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Title: {ASSM} Innocence Lost Ch. Twenty Two (22/36) {Bradley Stoke} (HF)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 22 of 36
Keywords: HF 
Short Summary: Innocence works in a night club.

Innocence Lost
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Resume of whole novel
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Innocence is a girl quite simply lost in a world where she feels she 
doesn't belong. And no wonder! Innocence is no ordinary girl. Despite 
her beauty, she has a penis and a pair of testicles that marks her out 
from everyone else. Innocence is lost. This novel tells how Innocence 
finds herself through sex, love and videotape. 



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Previously
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Innocence is living by herself in the city of Congress. 



Chapter Twenty Two
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In Which Innocence is found in work and in work is found 
revived passion. 



Innocence had achieved her independence: she had at last 
found a bedsit and a job that paid well enough for her to 
afford the rent. Honore had loaned her the money 
necessary to pay the deposit on her new home, but she 
hoped that with overtime she'd eventually be able to repay 
her. It was a very small bedsit - much smaller than 
what she'd been accustomed to in Labia or Wonderground - 
but at least when she shut the front door she was in her 
own territory, not shared with her sister or anyone else. The 
bedsit was a single room dominated by a single bed, with 
only enough room to squeeze past the wash basin, shower, 
cooker and integral wardrobe. The view from the window 
over the streets of Congress didn't excite Innocence's 
imagination much at all, being mostly of the main road 
fourteen stories below and the tower blocks opposite.

The job she got was at the Fierzehn, a city centre night 
club. It wasn't one of the poshest or most fashionable night 
clubs in the city, but it was nonetheless very impressive, 
featuring dance floors on several levels, several fuck 
rooms, a cafeteria and several bars. She was taken on as a 
barmaid, but worried that the night club's topless policy 
for its female staff might mean she would be expected to do 
more than serve alcohol. Fortunately, the policy existed more 
for reasons of fashion than for any sexual purposes, and 
Innocence was able to hide her groin under shorts or skirts. 
She also wore a pair of flat shoes to take the weight off her 
feet while standing for several hours behind the bar. Not all 
the other bar staff were inclined to limit their freedom of 
dress to just being topless: one or two were totally naked while 
most wore very revealing thongs that basically were only large 
enough to hide a sanitary towel. All staff, however, wore 
sensible shoes. The work was undeniably tiring. Her shift began 
just after eleven in the evening and continued to between six 
and seven in the morning.

The hours were not kind to Innocence. She went to bed at 
the same time as most people were waking up, fortunately 
sufficiently exhausted not to be disturbed by the sun 
penetrating through the thin curtains to her bedsit or by the 
roar of the city traffic. She woke up late in the afternoon, 
prepared breakfast and whiled away the hours shopping for 
necessities, sitting in launderettes and watching programmes 
on the television she precariously placed on a chair at the 
base of her bed. 

Different nights of the night club had different themes and 
attracted correspondingly different audiences. Most nights 
were for the benefit of the young - mostly in their teens or 
twenties - who came for the purposes of dancing and socialising. 
Innocence felt most comfortable on these days, as the customers 
were usually more intent on stalking the dance floor than hanging 
around the bar. Occasionally, a woman or a man might sit on a 
bar stool all evening and try to attract Innocence's attention 
and persuade her to come to the fuck room with him or her. 
Innocence was scarcely excited by the propositions, but even if 
she were, her fear of revealing the penis she hid from sight 
would have put her off accepting the offer. In any case, she was 
usually far too busy serving at the bar to be spared for very long.

The fuck rooms were dark and plush and boasted a huge mattress that 
covered every inch of the floor, and where the lights were so dim 
that Innocence often bumped into lovemaking couples whenever she 
ventured in, as she had to do to collect the glasses which against 
the express orders of the management often found their way into these 
rooms. It was very dangerous to have glass in a place full of naked 
flailing bodies, who may or may not take advantage of the free 
condoms that were available in several exotic flavours and designs. 

The nights when the fuck rooms were most full were the 
Singles and Divorced Nights, as they were called, where 
older men and women - often in their forties and fifties - 
gathered in embarrassingly young clothes that revealed  far too 
much flesh for the express purpose of finding partners. On 
these evenings there were quite a few unaccompanied men or women 
(but mostly men) who would sit on the bar stool and make 
embarrassing conversation usually about how beautiful Innocence's 
breasts were, why didn't she take off her shorts and did she 
fancy a quick fuck. Or maybe a long one. On those nights the 
fuck rooms were at their most overflowing and the dance floors at 
their most correspondingly empty. Couples were often unconcerned 
about where they should fuck and who might be watching. There were 
copulating couples on the sofas, or on the carpet, or supporting 
themselves against the bar as their partners thrust away at their 
vagina or anus with penis or dildo. 

