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Subject: {ASSM} Evening at the Country Club (Chapter 1)
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Evening at the Country Club (Chapter 1)
 
    The feeling of excitement building in my chest as I close  the door 
behind me.  The "have fun, be good", from my Mom still ringing in  my ears.  
Not just any New Year's Eve party.  It was going to be my  first one as a 
date.  The Dutchess Country Club so exclusive, having passed  its grand stone 
facade partially hidden by the high brick wall surrounding the  front of the 
club.  The large wrought iron  gates. 
    My dress, my formal one, or for special  occasions.  Not enough of them 
at present to have more than one.  A  beautiful V-necked cocktail dress.  
Plunging neckline with fan pleated  bodice.  The fan pleats will allow me to 
do without a bra.    Low  V-Back with hidden zipper closure.   Spaghetti 
straps to show off my  shoulders.  Pleated cummerbund waist.  A nice slim skirt 
with slit  hem.  Skirt hem two inches above my knees.  So proud of how it  
changes my looks.  Tommyboyish to young lady.  The clothes can make  the 
person, or make them so much prettier.  So wishing it was summer rather  than a 
New York winter.  The dress would look so good with my summer  tan.  Legs, 
back and bosom.  Escaping with no bra, hate the  confinement.  One of the 
advantages of small firm breasts.  However, a  nice pair of thigh highs with a 
subdued floral design (charcoal) from my knee to  my calf, will hide the 
flaws in my skin tone and draw attention to the long  legs.  I so dislike 
pantyhose.  A pair of v-string black  panties.  So sheer, not sure that they 
actually hide anything, just throws  a shadow.  Giggling as I think of what my 
mom would say if she saw  them.  Wondering if I will hear the thunder before 
I feel the lightning  bolt.  And to top off my outfit, or bottom off it.  A 
pair of red open  toe high heel shoes.  Not the spike.  I can barely 
navigate on the  regular heel;  but wanted to look sophisticated.  Oh.......the 
color  of the dress, crimson.  It is a nice  holiday and gay color.    No time 
to color coordinate, a simple  black clutch.  Just big enough to hold what 
I might need.  Another  v-string panty, just incase the elastic gives on the 
one I am wearing.  Had  that happen before and luckily wearing jeans at the 
time.  My ID, cost me a  few bucks to have it made.  Twenty dollars in 
assorted bills.  A  credit card.  Kleenex, a panty liner, condom some aspirin.  
Lip gloss,  clear.  Comb.  House key on my NY Giant key ring.  Loose  
change.  Nail clipper, so many uses. Couple orfrubber bands and safety  pins.  
Emergency repairs.  Wondering what I have forgotten; but sure  it is something. 
    Not much for makeup or jewelry; but  wearing some clear lip gloss, just 
to give my lips a shine.  My weakness  when dressing up, eye shadow.  A 
soft red; but I know it doesn't go well  with my brown eyes.  Should have blue 
or green or black.  But trying  to stay with my gleeful red look.  A 
coincidence; but a splash of Red on my  skin.  Love the scent.  Anointing the 
hollow of my neck and behind my  ear lobes, the pulse in my wrists, a drop where 
my cleavage should be and  finally the pulse of my crotch.  Then pulling 
back my panties and dripping  a drop or two down my lower back crack.  Simple 
silver cross necklace on a  small chain and much smaller silver cross 
earrings.  A concession to my  mother.  No rings.  A simple silver ankle bracelet 
under my  stocking. 
    Long dark brown hair.  Almost raven  colored.  Brushed softly to fall 
over my shoulders.  Feeling it as I  turn my head, touching my bare 
shoulders.  Shaking my head and watching it  move and settle back into place.  Good.  
No need for frizzy unruly  hair tonight.  Looking at myself in the mirror, 
seeing a girl much older in  looks then actual age; but still a girl.  The 
dress hanging nicely, just  showing the almost hint of cleavage, swelling 
over my hips and moving nicely  around my thighs as I practice walking on heels 
in front of the full length  mirror.  Stumbling as I look up instead of 
where I am going.   Wondering if the heels might be a mistake.
