The last chapter of Alandra is coming soon. I’m in writing on the final portions, where I have to build up what essentially amounts to a tragic climax for our ‘heroine’ of her own design…
A downfall based on elements I hope have been properly hidden into the previous chapters. However this project took me three years more than I expected it to, so I might have to go back and edit to make sure, or at least reread the whole thing a few times before posting and ensure I didn’t get inconsistant…
Originally, I expected to be done writing the story in about a month, and then I was going to write a story with Fatima. That plan changed right after I realized that I couldn’t see a story with Fatima being viable… But I still expected to finish out Alandra a -LOT- quicker than the many complexities in my life have made it take.
I figure its time for another preview, so here you go. The following scene is a very rough draft, and it is missing a few concepts I want to put into it. That said, it does show a certain nature to it, and it introduces an odd little angle on the way things, and the Program regime in particular, are working in A.C.’s world.
The original plan in my outline for this scene had the kids going up onto the roof of the school and making trouble for themselves, but then I got an odd after as I was starting to write it, and figured I would let my characters get equally distracted from their goal as well.
Leaving the Mall we thought of heading over to school. Over summer we’d found a way to get on the roof, and we had a good stash up there taped to the inside of the air conditioning ducts. A lot of weed and a little meth none of us had been willing to try out yet. Rick thought it seemed cool at the time he bought it, but not after I told him about ‘her’ and why my Pa moved away from California.
“Anyone go up there this week?” May had asked. “See if our shit’s still there?”
“If they’d found it, there would have been some kind of announcement,” Rubin pointed out.
“You guys really keep a stash of weed right on the campus?” Fatima asked.
“Sure, why not?” I said. “Last year we sold a bit around campus after Danny got busted.”
“Danny?” Melinda asked.
“Yeah, he used to deal out between the building and the gym, but the police busted his ass last Febuary.”
“Drugs?” Melinda said, taking a puff from a joint Kevin passed back in the car.
“Naw, breaking and entering of all things,” Rubin said. “Unlike when A.C. got busted, he was 17 and it was armed, so he got sent away.”
“A.C.?” Melinda looked at me with big eyes, passing her joint to May.
“Yeah,” I said. “I got busted way back when breaking into, of all places, Mr. Harrison’s house.”
“Fucking eh…” Melinda said.
“And they still let you go to school?” Fatima said.
“I was only ten back then,” I said. “Before I started here, before I knew who Mr. H. was. Danny had a loaded gun, and I heard the police claimed it had been used in a shooting over in the city.”
“So you guys just took his spot?” Fatima asked.
“Kind of,” Rubin said. “I mean, we don’t deal in a big way or nothing, but a couple people wanted some shit, after Danny was gone, and we used it to keep the right people from messing with us.”
“Yeah, like, we sell to two people in the administration office. That keeps shit from getting written up sometimes,” I said.
“Hey guys, I’m not sure I want to go on that roof with you. I can’t get into trouble like that. My father would literally kill me,” Fatima said. Everybody else grinned, but I wasn’t so sure she was kidding. I didn’t doubt the man wouldn’t actually kill his own daughter.
“It’s cool,” Kevin said. “If you’re cool.”
“Hey I’m cool,” Fatima said.
“Yeah, me too,” Melinda said.
“Hey, what the fuck is that?” May called out. “Kev, turn around and pull in over there.” She pointed out a place list up in red, blue, and yellow neon halfway down the block behind us. We were on another of those blocks with half closed up shops, and half new establishments. Pa said the mayor was trying to use the new changes to revise the city.
Kevin pulled into a place called ‘Tz-that’, it looked like some kind of night club, but it said ‘for teens only’ below the neon on the curb and on the front door sign. The lot was half full, and two other cars pulled in before we were done parking.
“How come we never heard of this place?” I said.
“Maybe that’s why,” Melinda said, pointing out a paper sign left of the front door that said ‘Grand Opening’ and below that a welcome party sponsored by the student council of the other high school in town. We were more in their turf than our own…
“Let’s check it out anyway,” Rubin said.
At the door they had a big guy and a bottomless woman chatting and waiting. They waved in one group of three before we got there. “…why didn’t you?” the woman finished as I got close enough to hear. There wasn’t too much business or a line. I figured they were mostly there for show.
“Can’t, new ERA says equal but different. They’ve got all these legal exceptions, and that ain’t one of them. lawyer said I had to charge em both the same prices,” the guy said, through a French accent. “Even a Lady’s night would be unconstitutional, despite the nudity.”
