“No-no-no-no-no!” Audrey raced to the door as it shut. Pounding against it, she cried, “It’s your fucking baby. Yours! I hate you, hate you, hate you. Come back here!” She collapsed against the door. “Why me? Why the fuck me?”
Her mind continued to scream as she imagined Mark walking unfazed down the hall. He would go to the bar, pick up another woman, treat her as poorly. How many had he knocked up? How many had he paid off? How many had he not given a shit about?
How could she be so stupid? As if a man of his caliber could love her. Why would he want her? At best a man such as Mark would give her a little money on the side. But never accept responsibility. Never. No way. Quite simply, she had been played. Now she must suffer the consequences. She counted herself lucky he would offer to pay to take care of her problem. Pocket change to him, no doubt. It didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean shit. What it meant, she realized, was that he wouldn’t mind sticking his cock in her again. That was it, plain and simple.
Audrey caught herself breathing in rapid shallow bursts, occasionally hitching with sobs. She forced herself to take gradually slower, deeper breaths. Breathe in. Wait. Breath out. Slower. Deeper. Longer. Get a grip.
She wanted to get up, stomp down to the bar, give him a piece of her mind. But Audrey understood that would get her kicked out. This place belonged to the elite. They stuck together. Hell, they pitched in to enhance their concubines with nicer bodies—so they could treat them like dirt. Because, after all, they were dirt. Dirty whores.
The sad thing about the situation, Audrey also understood, was she didn’t want to jeopardize her quasi-membership. She still wanted to come and go as she pleased. Perhaps she wouldn’t convince Mark to do the right thing. Perhaps she didn’t even want him anymore. But she didn’t want to ruin her chances for the money. No, she wouldn’t give up the baby, but she would take his money anyway. Fuck him, he deserved it. She would not give up the attention the club provided, either. Not yet. Not until the pregnancy ruined her figure, of course.
God damn him!
She buried her face in her hands and wept until the tears dried up. Audrey was still sitting there when the door nudged against her back.
“Is somebody in there?” The voice belonged to Janice. The door nudged harder, prompting Audrey to her feet, out of the way.
“Just me.”
Janice barged in. Two men followed her. One of them was the man with the coke. His taller, slightly thinner friend, a man with close-cropped graying hair, looked Audrey over. “The more, the merrier,” he said.
“She isn’t interested,” Janice said snidely, as Audrey stood numb, bare, like a doe caught in headlights.
“I beg to differ. She’s standing there starkers, with come on her jugs. I’d say she’s waiting for more.”
“Nice tits, that’s for sure,” the other man agreed. “But I’d prefer her cleaned up.” The man inspected Audrey closer. “Are you on something?”
“No.”
“She’ll be on my dick, soon.”
“Jan, take her and get her cleaned up. Hell, that might be interesting—a little shower play.”
The tall man chuckled. “Sam, you are always thinking. That’s why I like you.”
“I like you, Carl, because you like my investment advice. As a matter of fact, I invested in those come-covered titties. Nice to see that investment come to fruition.”
Audrey noticed Janice didn’t appreciate the competition—but Audrey, heartbroken, certainly did. Screw Mark. Screw them all. She had to pay off the investment in her body. If not, the entire group of men would conspire to revoke her club pass. Hell, they might even sue her. She needed attention, needed to know someone wanted her. If she could aggravate Janice at the same time, that was a cherry on top, as far as Audrey was concerned.
“Come on, Janice. Let’s go freshen up.”
“I’m already fresh.”
“Hey,” Carl said, “maybe both of you could freshen up for a little no-holes barred fun.”
“Hell yeah, it’s not just about titties for me. Besides, with the vitamin V kicking in, my dick is going to be ready for all sorts of fun.”
“What are you girls waiting for? Get a move on. I’m not going to wait long, just long enough for us to have two fingers of fine Scotch.”
“Oh, all right.” Janice took Audrey by the shoulders. She steered her toward the door.
Audrey, feeling exposed physically and emotionally, didn’t care. She walked right out into the hall, paraded naked straight toward the unisex restroom.
