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{ASS} GIRLS NIGHT OUT {Hungry Guy} (F/M ws scat cons rim Fdom nosex Fpov)
BY: hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are
real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than
words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people,
places, or events is purely coincidental.
This story is a sequel to OH SHIT! OH SHIT is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE 2.
TOILET SLAVE 2 is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE.
Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether free or fee-
based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my stories, provided that
credit is given to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or
hungryguy@literotica.org) as the author. You may not make changes other than
fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang
and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks.
###
Julie and two of her friends, Donna and Cindy, had come up from North
Carolina to New York for a weekend of partying. They took Amtrak since the
recent series of unexplained plane crashes made them fearful to fly.
Their hotel was on 34th street, across the street from Penn Station. After
getting checked into their room, they quickly showered, changed, and went
downstairs.
The next thing they did was to ask the concierge for advice as to where the
best nightlife could be found. He pulled out a map and circled various hot
spots, the casinos, the singles clubs, discos, and risqué bars.
They headed to the hotel's restaurant for dinner and to plan their evening.
After ordering, Donna, who suggested the trip and who seemed to want to sow her
wild oats after going through a messy divorce, pulled out that map that the
concierge gave her. "Ladies! Let's check out one of these _alternative_
clubs?"
"What's alternative about them?" asked Cindy.
Donna flipped through the booklet. "It says in here that a lot of these
bars have really kinky special features to them."
"What does that mean?" asked Julie.
"Well," started Donna, "I'm not really sure, but it mentions one place,
called the _F/m Club._ Says here that women dress up like a dominatrix and
their guys go as slaves."
"I don't think we're dressed for the part," injected Julie.
Donna continued, "There's a place called _Edge Play._ We're real close,
it's just over by 6th Avenue and 14th Street -- just a block away. Then
there's the _She-She Club._"
"That sounds like a lezzie place," said Cindy.
"Then there's all kinds of raves," Donna continued. "But they're mostly
all up in Harlem or out on the Island. Nothing near here..."
Julie interrupted, "What's it say about _Edge Play?"_
Donna flipped through the guide again. "Says that they have private
dungeons for rent and -- what the hell?"
"What?" Julie asked.
"They've got live toilet slaves in the restrooms," Said Donna.
"What are toilet slaves?" Julie and Cindy asked together.
"I think I know," said Donna. "But I think I should let that be a surprise
for you, ladies!"
"Do we have to dress, like, in all leather?" asked Julie.
"It says, 'Street clothes preferred for admittance,' so we should be fine,"
answered Donna.
"Then it's fine with me," said Cindy.
"Then _Edge Play_ is where we're going?" asked Julie.
"Why not? It's close! It's kinky! It's what we came for!"
They finished their meal and left the hotel.
They went back to the train station and took the subway down to 14th
street. From there, they walked across town to 6th Avenue and turned south.
They stood before a pair of glass doors in a stainless steel frame on an,
otherwise, featureless gray stucco building, the entrance to _Edge Play._
As they were waiting, other people came up to the club. Two young men
walked past them and entered the club. Then a couple walked up to the door --
an interracial couple. Julie couldn't help but notice how they clung on to
each other for dear life. And the clash between them was striking. The woman
was black as coal, with black hair all in braids and with eyes like white
beacons against her pitch-black face. The guy was white with flaming red hair
and brilliant blue eyes. The black woman looked back at Julie and say, "Hi,
I'm Keisha!"
"Hi. I'm Julie, and this is Donna and Cindy." Donna and Cindy nodded, and
Julie Continued, "We're from out of town and thinking of going in here. You've
been in there before?"
"Un-uh. We ain't never been in here befo'. Mah squeeze here, Eric," she
gave him a kiss, "and I are jus' lookin' fo' some fun."
Eric just said, "Hi."
Julie could hardly understand her Bronx accent, "We think we're going to
check it out. Maybe we'll see you inside."
"Sho'! See ya' inside."
Donna pulled one of the glass doors open, and held it for Keisha and Eric.
Julie and Cindy followed, and the three of them entered and walked past the
coat-check counter.
Cindy whispered to Julie and Donna, "Did you notice something weird about
that guy?"
"Yeah," Donna answered, "he reeked of B-O!"
"Actually," added Julie, "his breath smelled more like raw sewage!"
"And did you notice his skin was, like, yellow?" added Donna.
"Yeah, there's definitely something wrong with him!" said Julie.