“So that’s why they dropped the discounts at the Mall…” the woman said.
“That’s what I’m thinking,” he said. “A good idea, till the lawyers showed up.”
“Can we still come in if we don’t go there?” Fatima blurted out as we met the doorman, pointing to the paper sign.
“Hey…” I said, trying to get their attention.
“Oh that?” the doorman said, finally looking up and gesturing at the paper sign. “Party was yesterday, we’re open to all teens today. You kids go to downtown?”
“Yeah,” I said, nudging Fatima.
“We’re doing a party for your school in two weeks, I’m trying to get your principal to agree to an announcement still.”
“Huh, you the owner then?” Kevin asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “Towns needs a night hangout for teens. One that’s safe, and Program friendly. I see you kids are already good for that.” his glance made a beeline for my clit and stayed there, while his hand caressed the ass of the nearly naked woman next to him who had yet to say anything new. Looking down, I noticed he’d come up from underneath her and had a finger working to get into her pussy. Like Ms. Lippmann had said, employment for women is going to get complicated.
The man glanced at his watch and May asked, “what time you got?”
“About eight,” he said. “It’ll probably pick up in an hour or so.” being a teen spot, I guess they didn’t exactly run as late as an adult club would.
“You guys still want to go in if the crowds going to be mostly uptown?” Rubin said.
“Sure,” I said, stepping in. When we got past the door guy and found ourselves in a short hallway before a red curtain I added, “fuck em anyway. If they want trouble.”
There was a ‘coat check’ booth on the right in the hallway, with a naked girl manning it and a small alcove to step into and hand stuff over.
To the left of her booth they had a mountain of framed paperwork on the wall with a light shining on it. I caught ‘Health Department’, ‘approved’, and a Program logo before the girl spoke up and switched my attention. “Excuse me,” she said, stopping us. “Girls have to strip before entering,” she looked at Fatima and shrugged. That’s when I noticed she was the same race as Fatima – dark and south Asian, but without the accent. She also had a cross on a necklace.
Kevin noticed it too, he got hard in a second, and looked back and forth between them as if he’d suddenly figured he liked the type, and now had an idea what might be under all those cloths Fatima wore.
“Uh…” Fatima said. “I can’t do that.”
“Well it’s the rule, I’ll get busted if I let you in,” she said.
“Hey it’s cool Sharvani, let her in anyway, just for today,” we heard from back at the door. the guy from outside was looking in at us. “Not like our rules have been announced to you guys yet. Wouldn’t really be fair to hold you to them until we’re more known.”
“Hey thanks man,” Kevin called back. Fatima let out a long sigh.
“I figured I’d have to take off and go home,” she said. The booth girl gave her a frown and muttered something beneath her breath. Fatima turned away and moved past us into the club.
“You pay for everything on the way out,” she said. “Put on these,” she passed us each a tagged bracelet. I took an extra for Fatima. “They’ll take the tag number down for anything you order, and I collect when you leave. I need at least one credit card, for security reasons.”
Kevin passed over a card, as did May. I just gave her my Purse, after which everybody joined in and she gave me a second bracelet with a key design that I passed to Rubin. All our stuff ended up in a hanging back with a tag that matched the key-bracelet. “Pierre thinks this will avoid mix ups,” she said. I guessed that was the boss outside.
“Any virgins?” she asked, looking between Melinda, May, and me.
“Uh… no,” I said. “Why?”
“No virgins allowed,” she said. “We’re supposed to check it when you come in on busy nights, somebody will probably be around in a few minutes.” What was that about I wondered.
Past the curtain we hit a typical scene for a club. tables on three sides, a stage with a window to a DJ booth behind it, and a dance floor in the middle. A second floor ringing balcony area had more tables along the edge and space behind I could see. Stairs up on the left of the stage, and down on the right. All the staff, from those I could tell for staff, were naked. Three girls our age with collars on, little french berets, white cuffs, and army boots – which was kind of odd until I thought about broken glass. The guys were the same, only instead of collars they had white ties. All the girls had clit rings, and all the guys cock rings. Each also had a belt with a few things clipped to it. To the left of the curtain there was a bar and a door on the far wall that said ‘Employees Only’. There were only maybe fifteen or twenty other kids in the place, making us the largest group there.
“I’m gonna check the bar,” I said.
