Introducing Shannan
I awoke on that Wednesday morning feeling so sexy, I wondered if I was pregnant, just for a second, then I remembered that I was up to date on my injections, that I took every three month.
Movement at my leg reminded me that I had company in bed.
Someone's lips covered my mound, as their tongue split my vagina lips in a lustful plunge. I arched into him/her?
There was enough light coming through the blinds to see my lover, but not before my orgasm overtook my world for a brief time.
I almost rebound into a mini-quake, when she rose above the sheet, and I did not know her!
She got up and trailed her fingers across my body on the way to my kitchenette.
"You don't remember me do you Shylo," she asked, but her voice was light, and whimsical.
"It seems that my labia knows you better than I do," I responded.
"You met my Raybo at the Student Union, and you asked him home for some fun," she started to explain, "and he said yes, but he had to invite me."
"When I got here, you were just slipping into la-la land, after what Ray called 'epic sex'." she concluded.
"Cooper," she said and offered me her hand.
I shook her hand as the night's events filtered back into my sleepy head.
"I'm sorry Cooper, but I am just learning my limits when I combine booze and pot, with 'epic sex'," I returned.
Ray was a blonde haired man with a beard, and a fit body. He monitored the Student Commissary in the evenings. It was the kind of job that went to a student, so we flirted, while chatting about our majors.
When I asked him when he got off, he said he would have to invite his girlfriend. My mouth just gave the automatic answer.
"Your boyfriend left me sleeping in the wet spot!" I admonished her.
"I cleaned up most of it, when I saw that you were awake," she teased me, with her cheshire cat smile and a sweep of her tongue around her lips.
"Please return to my bed Cooper, I want to get to know you better." I asked, formally.
By the time Ray got back to pick up Cooper, we knew each other a lot better, and we had exchanged numbers, for a possible double date this Thursday. I sent out a message to Kirk, expecting him to be my date.
Kirk was a big computer Geek, whom I wouldn't even know, if he hadn't spent a few hundred hours going over video files of me being raped by 6 men. I gave him and his buddies a reward for their efforts, but Kirk remained a special friend, with benefits. I counted myself lucky to have found him. His talents were on my list for my friends to have.
I loved keeping a stable of friends that could cook like a real chief and sew like a born designer, and compute like Steve Jobs and protect people like Bruno, and the list goes on. I had my eyes open for a good Lawyer too, but they would have to be good, and they would have to know all about sex related law. I liked to trade favors, for other people's talents, but it was best to be their friend first.
I was taking one post grad class, with only 12 students, the class was Legal Sex and Psychology. The Associate Professor that taught that class, was on my radar for future hookups, but I had to be completely professional while I was his student.
I'm sure that he was 40ish, and he had a bushy beard that was coming in grey, and he didn't trim it out.
I happened to see him on a basketball court, as a 'skin', and his skin looked like something I wanted to run my hands over. I already knew he had a keen mind, and I saw his eyes pause when he first saw me... The anticipation was making me hot, even though I might not even get a chance to fuck him for months!
Professor Jack Moor was such a hottie, that I might need those months to seduce him. That would not be strictly 'ethical', but I could just say it was nature!
"Did you know there are things that I would love to do to your body, that are illegal in 9 states, Miss Morra?" Professor Moor announced to the room while looking right at me! He held my gaze for a lifetime - 5 seconds maybe.
"I could also have anal sex with you Mr. Henderson, in all states since 2013," he continued while swivelling his head towards my classmate. "...but not if you were between the age of 18 and 21". "Those men can't legally have anal sex at all in 11 of these free United States of America," he concluded.
I had to wonder if Keith Henderson's nips hardened when Jack was talking to him?
Tonight was opening night for our water show, so I had to go in early for an introduction to the new equipment.
Shannon insisted on a total revamp, when she returned from their tour of the Strip Clubs that had shower features.
I had a special gift planned for tonight's events,
Our new plumbing featured a 6 foot waterfall, two water spouts, and a laser/light music show, which all revolved around the cleanest and sexiest young ladies on the coast!
A new addition to our staff was a cute little Cuban immigrant, he was a specialist in audio/laser, and he was learning the use of computer driven 3D imaging on smoke and water.
Capa was a second generation sound tec. His dad worked for studios in Miami, so Capa learned the business from the science side, and the art from his dad's side.
Now he was putting images on smoke and water!
I could tell that he was in heaven, surrounded by tits, he made a living doing what he loved to do, with sound and images and sexual imagery on sexy women! It's like a pornographic dream, where only your imagination can limit you.
