I was surprised and honored with an invitation to Jason's Annual Super Bowl Party, they were rather infamous in our town. I was one of the liquor distributors for Jason, Jason owned the local strip club. There are high end men's clubs and there are sleazy strip joints, Jason's was somewhere in the middle but probably a bit closer to the sleazy end of the scale. The town fathers looked at the tax money the club brought in and tended to not look too closely at the operation.
What made Jason's party so special were the girls. In the small town there weren't too many opportunities for women and the younger attractive ones tended to find working in the club to be the best of limited opportunities. Good money could be made if you weren't too particular about what you did in the private rooms. That illicit things were going on was well rumored in the town, but the police chief and the mayor both seemed to be oblivious. Jason picked the girls to help with his party knowing each one's proclivities and willingness to make him happy and keep their independent contractor status at the club.
As with most small town stories, somewhere in the rumor mill is a grain of truth. The rumors of what went on at Jason's parties were clearly exaggerated, but if even halfway true it was going to be a memorable party.
My first impression when arriving at Jason's large house at the end of a long curved drive was the tall busty blonde in a crop top and Daisy Duke shorts directing me to a parking spot. She checked my name off her list on a clipboard as I admired her ample cleavage and tight midriff.
Once approved a leggy brunette, similarly attired, took my arm and escorted me to the entrance foyer where one of Jason's security staff welcomed me. I recognized him from the club, and he seemed to recognize me.
He put his large beefy hand on my shoulder and said, "Jason welcomes you to his party and is glad you could come. Behave as if you were at his club and have a good time."
As soon as he released me, Jason also grabbed my hand and welcomed me to his party. "Since this is your first time let me show you around." As we circulated, I saw the mayor, the police chief, a couple of other distributors, and pretty much a who's who of the local town and county. There were a few wives in the crowd of about 40 people. I learned later that Jason had another set up in the family room for wives who weren't that interested in the game or what their husbands might be doing..
The other thing I noticed as he showed me around were girls. He probably had one girl there from the club for every three to four guests. Most were chatting with the guests and circulating. I did notice that they were doing more touching than being touched, and the warning about behaving as if at the club became clearer.
There were about four cute girls carrying trays and serving drinks from the open bar, and refilling snack bowls around the room. They were in heels, very short schoolgirl pleated skirts and essentially a low cut push up bra the covered their nipples some of the time. As one bent over to hand a gentleman a drink, I noticed a chastity belt under her very short skirt. Jason saw my expression, laughed and explained. "Those girls have a job to do taking care of my guests' drinks and food needs. I don't want them running off to one of the private rooms with some dick and not doing their job. So, they are locked in the chastity belts with vibrating plugs in their ass and cunt and stay on task. The bartender had individual control of each of their belts and can turn the vibrators up or down, or if necessary, use the small shock device that is against their clits. Girls doing a good job get their vibrators turned up a notch and if they aren't doing what they should be, well you get the idea."
Jason saw my reaction to the mention of private rooms and said, "One formality, come with me into my office for a moment." Once into his plush home office he handed me a piece of paper and asked me to read it carefully. It essentially said that I agreed that under no circumstances would I give any money or item of value to any employee of the house, under penalty of immediate and permanently being banned from the house and the club. I also agreed to report any employee who asked for or implied that any payment was appropriate or acceptable.
After I read it and looked at Jerry he explained, "The girls here today are being well compensated for working the party. The last thing I or my guest need is any hint of prostitution in my house. Please sign the form, it is to protect all of us."
I signed the form and Jerry put it into a folder which seemed fat with similar signed forms. Jerry then smiled, "Now about the private rooms. Other than a few girls like the waitresses that have assigned duties any of the girls are free of their own choice to use any free room should they wish to do so. They do it for a few reasons: they are bored watching the game, their heels are killing them, a reward for a club regular, or they are just horny. It is purely their choice; coercion is not permitted. But if one asks if you would like to go with them, feel free to take her up on the offer. What happens there is between the two of you, other than the agreement that nothing of value is exchanged for services and there is no coercion, No means No."
As we left his office he said, "Oh, one more thing you may need to know about, follow me." He led me down a short hallway and showed me where the small bathroom was before telling me, "With this crowd today there isn't enough toilets for my guests. My girls have the upstairs one reserved for themselves, and the female guest have laid claim to the one off the family room." With that he opened a door into what could best be described as a combination laundry mud room. In the middle of the floor were two small plastic kiddie pools and each had a naked lady kneeling in the middle of each.
Jason laughed when he saw my quizzical look. "These are the two extra urinals, feel free to use them if the other restroom is busy, or you just like pissing into these lovely ladies."
Both ladies smiled and waved, and one of them pleaded, "Please come use us, it is lonely back here." Jason responded by motioning one of the girls over to the edge or her pool, unzipping his pants and pissing into the gaping mouth of the cute blonde. She took it all and didn't spill a drop. Then licked the head of his cock clean and kissed it before he put it back in his pants.
Concluding the tour, Jerry excused himself to check on something. I motioned the other girl over to me and relieved a bladder that was full an hour earlier. I would like to think that my stream was heavier than Jerry's, but the girl handled it without an issue and without spilling a drop. After she licked the last drop off the end of my cock and kissed it, I asked, "how do you do that?"
She smiled and replied, "The most important thing I learned in college was how to chug a beer. This is the same, open your throat and let it flow down. Please drink lots of beer and come see us often."
I wandered back out to the main room and ran into several people that I knew. I was talking to the mayor, thanking him for getting a neighborhood flooding issue addressed when Sharon latched onto my arm. Sharon is a redhead with the cutest little bubble butt, both admitted weaknesses of mine, and had caught me enjoying the view of it one day in her high cut outfit. She accused me of staring at her ass, and I replied only because it is a joy to study. After that whenever I stopped by the club, she came over to wave it in my face and chat. Today she was in four inch heels, a push up bra that almost covered her nipples and a short, pleated skirt that almost covered the delightful bubble butt.