“I’ll find a good table,” Fatima said. “Can you get me a soda, I can’t drink alcohol.” Rubin started to follow Fatima, but then picked up a call onhis cellphone.
“It’s illegal to sell that to us anyway,” Kevin said. “I gotta see what’s downstairs, I’ll be back.”
May and Melinda followed me to the bar, and yeah, all it sold was sodas, coffee, and energy drinks. Well, that and snacks. It ended with a services section that had prices for some really strange shit. Like if you wanted a blow job, or wanted to fuck one of the girls who worked in the place. Every waiter and waitress, according to the menu, did double duty as a prostitute. Wow… I wondered what would happen if Melinda asked one of the waitresses to suck on her pussy… Or if she could only get one of the guys.
A waiter came up and repeated the virgin question. I gave him a once over, he wasn’t bad looking, and I pegged him for about the same age as us. Nice cock too, shaved like me, and semi-hard but a little shiny like he’d fucked in the last few minutes. “I have to check,” he said. He reached forward and slid a finger into me, like it was just the natural thing to do, then said, “you’re good.”
“You can check me with this,” May said, grabbing his dick.
“I’m supposed to charge you for a fuck,” he said, but he still turned May around, bent her over, and quickly slid his dick in and out. “No charge for that,” he said. For Melinda, he just poked a finger in and then thanked us all and walked away.
“That was way too fucking weird…” Melinda said.
“You’re telling me?” I said.
“Now I need a real fuck,” May said.
We grabbed a bunch of shit and wandered around until we found Fatima on the second floor claiming a table that overlooked the stage and dance floor. “Privacy,” she said.
“Hey, Rick and Marcy are on their way over,” Rubin said when he found us. “They just got back from the city.”
“They hooking up?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t be surprised,” He said. “Rick’s had it for Marcy for a while.”
“Yeah, I think that runs both ways,” May said.
Kevin had a big grin when he found us. “Shit man, you guys gotta check out downstairs,” he said. “Padded floor, and wall to wall cushions. They got porn vids running on screens on all four walls and a couple stands to dance or fuck on.”
“This is a teen hangout?” Fatima asked.
“Hey, like the guy said, Program friendly,” May said, getting up. “I think I’ll go see if I can get a fuck in. I need one after that virgin check. Anyone down there Kevin?”
“Virgin check?” Fatima asked.
“Yeah, there’s two girls and maybe five guys or so,” Kevin said.
“You really don’t want to know,” May said, looking at Fatima, and then running off for the stairs.
I touched Fatima’s arm and whispered over, “what did that girl out front say to you?”
“I figured she was an American, and wouldn’t hold that kind of hatred,” Fatima said.
“A lot of people here seem scared of you though,” I said.
“Yeah, scared, but not hatred, not like what goes on in the old country,” she said.
“She’s the first girl I’ve seen from your people other than you,” I said.
“She’s not one of my people,” Fatima said.
“Yeah, sorry, but you know what I mean,” I said.
“We all look alike?” She said it quick, but she also grinned at me.
“Well no I…, no yeah… you’re the only person I’ve ever met like you. I don’t know how to tell the different groups apart just by looking,” I said. It was the truth, though I hated to admit something like that.
“Hey I’m just messing with you,” she said. “After all you guys put me through with this,” she gestured over my body, “I’ve earned a few.” I never did get her to tell me what the other girl had said.
We chilled for a bit, listening to dance music and watching people filter in. In about a half hour the crowd doubled, and we weren’t the only people from our school, but it was mostly strangers.
A couple people started dacing near the end of that. Girls mostly, doing a bump and grind routine mixed with finger fucking themselves. That made it obvious why they had the rule to get girls naked. They wanted a nudie show, but without having to pay anybody. “Smart…” I quietly said.
“Huh?” Kevin said over the music.
“Oh nothing, thinking about dancing,” I said. I started to get up, but then Rubin grabbed my arm in a vice grip.
“Shit… check it out… I never thought I’d see the day…” he said. I followed his glance. We all did. Coming through the curtain was Rick, followed by Marcy. In her birthday suit.
“Fuck her tits are huge!” Kevin said. I didn’t know what to say exactly. I mean, I knew she was big, we all could see that under those thick shirts she wore, but this was back injury waiting to happen big. Big enough that she was supporting them under folded arms as the two of them stood in the middle of the dance floor between songs looking around for us.
