Chapter 13
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We caught up to the rest of the girls outside the club. There was the typical long line of folks waiting to get in. Of course, we were bypassing that. We spotted Midge, hard to miss at 6’3″ in her heels. She waved to us, and we walked over.
“Look who I found!” It was Beth. As she spoke, she gestured to three young men. It took me a second to recognize them cleaned up for a night out. It was Manny, Moe, and Jack — Beth’s, uh, “friends” from last night. I realized I didn’t know the three gearheads’ names. I thought about asking, but decided I preferred thinking of them as the Pep Boys — they certainly brought a lot of pep to the little redhead. While they still looked a little weary from their exertions of last night, the three boys cleaned up nicely. I couldn’t blame them for being worn out. In fact, if not for the last of my illicitly- obtained Adderall, I’d probably be in worse shape. “I told them we’d probably come here, so they came down here and waited for us to show up. Isn’t that sweet of them,” Beth said putting her hand lovingly on the cheek of the one I thought of as Manny
“It sure is,” I said making eye contact with Manny. I figured it wasn’t just coincidence. I mean, us running into Pudge in a city this size was an anomaly; not the sort of thing likely to repeat itself. After the night she gave them in the boat house, I imagine they were sitting the vigil here since sunset. Loyal knights hoping to be deemed worthy by their fickle goddess. I kind of felt glad for their “success”.
Nadia was over talking to the doorman. I turned to Midge and asked, “So do you other girls invite your conquests from last night?” I kind of hoped they didn’t. I mean, I liked Manny, Moe, and Jack for the happiness they’d given Beth. Still it was awkward for how we’d met — them being sprawled across the boat house quarters floor having been rode hard and put away wet as it were. Meeting Bella’s three-legged football player or Midge’s second and third place weightlifters was going to be worse.
“No. Misty’s rule,” Midge answered succinctly as though that explained everything.
“Misty’s rule?” I asked. This should be good, though likely embarrassing.
Bella answered, “‘Never bring a date to a place where you can find one.'” She gestured up the line of people waiting to get in the club. The line went up the block and around the corner. Halfway up the block I caught Misty’s form. The beautiful blonde was hard to miss standing with a hand on her hip and one fabulous leg jutting out the slit of her black dress. She was talking to a group of young men. She wasn’t talking so much as sizing them up — like she was a rich country squiress evaluating this year’s stock of thoroughbred colts come to auction.
Misty made a gesture with her hand — a winning bid I assumed. She turned and started back towards us. Half a dozen young men got out of line and followed her. “Two a piece,” I thought. The girl’s sexual appetites continued to impress. Misty and her colts walked up. The four of the boys immediately started flirting with the Midge and Bella. Misty already had two — one on either arm. They were all very fit looking muscular young men in their early twenties.
Judging from the universal crew cuts, age, and overblown physiques, I guessed — correctly as it would turn out — that they were on leave from the Key West Naval Air Station and were students at the Special Warfare Diving School. I didn’t know much of it. A college friend was Naval ROTC and was supposed to go the special warfare route. He was insanely fit I recalled. I ran into him a couple of years after graduation. He was working in Naval Intelligence having washed out in dive school. Just couldn’t keep up he said. These guys were a cut above him. It’s a good thing I thought, looking over the girls, they will need all their strength.
Of course, the world was changing all over. The military was slower to turn than, say, the private sector, but it was changing. It wouldn’t be long before the classes at the dive school would be all women. In a few years, all the combat arms of the world’s militaries would be mostly women. They had to be. Once one nation started fielding soldiers that could run 24-minute 10k’s, swim four miles in the ocean for a warmup, process information and develop tactics at light speed, sleep three hours, and do it all again the next day, all the other nations would. Already, I’d heard, the Israelis – who’d had women combat units for a long time – was changing over its elite unites to women almost exclusively. It was inevitable. These guys were in peak shape, and probably as mentally sharp as any young men in uniform. But any of the giggly party girls with whom they were flirting could take any one of them apart without breaking a sweat or even one of their pretty manicured nails. Highly trained and physically built as they were, they were easily outclassed by even these flighty girls. If it came to fighting a war, and we sent these sinop seks hikayeleri guys up against and army of equally well-trained women, it would be a slaughter. These men might be facing obsolescence on the battlefield, but, for tonight, they still had enough fight left for the night club.
