Sex Stories

It had been a week since I had been at the Club. I think I had recovered physically, if not mentally. Mentally, I kind of pretended it hadn't happened. But it had, and I knew I had to go back - I had signed a contract, and besides the contract . . . So I prepped myself that evening - I had bought new undergarments with the money that had been given me - sexy of course - major push-up bra and crotch-less underwear - as if they would stay on that long.

I entered the front door, a little less apprehensive as I had some idea of what would happen. Again, the two doormen were there, in their codpieces. I was again taken aside - welcomed as an old friend. He was so sexy, but I thought, stop you old cougar!!! There's more out there for you! He again undressed me gently,and then inspected my undergarments. 'We still need a few adjustments'. Again, my bra did not show quite enough - so he lifted my tits up until my nipples were fully exposed. The bottoms, well, what there was, he said wouldn't stay on for long anyway. And then I was ready for The Room.

This time he didn't accompany me - I was simply pushed out into the main club room and told me to walk around until I was offered a seat - I could not sit down until then - I had to walk around and let people - men - look at me. I was also told to keep my arms behind me so that my tits were pushed out in front, inviting visitors and guests to touch and stroke. They were literally up for grabs.

I did the circuit twice and as I did so I saw other female members who were as taken aback as I, but still going for it - a bit confused, but not wanting to back off. So I continued - if they could, so could I. Finally a table of three men opened up - they each stood and gestured for me to join them. I didn't like their looks and started to back away. The doorman came over, waving that damn contract in his had - 'you don't have an option' he said. 'They invited you, so you have to'. OK. I can do this. They were a bit rough around the edges - not quite rednecks - but they were anxious for me to join them. So I went over and took a seat. They actually were quite sweet at first - asked if I wanted a drink - of course I did - red or white - white please. A bottle was brought over, as well as more refills of their beers.

As I sat in the chair, I was offered a glass of white wine which I took with pleasure - it had been too long and too humiliating an evening already. I needed something to take the edge off. The Boys encouraged me to drink the glass - perhaps they knew I'd need it. I was starting to feel a bit tipsy and more uninhibited!