They walking down a short hallway, past a BDSM bookstore on the left and a
novelty store on the right, around a corner and down a short hallway. The
interracial couple had just entered an elevator as its doors were closing, but
the two men were standing there arguing with the bouncer. As they walked up,
they heard the bouncer say, "I'm sorry guys, but the minimum age is twenty
five."
One of the guys was being belligerent, "What kind of bullshit is that?
Legal age is twenty one! The law says you got to let us in!"
"No," the bouncer replied. "The law says that we can't let anyone under
twenty one in, but we can set the minimum age higher if we want."
That one guy answered with, "Bullshit!" and swung at the bouncer. A split-
second later, two more bouncers came out of a hidden door on the side of the
corridor and grabbed the man by his arms. They dragged him to the door and
threw him into the sidewalk where he banged his head on the glass bubble canopy
of a pink Rolls Royce parked in front of the club, waking the snoozing
chauffeur. The other guy walked out of his own accord and helped his friend to
his feet.
"Sorry about that, ladies. The world is full of idiots," said the bouncer
to the women.
"S'okay," answered Donna. "So what's the cover," she asked.
"No cover," he replied.
"Really?" asked Donna. "That's strange! Great! But strange!"
"Some of the services downstairs are," he paused and grinned, "personal."
Getting serious again, he continued, "It'd be like we were charging for
prostitution if we charged a cover. If it's free to get in, it's perfectly
legal. They make up for it with the price of drinks anyway. Now, let me see
you're ID if you want to go down."
They showed the bouncer their ID, then they took the other elevator down
one level. A short hallway led into the club. According to the sign by the
main doors, the club had only been opened for about an hour, but it was
relatively crowded. As they walked through the short corridor to the main
room, they passed a political poster that said:
###
_Defend our lifestyle against the Puritans, moralists,_
_censors, and control freaks -- vote Libertarian!_
###
Julie remarked, "Aren't they some kind of Communists?"
Donna answered, "Nah, I think they're Fascists?"
An adjacent poster said:
###
_Legalize *ALL* voluntary activities between_
_consenting adults -- vote Libertarian!_
###
Cindy then said, "I think you're both wrong. They must be Nazis!"
They took a couple more steps. Next to the political posters was a display
case listing scheduled events.
###
_Cass Carnaby Five live tonight_
_Big Boob Parade in Blue Dungeon at 8:00_
_Hot Male Revue in Red Dungeon at 8:00_
_Master of Illusion in Green Dungeon at 10:00_
_Comedy King in Blue Dungeon at 12:00_
###
"Male revue! Whoo-eee!" Donna shouted. "Let's go girls!"
"I'm with you Donna!" answered Julie.
"Let's go!" added Cindy.
They exited the corridor into the main floor. The main floor was a large
room with a high ceiling. A balcony ran all the way around the room. Several
spiral staircases led from the floor to the balcony. The walls on both levels
were lined with booths. One side of the room had a number of tables and
chairs. The bar lined one wall under the balcony. Archways along the other
wall led into other rooms. At the other end of the room was a band warming up.
Five guys in sky-blue leisure suits. They were warming up with some kind of
Bossa Nova tune.
Colored stripes on the floor led the way to the different venues within the
club. They followed the red stripe through one of the arches into a smaller
room with tables and booths. They followed the red stripe through the maze of
rooms and corridors.
They entered the Red Dungeon just as the show was starting. The waiter, a
gorgeous dark skinned Brazilian hunk, wearing only a G-string showed them to a
table and took their order for drinks. Oh man, he had such piercing black eyes
that could make you just melt -- and not an ounce of fat on that gorgeous body!
He brought their drinks and they were quite ample. Julie began sipping her
margarita. After a few minutes into the show, these guys were dancing around
the stage doing the bump and grind, swinging their hips this way and that.
Every once in a while, one of them would snap his G-string and Julie once
caught a glimpse of his equipment! The act continued like this for about
fifteen minutes and they all ordered another round of drinks.
The show was getting really risqué by the time their second round arrived.
_They'd never allow this in North Carolina,_ Julie thought to herself as she
watched them reach into their G-strings and fondle themselves as they danced.
Julie noticed that Donna seemed to be getting into it licking her lips, though
Julie was a little embarrassed by it. Julie watched the dancers a little more
and then glanced over at Donna again. Donna seemed to be reaching under the
table moving her arms back and forth, Julie wondered, could she really be?
_Well, Donna is Donna,_ she thought.