May popped out of nowhere and ran up to jump on Marcy, who for her part suddenly thrust out her arms to hold the other girl at length. That’s when I noticed that May had splotches of what could only be cum all over her hair and backside. From Marcy’s reaction, and the way Rick’s eyes bugged out, I guessed she must’ve looked even worse from the front.
May was bouncing up and down, trying to drag Marcy into it, and then she pointed up to us, said something to Marcy, and ran off again.
“What was that about?” I asked Marcy when she arrived.
“She’s going to get hosed off,” Rick said, sitting down between Fatima and I.
“Fuck, never mind that, girl, nice to finally see you,” Kevin said, leering at Marcy.
“They’ve got hoses?” Fatima said.
“Fucking coat girl wouldn’t let me in till I stripped off,” Marcy said. Then she looked at Fatima with a glare. “I see she’ll let -you- in. What’s up with that?”
“Probably not hoses, maybe a shower though if they’ve got a fuck room,” Melinda said.
“Not what you think Marce,” I quickly got in. “I gather that girl wanted to flay Fatima, but her boss made the call.”
“Huh!” Marcy let out. Fatima shrugged.
“Girl, those aren’t tits, they’re fucking udders,” Kevin said, reaching over to touch Marcy’s breasts.
“Hey…” Marcy started, but then unfolded her hands to let him get a grope. “Whatever…” she said. “Now you know why I always stay covered.”
“So who did your pussy?” Melinda asked, looking down into Marcy’s crotch. I’d noticed her pubes had a blue and white pattern when she’d come in…
“So, how the fuck you guys find this place?” Marcy asked, switching gears.
I figured she must’ve gone to Purrfect Pussy from the way they’d recognized her the other day. “May saw it as we drove by,” I said.
“Come here Marce,” Kevin said, slapping his thigh. He gave Rick a look. No, not a look, more of a raised eyebrow pause.
“Hey don’t look at me man,” Rick said. Marcy got up to go over to Kevin, she made to sit beside him, but he grabbed her hips and slid her into his lap.
“Oh…” Marcy said, sitting up a little and putting her hand down into her crotch. She came up with Kevin’s dick which she left lying there coming up between her legs. Kevin was kneading Mary’s breasts, and it was clear she was doing something down there with his cock.
“Man, these are heavy,” Kevin said, pulling Marcy’s tits out by the nipples. Oddly, I noticed that I thought May had better nipples. Smaller tits, more firm, but May had huge nipples. Marcy’s were kinda small, despite the massive weighty nature of her boobs. They were so big Kevin couldn’t even fit them in his hands, and none of us could stop looking. If she didn’t has his dick to play with, Marcy would probably have been a bit on edge from the attention. Even Fatima kept stealing double takes.
“Time to dance,” Rubin said, getting up.
“Whoa man! What’s up with that?” Rick said, waving at Rubin’s crotch. Which indeed was up.
“They talked me into it at the Mall,” Rubin said. We did? whatever worked for him I guess. Melinda followed him up and took his cock in hand. For Rubin’s part, he goosed her from behind and didn’t let go.
“Coming?” Melinda called back. I figured what the heck and got up with them.
“Let’s go then,” Kevin said to Marcy.
“I can’t dance without a bra on,” she said.
“We’ll go for the slow tunes,” Kevin said. “Plus, you gotta check this place out.”
“People are gonna laugh at me, swinging these things around,” Marcy said, hefting up Kevin’s hands that in turn hefted her tits up.
“Trust me,” I said. “No one’s gonna laugh at those. That’s like a guy with a five foot long dick…”
“Man, that would be fucking weird,” Rick said. “I think I’ll sit it out for a while.”
“Me too,” Fatima said. “I don’t wanna make a scene.” She gestured over her outfit. Yeah, she was the only woman in the place with a covered crotch and tits. If people noticed her there’d be some kind of trouble for sure.
“Ok,” I said, taking Marcy’s hand before she could object any more.
“We outta go find May,” Rick said as we started to walk away from them.
“No way am I going down there,” Fatima said to him.
“I wonder what those guys May’s doing are gonna think when they realize what’s coating their dicks?” I said.
“Oh gross,” Rubin said as made our way down the stairs.
The dance floor had about fifteen people on it when we got there. About the size of the entire crowd in the place when we first arrived. It was about half girls, and they were lining up with a dance that really worked the hips. We joined right in, and Marcy immediately became the focus of attention with her tits swaying around. Guys are so tit focused.