The management did nothing to dissuade such activity. Indeed, 
edited highlights from fuck films were broadcast from the banks 
of television screens or projected onto the dance floor. There 
was usually a floor show of some kind during the evening, featuring 
striptease, bizarre sex and audience participation. This usually 
happened fairly late in the morning, by which time the audience 
had thinned out, with the express purpose of enticing the remainder 
to stay on, drink more and forget about going to work the following 
day. Innocence found the floor shows some respite from work as most 
people who weren't already in the fuck rooms were no longer 
interested in buying drinks and those who might be pestering her 
were engrossed elsewhere. Innocence marvelled at the skills of the 
performers, who were able to do things with their genitals she'd never 
believed possible.

The other nights were generally preferable, even though 
Innocence was conscious of not being amongst the most fashionable of 
people. She had no intention of shaving off her head or her eyebrows, 
although she'd adopted the fashion of wearing a beret or other small 
cap on her head. She also didn't shave her groin as so many others did 
and revealed all but the actual lips of the cunt. Not all young 
fashionable people were quite as extreme as Twelve in their dress. 
Some still had quite long hair like Innocence - enough for her not to 
feel like an utter fashion pariah. Many didn't even reveal their 
nipples, perhaps thinking that this was a degree of nudity beyond that 
they'd be comfortable with. Or perhaps because they weren't especially 
happy with the shape of their breasts. The breasts and penises 
Innocence saw promenaded all night were of all kinds and not all could 
be described in kindly terms.

After work, Innocence would join the early morning 
commuters at the underground station. They were mostly more 
engrossed in their newspapers than in looking at her, as she 
sat with her legs crossed wearing an overcoat over her otherwise 
nearly naked body. She studied the travellers opposite her with 
interest, aware that even those looking directly at her were too 
tired to actually see her. With only the rare exception, these 
people were not on their way to well-paid jobs, and they 
were correspondingly poorly dressed and very rarely 
particularly fashionable. Although Innocence wasn't paid at 
all well, she knew that she earned substantially more than most 
of these others mostly in recognition of her unsociable working 
hours, and it must be admitted, for her physical beauty. It 
would not do for a night club like the Fierzehn to employ 
unattractive bar staff: the custom would probably shift 
elsewhere if they did.

There was one evening of the week when the night club 
didn't require Innocence to work behind the bar. This was 
because it was generally felt she looked and behaved rather 
out of place, and this was the Hard Core Night. It wasn't 
known as that because the sex was any harder than on any 
other night. In fact, as far as sex went it was the Singles 
and Divorced evening that had the most hard core sex. The 
name described the music which was basically faster, louder 
and more insistent than that on any other night. Innocence's 
fairly tame appearance was somewhat out of place amongst the 
rather bizarre and sometimes aggressive clothes worn by the 
clientele. Her reluctance to bare her crotch was also a little 
out of place.

However, one of the usual staff - a girl whose face was 
normally covered by a veil and her feet by large boots, but 
wore nothing else - was feeling somewhat poorly that 
night. The manager suggested when he phoned Innocence 
that it might have something to do with all the drugs she 
took, and Innocence didn't find this at all unlikely. She'd 
often felt uncomfortable working next to someone whose 
body resembled a ravaged pin-cushion. So, she was 
persuaded to come in, but not to wear anything less than a 
very skimpy short dress that revealed her buttocks, but 
not her precious crotch. In fact, Innocence rather troubled 
herself that it might reveal more of a bulge than she was 
particularly happy with.

She really didn't enjoy the music that was playing, if music 
could be a word she'd normally ascribe to the thundering 
percussion, screeching samples and high-pitched wails. 
The audience however were totally immersed in it and the 
sweat poured off their naked or nearly naked bodies. 
Indeed, there was rather more flesh on display than usual, 
if much of it was very pale and quite unwholesome. Far more 
heads were shaved than usual, although there was a general 
contempt for shaved crotches, underarms or eyebrows. Many 
of the men had surgery to give them breasts that looked 
incongruous on otherwise normally masculine bodies. Many 
of the women still sported dildos, but it was unlikely that 
these monstrous ugly things - often made of metal with horrid 
knobs and hooks - were ever intended for sexual purposes. One 
feature that both men and women had in common was a fondness 
for laced boots that often reached high up above their ankles 
and sometimes had steel toecaps. There was actually 
rather less sex than usual: the fuck rooms were mostly used 
for drug-taking and the toilets were almost always heaving with 
people hanging around or injecting themselves.