“Who you been fuckin’?” Janice snarled.
“Mark,” Audrey said proudly, only because it would piss Janice off. “But he’s just a peg. That’s all any of them are.”
“What do you mean, bitch?”
“A peg for our holes.”
“You’re warped.”
“You aren’t?”
“Shut up. The only reason I’m not scratching your eyes out right now is, I’m hoping to get setup in an apartment.”
“What?”
“Carl. He doesn’t mind. He lives on the opposite side of the city. He’d like a convenient place to meet. So watch your tongue.”
“You watch it. Watch it lick his cock. Is it big?”
Janice shoved Audrey through the restroom door. “I mean it, don’t fuck this up for me, or I’ll do more than scratch your fucking car.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not interested in Carl. They are all the same, all men. I’m just not ready to go home yet.”
“Fine.”
Janice immediately began to undress. Beneath Audrey’s bare feet the tile felt cool. In the mirror she saw her body. Although her body lacked the same curves as Janice’s body, Audrey thought her breasts looked superior. Perkier, more real. With her nubile form, Audrey appeared young enough to have supple breasts. Janice, on the other hand, looked to have been ridden hard and put away wet a few times too many. Her volleyball-sized breasts defied gravity with little believability.
Audrey stood patiently, watching Janice strip down. Her clothes were carefully placed, folded, on the counter. From a cabinet under the sink, the would-be sex partner gathered a small bar of soap, along with a few towels which Janice also set on the counter. Finally she withdrew the rubber-hosed contraption.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get in the shower and wash yourself up.”
Audrey realized she had been delaying rinsing away Mark’s seed. Although she had it growing within her, she didn’t have him, probably never would again. Cleaning up meant washing him away so others might take his place. In her cloudy, numb state, she wanted a replacement—if only temporary—more than anything. She unwrapped a bar of soap, wandered into the shower room. She twisted the knob, waited for the water to heat up. A moment later Audrey stepped under the warm spray to lather her body. She had finished washing herself clean when Janice joined her with the rubber bladder.
“Grab tile, bitch. Spread ‘em,” Janice barked like a cop. The forcefulness of her voice, as well as the playfulness, made Audrey jump to action. Besides, she wouldn’t give Janice the satisfaction of showing fear. The men planned to fuck them every possible way. Although hesitant about what to expect, Audrey wanted to go through with it. Maybe word would get back to Mark. Maybe, if she could outdo Janice with sexual technique, not to mention inhibition, men would talk about her. They would want her. Of all the women at the club, she could be the one everyone lusted for most.
It seemed an absurd goal, even to her, but tonight that was what she wanted.
Looking over a shoulder, Audrey reached back to spread open her butt cheeks. Her body tingled when the hose slipped in. She wondered how the hose compared to a penis. Of course the hose was smaller than most penises, but still she imagined Mark slipping into her from behind.
Then the warm rush of soapy water inside shocked her. Just imagine if men came so much themselves. Just as quickly, the hose popped out.
“Gotta cork that hole,” Janice stated. “Dr
ain in the toilet the first time. We’ll get you taken care of. I’ve already taken care of myself—Carl usually wants anal.”
“Okay.”
Audrey went to the toilet, uncorked the gusher. She returned to the shower for another rinse. Janice, satisfied with the outcome, helped soap Audrey’s ass, taking special attention at her puckering hole with a probing finger before finally slapping a cheek with a wet gunshot crack.
“The pegs will be here soon, “Audrey said.
“Yes, they will. Let’s go lube up before they arrive.”
“Okay.”
Under hot, steamy water, Janice quickly washed the hose. She placed the contraption under the sink where she removed a tube of Astroglide. Audrey, bent over the sink, allowed the woman to apply a liberal amount to her anus before returning the favor. Audrey felt a little uncomfortable applying lubrication to the tight pucker. She could hardly imagine what they were about to do. Simultaneously, she lusted to push the envelope. Tonight she would cast inhibitions aside.
Just as they finished washing their hands, in came Sam and Carl. Sam’s Viagra had started to kick in. Both men had changed into robes only. Sam’s robe tented in front. Carl set down his drink on the counter, whistling like a wolf.