Or, at least, I hope they did, for their sake.
II.
Nadia did her usual thing, and our increasingly large party was let inside, past the velvet rope, and up to the VIP area. We were shown to an elevated corner with several booths. I noted it was a little better lit than where we were the other night. It was also in close view to the host’s stand. Something else I noticed was that a rotation of the club’s bouncers split time near our table. The bouncers were universally women. I imagine there were ads up in every woman’s gym for these jobs. They were all quite muscular. I wondered what kind of weight these women were lifting in the gym. Nadia had mentioned bench pressing 600lbs — somewhere well north of the men’s world record for a man of her weight. Nadia was certainly fit but nothing like a person whose job it was to move heavy things or people. The women bouncers probably had a good 50lbs on her and were generally solid muscle. They could be bench pressing more than 1000 pounds.
In general, we drew extra attention from the staff in places like this. Nadia, and tonight, Midge, were VIPs among the list of VIPs. Their family’s money and influence resulted in that sort of treatment in a lot of places we went. It made Nadia uncomfortable, but it was unavoidable. She walked into places like this as the stunning woman she was — plus she was over six feet tall in heels. There was no missing her. Tonight’s extra attention from the club’s security was more than we were used to. The reason was obvious — the husband of one of the club’s VIP-est VIPs was nearly raped two nights ago, and they’re coming back tonight. I’d have to be especially stupid to find myself in danger tonight.
Again the liquor was flowing. There was also a lot of drugs working their way around — mostly MDMA like the other night. It was the right drug for a place like this. Once senses were appropriately lubricated, some of the girls went to the dance floor. Nadia and Pudge got up to dance. I decided to sit out for a little while, so they “borrowed” two of Beth’s Pep Boys. Nadia blew me a kiss as she walked away and then pointed at one of the bouncers. The bouncer, a large blonde who I’d nicknamed “Zap” in my head because she reminded me of the American Gladiator of the same name, nodded in response. I felt adequately babysat.
Beth had, it seemed also elected to sit out for a bit. I was puzzled. Manny and Moe had gone off with Nadia and Pudge, but I didn’t see Jack around. Then I saw Beth laughing as a head came up from under the table in front of her — it was Jack. She said something and kissed him. Then she put her hand on his head and pushed him back down. I could see her breathing speed up. She closed her eyes. Her hand reached back under the table, I guess onto the back of Jack’s head. She threw her own head back and was convulsing. I saw a pair of feet poke out from under the table’s tablecloth. They writhed as though the owner was struggling — I was thinking he’s probably wishing right about now that he’d gone with Pudge and Nadia and left one of the other guys here to “attend” to the petite redhead. Beth’s convulsions increased in intensity as she threw her head and fiery mane from side to side. The feet under the table moved with panic for a few more seconds then were still. Beth’s bucking continued for a few more minute. I had to assume she was still grinding against the poor unconscious guy’s face. When they subsided and she’d pulled herself back together I could see her reach under the table. Then she looked under the table. Then she straightened her clothes, got up and went to the dance floor, skipping and waving to me as she went by.
I was getting a sense of why Misty found her and her friends more than one partner apiece. I had assumed it was a matter of the girl’s sexual needs being so great that one man simply couldn’t be expected to meet them. That was probably part of it. Credit to Nadia for having confidence in me to meet hers on my own. (Though, admittedly, the unexpected presence of Pudge and how that had conveniently developed certainly helped) Apparently, Misty expected there would be a need for some level of rotation on the dance floor.
I was something to watch. The girls would take one of their guys down to the dance floor. The first rotation, the guys went down with confidence and excitement. They usually came back pretty ruffled, sweat-soaked, and looking a lot less confident. One or two had fairly obvious wet stains to the fronts of their pants. They were usually too wiped out to care. Then the next guy would go with the girl and come back the same way. By the time this was on its third set of rotations, the poor guys could barely walk.
III.
