The polished bronze doors of the elevator parted as Katie rearranged the shirt Jessica had been kind enough to loan her. Jessica said she’d stolen it from her sister but couldn’t fit into it and given their difference in bust it was all she had that would come close to fitting Katie. Her nipples stood clearly visible between the black fishnet knit. She had also had the forethought to throw her daisy dukes in the dryer. Feeling the soft warm fabric wrap around her had been like a hug from an old friend. The night was warm even with the sun having disappeared behind the mountains. Katie walked out onto the sidewalk and looked around trying to pluck from the air one of many possible paths her evening would take.

In the end she just decided on a direction, left, and to stop when she bumped into something that got her out of her head. She barely heard the soft smacking of her well travelled flip flops as she tried to put her thoughts in order. “Attention. That’s still the central thread of my paper, but it’s more than that.” she thought as her long legs carried her past the first neon signs firing up in the swiftly darkening streets. “It must have to do with the motivations behind the attention. I mean I don’t really like being embarrassed and having a bunch of people staring at me, but if it’s someone who can’t help but picture me naked…” She stopped at the lights and waited to cross. For once she barely noticed the stares and the cat-calling. She continued her inward focus as she wound her way unconsciously towards the throbbing beat of the downtown club scene.

Katie was just putting together the thesis of her paper as she found herself subtly moving to the beat emanating from the building beside her. She looked up and found little to tell her what was going on. The walls were black corrugated steel with no windows. A small sign was mounted above an alcove. She walked back and looked up; the sing read “Exxxpressions” in bright red letters. A few patrons stood in line. Katie joined the back of the line. She fought the urge to ask questions as she moved closer and closer to the threshold. Not knowing was much more exciting.

A man behind a surprisingly clean pane of Lexan spoke to her without looking up. “It’s a two drink minimum, phones go to me.” he said with the cadence of a man whose job he wished could be relinquished to a machine. “I didn’t bring my phone” Katie said, speaking loudly through the ring of holes in the otherwise solid plate. He barely looked up. “Bully for you. Normally I’d have them search you but it doesn’t look like you could hide much.” he replied. “You have any money hidden away in those shorts?” Katie pulled four twenty dollar bills from her left pocket. His eyes returned to the monitor beside his desk. “In you go” he groaned as he reached beneath the desk. As the buzzer sounded Katie grasped the thick brass rod and pulled open the heavy black door.

The music washed over her as the door closed silently and firmly behind her. She walked wide eyed down the sparsely furnished hallway. She could see an alternating prismatic display of light wash into the halfway from the right side. Her pulse quickened as she neared the brilliant rainbow. Her body was bathed in the colours as she turned out into a large room. Her eyes could hardly focus on one thing at a time. She saw bodies writhing on a large stage, the crowd restrained but enthusiastic. Her eyes found a couple casually fucking on a sofa nearby. The bar stools were filled with semi-nude patrons of all shapes and sizes. She stood awestruck. “Excuse me” a gruff voice came from behind her as a broad shouldered man passed into the room. Katie followed him.

“How did I not know about this place?” Katie wondered. Granted, not many people knew quite how wild she was, but after living here for years she hadn’t heard one word about this place. The solid built man who’d just passed her headed for the bar and she followed suit, still struggling to keep her eyes from darting madly about this most enthralling of spaces. “Martinez Jim?” the barkeep inquired to which the man nodded. Katie leaned back against the bar and took in the sites. The couple on the couch had changed positions with the woman now riding proudly. She smiled a warm smile at Katie as she bounced, small sagging breasts bouncing with her.

Katie did not return her smile, this was all still overwhelming her in the best way possible. “What can I get you miss?” she heard off to her right. “Whiskey highball, something Speyside if you have it.” she replied, in a voice somewhat disconnected from reality. “Glenlivet suit you?” he asked cheerfully. “Perfect” she replied. By the time her drink was sitting before her, glass already beaded with condensation, Katie had somewhat regained her faculties. She laid her money on the bar. “Eight back is fine” she answered with a smile to the barkeep’s unasked question. He nodded and she pocketed her change, enjoying the smooth deep flavours of her drink. “A little too much lemon, but not bad” she thought.