Innocence felt rather uncomfortable as she served the real ale, 
bottled beer and mineral water that were the favoured drinks of 
the mostly young clientele. She didn't feel that way as a result 
of any sexual advances. She just didn't know how to respond to 
the aggression many of the women expressed to her and didn't like 
the names she was given, like Hot Pants, Tight Cunt and, most 
scathingly of all, Magazine Model. She tried to maintain a 
bland friendly smile which attracted even more adverse 
attention, until she copied the blank expression shown by the 
other bar steward, a slightly plump girl with shaved head, 
military beret and plaited pubic hair.

It was on this evening that Innocence once again met her 
old lover, Dodie, who was with a company of other girls 
dressed just like her with green berets decorated by a single 
red star, boots and nothing else. Like them, her head was 
shaved but the eyebrows weren't, and the only piece of 
jewellery she wore was a single plastic bangle on her left 
arm. When Innocence first saw her she was kissing another 
girl with a patch over one eye and breasts that seemed 
curiously large on an otherwise emaciated body. Innocence 
suspected that the breasts were surgically enhanced judging 
from their unnatural firmness. Dodie wandered over to the bar, 
looking somewhat disorientated, with heavy lids over 
bloodshot eyes and a faint trail of snot from her nose.

When she saw Innocence, she paused as if hit by something 
and stood transfixed as if trying to be sure she could 
believe what she saw. Sparkle returned to her eyes and 
she grinned broadly and a little foolishly.

"Innocence! My love! My loveliest!" she exclaimed in a 
totally incongruous way for this unromantic environment. 
She leaned heavily on the bar, her long nipples brushing 
against an ice bucket and her elbows soaked in beery place 
mats. "Is it you? Is it truly you?"

Innocence smiled, while returning change from an order 
for several bottles of mineral water and alka-seltzer. "It is! 
This is where I work now."

"I didn't know you were into Hard Core. You certainly 
don't look the part."

"I'm not. It's just my job!"

Dodie abandoned her friends, who occasionally returned to 
offer her a toke from a large joint or a sniff from smoke-
filled glasses, and spent the whole evening sitting at the 
bar chatting to Innocence, while her old lover continued 
to serve customers. She chatted and chatted, without respite, 
about all that she'd done and seen since she'd left 
Wonderground. She'd only just arrived in Congress, and was 
currently dossing on the sofa in a very grubby squat in the 
Shit district of the city, an area Innocence had never visited 
for fear of being attacked by muggers or for being approached 
as a prostitute. She returned again and again in her rambling 
conversation to her abiding love for Innocence which persisted 
so strongly through all the fucks she'd had: the indifferent, 
the casual and the passionate. "You're the only one who has ever 
brought meaning to my life!" she exclaimed with 
unselfconscious passion, clearly embarrassing the tall 
large-breasted man standing beside her with a large tattoo 
embellished on his shaved forehead.

Innocence found it impossible to resist inviting Dodie back to 
her bedsit, who barely noticed her environment at all, unlacing 
the long laces of her boots and collapsing onto her bed. She 
smiled blissfully. "It's so wonderful to see you again!" she 
exclaimed as she fell into immediate unconsciousness. Innocence 
slightly resented Dodie's invasion of her already limited space, 
but tidied the sheets around her, pulled off her dress and 
sneaked into the bed next to her.

The following morning, Innocence was awoken, very 
bleary eyed and with a raw mouth, to the distinct sensation 
of wet hungry lips taking her penis deep into a mouth and 
pulling it up into a more sensitive erection than she 
normally had so early in the day. She opened her eyes and 
focused on a dark raw hairy mass directly above her, only 
gradually becoming aware that she was staring straight into 
Dodie's cunt. The long skinny body with tiny breasts and 
with Innocence marked on her buttock caressed the 
front of her body and replaced the warmth of the duvet. 
Reluctantly at first, but with increasing pleasure, 
Innocence surrendered herself to Dodie's affection, and soon 
reciprocated by firmly pushing her tongue into Dodie's 
anus, while stroking and probing the vagina with her 
fingers.

Dodie moved more or less permanently into Innocence's 
bedsit - never able to get enough of her body. The only 
times they were parted was when Innocence went to work 
and Dodie went to join the company of her other friends, 
happy to indulge in drugs and sex with them, unaware that 
this in any way compromised the passion she felt for her 
well-endowed lover. There was very little space in Innocence's 
bed for the two of them, so they slept very much enveloped in 
each other's bodies: Innocence's penis often left to sleep inside 
Dodie's cunt and her face side by side with Dodie's always 
blissfully grinning face.

Innocence didn't doubt the passion of Dodie's affection for 
her, and in the lonely forbidding anonymity of the city this 
was a centre of stability and comfort for which she became 
progressively more grateful. At the same time, however, it 
was a struggle to encourage Dodie to be more tidy, to 
return the cap to the toothpaste and to take her boots off 
before clambering onto the bed. These were minor trials 
however compared to the greater benefits of Dodie's 
constant love and affection. 



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