PRELUDE
In a subterranean lounge in a large, converted mansion on the outskirts of a major,
metropolitan, American city, three men sat around a small table, their glasses filled with
top shelf booze. They were relaxed, enjoying the show. The men were all either approaching
middle age, or had just crossed that amorphous, ill defined border. They were all dressed
in sleek, well tailored suits, seemingly, in the dark light of the nightclub, all cut from
the same cloth. On their wrists were expensive, elegant wristwatches. Their hair was clean
cut and well trimmed as befitted men of substance, with a tinge of grey here and there.
They were in a celebratory mood.
On the stage in front of them, highlighted by several strong, small spotlights, about
four feet off of the floor, a pretty, young girl, outfitted only in a pair of glittering,
sapphire earrings and a pair of bright red high heels, had just begun her routine. A slow,
rhythmic beat was being emitted at high volume from the club’s sound system playing one of
those forgettable tunes that combine a dulsatory vocal track accompanied by an underlay of
unidentifiable instruments. The beat was, however, appropriately languorous for the slow,
enticing movements that the girl was making on stage. She was standing with her legs
spread, her hips undulating and her hands were wandering her body as if on a voyage of
discovery.
She was obviously aroused, as the glistening of the gaping slit between her hairless
love lips indicated. From time to time, she would point a dainty finger at her stiffened
clit and give it a loving massage. Each time she did, her eyelids fluttered and her face
slackened. She had the men’s full attention.
The nightclub was small, with seven round tables covered by light blue tablecloths and
with seats for four or five around each one. The floors and wall were colored a dark navy
blue. The short service bar, behind which a heavy set, bearded man dressed in a crisp,
light blue sports shirt and a matching tie dispensed drinks, was also blue. Even the
small, round paper coasters under the men’s drinks were colored a shade of blue. It was as
if, when the below ground level establishment had been constructed, there had been a sale
on blue somewhere and the designers had taken full advantage of it. Above the bar, in
script, were the words, ‘The Blue Cantina’ in, of course, bold, blue neon lights.
The lighting in the club was low, just bright enough for the men to be able to make out
the features of the other men at their table. It was early yet, and only two of the other
tables were inhabited, one by a trio of men attired and of similar aspect to the first
four. At the other table sat a lone man nursing a neat brandy in a cavernous, elegant
snifter. He was tall, a little older than the rest, and seemed put off by the loud,
insistent music. A waitress, wearing only a frilly, light blue thong and matching blue
high heels, stood nearby waiting for a signal from any of the men to fulfill their
desires.
The stage itself was small, maybe about seven or eight feet all around. It had a runway
that led back to a large, steel door from which the girl had first appeared. Sitting on a
stool next to the door, his presence obscured by the low lighting, was a tall, well built
man in his early to mid thirties. He was clean shaven and wore a dark blue t-shirt, jeans
and work boots. His demeanor was harsh and observant as if he were waiting for some
faltering in the young girl’s efforts for the opportunity to spring forth and correct her.
The girl on the stage looked about 22. She had ample, but not oversized breasts, clearly
all natural by their easy sway and graceful arc. Her head was adorned with midlength,
curly brown hair done up in ringlets. Her lips, painted a deep red to match the shiny
polish on her finger and toe nails, were thick and moist. During her routine, she kept
them pursed as if inviting their use. On her belly, three or four inches above the top of
her excited puss, was tattooed in bright blue ink an ornate, scriptive ‘D’.
The song slowed to a finish and the girl paused momentarily until the next one began.
The men remained silent during the brief interval, no one wanting to break the lascivious
spell that the dancer had exuded into the room. The next song had a sharper, more lively
beat and the girl’s ministrations to her body and the wriggling of her smooth, enticing
hips gained energy.
There was a gleaming steel pole behind her, and she turned her body towards it. Placing
her hands on the pole above her head, she spread her legs and slowly slid down it, her
well toned rear cheeks keeping time to the rhythms of the tune. Her feet slipped out as
her torso went lower and lower, jutting her derriere out deliciously and creating more
room between the upper half of her body and the pole. When she was bent horizontal to the
stage, her legs spread widely, her breasts swinging lustfully from her chest, she took a
small, delicate hand and slipped it between her thighs. As her hips rocked back and forth,
she used her hand to spread the engorged lips of her pussy, revealing an expanse of soft,
pink, wrinkled skin within. She plunged her two longest fingers in the tiny hole and began
to stroke herself wildly.
