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after another hits the floor. Chiseled bodies, toned bodies, some more masculine than others, dark, light, and every skin tone in between with locks and long braids and cornrows and waves, all work the floor. Some are barefoot donned in boxer briefs and wife beaters; some in baggy sweats and wife beaters with crisp white sneakers; others wearing camouflage pants and combat boots. Some have on colorful do-rags, others have on fitted hats, the brim snapped down over their eyes.
    My God! Where has this place been all my life?
    I lick my lips, feeling like a little kid let loose in a candy shop. So many choices, so many pleasures to indulge.
    “Now ladies,” the voice continues, “the rules are simple up here at the Cock Tail Lounge: Play nice. Fuck hard. Indulge all of your freaky fantasies. Share if you will. And be sure to come over and over. Now who’s ready to be transported to ecstasy beyond your imaginations?”
    The room erupts with hand clapping and foot stomping. And hands waving in the air as women scream out, “Yes, yes, yes! I am!”
    “Then let’s get to fucking! You can place your orders for the pleasure of your choice over at the bar with either Chaz or Len. And if you’re feeling a little greedy, there’s always room for two or more. The stud meat is plentiful here at The Stud Palace.”
    “So have you decided who you’ll have tonight?” Miss Anonymous asks as the sounds of soft, musical moans float out of the speakers.
    I shift in my seat, cross my legs and pinch off the trembling in my clit as I focus my attention back to Miss Anonymous.
    “Huh? What did you say?”
    She repeats the question. I tell her I’m considering The Pussy Pleaser. She gives me a mischievous grin, then flags over the barmaid. She tells her my selection, then brings her attention back to me. I almost choke on my drink.
    “You aiight? Don’t get scared now, ma-ma. You about to get that back blown out. The Pussy Pleaser is in hot demand. And is guaranteed to leave your pussy well-satisfied.”
    That’s exactly what I am hoping. To be fucked well.
    I meet her amused gaze. “Why’d you do that? I said I was considering it. I didn’t say I was ready to actually go through with it. Coming here alone tonight, then coming up to this part of the club is a big step for me. Getting fucked anonymously again is a big stretch for me. I’m here to watch.” I say this fully aware that voyeurism is not allowed up here in this part of the Palace. Getting fucked is exactly what I’m here for.
    She laughs, giving me a “yeah right” look. “Then you’re in the wrong part of the club, ma-ma. You can watch others on the first three levels if you don’t want to partake. But up here in the CockTail Lounge, baby, it’s all about the cock. You get fucked.”
    I quickly glance at the barmaid as she sets a fresh drink on a napkin for me. “This is all still very new to me.” I take a long sip of my drink.
    Miss Anonymous holds my gaze. “Baby, live in the moment. Obviously you’re right where you want to be.” She inches in closer, her hand trailing the inner part of my thigh. Tingling heat shoots through me as her fingertips lightly brush along the edge of my silk thong. “So you might as well give in to what your body aches for. I bet your pussy’s already wet for what’s to come.”
    I squirm in my seat, tossing back the rest of my drink, then setting it up on the bar. “No comment,” I push out in a throaty whisper, fighting back a moan.
    “No comment needed.” Her two fingers slip beneath the fabric. Circle my clit, then plunge into my pussy, curling upward into my throbbing heat. I gasp. “This wet pussy says it all.”
    Instantly her mouth is on mine, nipping at my bottom lip until I give in to her kiss. Her tongue slides into my mouth as I reach between her legs and grab at her dick. Her kiss deepens, my tongue tangling with hers, her fingers rapidly thrusting in and out of me in sync to my hand stroking her cock.
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