Sally's hidden yearnings are brought to the surface when three of her friends convince her to go with them to experience The Slime Pit at a local place called The O Club.
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Sally Winters was standing in the middle of her college dorm room slowly shaking her head from side to side. She couldn't believe what her dorm mates, Kelly, Tawana, and Julie were asking her. "No!" she said loudly in disbelief. "I don't want to go down to The O Club with you tonight and experience the divine decadence of The Slime Pit."
She raised her left hand with her pointer finger extended upward. "One," she said, "I'm not into girls."
She raised her middle finger, "Two, I'm not into pubic sex."
"And three," she said as her ring finger joined the other two, "... and this is perhaps the most important... there is NO way I am going to spend the two hundred dollar cover charge as a guest at a private club- no matter how exclusive it is- just so I can slide around in a bunch of slime with a couple hundred other naked women."
"So it all comes down to money?" said Tawana with a sly grin.
Julie laughed and said, "I'll bet if we paid your way in, you would join us in a minute, wouldn't you?"
"I'm not saying that I would," answered Sally, looking down at her bare feet squirming on the floor, "but the two Benjamins are a major part of my reason for not joining you."
"You ARE going with us, Sally," Kelly replied as she raised her hand to match Sally's. "And there are three reasons that you will." Her pointer finger was now extended upwards as Sally's had been.
"One," said Julie, "you
are
into girls, and everybody knows it. You have been checking out the other coeds every chance you get since the day you arrived here at the university."
She laughed and smiled broadly at Kelly's open mouth and now very wide open eyes. "Didn't think we noticed, did you?"
She laughed again and said, "Do you know what the girls in your gym class call you behind your back? They call you Cliff, that's spelled CLILF, and stands for Closet Lesbian I'd Love to Fuck."
Sally tried to stammer out something, but Tawana cut her off with, "Two..." Kelly raised a second finger, "... you may or may not like public sex, but you sure as hell like showing off your body in public."
Tawana held up her cell phone with an image displayed. She put it in front of Sally's face before starting the video and saying, "Campus police have been trying for months to figure out who 'The Midnight Flasher' is. They almost caught her on her last run through the quad because she posted when she was going to do it in advance on the school message board."
Her voice became sarcastic as she continued,"The cape and full mask are a nice touch, and you have almost everybody totally baffled as to who you are. But we've seen you in the shower and you have a very distinctive birth mark on your ass."
She swiped the phone to switch to an enlarged capture image from the video. "See," she said, "it shows up really nice under the lights as you run down the sidewalk back into the darkness."
Sally stood silently with her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
Kelly held up a third finger as she, herself, said, "And three, tonight is an open invitation night for new members at The O Club. There is no cover charge for anyone as long as you are either joining the club or are willing to be in the lottery to be a pole girl. There are going to be four or five hundred girls there, so the odds of any of us ending up on a pole are 250 to one."
"You like girls," Kelly said as she closed one finger. "You are a closet exhibitionist," she added as she closed the second finger. "And you ARE going with us to The O Club tonight to experience the Slime Pit." Her third finger closed and she held her balled up fist in front of Sally's face.
Sally dropped her arms to her side and slumped her shoulders in defeat. She started to say something else, but Kelly cut her off. "Put on your green sun dress," she ordered. "And nothing else. You have to be naked to get through the front door anyway."
Again, Sally started to say something, but Kelly once again cut her off with a loud, "No arguing. You're coming with us if we have to drag you down there naked."
For a moment the thought,
'That works for me,'
flashed through Sally's mind and a smile flickered across her face. But since she never told anyone her secret wicked thoughts, rather than saying that, she groaned out, "Ooooo K, if that's my choices, I guess I'm coming willingly."
"Oooh," said Julie with fake excitement. "Can we watch you cum?"
Kelly again groaned loudly and said, "I'm GOING with you, OK? Just let me get changed and we'll go."