Katie decided to work her way toward the crowd around the stage. The acts being performed were captivating. Women in throes of ecstasy encouraged hands to explore her. Men put their sexual prowess on display. The crowd switched focus from pair to pair, always excited but never obnoxious. Her ears perked up as she heard a familiar voice. “That’s it, get your hands in her hair, pull her back down that cock!” the voice said, her mind churning over whose familiar tone that could be. That’s when she saw him, moments before he saw her. The two of them smiling, Katie at coincidence, him at his good fortune.

“Katie!” he exclaimed, working his way out of the crowd. “I never would have pictured you a patron of such delights.” he grinned. “First time, I just walked and ended up here. I’ve been working on my paper all night.” she said, still in disbelief that he would be here. “Does your wife know you’re here?” she asked, putting on her sternest face. He held back laughter and threw his arm over her shoulder. He pointed up on stage to a woman with straight bobbed black hair, long slender legs, and perky c cups. “You don’t recognize her from the picture on my desk?”

Shock was starting to look like a permanent fixture on Katie’s features. She watched as the man behind this married woman groped her breasts while he fucked her hard in front of this crowd. His wife moaned with pleasure as the professor laughed, a deep sound of joy. She turned to him and saw his evident glee. “Well how are you enjoying your first time here?” he continued grinning, “It seems like you’re a bit overwhelmed!” Katie managed to stammer through her shock. “It’s been a… a day full of surprises… but… this is uhhh.” She shook her head as he laughed once more. “I thought you said you were working on my paper, it can’t have been that shocking of an evening. Are you sure you weren’t fibbing?” he replied, eyebrows tilted in mockery. Katie turned to face him. “I’ve been soul searching, and I found some things. Would you like to hear about it?” she asked. He nodded, clearly intrigued.

The two retired to an empty sectional. Katie ordered another highball for herself and one of whatever Professor Alberts was drinking, evidently a gin and tonic. The two sipped away as Katie regaled him of the night’s events and her conclusions so far. It was the professor’s turn to wear the mask of surprise. He nodded eagerly to her story, enjoying each new development more than the last. By the time Katie reached their chance encounter the professor looked elated. He pondered a moment after Katie’s whirlwind tale. “You know Katie, I don’t think I’ve ever had a student take my assignments so seriously.” he said, grinning once more. “I’ve just had an idea if you’d like to explore a bit further…” asked the professor. Katie wondered what could be more adventurous than her night so far. The familiar melange of anticipation, fear, and wonder took her once more. “Well I do intend to write an A paper.”

He grinned and quickly made his way to a door next to a long mirror at the side of the room. He knocked and a man with a shiny forehead answered in clothes he was forty pounds too heavy for. The two said a few words, the professor pointed at her and she smiled nervously, hoping this man was no part of the plan. The two laughed and the door closed. The professor was back across the room and by her side as quickly as he had left. “Well?” she asked, a bit impatiently. “Calm down, we have to wait for our current performers to finish up first” he replied, nodding to the stage. “Why don’t we go see what the missus is up to!” he said with excitement, leading her to the edge of the stage.

The professor’s wife was on her back now, head hanging off the edge of the stage, her companion still thrusting inside her, evidently holding back an orgasm. She smiled as she saw her husband approaching, then looked inquisitive as she saw his company. “You didn’t find another playmate, did you dear?” she asked, panting a little. He leaned in and kissed her upside down lips. “Not quite, it’s her first time here. She’s writing a paper for me on why she loves attention. I thought she might benefit from a proper introduction to our band of merry men.” he grinned, and so did she. Katie watched as the woman came hard, her companion quickly discarding his condom and painting her heaving chest.

