age, and she was as tall as me with even wider 
shoulders. I would rather avoid going in a clinch with her. Her eyes were 
dark-brown and she had a long nose which wasn't nice but it made her face 
very interesting. She did not wear any make-up.

"Stand aside me, closer. Now, take a deep breath. O.K. Hold it a moment, 
then breathe out. Now hold your breath." The tall girl took a deep breath of 
the bowl. Soon she bent down to my new friend and closed her mouth on hers 
with her own, pressing the thumbs of her hands on my friend's nostrils, 
preventing her from getting any air through her nose.

I watched, partly shocked, partly amazed, how my friend was forced to 
breathe the air, which was second hand, mixed with the smoke of the 
marijuana. The black-haired girl held the my friend firmly, who could 
nothing than breathe through the lungs of the  tall girl.

That continued for a couple of minutes and it was obvious, that the drug 
reacted to my friend faster and perhaps more intensively, because she got 
less oxygen than normal. Eventually, the black-haired let her loose.

"You are good. If this slut," she said, nodding to the smaller girl, "one 
day begins to annoy me, I will kill her and you can be with me."

"Before that will happen, you will have to fuck my friend's brains out!" my 
new friend answered.

"No way, dear, I am a hard-boiled lesbian."

I wasn't surprised.

"Maybe we can figure something out!" My new friend smiled.

"I need to have a pee," the black-haired said and the smaller girl stood up. 
Then they headed for the cubicle. Both of them smiled at us and as the 
black-haired said, "I hope to meet you again!" We left the rest-room, even 
before they shut the door of the toilet.

***

"Uuh-hu!" My new friend said as we returned to our table. Surprisingly, the 
chair was still at the table. I sat down and she sat on my lap, facing me, 
each of her legs on another side of mine. She started kissed me 
passionately.

"That was pretty erotic and -- very weird!" she said, a few minutes later.

"That it was."

"Though sometimes I like going wild. But not that wild."

Meanwhile, I ordered some more drinks.

"Do you know that the marijuana made me really horny?" she said.

"You want to leave?"

"No. Let us kiss a while like this so I can rub myself on you."

Indeed, I felt her as she slowly rocked around my crotch and her motions 
aroused me, making me hard again. Actually,  I had been hard the whole time 
since she took her breath of `smoke'.

She didn't stop rocking her body, but nobody saw it or maybe nobody cared. 
After another round of drinks, she eventually came. Her body tensed up, her 
breath shortened, and she bit my hand to prevent herself crying out.

At the same moment, the two girls left the restroom and as they passed by 
our table, they smiled. The fishnet panty-hose worn by the smaller girl, 
whose hair was an unidentifiable colour between brown, blond and red, was 
now a mess with many big holes in.

The taller girl stopped and said to me. "You can fuck me if you kill my 
bitch. If you feel ready give me a call." Then she dropped a small paper on 
the table and headed after her smaller companion.

"_Holka magor_." I said half aloud. I took the paper, took a zipper and 
wanted to burn it in the ash-tray, but before I could light it, the girl 
sitting in my lap took the paper and put it in her purse. "Maybe!" she said.
She started to kiss me again and not much later we also left the club, 
heading for my apartment.

***

I opened the main door of my apartment and said: "Come in. Make yourself at 
home!"

"I would like too. I _really_ would."

When she came in, I took her jacket and hung it up. Taking her hand, I 
pulled her into the great living room with the large sitting area. With the 
remote I started the CD player and played some rock ballads. The sound of 
Bryan Adams filled the room.

"Good choice," she said, as she sat down.

I went into the kitchen to get the glasses, cola and Jameson. When I 
returned we kissed again, I was fondling her breasts under her black 
sweater. She rubbed my cock through my jeans, getting it hard again. Soon 
our clothes were lying behind the couch, carelessy thrown away by two horny 
people, both desperately thirsting for sex and -- love.

***

That night we didn't make it into my king-sized bed, we fell into sleep 
after fucking and after waking, we fucked again. About 2:30 PM her cell 
phone rang, just as she was fucking me cow-girl style. She reached for the 
treacherous instrument without letting my rod slide out of her love channel.

The numbers on the display showed her who the caller was -- her date, who 
didn't show up.

"Hi Asshole," she said as she took the call, "do you know what I am doing 
right now? I have a hard large cock in my pussy and he is screwing me all 
night long and all day again and again. I am finished with you. It was the 
last time I waited for you. Fuck off!" Then she threw the mobile on the 
table and fucked us both into another orgasm.

