Monday, January 18, 2016
August 22, later (part 2)
We arrived on the promenade to see a huge crowd clustered at the door to the dance club. I swear, it was like the red carpet at an awards ceremony! Kalquorians lined up to wave and cheer the women going in. Jeez, what a commotion. I knew they’d gotten a kick out of seeing us dance at the club on the Xniktix station, but this was unexpected. After each woman and her escort (or escorts) entered the wide opened double doors, the Kalquorians craned their necks to see inside.
“Big turnout,” Betra laughed as I gasped. “You should have set up a vid feed from the inside so everyone could watch.”
“This is crazy,” I said. “All this fuss over us dancing!”
Oses snickered. “It can be exciting to watch. Especially when you women wear certain things.” He ogled my dress, which covered everything it needed to while being formfitting.
Thinking about all those eyes on me, I looked down at myself to see if my gut was sticking out. That stubborn bit of pooch was disappearing, but not fast enough to suit my vanity. There was a little curve, but I supposed I wouldn’t die of embarrassment over it. Besides, I had a very good reason for having it. I refused to begrudge my Anrel even one stretch mark or bulge.
The shouts of approval as we walked through the throng to the dance club shored up any issues of shaky esteem that might have lingered. I heard my name yelled along with compliments on my appearance and dress. Aw shucks, guys. You know how to make a girl feel good.
We got into the club. I’d seen it in all its stages of being built and decorated. Yet it still dazzled me as if I’d just entered a never-before seen place.
The bar was long and curved like a ‘c’ near one wall. Candy’s Nobek playmates had done a lot of the design and building of the piece. On one end, it held the tall cylinders that dispensed alcohol, keeping track of the crew’s intake since they were allotted only so much during a day. With the dangers of space, no one was allowed to be impaired. There was kloq, dlas, and the more potent bohut, along with a couple of Adraf ales. A bartender was also present with bottles of other beverages ready to be poured.
Right now, the countertop was covered in tall, thin flutes filled with an aquamarine blue liquid. As a present to our little endeavor, Captain Wotref had secured a couple of cases of shel, a Plasian wine-like drink. It would have been nice to have the topnotch leshella, but that’s insanely expensive stuff. I was more than grateful to Wotref for springing for the shel. He’s so nice.
The walls and ceiling were a mix of metallic and mirrored tiles. It gave the room a warm, glowy feel with the lighting reflected. Panels of floor-to-ceiling mirrors interspersed at regular intervals along the walls, making the club look bigger. All along the edges of the room were circular black tables. Some were low, with white and dark purple seating cushions scattered around them. Other were taller with white and purple upholstered stools. The stark black and white along with the bursts of purple color were a surprise against the metallic walls, but it looked great.
Most of the floor was open space because ... dance club. The flooring was firm with a little give and textured to keep it from being slippery. It was a dull bronze finish with tiny scattered bits of purple, white, and black to tie in with the rest of the decor.
We’d outdone ourselves. The place looked better than we could have dreamed.
Even better than the club were the people filling it. After grabbing my flute of shel, I joined the small group at the front of the room, the people who had put in hours of work to make the club happen. Because of pregnancy and recovering from too many adventures, I’d been more cheerleader than helper. Yet I’d done what I could, and the gang insisted I be a part of the opening ceremony.
I grinned at the women and their dates as they greeted me. I hugged and kissed my shipmates and friends. I thanked the men who made flattering remarks. I got to Candy, Mihi, and Ama for more hugs and such.
“You two deserve the biggest vote of gratitude,” I told Candy’s Nobek paramours. “You did so much of the heavy work and building. How can we possibly thank you?”
Ama and Mihi gave a blushing Candy significant looks. “Don’t worry, Matara Shalia. We are being compensated quite well with the promise of more,” Mihi grinned.
I burst out in laughter. I would probably have laughed a lot longer, except Katrina walked into the club. With Clan Wotref.
Candy gasped and grabbed my hand. “Shalia, look! They’re back together!”
