The whole place smelled like sex, booze, and smoke. It was one of those places that seemed like it shouldn't be legal but were; Men, women, and all those in-between were buying and selling bodies for a night of fun. Travis had been brought to the bordello by his dad and two uncles for his eighteenth birthday- to make a man out of him, they said. It would be his first real time to have sex and he was a little nervous.
Having always been on the larger and chubbier side, like his dad and uncles, most of the girls at school had been a little intimidated by him. It didn't help that he had inherited his biker dad's mean mug. All of them were tattooed- Travis having gotten his first in the basement of one of the biker's houses. His beard was coming in scruffy and he tended to keep his dark hair longer to emulate the guitarists of his favorite metal bands.
The other men were either shaved bald or kept their dark hair cut close. His uncle Rod had a long greying beard that Travis envied. It hung down to his chest, and when he wore sunglasses, he looked like he could be part of the band ZZ Top. Uncle Henry, who they called 'Hog' due to him being so large, had a prominent handlebar mustache with shorter stubble and messy black hair that he always said was 'styled by the road'. In truth, he just never bothered to brush it. His dad, 'Rooster' among the gang, was the best groomed of the bunch. Perfectly combed and styled hair, hot combed beard with a curled mustache, he earned the name by being a true ladies' man.
The older men took him to the basement where they said he would have "An easier time." Rather than paying for one of the girls and a room. When they got to the basement, Travis nearly shat himself with nerves at what he saw.
All along the walls were rows of legs and genitals of every shape and color sticking out of holes. Penises and vaginas splayed out for all the world to see, and legs strapped into stirrups to keep the areas open. Above the holes were live feed videos of the person on the other side of the wall as they were being pleasured. People of all genders were lined up to take a ride on their chosen hole.
They had to present medical cards at the door to show they were free of diseases before being let in. The man at the door check them and read the rules. "We catch you violating any, you'll be tossed out and banned. Are we clear?" He gave Travis a pointed look as if he expected the younger man to do something wrong.
"Yes sir," he said with a nod.
The large man grimaced then unhooked the velvet rope to let them in. Once inside, the men took a look around. Travis steered away from the anal and oral sections of the area but found himself discouraged by all the people waiting in line for each of the girls. Most of them were older and knew what they were doing. How was he supposed to perform around this, especially if the girls were already dripping with another man's spunk?
"Well hey, big guy," a woman's voice said to him. Travis jumped and blushed as he faced the voluptuous blonde before him. She smiled politely and continued, "You look lost. Is this your first time here?"
"Uh... Yeah."
"We brought my boy here to have his first taste of woman, ma'am," Rooster jumped in, wrapping an arm around Travis's shoulders.
The woman's smile brightened, "Oh it's your first time? How special! Okay, my name's Trisha, allow me to help you get started!"
She led them to a father section of the room where fewer people were congregated. "Not many people like to come to the back. The men see the front as a competition and like to show off." She winked to the older men. "But since this is a momentous occasion, I think a more private section will work better for you-- And we're in luck! It looks like Jerome is setting up a new station so this one will be fresh."
"This is mighty kind of you, Ms. Trisha," Hog complimented the hostess. "Is there a way we can get a round of drinks as well?"
Trisha pulled out her tablet and took everyone's order, informing them that a tab could be set up for them to pay at the end of their visit. They thanked her and made their way over to the station where a muscular young man was strapping in a set of shapely, tanned legs. He greeted the men and flipped on a monitor to show the rules.
"Here's her info, gents. She likes oral, fingering, and of course vaginal penetration. Strictly no anal, don't lick or do anything weird with her feet, but you can do as you will with her thighs- she like that a lot." He demonstrated this by stroking a hand along one of her legs and the hips flexed. Almost immediately, the men could see the inner walls of her labia moisten, and Travis felt himself stiffen at the sight.
"You're free to go without protection and finish off inside or on her. You hear her say stop, you stop. If you don't she has a button on the other side that will call security and you will be removed and banned." He then pointed to a button to another monitor, "You gentlemen want to see the lady's face?"
Travis wanted to wait but the others gave an enthusiastic, "Hell yeah!"
With a nod, the man turned on the monitor and wished the dumbstruck men a good evening. All four of them had their jaws hanging open as they stared at the screen. Resting on her back on the other side of the wall, was Travis's older sister, Olivia. She was only barely older than him, nineteen years old, and yet here she was on the receiving end of the services he and his family were paying for.
No one could say anything as the four of them continued to glance between the supple flesh of Olivia's splayed sex and her casual yet expectant face on the monitor. Her full breasts bounced as she rearranged the pillow beneath her head. When she laid back, her long, dark hair fanned out in a way that reminded Travis of a seductive vampire drawing he had seen on the internet. The look was enhanced by her smoky black and blue eyeshadow and red lipstick.
"What do we do, pops?" Travis whispered, unable to take his eyes off the screen. He only got harder when he saw the elbow-length fingerless gloves she wore. It was like his every fantasy was being presented to him in the worst possible way.
"I- I don't know. Maybe we-- Rod! Are you fucking kidding me?!"
Travis looked down to see his uncle rubbing an obvious erection through his jeans. It made him glad he wasn't the only one to have had this reaction. Then he peeked and saw Hog and his dad were also sporting hard-on's, though they were trying to hide it.
"Piss off, Rooster," Rod grumbled. "We're all thinking it; Liv's lookin' hot."