We followed the dance through. Some red head in the middle seemed to be leading things to an R&B song, following along with a dancer on a music video they had going on a huge screen behind the stage to the side of the DJ booth. The whole thing involved shaking your ass, squating in and rubbing your clit, some steps, a little breast play, and a little spinning. Fun, and man did it get me going and needing a fuck.
It didn’t hurt that I kept seeing the three girls who worked the place get felt up by guys every time they went to a table. I noted that they didn’t note anything for copping a feel, even one in the pussy or a quick kiss on a tit, but they did everytime one of the guys lingered with it. Halfway through the dance, and I saw one of them get bent over a table and fucked from behind. This place was just wild. I wondered how much she made from doing that.
I stepped off when the song was over. A slow routine kicked up and Melinda paired off with Rubin while Kevin took Marcy. Some guys stepped in for the other girls on the floor, and a few people left off like me. This time around, there was no group routine, just a whole lot of dirty bump and grind. Midway through Kevin started fucking Marcy, right on the dance floor. He just bent her over and went at it from behind. She held herself up with a hand on a pole and a hand in her crotch while he kept kneading her tits.
“Excuse me,” a guy I didn’t know came up and said. “You’ve got a really pretty pussy and I’d like to eat you out.”
“Damn boy, you’re forward,” I said. A year ago, and maybe even a week ago anywhere else, and I would have kicked his ass for that line.
“Why beat around the bush, when I can just get my tongue right into it?” he said.
“Work on your puns,” I said. But then I gave him a look over. The poor thing had his dick hanging out, and it was hard and throbbing at me. “Sure, go ahead. If I like how you make me cum, I’ll let you fuck me too. What’s your name?” It was a very May like thing to say. But it was also with a guy, and I needed that.
“A rose by any other,” he started to say…
“Fuck it with the english class, you want to play, hand over a name,” I said.
“Hugo,” he said. He pulled me over to a raised seat sized platform with a little step up to get me up on it. Soon as I was up there I noticed it put my cunt five feet in the air, perfect height for the task at hand.
I spread my legs, and he reached in and spread my labia. “Careful with the clit ring,” I said. “And its Alandra.”
“So I’ve heard,” he told me. I started to wonder who this guy really was, as I don’t think he went to our school. That thought didn’t last long though. He went to town and it was check out time for anything else.
He put in a good effort, not the best, not the worst. Hugo tasted around me, in quick circles, before diving in. I caught a few people glancing over, but nowhere near as many as I would have expected for this sort of thing.
Hugo darted into my cunt three times, in quick drinking motions, before shifting to taking my clit ring into his lips and lightly tugging. A stray thought hit me and I giggled, not exactly the right response at a time like this, but I couldn’t help it. ‘Hugo’ just wasn’t exactly a sexy name, and I was thinking, ‘why can’t the guy going down on me have a name like Hugh? I just couldn’t see a guy named Hugo as a romantic. It was more the name of the guy who comes out to mow your lawn, not pamper your flowers.
But I had to give credit where it was due. Like he’d said, he got his tongue right in there. Hugo drank me up like a man licking his favorite plate clean, and as I felt my energy building I took his head and pulled him in tighter. But he pulled back. In fact, he dragged me right off my perch, stood me up, and began to frig my cunt with his hands. I found myself leaning on him for support, but I had enough in me to grab his cock and go to work myself. He didn’t last long, not long at all considering I’d only just started on him. But then, I didn’t last very long myself. A few shudders turned to gasps as I shook on the end of his thrusting fingers, and suddenly he splattered out in an arc across the floor and I shuddered, came, and was all ready to keep going when he lost his drive and pulled his hand out of me.
Out of the corner of my vision I saw a waitress coming over with a mop. Funny that. “No fuck left in you?” I said.
“A taste… a taste will do for me,” Hugo said, sitting me down. Freaking wannabe poet. “And so I bid you…” he started up again.
“Yeah, ok. Got it,” I waived him off.
“You want a soda?” He asked.
“I’m cool,” I said. It was just one of those stranger fucks, and I figured it would get awkward if we stretched it out. He must have had the same idea, because after that he just slipped away. I sat and watched the dancing go on for a bit. Kevin was up there with Melinda, and I didn’t see what had happened with Marcy and Rubin. They’d switched off and then moved away from the stage.