We squealed and jumped up and down like a couple of schoolgirls. Katrina saw us carrying on, of course. She shook her head and laughed at us from across the room. Imdiko Ret grinned and gave us a thumbs up. Captain Wotref winked. Siko stomped along in their wake like the grim, scary Nobek he is. I thought I detected the hint of a smile fighting to escape his typically grouchy face.
I was dying to know for sure that all was well with Katrina and her sweethearts. As the person who had gotten the ball rolling for our club, she was more interested in starting the party. She grabbed her shel and joined us. She raised her glass to everyone. “Welcome to the Plush Bush Club, the newest hotspot of the good ship Pussy ‘Porter! Let’s thank Captain Wotref for the first round.”
I mouthed Plush Bush Club? at Candy. She shook her head and laughed. We’d never discussed naming the club. It’s always just been ‘the dance club’.
Katrina. That woman always has something outrageous to say.
She made short work thanking everyone involved, but her words were filled with sincerity. We cheered for everyone mentioned. Then Katrina called, “Listen, we’ve got only a few weeks to enjoy this thing. Enough talking. Let’s turn on the music and party already!”
That got the biggest, loudest cheer of them all. The hectic yet sensual beat began to throb from the sound system and the club went into full swing.
We women danced like we’d never get the chance again. Since Kalquorian men don’t dance, we were left to sway and grind and boogie with each other. Sometimes I danced with a knot of my friends. Sometimes I danced with just Candy, since we tended to have the best time together. Sometimes I danced my way over to the bar to refill my glass. Once the shel ran out, I chose to have dlas, the mildest of the Kalquorian drinks. I wasn’t interested in getting smashed. I was all about the joy of dancing. It felt good to move to the music, to celebrate life.
Most of us danced for our dates, who sat at the tables or stood around the dance floor. No man looked bored, even when they weren’t having drinks while hanging out and talking to each other. The guys think dancing is taboo to their masculinity, but they love to watch us women do it. That’s ‘love’ with a capital LUST. I’m going to suggest to Katrina she redub the club ‘The Swollen Crotch’.
I made it a point to gyrate my ass over to Betra and Oses frequently. The looks were quite appreciative I’m glad to say. If I looked ridiculous, it wasn’t to those two. Each time I went over to give them a show, I got closer. I ended up grinding my butt against Betra’s crotch in a most suggestive manner while rubbing my hands over Oses’ chest.
“Someone’s asking for it,” Betra said to the Nobek, yelling to be heard over the thundering pulse of music.
“So I see.” Oses glanced at the door at the back of the club that led to a storeroom. “I say we take her back there and give it to her. I hate for my woman to be reduced to begging.”
I giggled in reply. I’d not gone overboard on the drinking, but I felt few inhibitions. When Oses tugged me towards the door, I danced my way along in his wake. Betra followed close behind.
It turned out we weren’t the only ones seeking a little privacy. The light in the storeroom was turned way down so that all I saw were refill containers for the liquor dispensers and shadowy figures up against walls. Moans and glad cries joined with the bass throbbing a low beat from the main room.
‘The Swollen Crotch’ has a relief room apparently. Good to know.
I’d been uncomfortable that I might be recognized in the pleasure club a few nights ago, but in the dance club’s back room I had no inhibitions. Maybe because it was dark. Maybe because I had been drinking. Maybe because I was so high on having fun. Of course having Oses and Betra as my playmates didn’t hurt either.
Oses led us to a section of wall with a few feet of space between others working off their frustrations. The Nobek’s teeth gleamed a little in the low light as he grinned at Betra. “You can brace yourself up against the wall. Since she’s been offering you her ass, I’ll let you have it.”
“You won’t hear me complain,” Betra laughed. He leaned up against the wall. I couldn’t see much, just enough to know his hand was at the crotch of his pants. Despite the deep thud of distant music and the noises others made in the room, I heard the telltale purr of a seam opening.