"My, these drinks are strong," Julie said to Donna and Cindy as she was
halfway her second margarita. Julie was getting excited from the show. She was
captivated by the spectacle. Julie could hardly believe the grand finale -- it
was so raunchy! They all lined up on stage and climaxed in front of the crowd!
It almost looked liked the couple of tables right in front of the stage might
have even gotten sprayed! To Julie's surprise, it seemed to turn her on! She
found herself rubbing herself against the seat of the chair.
"I'm wet!" Donna announced to the others.
"So am I!" added Cindy.
"Yeah, me too!" Julie confessed.
The exited the room and returned to the main floor. They found a table
just as the band started playing their new hit single, _Dangerous Game,_ a
catchy Bossa Nova tune.
Julie felt nature calling and spoke up, "Anyone want to come to the ladies'
room?"
Cindy got up and went with Julie. As they were excusing themselves through
the crowd, Cindy grabbed a waiter by the arm and asked him, "Excuse me!
Where's the ladies' room?"
"You mean the normal ladies' room, or the alternate ladies' room?"
Cindy stammered for a second and glanced at Julie who replied, "The normal
one, I guess."
He pointed over to the hallway that led back to the elevator. "It's just
over yonder, ladies."
"Thank you," replied Cindy.
The entered the restroom and used the facilities. While washing up, they
talked, naturally, about how hot and wet that show got them. Then they
compared notes on the guys they saw in the main room -- which ones were cute,
and which ones were geeks to be avoided at all costs.
They returned to their table and ordered a third round of drinks.
There were several mixed couples on the dance floor, as well as couples of
women, dancing to _Dangerous Game._
"Let's dance!" Donna urged. They all joined the crowd on the dance floor.
The song ended and they returned to their table.
One geeky guy in Khaki Dockers and a green Polo shirt came to their table
and asked Donna to dance. "Get lost, four-eyes," was all she said in reply.
"Do these drinks keep getting stronger each time?" Julie asked her friends.
"I don't know, but I need to visit the ladies' room. Who's with me? "
Julie was feeling the urge again and stood to go with Donna. Donna was
headed in the wrong direction and so Julie caught her arm, "Donna, wrong way.
It's over here by the elevator."
Donna replied, "Let's check out this 'alternate' ladies' room! I'm dying
to find out what's 'alternate' about it!"
"Oh, okay."
They made their way through the maze of rooms to a door labeled "Alternate
Ladies' Room," and entered. At first, there didn't seem anything unusual about
it. There was a counter of sinks along the front wall with a mirror wall above
the counter, just like in the normal restroom. There were a couple of other
women doing their faces at the sinks, and Julie suddenly noticed a sort of
dreamy look on the face of one of the women standing closest to her. However,
the stalls weren't visible from the powder room, there was a passageway off the
powder room with real walls that seemed to be lined with louvered doors --
unlike those metal panels used to make stalls in typical restrooms. Julie and
Donna walked past a couple of closed doors. Donna entered the first open door
and muttered, "Oh my God!" She waited for Donna to come right back out, but
the door closed instead. Julie's urge was becoming stronger than her
apprehension, and she walked down past the door that Donna entered and entered
the next one.
Julie choked back a scream when she entered the stall! She just expected
there to be some sort of sexual contraption that was attached to the toilet.
But instead of a toilet, there was a stainless steel box with a man's face in
the middle of the hole framed by a standard white toilet seat -- a live man!
Julie quickly looked up at the ceiling to avoid meeting his eyes.
If he's there for what I think he's there for, then this is really gross,
and sick, and disgusting, and perverted, thought Julie!
But oh! The three Margaritas that finally found their way to her bladder
were screaming to be let go _right now_ and forced her to press her legs
together to hold it in. The urge passed momentarily, and she turned to leave.
She whispered to a woman who was walking by, "Excuse me, but are there any
normal, uh, facilities in here, do you know?"
The woman replied, "No, dear! Only in the normal ladies room by the
elevator. But try it! You'll like it," and continued on her way.
_Oh! I'll never make it!_ thought Julie.
The urge came again forcing her to double up. When it passed, Julie said
to herself, _maybe it's not so disgusting after all,_ and gingerly closed the
louvered door. She stole a quick backward glance at him again as she slid the
bolt to lock the door.