Capa's mama was a stripper in Miami, and Carol was an old friend. Capa's mom insisted that Capa live with Carol for at least a year.
We watched a demonstration, as Sharon stripped on the main stage. Images started to appear on her thigh, like fingers, or tongues lapping at her labia. Sharon could not even see the images. But to us, she was being fondled.
Capa could present these images in 3d effect, on either smoke or water, so a fog engulfed the stage, and Capa made love to Sharon, with his computer driven models.
Capa worked from Colon's old perch. He was also the mouthpiece now, as Colon took over more management work. He had a console in front of him that held a dozen screens, only one was more than 8 inches across, and it had the music list that was queued and the points when Colon's voice would announce prices, and specials and upcoming events.
Almost as busy as Capa, Bruno would be using his com's to stay in contact with as many as 12 hand picked security people. One of his guys had an ipad with which he scanned the security cameras, but Bruno was the type to want the feel and the pulse of the crowd, or the room.
We all shifted to the new shower viewing area.
The showers were surrounded on three sides, and one viewing area also had exposure to the changing rooms.
To keep the dancers and the customers safer, there was no way to go from the viewing side, to the showers or dressing room, without going through a locked stage door.
There was no smoke in the showers, only steam would obscure your view. A steady stream of dry air over the windows kept them from fogging.
Three visiting strippers were dancing in the waterfall, with lights playing on them.
I decided to try The Gusher. I positioned myself above the pipes, and signalled for Capa to run a program.
The music and lights came on, and the gusher started to rise to my waiting pussy. I could not see the imaging, but I knew that Capa had an image of a hard cock on the column of water, disappearing into me.
While others imagined I was being fucked, I got to feel the movement of the warm flood waters, as it gave me a gentle penetration.
Built in safeties kept the pressure from hurting anyone.
This one would be a big draw, as the patron can control just how the flood is affecting his dancer, and a good entertainer might 'simulate' an orgasm, or, at least extreme sexual excitement.
We were packed for the grand opener. It was by invitation only, and our regulars got the first tickets. Bruno was at the entrance, to let anyone we missed in, but otherwise there should be no lineups.
Patrons were rotated into the Emerald Room and the Shower View Saloon.
The ladies in the shower were electronically tipped, and even paid for a dance or a shower routine.
Sharon opened on our stage, with a light show, and a lot of swirling, to show her pole talents. The artificial smoke kept the entire room a bit gloomy, but soon Sharon's body was being pestered by dildo's and doves and butterflies were buzzing around her well lit tasty spots.
All through the night the dancers were cycled through the showers, with an extended stay above 'The Gusher'.
When it was my turn, I leaned back to enjoy. The flood pushed into my pussy and the force rushed into me about 2 inches. The bubbles and agitation played a spirited game on my clitorus and labia.
I started flexing my tits, and twirling my nibs, while Capa played a tune on my clit. Not enough to get me off, but more than enough to let me know that a good time could be had by all!
In the meantime, the light being transferred to the column of water made it look like I was being fucked with a giant black cock out of nowhere.
Soon, we had patrons handling the water jets, and they seemed to really like the added games.
At Nine O'clock Kirk showed up with my special guest. Sid dropped in from time to time, but it was always early. This was a special occasion though, and he had a pass from the Senior Home, and a few bucks in his pocket.
Bruno knew they were coming, and they got straight in, and back to the new viewing room.
I danced for Sid personally, and he was enthusiastic about every inch of my skin that I showed him. Nearly every other dancer paid him tribute, as the founder.
When I had my shower, I asked Capa to show Sid how the flood mech worked, and he gave the controller to Sid, for a test run.
The orgasm that I demonstrated was perhaps a bit faked, but that will always be part of the shower game.
"This is going to put us on the map Shylo," Sid proclaimed with pride.
Ben's sister was here too, having arranged some vacation time to coincide with the Grand Reopening. Her practice was very popular in Southern California. Her husband was a popular 'tit' man, while June did muscle restructuring, to improve things under the skin.
Saggy tits often do not need augmentation, just support, and June helped by shortening ligaments, and tightening muscle, so that butt cheeks and breasts could be persuaded to hang in a more youthful, toned way.
She was quite good looking herself.
"Hi, I'm Shylo," I introduced myself to June at my first opportunity.
"Oh, I just knew it," June proclaimed, "Ben told me about your interview, and it was priceless," she laughed so easily.