“Boy, are we going to have fun.”
Janice squeezed her breasts. “Are you calling me a boy?”
“Not you, that’s for damn sure.” Carl disrobed. Sam followed suit, his purple cock throbbing. Carl, waggling his penis enticingly, said to Janice, “C’mere. I got something for you.”
Delighted, Janice dropped to her knees to begin sucking him to full stiffness.
Knowing exactly what Sam expected, Audrey knelt down before him, took his erection in hand. She started by licking the tip like a lollipop. His short, stubby penis had a small head, making it resemble a peg. Audrey easily sucked its entirety into her mouth.
The men moaned as the women worked them over. Drool ran down Sam’s thighs and pooled between his legs. His penis glistened as his balls dripped. Audrey lapped hungrily at the fluid, growing increasingly wet herself. The way he smiled down at her with his thin lips made her want to spread her legs wide for him.
As if in response, Sam pulled away. He slid his slick penis between her ripe new breasts. She accommodated him by mashing them together so he could fuck them. He began to happily thrust between them.
“To the showers,” Carl exclaimed.
From the corner of her eye, Audrey saw Carl and Janice head into the shower room. A tug of her hair brought Audrey to her feet. “Get your titties in there,” Sam said, with the swat of her ass. Its sting caused a tingle, which spread across her thighs to the center of her womanhood. Inside, the other two had started turning on all the showerheads, sending water spraying in all directions.
Janice leaned against the wall, this time as if she were suspect instead of cop. Carl eased up behind her to slip in doggie-style.
Audrey, unsure of herself, did the same against the opposite wall. She felt a warm presence behind her. Hands covered her breasts. Sam’s cock prodded against her as he squeezed her tits hard.
“Goddamn I’m gonna fuck you,” Sam grunted. He squeezed harder, almost hurting her, before letting go. Then her wet fold gave way when he rammed it home, soliciting a gasp from Audrey’s lips.
Stubby fingers pinched her sides as she was jerked back then shoved forward to be repeatedly penetrated by the peg. A sense of satisfaction overcame her. She was fulfilling her obligations while striking back at Mark. It gave her purpose. And having a man inside her pleased her.
“Take it, take it. Make those titties bounce.”
The full weight of his thick body pounded against her. His paunch mashed against her ass. He smacked it, tugged her hair, but soon became short-winded. He pulled out.
“You ride me. I wanna see those tits in action.”
Audrey turned to see the man lie down, head clear of spraying water. Steam billowed up from the splattering, splashing water drops. The man looked doughy under the bright florescent lights of the shower room. His peg stood rigid. Holding it by the base, near water-plastered pubic hair and tight scrotum, he angled it high.
“Come on, hop in the saddle, you little filly.”
Audrey, smiling because he smiled, stepped over his wide girth, eased herself down. The penis easily slipped in. Sam moaned. Water pelted her skin. Her hair acted like a sponge, immediately becoming completely soaked. Audrey had done it in the shower at home once with Mark, but the confining space didn’t compare to having a twelve-by-twelve square foot room with three shower heads spraying in every direction, to fuck alongside another couple. It felt nasty, taboo, and when Carl, still pounding into Janice from behind, leered over at Audrey, panning down to her bouncing breasts, and then back up to meet her eyes with a grin, she thought she might melt away, slide down the drain.
Enticingly, she licked water from her lips.
“Ride that fat bastard,” Carl said.
“You go girl,” Janice agreed.
Audrey bounced higher, driving the peg in deeper and deeper. She ground down with undulating hips, tossed back her head, flinging water-straightened hair.
“I want some of that.” Carl backed away from Janice. He went to Audrey and put his glistening cock before her lips. She readily accepted it, tasting his pre-come and Janice’s watered-down juices. Deep within her ecstasy boiled.
Janice, not to be left out, leaned against the shower wall slightly spreading her legs. She began teasing her clit while pinching a nipple.
“Gag that bitch,” Janice said. “Teach her to suck dick.”
