All characters are over 18 years of age. This story is a fictional account.
Hopefully, you've enjoyed the previous stories in the series. If not, let me catch you up. It was a month since my eighteenth birthday. My senior year was winding down. I had already been accepted to college. Being a computer geek, I had focused on grades and not boys. I became a cheerleader in my Junior year. My small size(4'10", 90lbs) made me perfect for a flyer(the girl that gets launched into the air). I also got involved in the theater. These two activities increased my social life. I still maintained my virginity. I recently started babysitting for a couple in the neighborhood, The Wasserman's. I found their stash of homemade porn. I was masturbating while watching it. I've become infatuated with the husband, Victor. He just recently revealed the security footage from his house. He showed me numerous videos of me pleasing myself while watching their porn. Of course, he took advantage of my infatuation and precarious situation. He has promised me he will take my virginity and make it special. He planned a special night for me. The night came, and it started with me losing my virginity. It was amazing. But I discovered it was a night he had planned, not just a moment. We went out and had some fun but returned to the hotel to change and some more fun. Now, we were headed out again.
We walked into the elevator. I joked with him about how much I enjoyed going down. He just smiled at me. I leaned against him, and he held me. The lobby doors opened, and we crossed it to the hotel bar. Victor saw the other people that were staying on our floor. He wanted to buy them a drink. He was trying to make up for them, almost catching me blowing him in the elevator earlier. I told him I'd meet him in the limo. Otto greeted me and opened the door. I slid into the leather seats and sat on the back bench. I gazed at the 'Purple C,' which rested casually on the other bench. My boy shorts panties lay drying next to the beast. A smile came over my face as I looked at the remnants of our sexual escapades from earlier. Victor climbed in and slid next to me. He grabbed a few glasses and made us drinks. Mine was light but the bourbon still burned.
"They said to tell you hello. The woman, Alice, mentioned that you looked beautiful in red."
"Did she mention the elevator?"
"Actually, she mentioned that her husband asked why she never did that for him."
"Told ya."
He smiled and pulled me against him. "My little sweetheart, always a crowd pleaser. They were going to dinner but may call me later to join us."
"Join us doing what?"
"Drinks, I believe, is what they had in mind. Goodness knows what you have in mind."
"I know not what you mean. I'm an innocent, recently defrocked virgin. I'm naïve in the ways of the world." I said, looking at him with my baby doll eyes.
"God help me what that naïve mind of yours thinks of next." He kissed me. I snuggled against him, enjoying our make-out session. His tongue explored my mouth. His strong arms held me. Our lips stayed locked as the limo rolled across town. We finally broke our passion as the limo pulled to the side and stopped.
We were at a building that looked like a department store. Victor explained it was a multilevel bar with different areas for different events. There was a sports bar, a pool hall, a bowling alley, a Video arcade, and all kinds of places. We went in and ended up in the pool hall first. Whenever Victor shot, I would pose provocatively on the other side of the table. On a particular important shot Victor had to take, I sat across the table with my skirt pulled up, exposing my leg and half my ass. He missed the shot. I made two shots. Then he missed a shot when I pulled my skirt up, exposing my G-sting and garters. In the end, I sank the eight ball, so I lost. We played video games for a while. I was messing with him to beat him at every game. Rubbing against him or caressing his package to break his concentration. Finally, we ended up at a dueling piano bar.
I was fooling with him by stroking his hard cock through his pants under the table. I unzipped him and slid my hand inside. I stroked him until pre cum was leaking out. I started to go faster, but he stopped me. "Sweetheart, you have to stop. I will have obvious cum stains on my pants."
"I can finish you with my mouth," I smiled.
"Um. Everybody in the place will see you under the table. It's not like there is a tablecloth." Let's get the check and return to the hotel so I can take care of you right."
"Sounds good. I just have to go to the bathroom." I went to the lady's room. As I washed my hands, two girls started arguing by the door. They were blocking the way to leave. I looked around and saw another exit door. I figured I'd step through and work my way back around.
I walked out of the lady's room and stepped into a dimly lit corridor. There were carts with trays of glasses all over. This was some kind of service corridor. I turned to go back through the door. There was no knob on this side of the door. It was shut tight. I looked up and down the hall. There were doors on either end and two along the opposite wall. I decided to head toward the shorter end. I opened the door and stepped into a service station for a restaurant. There was a computer screen, ice bin, soda gun, racks of glasses, a couple of trays, and some bottles on a table. There were sinks with glasses soaking in them. One wall was a black curtain. I heard a woman moaning on the other side.
I stepped through a curtain into a large room. This room was dimly lit except for the center, with spotlights illuminating the area. In the center of the area was a naked brunette girl slightly older than me, lying on her stomach on a table on a platform. A man much older than Victor was fucking her from behind while she was sucking another man around Victor's age cock. There were rows of chairs and couches full of people in a circle facing the center. I stared in amazement. The smell of sex filled the room.
The girl moaned as the man behind her aggressively fucked her. I noticed there was another naked red-haired girl under the table that was suckling at her tits which must have hung down through holes. The man behind her grunted loudly with each thrust as he came inside her. He stepped away. I realized the platform was rotating slowly, allowing the view to rotate for everyone. I could see her pussy leaking his cum. The older man stepped down, helped by a blonde girl in a negligee. An older woman in a black dress was helped up onto the platform by another brunette girl in a negligee. The woman in the black dress proceeded to kneel and lick the cum from the brunette's pussy. Several people in the audience applauded. Another older man was helped on the platform. He walked behind the girl. His cock was hard and exposed. As he stood next to the table, the woman in the black dress turned and sucked on his cock a few times, then stood and walked away. The new man pushed his cock into the pussy of the girl on the table. The entire scene was surreal. It was so very erotic. I could feel my sex warming with excitement.
I looked around the audience. The group was a mixture of ages. The youngest I saw was a girl in her mid-twenties. Most people were older than fifty. I noticed a few waitresses in light green negligees walking among the audience. They were all college-age. Everyone else was dressed or undressed in various outfits--some men in suits, some in polo shirts. The women varied from evening gowns to skirts to pants and suits. Some simply wore lingerie or nothing at all. Various sex acts were being performed throughout the crowd. My eyes perused the erotic visions around me. My mind reeled with excitement.
"Excuse me, Miss," a voice said from over my shoulder. I snapped out of my erotic daydream and turned. A large blond-haired man in a black suit with an earphone in his ear was speaking to me. "Are you ok, Miss?"
"Yes, just... umm..." I didn't know what to say. I was in a daze and stumbled into a room full of sex. I should find my way back to Victor. I settled on, "Well, I'm... just... kind of lost."
"Ok. I can help you find your way back. Which member did you come with?"
"Member?"
"Yes, miss, who signed you into the club the evening?"
"I came with Victor Wasserman."
"Oh, I hadn't seen Mr. Wasserman come in tonight. And I certainly did not see you come in," his eyes went up and down my body. I would have remembered you. Do you have your bracelet?"
"Bracelet? No, I don't have a bracelet." I said, puzzled. "He gave me a run tracker."
"I think you may be a little overdressed, don't you, Miss?" I looked at him quizzically.