We didn't care if Asshole was still listening to us making love, but half an 
hour later we heard the three short beep signals, which indicated that due 
to low battery the phone was no longer working.

***

That afternoon, we fucked our way through my apartment, from the living room 
into the kitchen and from the kitchen into the bathroom. At seven in the 
evening, we stood up and dressed and left for a restaurant, which 
specialised in Mexican food. We appreciated the fact that we were given the 
table in the alcove, so we could still kiss and play. I wanted to choose a 
steak but she was made me eat some fish. "You need the proteins!" She said.

Later she went to the rest-room to buy some more condoms from a vending 
machine. Since it was the 1st of January, all shops were closed and we 
already were running out of rubbers.

The following night, she let me fuck her tight ass. She bent down on her 
knees, doggy-style and by using some lubrication oil left behind by Jana, my 
cock slipped easy in her back-entry. Having the nice tattoo on the small of 
her back in my sights, I was hornier and harder, than the night before. I 
pulled out and slowly shoved back into her without any hesitations, fucking 
her forcefully but as gently as I could. She changed her position, now she 
was laying flat on her belly, her arms wide-spread, holding herself on edge 
of the mattress. It was great lovemaking, and she came several times, the 
intervals between each shortened more and more until she seemed to have a 
never-ending climax. Then we stopped. We were totally exhausted, so I even 
didn't pull out of her. We both fell asleep, my prick still in her ass.

Soon after midnight I awoke. Perhaps my cock was full of pee now. I was 
still rock-hard and in her tight channel, so I started to move, making love 
to her again. At first, she stayed asleep, but then she suddenly woke up. 
She remained silent, enjoying the feel of my penis penetrating her ass. 
Eventually I was ready. As I came, I exploded -- my sperm shot in the condom 
and I was crying out my lust.

Her right hand stroked around my head, as I sunk down on her, my head laying 
aside hers, kissing her neck. She sighed, but then said: "By the way, my 
name is Katka." I told her mine in return.

I pulled out, rolled off the rubber and put it in a Kleenex, which I left 
beside the bed.  As I turned back to her, she was already fast asleep. I did 
not realise how much I needed mine until my head hit the pillow.

***

When we woke up in the morning we decided to have a long shower. We stayed 
there soaping and washing each other until the hot water turned cold. We 
laid down and my hands wandered along her body. I fondled her breasts, her 
nipples and occasionally I played with the piercing in her belly-button.

"I hate to use these stupid rubbers," she said, "we have to have health 
tests tomorrow. I want to feel you come inside me, floating me with your 
sperm. I am on the pill, so don't worry about babies ... though I might want 
to stop using it."

I looked at her.

"You know. When I saw you, I totally fell in love with you. I even sent a 
SMS to my best friend. I told her to visit Asshole to prevent him showing up 
in time. I was only surprised by her efficiency -- but he didn't show up 
anyway..."

,,Does it matter?" I asked.

"No, it doesn't!" she said as she turned her head. She opened her mouth and 
showed me her tongue piercing. I had to kiss this lovely mouth with this hot 
tongue and the hard metal through it.

I was still playing with the stud in her belly-button as we broke the kiss, 
centuries later, I believe.

"You are really amazed by my piercings..." she said.

"They are so sexy."

"I see," she answered and touched my cock with her right hand. My cock 
stiffened again. "We might like to add some more..."

"That would be very sexy."

Her left hand took my hand up to her right nipple. "Here." I was fully erect 
now and pre-cum appeared. Then our hands touched her other tit. "Here. And 
wherever you want. As long as you care for me."

"Promise," I said.

Instead of answering, she bent down and took me in her mouth. As she started 
sucking she looked up to my face. I could read in her eyes how deeply she 
fell in love with me. I was happy.


Note on word use:

SMS is an acronym for `Short Message Service' -- so saying `I sent a SMS' is 
actually nonsense. It rather should be `I used SMS'. Though, as I remarked 
it in several languages, people are `sending' them.


(c) 2005 by FranzKafka79


Protect yourself. Ever use a condom. Never trust a stranger. Don't use 
drugs. Don't smoke. Don't drink and drive. Don't drink anyway. Don't play 
silly plays. Don't fool around. Stay at home. Die from boredom.

_________________________________________________________________
Emotikony a pozadi programu MSN Messenger ozivi vasi konverzaci. 
http://messenger.msn.cz/

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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