I wandered away after a rest, to see if I could find May. That was asking for more trouble, but what the fuck. She was down in the basement, which was just like Kevin described it, but also a little too dark to get real details. She had a guy on both ends. One pumping her pussy and her sucking off another. Most of the people in the room, about ten in all, were just sitting around and chatting in quiet tones while watching her and fondling each other.
Much as she’d pissed me off earlier over Melinda – and we knew each other long enough to know we were mad at each other over that – well I still loved her as my best friend. I sat down next to her and put my hand on her belly.
“Hey you in for it too?” the guy she was sucking asked me. I just shook my head no.
“Maybe in a bit,” I said. But then I thought about the dance floor above, the waitress who’d been getting fucked over the table, Kevin going at it with Marcy, and the whole place with every girl in it naked… “Yeah, what the fuck,” I said. I put myself out on the matted floor next to May in a way were we could look each other in the eye. Spreading my legs and reaching down to hold my labia apart I looked over that the guy she was still sucking and said, “better come and get it before I change my mind.”
He just nodded, pulled his dick out of her mouth, and moved over and into me in one quick motion. Next thing I knew, some guy who’s name I didnt know, who’s face I hadn’t even gotten a good look at, was pumping his dick into me in the basement of some crazy teen club I’d never even heard of before an hour ago.
“Aw man, A.C., now what am I gonna do with my mouth?” May said. “Somebody come over here and stuff it in my mouth!” she called out.
“May, sometimes you are too much,” I said. A guy detached himself from the wall, came over, unzipped his fly, and overed up his dick for May and her mouth.
“Now that’s more like it,” she said, before taking him in. She mumbled something around his dick.
“I think she’s asking your name,” I said. “Matter of fact,” I looked down at the guy fucking me. “I’ve got the same question.”
“Mario,” the guy in May’s mouth said.
“Doug,” the guy in my pussy said. Speeding up his tempo a bit he added, “I’m sorry, but after her I ain’t gonna last much more.”
“No problem,” I told him. “Just shoot it in me, I need the fuck man.” As I bounced up from him slamming into me, it occured to me that he never bothered to ask if I was on any birth control. These days, I guess you could just assume a girl was on the shot. It was just so rare not to be.
he started working it around, rotating his dick in me, and rubbing my spot. “Oh yeah, keep that up,” I gasped out. May giggled on the end of the cock she was sucking, looking over at me. She tried to mumble something, but all that did was get the guy to start pumping his dick.
“Yeah baby, hum on it,” he said. The guy in her cunt started grunted and next thing I knew she was getting bounced so hard and fast the guy in her mouth popped out.
“Hey man…” he said, then the other guy gave one last grunt, a hard slam into her, and I could tell he was shooting his load.
Getting up and walking away, he high fived another guy who’d stood up to walk over and take his place. Except tha the guy she had been sucking beat him to the pussy, moving around to get into her cunt.
Not long after, the guy in me pumped his own load out, and before I’d thought to say anything, somebody replaced him. After that I just rode the high, cumming and cumming on the end of a series of dicks and letting May’s maddness take me.
I stopped tracking them after number three. Guys started showing up with dicks for my mouth and my cunt, and I’m pretty sure several of them were repeat offenders to both May and I. After another girl joined us on the floor I saw one of the more muscle bound male waiters show up and stand wandering the basement. In the back of my mind it registered that he was probably here to make sure all the fun was really fun – consensual. They probably didn’t stop to think that May and I could probably do a lot of damage to any guy tried to force us.
It was pretty obvious we were here by choice. May was moaning out “yes, yes,” over and over, and I’d just been in a fit of odd giggles ever since my fourth cum. After a while, I got a nice shiny and wet, but soft, black dick in my face. Reaching up to take it in hand, I noticed it was attached to Kevin, and he was trying to get my attention despite the guy pumping into my pussy down below.
“Yeah,” I got out between gasps.
“Hey, you guys still want to burn the clothes, we’re gonna have to hit the road soon,” Kevin said.
“Party pooper…” May blurted out in a pout.
“Just let him finish off, and we’ll be cleaning up,” I said, rubbing a hand over the cock pumping my pussy.
Kevin looked up to the guy fucking me, and then over to May. “Sure,” he said, then I saw him wander over to Marcy, who I hadn’t even seen come down here. She had a guy sucking on each tit, and one sucking her cunt. The smile on her face was one of pure joy.
A guy moved in to get his dick in my mouth, so I told him “sorry, I’m closing up shop.” He looked a little upset, but laughed at my comment and moved over to another group of people.