      Pulling a chair from my desk over to the  mirror.  Sitting down and 
watching as I cross my legs.  Nothing really  showing if I take my time and 
minimize my movement.  Nodding my head,  good.  Then standing up and leaning 
over.  Feeling the material slide  over my breasts, just touching my 
nipples.  Closing my eyes with the  sensation, then looking and seeing that there 
is no real danger of a breast  falling out.  Nothing to fall out.  Just a bit 
of upper free movement  as I walk fast.  Be sure not to do that on the way 
out the door.  Slow  and steady.  Then finally turning my back to the mirror 
and leaning over,  bending at the waist slowly.  Satisfied that unless I 
decide to touch my  toes while standing straight, the lacey tops of my thighs 
highs and the pasty  white flesh above won't be exposed.  Shaking my head as 
I giggle and look  between my legs.  Not a view I want to give people.  
Finally  practicing crouching over and keeping my legs together.  Hmmm, not so 
hard  being a lady.  Finally a very awkward piroutte and watching the swirl 
of my  skirt around my thighs.......smiling........legs aren't bad, even if 
hips a bit  wide and breasts a tad small.  Looking at my face one more time, 
moving  closer.  Can't do much to change that.  Nose a bit long and narrow, 
 mouth a bit long for my face.  Overall not bad.  Wish my friend Alana  was 
available to give me the once over; but will be to late when I see  her.
    Still wondering and practicing with the  heels when the doorbell rang.  
Panicking as I look around, then grabbing my  purse and a full wrap from 
the bed.  Pulling it around my shoulders, a last  look in the mirror and 
slowly descending the stairs.  "Sis, you  better take a change of shoes," my 
older brother watching my wobbly  approach.  His words making me smile and then 
nervous.  He might  be right.  I planned on being barefoot if I did a lot of 
dancing; but a few  slow ones I might be able to navigate in the  heels.  
    My mom coming from the kitchen,  smiling softly, and hugging me and a 
kiss to the cheek.  Feeling her body  pressing on mind, wondering if she can 
tell I have no bra.  Then she  steps back and surveys me.  "You look lovely, 
 but you look so old for  your age."  Luckily she met my escort earlier and 
already we have  wallowed through the age difference.  Well my explaining 
he is in college  was good for her.  Not the fact that he was in the military 
a few years  prior to returning to school.  "Be good, have fun," a quick 
kiss then  rushing to answer the ringing phone.
    Walking to the door, my brother standing  there, "you look beautiful 
Sis."  His words giving me strength.   Feeling his arms around me, holding me, 
comforting as his lips brush mine.   Then turning and feeling the small 
slap on my ass.  "Enjoy."  His hand  reaching out cell phone extended.  "Use 
this if you need to.  I am  just a phone call away."  Blushing, as I realize 
he is more than a brother,  in so many  ways.  Dad it seems tonight.  Smiling 
at  him.   "Thanks, then brushing his lips again.
    Brad waiting at the door.  Dressed  in a charcoal gray suit.  Tall and 
wide and blonde.  Looking past him  at the limo that is parked in front of 
the house.  "Your chariot awaits you  my Lady."  Carefully walking down the 
steps and stepping into the limo,  feeling the soft leather seats and the 
rush of warm air as the door  closes.  Seeing my brother framed in the  
doorway. 
    The limo ride was fairly quick, only  about 15 minutes.  I was the last 
to be picked up, so on to the Club.   Alana was already seated with her 
boyfriend.  She looked so  beautiful.  Perfect blonde hair.  Very sexy in her 
tight sheath and  getting much attention from her beau and Brad.  I hadn't 
told my mother  that I just met Brad for the first time this afternoon.  She 
would have had  a fit. 
    The entrance to the club, covered with  strings and strings of 
twinkling lights.  The parking lot full as we pull  in front of the club building to 
let the valet attendant drool as we slid out of  the long black car.  The 
driver not trusting his vehicle to an  attendant.  Climbing up those stairs 
and into the huge lobby of the  club.  Feeling so out of place and so young.  
Wondering how I let  Alana talk me into this.  Wondering how I talked my 
mom into to letting me  go.  Was this a conspiracy to make me look so innocent 
and naive.   Definitely not a school dance.  At least I knew how to dance, 
thanks to my  brother.