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The O Club was the newest favorite nightclub for the sexually adventurous elite of the city. From the outside it was a very low-key type of place that blended in very well with the warehouse area in which it was located. There were no flashing signs or garish neon arrows marking the entrance. In fact, unless you saw the simple sign next to the entrance to the parking lot, you would never notice it. That sign said simply. "O Club Parking Only."
There was very strict security that kept anyone under the age of eighteen from even getting through the outer doors which faced the parking lot. There weren't even lines outside the doors to attract attention because, except for proof of age, anyone could come into the huge, open area that served as a lobby.
Once inside the lobby, however, there were much more stringent requirements. Those who didn't meet the inside bouncer's appraisal, or who chickened out after they saw exactly what the club was, were ushered out a side door into the alley so that they could walk back to the parking lot.
Assuming that you passed the bouncer's inspection and that you didn't flee in fear, you passed through a set of doors into an inner lobby. That still didn't get you into the club. Every time you came to the club, before continuing into the club rooms themselves, members and guests had to sign a paper saying you were there of your own free will and you knew that nudity was expected. There was also a release form saying that you knew that pictures might be taken of you and that those images were the property of the club to do with as they pleased. Those short forms were followed by several pages of other fine print that went on and on and ended with a another place for your signature and the signature of two witnesses.
Almost no one ever bothered to read the full form. They signed the first portion and then accepted the explanation of the security woman at the desk about the rest. She said to each person, "That first part is primarily proof you know what kind of club we are and that we are taking pictures and video. The rest is mainly legal stuff so you can't sue us if things don't turn out like you think they should."
For Sally- whose form seemed to be a slightly different color and had an additional page for signatures- she added, "At Club O, we treat you like a big girl who knows exactly what she is doing."
She then looked directly into Sally's eyes and said, "You
DO
know what you are doing, don't you?"
When Sally didn't immediately answer, she pointed to the side exit, "If you don't know what you're doing, honey, or aren't sure you really want to do this, there's the door."
Sally angrily took the pen from her hand and signed the paper. "That's my girl," said Kelly with a laugh as she wrapped the blue ID bracelet around Sally's wrist.
The club, itself, was divided into three areas with two "O Poles" in the lobby in front of each area. Since this was an inner lobby, the poles were not visible from outside the building. All six were currently empty.
"The Slime Pit" was part of area FF. "The Roman Baths" was a similar facility in the MM area. HA, the heterosexual area, was actually on the second floor overlooking both The Slime Pit and The Roman Baths. It had a huge hot tub recessed in the floor toward the back of the building as well as many other champagne glass shaped plexiglass hot tubs scattered throughout the area. There were also several smaller hot tubs and slime pits located on- or actually in- small balconies that encircled both The Slime Pit and The Roman Baths.
Those tubs had a glass side facing inward so that people in the tubs could see everything that was going on in the areas beneath them- and, of course, everyone beneath them could see exactly what was happening in the tubs.
Men were not allowed in the FF area and women were not allowed in the MM area, but Female-female or Male-male couples were permitted in the HA area. To insure that someone didn't accidentally end up in the wrong area, there were thick, glass, swinging doors across the entrance to each area. Etched into the glass were the designations FF, MM, and HA. On the FF doors it said, "No Males Allowed." On the MM doors it said, "No Females Allowed." And on the HA doors it said "Everyone Welcome."
"Forty years ago, this wouldn't have been possible," said Tawana as she pushed open the FF door to enter that area of the club.
"You mean a black girl and a red-headed Irish girl couldn't go into a club together except in a joke?" asked Julie with a laugh.
"That too," replied Tawana as she joined her laughter, "but I meant this whole club. When my parents were in college, they shut down a club here in town because a stripper's tassel came off when she got it whirling too fast. Now- as long as the owners pay the proper taxes- anything goes."
"The world has indeed changed," said Kelly. "There are now four states, including this one, who legally allow voluntary sexual slavery... again, as long as you have purchased the proper license and pay the yearly taxes for it."
