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Chapter 12
A Night at the Club
"What are you going to wear to the . . . err, party tonight, Argie?"
"I'm glad you asked. I spent most of the day shopping, and I think I'll wow them with what I wound up with."
"You do know that you'll be naked for the most part, don't you?"
"Of course I do, darling. But first impressions count for a lot. And I want to impress the women there. Are they all couples? I mean husbands and wives?"
"For the most part, yes, I believe they left room for . . . um, stag members. At least Doctor Coughlin inferred as much."
"Men, I suppose," Argie said from the bedroom.
"Probably, but why exclude additional women?"
"Right," she called out, "It is a men's club, after all."
"Get ready, I'm coming out," Argie called from the interior of their bedroom.
John felt himself stir, and cautioned himself to go easy, for he would be having a long and perhaps difficult night ahead of him.
Argie strode into the living room and John had to look twice to make sure it was her. She wore black. Five inch pumps covered her feet, which were encased in sheer black stockings that ended before her short skirt began. Argie's 24 inch waist was surrounded by a two inch wide black belt. Her belly button and part of her flat tummy were visible below the black lace bustier she wore. The top of the bustier struggled to hold Argie's chest in place. Her breasts were pushed together, forming a cleavage that would attract both men and women like bees to honey. Over the bustier she wore a small unbuttoned jacket that matched the skirt. To complete the outfit she wore black gloves that reached her elbows, and carried a small black handbag.
"Sensational," he said, and meant it.
His erection was all the comment Argie really needed, for she was aglow with desire, and couldn't wait for the evening to begin.
"What's in the purse?" he asked.
"Lipstick and condoms," she replied haughtily, and then giggled.
"Oh, John, I'm so excited. I keep thinking about having three or more men in me at once," she shivered with the anticipation of it, and they both laughed.
"Oh, let me show you why I bought this outfit over another," Argie said, and held the jacket open, revealing her bust in all its glory. Her large brown nipples were visible through the sheer lace bustier, and the sides of her breasts could be seen when she twisted her torso to one side.
He also noted that she wore a bit more make-up than usual, especially eye shadow and blush.
"If we weren't pressed for time, I'd take you on the dining room table.
"Maybe later this evening, if we're not totally exhausted," she said with a nervous laugh.
"There's always tomorrow," he said, caressing her left breast.
"No touchee-feelie," Argie said, for she was already highly aroused and knew they were only seconds from hopping on the dining room table.
He backed away from her, sensing her lust matched his own. Two minutes later they were in their car and headed to the club.
*****
Argie and John arrived at the appointed time, and were greeted at the door by Doctor Coughlin himself, wearing a black tuxedo.
"I hope we're not late," John said, just to say something and hide his nervousness.
"Not at all," Coughlin told him, "Come in, come in. You two are the guests of honor. We wanted to have everyone here when you arrived in order to greet you both properly."
As they stepped into the sumptuous living room, John's eyes went wide in surprise. There must have been twenty men standing in a semi-circle. All were nude. All had erections, and all the erections were on sizable cocks. John glanced at Argie, and saw that she had been taken aback as well, but a smile began to form on her face as she realized that all the men standing there wanted to ravish her, and perhaps all of them would, if not that night, then another night in the near future.
"I should tell you this," Coughlin went on to say. "The concept within the Club is simple, everyone in the club is clean of STD's, and everyone in the club restricts sexual activity to club members only. Yes, to answer your question in advance, you can and should meet privately whenever your work schedule permits. This way there is much less chance of contracting a disease."
He raised his voice, as if admonishing the other club members as well. "This works only if everyone abides by the rules. No sex outside the club, or you put everybody at risk. But absolutely no sex with prostitutes, ever! You will also have at least quarterly check ups to monitor for STD's. John and Argie, for the present you will undergo checkups on a monthly basis for a time. I will advise you when you can start quarterly checkups. Do you understand?"
The couple nodded and in low voices affirmed that they did.
John took a moment to assess the men as competitors. Two of them had to be in their fifties, or beyond. They were at least twenty-five pounds overweight, with the flab showing for the most part in their bellies. He had to concede, however, that they sported two of the larger cocks in the room, perhaps nine or ten inches, and he knew that they were among the most influential and powerful men in the club from their body language.
"Marcia," Doctor Coughlin called out, and a striking brunette sauntered into the room. Unlike the men, she was dressed in a silver gown that clung to her every curve.
"Would you please fetch the kneeling pillow, and tell the ladies they may come in with you."
Marcia nodded and left the room, only to return a moment later carrying a large fluffy pillow, which she set ceremoniously in the center of the room. The other women followed Marcia into the room. John silently counted them. There were twenty-six, very attractively attired women, of all races and body shapes. Although none could be considered obese, there were several chubby women; still, John found them all highly desirable.
"Argie," Doctor Coughlin said in a somber tone, "As you and John are our guests, we want you to begin the evening festivities. Please kneel on the pillow."
Argie immediately approached the pillow, adjusted her skirt by raising it up to almost hip level. Her crotchless panties could be seen by some, but not all of the men and women in the room. Argie, free of the skirt's constraints, knelt down.
Coughlin continued speaking. "The men will tender themselves to you one at a time. You are to suck them in turn. You will have thirty seconds with each before someone calls 'Time,' and they move on and the next one offers himself to you. Do you understand?"
"I think so. Do I have to make them all come?"
Coughlin laughed approvingly, and pointed at Argie. "Ladies and gentlemen, you can see why I selected Argie to join our club. To answer your question, Argie, no, you do not have to make them all come. You must make one of them come, and that person will be your partner for the remainder of the evening. You will go with him and do whatever he commands you to do.
"Is that understood?"
"Yes, of course," Argie replied.
"John," Coughlin said, "After Argie finishes her initiation, you will start your own. It will be similar to Argie's except that you will perform cunnilingus on the women you see here, again, until one of them comes from your mouth and tongue. Then you will belong to her for the remainder of the evening. Understood?"
John's throat had gone dry. He started to speak and found he couldn't.
"A nod will suffice, John. I recall my own initiation. Words failed me at the time. However, as you can plainly see, I'm here, and talking, perhaps too much. And so, without further adieu, I'll turn the evening over to Argie.
"
Mrs. Argie Franck . . . they're all yours. Suck away."
Argie guessed that the first man to step in front of her was of Scandinavian ancestry, for he had natural blonde hair and a pair of the bluest eyes she had ever seen. All of this was taken in in under a second, for his penis loomed in front of her face, and immediately diverted her attention from everything else.
"Casting her eyes upward as she took hold of him, Argie gave him a coquettish smile, and coyly whispered, "Mmmmmm, I think I'll eat you all up!"
Her tongue flicked out and laved over his uncut cockhead. He gave a little snort of pleasure as Argie's hot breath puffed out against his throbbing cock. Then she commenced sucking in earnest, pumping him with her right hand as she sucked happily away.
"Time," a voice called out and the blonde reluctantly took several steps to the side, as the next man took his place.
The second man was one of the older gentlemen, and possessed of a nine-inch prick that bobbed in front of her face until she reached out and grabbed it, bringing it under control.
"Oh, my," she said, and wiggled lustily on the pillow, as she guided his luscious looking, long dong to her lips. "I'm going to suck and lick you so good that you'll cum later on just thinking about me."
A second later she was deep-throating him, while fondling his gonads with one hand as the other fed him into her throat.
"Yeah!" the fiftyish man groaned. "Suck it, baby!"
He jammed his hot prick against her moist lips, and groaned loudly, "Yeah, come on . . . suck it!"