Audrey despised the comment even though she knew it stemmed from jealousy. However, she slowed her bouncing, instead focusing on blowing Carl. He urged her on with fistfuls of hair. His moans delighted her.
Frustration riddled Janice’s face. She went to them, dropping to her knees, and said, “I’ll show you how to suck cock.” Janice jerked Carl’s penis from her mouth. Head bobbing furiously, Janice sucked it.
Remembering Janice’s comment regarding Carl’s fetish, Audrey said, “Give it to me up the ass. Be my first.”
“Sorry, Sam, you owe me one.” Carl pulled Audrey off his friend. He positioned her leaning against the tiled wall.
Being manhandled gave her a strangely satisfying tickle deep inside. Taking Janice’s would-be sugar daddy stoked her higher. A naughty poking sensation was followed by a sweet, slow stretching feeling. Audrey loved it.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy on you, baby.”
“Fuck that!” Janice exclaimed. “Fuck that nasty hole. Shove it in.”
He didn’t listen to the bitch. He eased in, then out, assisted by wonderful lubrication. Soon Sam distracted Janice by leaning her against a wall and penetrating her ass from behind.
A surprising new voice caught Audrey’s attention. Another man, the reader whom she had screwed in this restroom before, stood watching from the entryway. He said, half-joking, “Hurry up, Carl. I could use a turn.”
“Like hell.” His voice echoed macho humor within the tiled walls. Audrey knew Carl would allow the man his shot with her, information that made her want to reach orgasm. In fact, the smooth, steady penetration of her ass pushed her frustratingly closer—dangerously closer—to orgasm. Yet that pleasure continued to elude her.
Janice screaming in ecstasy didn’t help. Audrey’s near-climax ebbed, returning a moment later when Carl exclaimed, “Oh lord, that tight hole is too much.”
The man pulled out. Audrey imagined more than felt his warm jets of come intermingling with the warm water hitting her back. A golden spray of urine followed which made Audrey feel like a Greek goddess immortalized in a fountain.
Resting a moment, Audrey watched the man in the entryway through billowing steam. He quickly undressed, and she patiently awaited him. He was stronger, younger. He spun her around, pushed her up against cold, wet tile, up off the floor. Around his waist her legs wrapped. He split her open between the l
egs. He pounded slow, deep, raising her legs higher until finally her feet were slung over his shoulders.
Audrey watched Sam finish with Janice, watched Janice touching herself. The pounding grew faster, piston-like. Watching Janice tease and tweak herself pushed Audrey close, so close to her elusive climax. Fucking hell, she longed for it. Her muscles clenched, face contorted, nails dug into skin, but still it refused her.
“Save some for me, big boy,” Janice stated in a sultry voice.
“No. Can’t,” the man grunted.
Audrey felt his penis throb inside her. She knew his seed filled her. The thought urged her closer than ever to orgasm …
And then he pulled out, setting her back on her feet. Weak knees threatened to give way. The man simply turned to leave the showers, the same as the other men.
“Prick. I wanted to come again,” Janice heckled.
“I’ll make you come,” Audrey stated. “But first you get me off.”
Janice seemed unsure of the prospect at first, but then a grin spread across her face. She glanced toward the men toweling off in the other room.
“Lie down, slut. I’m gonna lick you into a frenzy.”
Lick, she did. Janice lapped at her sex. Fingers penetrated her holes, further building the pleasure. However, only when the men crowded the entryway to watch did sweet release find its home. Audrey came unlike she had ever come before.
She returned the favor as the men cheered them on. She vowed then and there she would not jeopardize her club pass.
Chapter Sixteen
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Lately it seemed Audrey spent all her time at Club Nadir. A home away from home. But she didn’t mind. Didn’t mind at all. She enjoyed the attention, the activity, the sexual gratification. She did, however, miss Long Island Iced Teas. Frequenting a bar, though, a girl had to drink something. So Audrey sat sipping a club soda with a splash of cola while waiting for Mark to arrive. Surprisingly he had called a couple days after their last meeting. He had a thousand dollars he wanted to give her. In cash. For the abortion. Pocket change for him. He probably killed fetuses on a regular basis.
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