    Brad taking my wrap and checking it at  the coatroom.  Feeling so 
bright in the glare of the lights.  My  crimson red dress, very bright.  A low 
whistle from Brad and a blush and on  into the cocktail area.  Small tables 
circling a central bar, with a horde  of waiters and waitresses circulating 
with trays of tasty appetizers.   Nodding to a few that I knew from school and 
some older people that I  recognized, I sort of felt alone, even with Alana 
sitting next to  me. 
    Nervous, I stopped a waiter and took a  glass of pink wine from him.  
Sipping it slowly and then finishing it I  managed three before we went in to 
sit down for the dinner.  Only proofed  once.  "Slow down Patrice."  
Alana's hand rubbing my arm reassuring as  she knows how I panic in social 
situations.  Especially when not familiar  with the people.
    Brad was sweet and attentive; but he was  talking with so many men and 
women his age.  Not sure if he invited me  because of Alana and his best 
friend or if he just wanted a date for the  evening. 
    The dinner was just so fantastic.  The  Christmas Carols and the 
standards that the band played were soothing, and I  relaxed.  Managing to glide 
fairly smoothly across the floor with a variety  of partners.  Young men, 
older men, old men.  They all were willing to  give me a spin around the floor. 
 My dancing skills were a bit better than  my socializing ones. 
    The wine had relaxed me and I did notice  the more subtle contact with 
the men then from the boys from school.  The  press of their bodies, against 
mine, only had to move one hand up to my  waist.  Brad was handsome and 
suave; but not the most graceful on a dance  floor.  The band had limited 
exposure to a more upbeat tempo; but when they  were able to jack it up a bit, I 
left my shoes under the table and moved a  little more animatedly to the 
music.  I did say that I love to dance,  didn't I?  The energetic movements, 
got me flushed, a sheen of sweat, and a  lively skirt hem.  The wine was 
working also I think.  Lightheaded and  not caring at the moment that I don't 
know many at the  party. 
    Alana and I excused ourselves and went to  find the powder room.  The 
place was huge.  Climbing the main  staircase to the upper level, I held onto 
the polish hand rail.  Steadying  myself on my heels.  At the top, Alana 
hesitates and then points us to  the right.  The powder room a regular lounge. 
 Recliners and chairs  and dressing tables in one anteroom.  The commodes 
and sinks in an inner  room.  Hurrying and taking a quick pee, then using 
water and towels to  fresh up.  Soap and toilet water my method of doing away 
with, and  borrowing a bit of scent from Alana.  Now I know what I forgot in 
my  purse.  Combing my hair, the underneath just a bit sweaty.  "Better  
slow down," Alana standing to me and making a face in the mirror at me.   Then 
turning and licking my cheek with her tongue.  "Bitch."  I talk  to the 
empty air, as she is out the door, looking back at me......."hurry  girl."
    Feeling like we are on display as we walk  down the Grand Stairway.  
Looking down as people look up at us arm in  arm.  Feeling mature in my bright 
dress smiling as we return to our  table.  Dessert is just being served.  
Trays of pastries wheeled to  each table.  My eyes big as I choose a piece of 
cheesecake.  My  stomach telling me, that maybe I should just leave it.  
Sipping on coffee.  I sit and listen to the conversation.  Alana and her beau 
in a corner of  the room, talking close and kissing.  Brad, not sure where 
he is.  The  man next to me, sliding his chair a bit over to me and feeling 
his knee pressing  against my leg as his hand touches mine on the table as he 
talks.  His  words jumbles of sound, as I am naive; but not that  naive. 
    Excusing myself, I walk over to the bar in the  outer room and stand in 
a short line.  Bumping the line as the men move  aside to let me move up.  
"What can we get you little lady?"  Feeling  foolish as I am silent, not 
sure what to order.  Spur of the moment,   "Jack and Coke."  Watching as the 
bartender mixes the drink.   Wondering what Jack Daniel's is, but have heard 
someone order it earlier.   Sipping it as I move out of the way of the line.  
Sucking it slowly through  the stirring straw.  Finding my conversation a 
little easier after the  second one.  Dancing with the small group of men at 
the bar area in between  drinks.  Finally feeling comfortable, even with 
this older crowd.   Possibly even flirting with them to get a compliment.   