I started squeezing in my cunt, to get in as much as I could of the guy fucking me. That only got him to speed up and start grunting. Another minute and his pumped his load into me and pulled out. I sat up, grabbed his cock and licked the head, then let him go.
“Where’s Melinda?” I asked Kevin after getting up and walking over to him and Marcy. She was sitting in his lap while he fondled her pussy in a casual sort of way.
“Rick was fucking her in the stairway last I saw,” he said. This place was just getting us all out of control. May came over and joined us, grabbing me by the hand.
“We gotta clean up A.C., if I look half as fucked as you…” she started.
“You look even worse,” Marcy said. “You’re covered in jizz girl.”
“To the showers then,” she said, leading me away.
“Find the others, we’ll meet you guys outside,” I said as May took me through an arch by the stairs. the showers had three heads arranged around a room with space for maybe six people. A sign on the wall said ‘No sex while others are cleaning’ but it was empty.
“Wow,” May said. “I gotta come back here, often…”
“No shit,” I said. “I feel good and well fucked out.”
We cleaned off and made our way up and out.
Or tried. I wasn’t paying attention in the stairwell and suddenly a fist came up hit me hard in the stomach. It was the girl who’d been with Mitch’s friend Paul the other day. Good thing she hadn’t gone for my face or I would have been in trouble. May turned around, but on a look from me spun just in time to block another girl going for a kidney punch. It was Belinda, one of Mitch’s regulars. She looked past me with a nod and I knew there was at least one more rushing up the stairs from behind.
“Fight!” somebody called out from below, and suddenly I had two girls on me. One grabbed at my hair and slammed my head sideways against the wall. The other punched me right in my pussy. Good thing I wasn’t a guy, but it still hurt. She made a mistake though, she was above me on the stairs, and with that punch she’d lined herself up to get kneed. I was going for a knee into her chin – a fight ender – but I only got her in the chest above her tits. they were doing good, I was going down if I took another hit in my head, and they knew it.
In the flurry I saw Belinda swinging a butterfly knife at May, going straight for the gut. I could see May already had a thin line of blood on her left leg. Just before the knife would have gone in a guy from above grabbed Belinda’s hand. “All of you, out, now!” he said. He took the knife and added, “get out, or we can hold you all for the police to sort out.”
The big muscled guy who’d been in the basement came up behind me and grabbed one of the girls off of me. All of us got rushed out to the ‘coat check’, where we got our purses and had to stand there glaring at each other as our bills got read off. The girl who’d been with Ken, the one that slammed my head into the wall, drew a line across her throat.
“You’re dead, spic,” Belinda said.
I felt a little sick, so I didn’t say anything back. Instead I glanced at the wall of signs again. This time I noticed ‘License for house of Prostitution’ under one authorizing loud music and another large gatherings of juvenilles.
Turned out Kevin had paid for May and my sodas on his own way out, so we got a lead on the others heading out the door. “No fights in my lot either,” the woman who’d been outside when we came in said. She was still out there, but her boss was gone. She didn’t look so friendly this time around, but she also didn’t seem to be connecting us to Kevin and the rest.
Kevin in fact was watching from over by his car, and at her words he started over. I waved him short and May moved past me. “Mitch’s crew is in there somewhere,” she said when we reached him by the car.
“Three of his girls jumped us in the stairs,” I said.
“How many people are in his crew anyway?” Kevin said when we were pulling out of the lot. He had May, Melinda, and me in his car, and everybody else had piled into Marcy’s car. I hadn’t even known she had one. Marcy was dressed again.
“I think two of those girls were new,” I said. Mitch had never had girls with his group before this week, save for Belinda. “One of them was the girl with Paul the other day, and the one behind me might have been at the grocery store earlier today.”
“Didn’t see the guys,” May said.
“Must have been on the second floor,” I said. “But I bet they saw us get marched out.”
“Oh fuck! You got cut!” Melinda called out, hovering a hand over May’s leg.
“It’s nothing,” May said. “Just a scratch, I got lucky.” Which was true, on both counts.
Driving out of the lot I saw Belinda and the other two girls come outside. Belinda stepped over to a figure in the shadow of the building gesturing and maybe talking. The figure stepped out, holding a lit cig. He took a puff and looked at Kevin’s car with a huge shit eating grin on his face. It was Hugo.
“What the fuck?” I whispered.