Nadia came back up the steps. She made a signal to the bouncer, and, by the time she reached our booth, our section of the VIP area was as dark as the rest of the club. The only light came as flashes from the dance floor below. Nadia sat next to me. She took a pull off of a bottle of tequila on our table. Then scooted to me and was on my lap facing me before I could react. “Since you wouldn’t come to the dance floor,” she said as started grinding on me, “I decided to bring the dancing to you.” My member began to stiffen from the sensuous friction. She bent down and kissed me. Our tongues mingled first in my mouth, then in hers. She reared up and brought those magnificent tits up and pressed my face into them. I was fully erect now, and she could tell. “My, my, Dr. Jones, a problem seems to have…” she reached down and gave my cock a squeeze through my pants, “arisen.” She started to slide down my front, and said, “Let’s see if I can take care of that for you,” as she slipped under the table. She undid my pants and took my throbbing, dripping cock into her soft warm mouth. She started sucking moving her head slowly up and down.
As Nadia got started, Misty came up the steps and over to our tables. She had one of the young sailors’ arm over her shoulder and she was basically carrying the unconscious seaman. The boy had cum stains on his pants and his shirt had been ripped. Having been carried unconscious from this place two nights ago, I could imagine how the young man ended up in this state. As Misty lugged her guy towards out section, Nadia began to swirl her tongue around my dick. It felt amazing. Misty set the sailor down in the next booth. She picked up a bottle of vodka off the table and drank an amount roughly equivalent to my night’s worth of alcohol. Nadia picked up the pace of her sucking. My head was spinning. Misty tried to rouse one of the other sailors, but he was out cold. She looked to me and made thumb and head gesture toward the stairs. I just waived. She got an irritated look, but smiled, and went off to one of the upstairs bars.
I was steadily building to orgasm. I decided to try something that I never do. More out of courtesy than any kind of reluctance expressed by Nadia. I took both hands and put them on Nadia’s head and pushed down. She stopped her movement in response. I pushed harder but was getting nowhere against her incredible strength. Nadia looked up at me and kind of smiled with my cock still in her mouth. She grabbed both my hands and forced them to the bench on both sides. I knew I was powerless in her grasp, and this was her way of reminding me. She gave a few more sucks, then pulled her mouth off of me.
She slid herself back up my body. This time she was straddling me with my arms pinned by her thighs. She billowed her skirt as best she could over my lap, then settled onto my raging hardon. She must have removed her panties while under the table because I slid right in. Her pussy was wet and even tighter than I remembered — and it’s not like I could have forgotten if I tried. She gave me a squeeze with her internal muscles and giggled at my wide-eyed response.
She brought her left hand to my throat. She bent to my ear and whispered, “It makes me so hot when you try to assert your dominance over me.” She looked down into my eyes from inches away. Her internal pussy muscles squeezed again then started to pulse rhythmically. The pulses were bringing me close to blowing. Her hand at my throat pushed forward and choked me a little against the back of the bench. Nadia went to my ear again and whispered, “But it makes me so much hotter when you try to assert your dominance over me…” she gave a hard series of pulses, “…and fail.”
I exploded into her violently. Her pulsing intensified and became a milking action. Her pussy was pulling the cum out of me. She released her grip on my neck and put her lips to mine. Her tongue plunged into my mouth as cum continued to flow out of my shaft. My orgasm slowed for a few seconds, but then the pulsing picked up again. I tried to say something, but her mouth was dominating my mouth as much as her pussy was dominating my cock. I tried to move my hands, but they were hopelessly trapped against me by the iron grip of her thighs. She put her hand back at my throat and pushed/choked me again.
I started to cum a second time. I was shaking with the exertion as Nadia’s pussy sucked my balls fully dry. I was dizzy and lightheaded. Finally she relented. She broke “our” kiss — by now it was “her” kiss entirely and let me fall out of her. She slid off of me and redid my pants as my cock was still twitching.
She nestled into me from the side I was drenched in sweat. “You should know,” I said, “If you don’t want me to do that again, that was definitely not the way to get me to not.”
She laughed. Gave me and actual playful jab. She put her arm my face kissed me and said, “It’s a fair trade. You dominate my heart, Dr. Jones, and I get to dominate your body in return.”
IV.
I was still recovering when Pudge came up the stairs with a limping Manny. He was in visible pain, limping along with Pudge’s support. Pudge helped him over to the table under which the Jack still lay passed out. She helped him to sit. She motioned for a waiter to come over and asked him for something. The waiter went off, and Pudge came over to us.