Smiling. 
    Standing up and pushing my chair away  from the table, needing to find 
the ladies room again.  Disoriented for a  moment.  Then weaving a little on 
my heels as I try to wend my way through  the tables.  "Whoa honey."  
Feeling a couple of my drinking buddies  holding my elbows.  "Let us help you."  
Slowly with their assistance  finding myself and friends in the lobby.  
Looking up and cringing at the  immense height of the staircase.  Shaking my 
head and hearing the low  laughter.  "We will get you there.  Excelsior.  Ever  
upward."  Slowly step by step we move up the wide steps.  My  companions 
not much better than me.  Finally at the top, I am totally  confused, not sure 
whether to go left or right. 
    Feeling them guide me to the left and  down the corridor.  Stopping at 
the door and one man gallantly opening it  and holding it wide.  The other 
steadying me.  Looking up at the  unfamiliar room  then seeing the urinals in 
one corner.  "Wrong  place,"  feeling myself blush as my eyes focus and 
unfocused on them.   "You can't expect us to go in the Ladies Room, do you?"  
Shaking my head in  agreement, but still not sure what to do.  "You need to 
piss, right?   Nodding, as I watch one of the men move to a urinal and I hear 
the soft whisk of  his zipper and then the sound of his bladder emptying 
into the bowl.   Looking curious at the man, how simple it is for them.  The 
other man  leading me over tot the urinals.  "Here, I will let you have the 
shorter  one."  Standing stupidly between the two men.  Turning my head to  
look, peeking at the cock, emitting the urine into the bowl.  His hand  
holding it.  Then turning my head as the other man pulls his zipper down  and his 
penis from the folds of his pants.  His hand reaching for mine and  not 
even thinking wrapping my fingers around his organ.  Feeling the organ  
inflating and lifting in my hand as the first pulse of moisture spits from the  
tiny hole.  The flesh warm and soft.  Holding it as the other man next  to me 
steps away, the urinal flushing on it own. 
    Feeling warm breath on my neck as I look  at the lessening stream of 
yellow pee.  Then a kiss, as the man presses  against me, his hand moving to 
my waist, circling to the front.   "Please,"  The words escaping my lips.  
Not sure whether what it  means.  "Shake it young lady."  Twisting my wrist 
and shaking the  semi-limb penis.  Feeling it warm and slowly swelling in my 
hand.   More definition as the veins raise, pulsing as I hold it.  "Look what 
you  have done honey?"  The man stepping back a step, his organ pulling 
from my  fingers.  The other man his hands sliding up my waist, across my 
stomach,  then touching the bottom of my breasts.  Exhaling and moaning softly, 
my  chest pumping as I realize the situation I am in.  The alcohol, still  a 
fog slowing my reactions and responses. 
     "Kneel down honey, take care of this  problem for me."  The hair on 
the back of my head tightening as my head is  pulled back and forced to my 
knees.  Bracing with one hand on the urinal as  I feel pain in my knees as they 
bang softly against the hard tiles.   Looking tears welling in my eyes as I 
find myself face to face with a hard  throbbing penis.  The man stepping 
forward and rubbing it against my  cheek.  Feeling a flush across the top of 
my chest as I lick my lips and  then let my tongue tip touch the exposed 
gland of his  crown.
    Knees aching as I feel the coolness of the tiled floor.  Feeling a  
flutter in my chest, and my nipples aching with sensation against the bodice of 
 my dress.  The soft outer skin of the swollen rubbing against my slightly  
parted lips and then a short jerk of the man's hips and the spongy crown 
slips  between.  My mind a bit foggy, as I envelop it with my lips, sealing  
them.  Feeling the irony core, beneath the soft coating as he rocks on the  
balls of his feet, feeding and pulling back.
    My nose tickling with the touch of his pubic hair.  Catching the  scent 
of piss and the man's heated musk, as i wafts from his open fly.  The  
initial taste of piss on the tip of his cock, now gone, as I clear liquid oozes  
from the hole.  The man undoing his fly and letting his pants drop to his  
knees, lifting his heavy ball sack with one hand.  My eyes lowering to look  
at the hairy skin, the slight bulge of the orbs visible as he lifts it up 
and  offers them to me.