Oses pushed me back against the Imdiko, who caught me up by the backs of my thighs and lifted. Oses whipped my skirt up so that it was caught between our bodies. The hot wet lengths of Betra lay against my ass.
Eager arousal took hold of me. My pussy wept moisture, my senses galvanized by the idea that I was doing something clandestine. I was being taken in a place where anyone could see me. The idea of discovery excited me, much as being shown off to others in the pleasure club had.
The way Betra and Oses went about it tripped all sorts of switches too. I’d been the victim of unwanted sex back on Earth. Nothing about being truly coerced or forced enticed me. Yet the fantasy of being ravished by two men who had pulled me out of the club, of being taken without being asked if it was what I wanted, did something to my head. No doubt I could enjoy it because I trusted Oses and Betra with everything.
With Betra behind me and Oses’ face in shadow, I could pretend these were strangers making me helpless to their lust. My breath caught as I felt rough fingers yank my panties aside. They slid along my slit, examining the soaked flesh held open for ruthless examination. They demanded entrance, first pumping hard into my trembling pussy and then spreading juices back to the rear entrance.
I guess during his exploration Oses brushed up against Betra’s cocks. The Imdiko made a startled noise and shifted to one side.
Oses muttered, “Sorry. I didn’t realize you were right there.”
I felt Betra’s chest move as he pulled in a deep breath. “It’s okay.”
And it was. Oses continued to ready me for rear penetration. If he accidentally touched Betra again ... and I didn’t see how he couldn’t have ... it was not remarked on. It was a measure of how much trust they’d developed between each other that didn’t stop us from continuing on. I felt a rush of happiness for the pair.
A rush of a different kind came when Oses stopped fingering me and stepped in close enough that his prick brushed my female entrance. His hands went to the backs of my knees to lend his support.
“I’ve got her. You can claim that sweet, tight hole now,” he grunted to Betra.
“Oh hell yeah.” The Imdiko’s voice was almost as growly as Oses’. He positioned himself for the first thrust.
He speared me, taking what he wanted all at once. It was forceful and demanding. Once again I thought of sudden, secret liaisons in dark places with faceless men. I cried out, my body responding with a burst of poignant enthrallment.
The big man in front of me, the one whose massive body eclipsed mine, crushed against me. His mouth bit down on mine, his tongue shoving inside. I succumbed to the brutal kiss, knowing there was no denying him. He would take what he wanted, all he wanted.
As the hidden lover behind me drew out of my ass, the one in front shoved inside my pussy. The force of his entrance drove the breath from my lungs. They set up a rhythm, one withdrawing as the other pushed in. The dual friction burned a fiery trail within me, lighting me up like a candle in the dark.
Rough hands shoved the top of my dress down, baring my breasts. The jiggling mounds were treated to squeezes, twists, and pinches that excited more than they hurt. I clawed at cloth-covered shoulders and pounded against a granite wall of chest as brute lust tore at my insides.
I knew Oses and Betra were mindful of what they were doing. I know they were careful to do no damage. Yet they managed to make our back room encounter feel wonderfully violent and harsh. Whether they sensed I wanted the illusion of force or simply had the shared need for a quick and dirty fuck, they gave me the raw, passionate fantasy I could never enjoy in truth.
It took only a minute for ravenous orgasm to rip through me. I wailed as the two men heaved and rutted like animals, shoving their cocks up into me until they too found release. Ecstasy poured into me and overflowed to drip down the insides of my legs and onto the floor.
It was crude. Debauched. And so very, very good.
After a few moan-filled minutes, we sagged against each other. Depleted, we stood there listening to our breathing slow and the cries of other lovers fulfilling their lusts. As our heart rates calmed, the men disengaged from me with satisfied grunts. Betra found stacks of paper napkins on nearby shelving and grabbed a handful so we could clean ourselves up. There was a lot of snickering as we put ourselves to rights, like naughty kids who’d gotten away with smoking in the school restroom. We were pretty pleased with ourselves.
At last we were ready to go back out among the lights and decent-acting people.