All eyes were riveted on her frenetic self pleasuring. Glasses found their ways to lips
without sight. Several of the men shifted themselves as if making room for their hardened
cocks in the pants of their well tailored slacks.
When the third song began, a return to the luxurious beat of the first, the girl reached
down to the side of the stage and produced a six or seven inch long simulacrum of a male
member. It was pink and had a wide base. She knelt at the front of the stage and inserted
it into a slot so that it was standing straight up. Eyeing her appreciative audience, the
girl commenced a languorous stroke of the faux penis. She bent over and, holding the
bottom with her two hands, spread her tongue and then her lips over it. She was clearly
well practiced in the arts of fellatio and her efforts at stimulating the pinkish prong
induced several of the men to engage in casual, surreptitious strokes of their stiffened
pricks.
But it was the fourth song that they all were waiting for. Its rhythm, like the second,
was hard and fast. The pink prong was now wet with the girl’s saliva. Looking up at the
men, who she could barely see due to the glare of the spotlights on the stage, but who she
nonetheless knew were out there, she gave her weighty chest a shake, sending her plump
mounds into motion and then, slipping forwards and rising to a crouch, she placed the head
of the thick penal substitute at the fulcrum of her thighs and slowly lowered herself on
to it.
The attractive, naked, young girl let the object fill her. Her knees were spread widely
and the men could see the plastic surface push aside her soft labial lips and disappear
within her. Placing her hands on the insides of her thighs, the girl began to thrust
herself up and down on the faux cock energetically. Her passions were obviously rising
fast. One hand drifted to the apex of her distended crevasse and rubbed furiously at her
stiffened clit. The other ascended to her jumping breasts and stroked and pinched her
hardened nipples. Her lips were parted and her eyes had closed to slits. Her head
alternated from leaning back, revealing her graceful, pale white throat and leaning
forward, her curly, brown hair hanging down and forming a curtain around her impassioned
face.
The music came to a halt. No new tune replaced it. The room was filled now with the
sounds of the girl’s developing lusts. She was moaning as she pleasured herself before the
men. A rosy aura had spread over her chest above her breasts. Perspiration was beading all
over her lithe, shapely, young body.
When the girl’s crisis came upon her, she gave out a loud groan. Her body shook and her
thighs quivered. She called out “Oh! Oh! Oh!” as her pussy’s spasms drove her to ecstasy.
She seized her breasts and squeezed them harshly. Her eyes rolled back and her lips spread
open to allow her utterances of pleasure to escape.
When the paroxysms of her pussy finally faded, the girl took a deep breath. She looked
up anxiously at the audience, appearing to her only as dark, male forms. An appreciative
round of applause broke out and her anxious aspect turned to one of relief. She rose from
her pinioned perch and removed the cum coated instrument of her pleasure from the stage
and tossed it into a bin behind it. Giving the men a respectful bow, she retreated
hurriedly back up the runway. She paused before the large, ominous door and placed her
wrists together and in front of her, presenting them to the man who sat there on the
stool. He took a pair of bright, steel manacles and placed them on her wrists, joining
them. She opened her mouth and he inserted a bright red, round ball into it. The ball had
long, leather straps affixed to each side and he tied them behind her head.
When the girl was properly outfitted, the man pressed a buzzer next to the door. The
door opened from the interior and the girl darted in past it.
One of the men at the first table, the group of four, announced to his friends. “I know
which one I want.” The other men laughed.
“You may have to wait your turn,” another replied.
The tall, elegant, older man had finished off his brandy and risen from his seat. He
walked slowly and assuredly to the side of the stage and advanced to a large, oaken door.
From his pocket he produced a rectangular piece of plastic that looked like a credit card.
He slipped it along an electronic device next to the door and its lock clicked open. He
pulled the door towards him and entered.
A moment later, a tall, thin, young girl, not much more than nineteen, with long,
strawberry blond hair done up in a ponytail with a bright blue ribbon, emerged from behind
the large, steel door. Her mouth was distended by a bright red ball gag. She stopped by
the man outside the door and raised her manacled wrists to him. Taking a small key, he
unlocked the shiny confinements and then removed her gag. The girl then hurried down the
runway towards the stage.
When the music started again, the long legged, naked, blond beauty began her
undulations.
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