As the stage cleared Katie wondered what could possibly be in store for her. She needed not wonder much longer. The professor hopped up on stage, offering her his hand and pulling her up. His wife winked at her and said “good luck sweetheart” before turning away. The music lowered and a voice belonging to the man behind the mirror boomed out. “Ladies and gentlemen, fine patrons one and all! There is a newcomer in our midst.” Katie watched as all eyes turned on her. The professor had moved back to the shadows and she stood alone, illuminated. She grinned nervously and gave a small wave. The voice continued “our resident professor has informed me that she would like a proper club welcoming.” At this the crowd gained much excitement. “Anyone who wishes to initiate our newest member should please line up by the stage.” the voice finished, music once again thudding heavily.

The professor moved up to hear and whispered “if you please I’ll take your clothes and you should kneel in the centre of the stage.” Katie stripped quickly and kneeled, her muscular cheeks perched atop her heels. She looked down at the line forming. The faces looked up at her excitedly, whispering between themselves. Most were men, but one in four were women, all tolled the line was 30 or more. She looked to the professor and saw he had dropped his own clothes to the floor and stood behind her. “This enough attention for you?” he quipped, grinning once more. She smiled and looked back at him. “Is there ever enough?” she asked genuinely. He shook his head and laughed. “No, no, I suppose there isn’t.” His thumb and fist raised and she heard the music stop.

The next half hour went by in a blur. It all started when she heard Love Gun start playing and the crowd started to cheer. The line shuffled up the stairs until she was surrounded by six members. She smiled nervously up at them. Five men and one woman. She watched as they all dropped their clothes and started to play with themselves. She realised now what she was in for and felt her pussy gush in excitement. All these strangers focused on her, the centre point of all that desire. She reached up and wrapped her hands around two of the semi-stiff cocks, slowly stroking them. Her mouth opened and the woman grasped her head and brought Katie’s lips to her clit.

Slowly but surely Katie brought one climax after another to her eager public. Her hair plastered to her cheeks and shoulders. Cum dripped from her chin to her tits, and from her tits ran down her flat belly. More than a few women squirted, soaking her in their juices. Katie remembered each orgasm. Some heavy and covering her face, other’s small and fluid running down her back. She made sure to suck the last drops from each cock and sucked the drops from each pussy that soaked her. When the last few cocks had been drained she looked around, squinting to keep the cum out of her eyes. The professor came into view.

“You are a sight tonight my dear Katie.” he said, a big warm smile on his face. “Let’s see if we can’t make you cum after all that hard work.” he said, as much to the crowd as to her. He helped her to her feet before bending her over. She felt his hands between her legs, spreading her before he entered her. His cock filled her completely. She gasped and moaned, nipples hardening under the cum that coated her entire chest. She grabbed her ankles as he grabbed her hips. She felt herself cum and the professor slowed slightly but soon picked up the pace once more. “One!” he shouted to the crowd. Drinks were raised and cheers were had. Katie already felt another orgasm building.

The professor fucked her until she thought she’d go mad. Each orgasm taking longer but leaving her more and more breathless. Each time the crowd celebrated in unison. Katie only caught fitful glances of the crowd but each time she did she felt herself gush. All those eyes focused on her and her alone. She could hardly stand it. The professor was relentless. His cock felt thick and deep inside her. Her pussy willingly gripping it tight. She squirt a few times but had nothing left now. The last number she remembered was eight, but she might have missed one, her consciousness was starting to swim. She felt another building deep inside her, she was a little scared she might black out.

The professor predicted it perfectly. His call of “ten!” arriving seconds before Katie collapsed, her shaking legs no longer able to hold her weight. The professor caught her from falling face first and set her down as her eyes rolled back to see the outside world. His face swam into focus as the crowd applauded. She could hardly breath and her heart was beating like a racehorse. He smiled down at her, his face filling her whole vision. “You okay Katie?” he asked, seeming a little concerned. She nodded jerkily and he smiled. “You put on quite a show, perhaps the best we’ve seen.” he said. She smiled, a look of victory on her face. “Still think there’s no such thing as too much?” he asked, studiously. She scraped a handful of cum from her face and chest, pouring it into her mouth. She shook her head from side to side as she swallowed.