Jennifer couldn't believe her eyes. When Maya had suggested they head out for a "girls night out" she had no idea what she would be getting into. Drinking certainly, but never something like this.
She had only been with three men in her entire 27 years. She had only seen those three penises and her little brother's pre-pubescent genitals when he streaked through the house one day thinking there was no one home. Here she was, surrounded by cocks of every imaginable size and shape -- thick, long, short, black, white, curved, and straight as an arrow. The only unifying theme seemed to be that they were all circumcised.
And they were all accompanied by shaven ballsacs as well. In fact, she now noticed that all of the men had totally shaven bodies. No one was all that beefy or muscular, but they were certainly all fit and trim, no guts on display. In fact a couple of them actually sported real honest-to-goodness six packs.
They were all dressed identically. Maybe undressed would be more appropriate, as they all wore sheer black stockings held up by black satin garterbelts with black high heeled fuck-me pumps. Red and black paisley ties in impeccable Windsor knots dangled from their necks pointing none too subtly at the jewels and manmeat so brazenly on display.
Walking around the club in their four inch heels, the men's packages jiggled luridly.
Seated at the small round table with Maya and three other friends she stared slackjawed as their waiter delivered a tray with the bottle they had ordered, five glasses, mixers, lime and lemon wedges, and ice. He had already introduced himself as David on his first foray to the table of leggy young women and proceeded to prepare each woman a drink to their specifications then set it in front of them. As he placed a napkin on the table in front of her and then the glass of Ciroc and tonic on it, his genitals were mere inches from her face. She wanted to reach out and fondle him, stimulate him from the semi-erect state he was in to full erection but settled on a visual examination of his thick mushroom headed member encircled by swollen veins and his smoothly shaven testicles.
Too quickly the up-close visuals were over and he left the five women looking at each other woozily, each knowing exactly what was going on in the others' minds, how each of them wanted nothing more than to have their lips wrapped around that fuckpole. Maya was first to speak.
"Kinda gives new meaning to the term "cocktail" doesn't it?"
They all tittered and shifted in their seats, trying with varying levels of success to keep from displaying their panties as their short skirts rode high up their thighs. Jennifer was worried that someone would see just how wet she was, how aroused she had become in the mere fifteen minutes since they had crossed the threshold under the sign that read
"Club Constantine -- ladies club members only".
A pitch black vestibule had led to a dimly lit corridor that finally terminated in the club itself which consisted of thirty or so tables arranged on two levels and a long padded bar. The bartender was the only staff member without a member prominently on display. He was conventionally clad in a white dress short and black slacks.
The music was just the right sound level that concealed conversations from one table to the next, but not so loud as to be objectionable. The girls enjoyed their drinks and the conversation flowed more freely once everyone's glasses were half empty. They of course began choosing favorites among the staff. To Jennifer's surprise Maya chose a tall black stud. The other three were all mesmerized by a gorgeous blonde with what must have been nine or ten inches of tubesteak dangling between his legs. Jenn was still smitten by their waiter's package that she had observed up so close. It was as if there was already a bond of intimacy because of that.
As the glasses approached empty David reappeared to freshen them. Jennifer stared at his crotch as he worked his way around the table, ending with her now empty tumbler. As he leaned over to reach for it his cock again dangled tantalizingly just inches from her face. She felt nylon against her shoulder as his stockings grazed her there.
And then he was gone again, leaving her feeling all the more desperate. As she glanced across the table she could tell that they all knew what was running through her mind, how she wanted so much to suck him dry, milk every ounce of semen from his swollen gonads.
Suddenly a curtain was drawn back revealing a small stage. Standing in the middle and illuminated by a spotlight was a naked man, or rather a man whose genitals were illuminated by a spotlight. He stood with his hands on his hips and slowly his penis grew erect, first sticking straight out in front of him and then boldly upright. A pair of hands appeared from out of the darkness behind him and grasped his shaft then began stroking it. They were a woman's hands, long fingernails painted black with little crystal jewels set into them that sparkled as the hands stroked away while the object of her ministrations stood with his hands still firmly resting on his hips.
After a few minutes his body began to twitch ever so slightly and then suddenly it happened - he came, spurting white goo in an arc onto the floor in front of him. He bucked wildly then settled down to a twitchiness and eventually the hands stopped, then disappeared. The curtain was closed again and they all resumed their conversations.
But Jenn had reached her drink limit without a pee break. She stood and left the table scanning the perimeter of the room looking for where the restroom might be. Halfway across the crowded room and halfway up the steps to the second level one of the waiters asked what she was looking for and pointed her in the right direction. He was standing a step lower than she and as they spoke he pressed tightly against her to hear. As he did his penis made direct contact with her thigh.
Jenn was startled but also thrilled by the genital contact. After steering her in the right direction he gave her bare shoulder a little kiss then disappeared. She stood stunned by the sheer eroticism of the brief contact before heading off to relieve her bladder.
She passed through a lounge area on the way to the loo. A continuous deep sofa wrapped three walls of the alcove like space and instead of cocktail tables, a row of ten contraptions stood in the middle. Roughly the size of a saddle, three of them were occupied by women sitting astride them, dresses up to their waists. Two were grinding their pelvises lazily against the form while the third was in the throes of something very satisfying, rolling her head, twisting her hips, and groaning loud enough to be heard over the background beat.
Sybians! She had heard about them but here were ten of the mechanical love devices. As she watched, the tumble haired brunette who was groaning so loudly peaked, shuddering to a climax before slumping forward for a few moments, then dismounting. As she climbed off the device, a vertical shaft appeared from between her legs, a flesh colored reproduction of a cock that she had been pleasuring herself on.
From out of nowhere a short slender young man with a shaved head appeared. He was totally naked and barefoot. Unlike the waiters, his penis was tiny, the size of a wine cork and he had no ballsac. A castrato -- Jennifer's grandmother had told her about them and their position in the church but she always thought it was more of an old wives' tale. But here was one in the flesh and it was fascinating in a perverse sort of way.
He walked to the brunette and handed her a damp washcloth as well as a small fluffy white towel. She mopped herself off as he unscrewed the phallic form from the Sybian then sprayed the contraption with a bottle of disinfectant, then soapy water, and finally dried it with another towel. The dildo was whisked away as he once again disappeared.
At this point Jennifer's bladder was in serious need of relief. She saw a doorway and headed for it. Unmarked, it did turn out to be the restroom. There was no door, just a pair of walls that screened the room from the short corridor leading from the Sybian alcove. More brightly but still softly lit, the sound of a trickling wall of water and an exotic floral aroma permeated the atmosphere.
There was the requisite row of toilet stalls along one long wall, but here attention was immediately fixed on the other end of the space. Several shallow troughs in the floor extended from the wall out for a couple feet. Roughly a foot wide, they also ran up the wall to about waist level. Lined in tiny ceramic tiles, water flowed down the vertical slot and lay a few inches deep in the trough, where it flowed in a steady motion.
Standing astride one of the troughs was a long legged short haired blonde. Her dress was at her waist exposing a beautiful tight ass with Brazilian tan lines. One hand held a pair of skimpy magenta panties and she was facing the wall. She was peeing standing there like that, nonchalantly letting loose a stream of piss into the trough between her legs.