    Pulling back from my mouth and then pressing his nut glove against my  
lower lip.  My nose and cheek feeling the arousal of the  organ,  bouncing 
against it, as I tentatively lick at the hairy sack.  His hand  releasing his 
testicles and again holding his prick against my lips, pushing  between 
then and with one hand behind my head, pumping again and again into my  lips.  
Feeling him pulling me tight to his groin as his knob swells and  spurts the 
warm ropes of semen into my warm oral cavity.  My eyes closing  as I taste 
and feel the texture of the milky cum  rifling into my mouth and  slipping 
down my throat. 
    My chest heaving against his legs, as he slowly releases my head and 
with  his hand milks the last few drops into my mouth.  Feeling a flush of  
embarrassment and humiliation as I think how I am kneeling in a restroom.   A 
man I don't even know what his first name is, has just had me suck his cock  
and swallow his cum, a man most likely two or three times my  age.
    Sitting back on my legs, as he rubs the top of my head and his friend  
leans down and takes my hand.  Leading me into one of the stalls.   Sitting 
down on the closed lid, as this man also unzips his pants and feeds his  
hard cock to my lips.  Opening to take it in unquestioningly.  Feeling  the 
difference of his uncut cock.  The taste around the head a stronger  musk.  As 
he  rocks into my face, working his hard on, till it also  spurts in my 
mouth.  My throat swallowing the thick cum, not noticing any  real difference in 
texture or taste.
    The man stroking my cheeks as I reach and milk from base to gland.   
Then taking his softening organ and tucking it back into his pants and zipping 
 them up.  Looking up as he holds the stall door open and I walk to the 
sink  and mirror, using a paper towel to wipe at my knees with one hand, as I 
look at  my face in the mirror, wiping my lips with the other hand.
    Then being led back to the stairwell, feeling more steady then before,  
feeling less innocent as I wobbly walking down the steps with my escorts.   
The party still going full blast as we join the bar crowd once  more.
    Realizing as sip my drink, I never went to the bathroom myself, still  
feeling the need, but not as urgent as previously.  Brad still not in sight  
as I move to look at the dance floor and tables.  Waving to Alana and her  
boy friend and then going back to sipping more reasonably.
    Finding the men friendly and more touchy feely now, as they touch my 
ass  and brush my breasts with their arms.  Pressing their groins against me 
as  we talk and occasionally dance close.
    Thinking maybe I should sit down and relax, as I move back to the main  
room sit with a couple of drinks in front of me as I have guys sitting down 
to  talk and not thinking, letting them pull my hand to their laps, and 
giving at  least two hand jobs, maybe more.  Everything so blurry now, as I sit 
back  and taste the sticky seed on my hand. 
    Tired and wanting to sleep, as  Alana leads me to the Ladies  Room.  
Sitting down in my stall and finding my panties are pulled to the  side of my 
lips and my labia wet and sticky.  Not sure how it happened or  when, the 
sound of my piss scalding the bowl loudly.  And then wiping and  pulling my 
undie back into place.
    Standing alongside of Alana, smiling weakly at her.  "You are drunk  
girl."  Her statement, an understatement, as I brace against the  sink.  
Weaving slowly as we find our dates and the limo.  Dropping off  Alana first and 
then Brad, kissing and fondling me, and finally pulling my head  into his 
lap to give him a blow job.  Nothing fancy, just a suck less  meaningful then 
the one in the Men's Room.  Swallowing the seed and  cleaning him with my 
mouth and lips.  Laying against his shoulder till we  got to my house. 
    Climbing out after him.  "Thanks for going with me Patrice." as I  
fumble for my door keys.  Turning expectantly my lips inches from  his.  "I will 
call you soon Patrice.  Tomorrow."
    Feeling surprised,  "no goodnight kiss Brad?"  HIm looking at  me and 
then saying, "you just sucked my cock, I am not going to kiss you after  
that."  Shocked.  Feeling tears welling in my eyes as I watch him walk  back to 
the LImo.  The a soft giggle, as I realize he kissed me after  sucking those 
men off...........dumb fucker........still wiping the tears from  my eyes, 
as I go up to my room............
    
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