“That little redhead needs to be more careful with her toys,” Pudge explained as she sat down next to me. She took the half empty bottle of tequila and gave it a healthy pull. She explained, “I don’t know exactly what happened. She had that dude up against a wall and was grinding the shit out of him.” She a paused to take another drink from the tequila bottle. Then she went on, “So the guy brings his leg up between her legs. Now she’s grinding on that. She cums and starts bucking. Dude is pushing and fighting to get his leg free, but she had him locked up.”
“I see what’s about to happen and try to get over there,” Pudge held her hands up like she was gesturing to stop or get someone’s attention, “The dance floor was just too packed. I almost get there when that little minx bucks and twists.” Pudge starts making bucking and twisting motions in a mockery of Beth’s orgasm. “I swear I heard the snap over the music. I know I heard the poor bastard’s scream,” She said. “I think she either tore some ligaments or maybe dislocated his knee altogether,” she made one last dramatic twisting motion then explained, “I sent the waiter for some ice.” Changing to a more awkward subject, she asked, “So what have you guys been up to?”
Nadia picked up a glass off the table, and drink from it. Nonchalance was not really her best thing. Seeing that, Pudge looked me up and down assessing my sweaty, rumpled clothes, and hastily replaced pants, and got the idea.
“Well,” Pudge looking at Nadia and taking my chin in her hand, “At least you didn’t knock him out this time.” She kissed me. It was a soft and gentle whisper of a kiss at first. Pudge broke it for a second and said, “I hope she left some for me.”
With that she pressed her lips to mine and the whisper became a voracious scream. She worked her tongue into my mouth and danced it around my tongue. She put her leg over mine as my arm when over her shoulder. Her hard muscled body pressed against me. As spent as my dick was a minute ago, it was immediately revived.
Pudge reached down and unzipped my pants. She reached her hand inside and grasp my hard dick. “Oh, it looks like there are some leftovers in here,” she whispered into my ear. “Gosh, I hope it’s still good,” she added with a giggle, “I’ll just taste it to find out.”
She pulled my cock out and was on it with her mouth before I could take another breath. She put her hand on the base and pumped her head up and down with vigor. Her mouth was so warm and wet. My head was spinning. I looked over at Nadia. She was fingering herself under her dress — I’d forgotten that her panties were still under the table somewhere but was reminded when she shifted toward me and I caught a glimpse of her hairless gem.
Pudge’s mouth came off my cock. She sat up, still stroking me slowly she said, “That was a nice, snack, but I think I need the full meal.” She hiked up skirt and pulled off her black thong panties. She looked at Nadia. Nadia nodded. I had no idea what that was about. I soon found out.
Pudge sat on my lap — her legs spread and my rigid boner in front of her. She reached down and stroked me again. She rose up and then came down taking me into her.
I felt the air go from my lungs in what would have been an audible gasp if not for the thumping club beat from the dance floor below. I’d had my little friend in Pudge’s pussy once before — all those years ago in that crappy motel the night of her brother’s funeral. I’ve not been with so many women that I’ve forgotten what some of the special ones felt like. The memory of how Pudge felt on me was easy to recall, but only for the circumstance. In terms of feel, she was sort of like a lot of girls I’d had.
But that was before “the change”
She was so tight, but it was a different tight than Nadia. It was like a velvety firm grip. As she stared to move it felt like her pussy rippled counter but in sync with her thrusts. The effect was like two thrusts felt for each one she made. I tried to match her thrusting, but I was botching the rhythm. She brought her feet together and she planted them so she could press me back and down. The result had me pinned. I tried to thrust, but it was useless against her superior strength. She looked over her should at me and smiled knowingly. She had me pinned and helpless, and she loved it.
Pudge looked to Nadia and made a “come here” motion with her head.
Nadia moved and straddled both me and Pudge, facing her (and I guess me too, but I was, well, “one row back” so to speak. Nadia put her arms around Pudge, and they locked in what looked like an amazing kiss. Pudge reached down and started fingering Nadia. Nadia, for her part started thrusting in Nadia’s down strokes adding force that wasn’t needed.