She reached down to unbuckle her pants and paused. _I'm going to let this
guy see my privates! Well, it's not like guys have never seen me before. But
I don't even know this guy! Then again, though I'm certainly not Donna, I've
had my share of one night stands. And I have to pee so bad, and I'm going to
mess my pants if I don't make up my mind._ She unbuckled her pants and pulled
them down then sucked in her breath for a moment. _This guy is now looking up
at my ass from below through my panties -- well, here goes nothing._ She
pulled her panties down and backed up over his head.
She slowly lowered herself on him, and sat on his face. She could feel
that his mouth was open, and that her pee-pee wasn't quite centered over his
mouth. She lifted some of her weight and slid herself forward.
_I wonder what this must be like for him? Is it his job to drink every
woman who comes into this stall? Or does they change men after each woman? My
bush is pressed against his nose a little, I hope he can breathe! Well, here
goes. Oh! I'm too tense! It won't come out! Okay Julie, relax! I'm going
to have to take the weight off my feet and sit on him fully -- I hope he won't
mind. Should I ask him? Oh, I don't dare talk to him!_
She tried to relax her muscles to let her pee flow.
_Ohhhh, what's he doing with his tongue? That feels so good! Keep doing
that! Oh yeah! But I gotta' pee! I can't hold it any more!_
Her muscles relaxed enough and she started to pee.
_I better pause or I'm going to drown him! Ow! It hurts to stop pissing
in the middle of a piss! I'm sorry fella! I hope you're used to this!_
He pee was flowing heavy now that she had relaxed a little more.
_Those three big margaritas really gave me the pisses._
Having fully relieved herself, Julie stood. She grabbed a handful of
toilet paper from the roll on the wall, wiped herself, and tossed in into the
litter bin on the wall. Then she pulled her panties up and then quickly pulled
up her pants and buckled them again.
_Should I say anything to him? Thank him, or what? No, don't say
anything. Just get out of here!_
She hastily opened the door and rushed out of the stall to wash her hands
at the sink.
_Does he get to wash his face now? Donna seems to be taking her time, I
bet_ she's _enjoying it!_
Julie washed her face, and touched up her makeup. She realized that Donna
hadn't come out of her stall.
_C'mon Donna!_
She made some small talk with a couple of other women who were also waiting
for friends by the sinks.
Donna eventually finished and came out to wash and touch up her face, and
said to Julie, "I never would have believed this if I didn't see it for
myself!"
"How can they do it?" Asked Julie. "And what took you so long? I know!
You're quite the exhibitionist!"
"Well, that. And the fact that I also had to take a crap after I pissed
him."
"No! You didn't!"
"Yeah. I did!" Donna said with a giggle.
"And he..."
"Dumped a full load into 'im, too! Boom, boom, boom! Just like that! I
could feel him struggling to gulp it down as fast as I shit it out!"
"Oh my, Donna! That's disgusting! How could you do that to someone?"
"Hey! I did what I had to do! Now let's get back to the table!"
They returned to their table. Julie heard Donna whisper to Cindy, "You got
to try the alternate ladies room at least once before we go!"
Cindy replied, "Yeah? What's in the alternate one?"
"Just try it!" insisted Donna.
Julie decided it was better to keep quiet.
Donna and Cindy left to go to the ladies' room again a little later. Julie
noticed they went to the alternate. That cute waiter stopped by the table, and
Julie had ordered them all a fourth round. They returned as he was serving the
drinks again.
_Cass Carnaby Five_ was playing _Dangerous Game_ a second time, but in a
slightly different arrangement than the first time. Julie wondered why,
momentarily. Well, it was a catchy tune, so they all got up and danced again.
The night drove on. They danced and had a good time as only three wild
women out for fun in the Big Apple could.
1:30 AM rolled around too quickly. The crowd started to thin. Julie
noticed their waiter leaning against the nearly empty bar. He looked up and
caught her looking at him. Oh my, he returned the sweetest smile she had ever
seen! "Excuse me Donna, Cindy, I'll be right with you." She walked coyly up
to him and he extended his palm to her. To her surprise, she put her hand in
his. "Did the loveliest of ladies here tonight enjoy the show?" he asked. She
was quivering with tension and suspected it showed, "Oh yes! This is a
wonderful club! So much going on all at once! I wish there was more to come!"
"Oh yes, my dear," he continued, "there's much more excitement to be had if
one, or two, were only to seek it." Oh, her stomach fluttered at the softness
of his voice. She then noticed Donna and Cindy waving her to come on as they
were walking out the door. She waved back for them to go on without her. Her
night was only beginning...
- END -
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