Kitty Pryde—Life Lessons Hard Learned

by Scarlet

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations (nc/sc, MF, FF). It is to be read by adults only. If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.
Credits: This story is based on a story idea suggested by The Sexecutor. Kitty Pryde, Wolverine, and other X-Men characters (Marvel Enterprises) are Trademarked characters used in this not-for-profit fan-fiction; no Trademark infringement is intended. All characters are fictional; any similarities to real people are coincidental. All characters engaged in adult activities are of adult age.

Chapter 1. Danger Room Disaster

“HALT PROGRAM!” a low, gravelly voice calls out from the Danger Room control booth above me just as I’m about the engage the six robot samurai warriors before me with my katana. “What the fucks going on, Pryde?”

“Don’t be a jerk, Wolverine!” I call out as I look up at the short, stocky man dressed in the yellow and blue uniform, with blue shorts on the outside, a red belt with a square X buckle, blue gloves, and blue boots with pointy shins. Logan’s not wearing his yellow hood with the mask/pointy-ears affair, so I stare into the rugged face below his unique hair style and mutton-chop beard as I continue with, “You can see I was just getting started with this Danger Room session. I’m not in the mood to argue, so butt out!”

Yeah! I’m being a bitch. So what? It’s not my fault Professor X made me stay behind with the X-Babies while most of the X-Men accompanied him into space to visit his main squeeze, Lilandra, on Chandilar, the Shi’ar empire throne-world. The X-Babies is what I call the New Mutants, younger students who joined the rest of us mutants at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters in Westchester County, upstate New York, a little over a year ago. Ever since the X-Babies were enrolled in the school, Professor X and I have been arguing about whether I should stay an X-Man, which I’ve been for over two-and-a-half years, or step down and join the New Mutants, who he says are closer to my age. This really came to head on my birthday last week, yeah the supposedly sweet one, ruining what should have been a perfectly fine day.

“Watch your lip, Shadowcat!” Logan growls as he glares at me through the control booth window. He notes that I’m dressed in my own X-Man duds—a blue and yellow padded-shouldered jumpsuit finished off with yellow boots and gloves and a red belt, also with a square X buckle—before he hisses, “I ought to come down and give you a good spanking for even trying to get away with running this program, especially alone, without even an observer in the booth. You’ve set this scenario at X-Men level with the safety protocols off. You could have ended up in the hospital…or even killed! Charlie would have my ass when he got back!”

Yeah, Logan, better known as the Wolverine of the X-Men, one of the most frightening characters on the planet, is PO’ed too. Professor Charles Xavier left him behind too, ostensibly to be the fill-in School Master while the professor is away, even though Stevie Hunter, my dance teacher who was now living in the X-Mansion as the New Mutants’ physical education instructor, could have taken that responsibility. At least Logan didn’t call me by either of my previous codenames, Sprite or Ariel! I hated both of those noms de guerre!

“Logan, please go away. I’m tired of being treated like a child, so threatening to spank me is the last thing I want to hear from you. You’re supposed to be my friend! I thought we formed a bond when we were in Japan. Speaking of Japan, that’s the very reason why I chose this training scenario, and the reason why you programmed it into the computer. Like you, I need to practice my ninja skills. I know for a fact that you’ve run this program alone dozens of times without taking any serious damage. I’ll be fine! Ogun, who was your teacher in Japanese warrior skills, psychically imprinted his lifetime of ninja skills into me, which you later helped me hone.”

“First, sweetheart, I spank grown women all the time when they deserve to get their asses paddled, so don’t feel insulted on that account. Second, you only think I didn’t take any serious damage when running this program because my mutant power healed my cuts and bruises afterwards, and those robots’ swords couldn’t cause me worse damage because my bones are laced with adamantium. And third, I AM your friend, which is why I don’t want you to suffer a hurt you can’t recover from. Now get your skinny ass up here and reset the skill level and safety protocols. Charlie is NOT going to be telling me I fucked up!”

“That’s not going to happen, Wolverine. Now un-pause my program and go away. You have your mutant powers, but I have my own. I can become immaterial and phase through any sword strikes I can’t block. This stupid Danger Room computer isn’t smart enough to beat me! Please do as I ask!”

“Pryde, I thought you told me that the Danger Room computer is semi-sentient! Don’t you think insulting it is a little on the stupid side? Then again, being as stupid as you are stubborn seems to be your mission in life today. I’ll release my halt on the program, but remain where I am to keep you from getting your silly ass killed on one condition, Kitty.”

I blush rather badly as I realize there’s some truth in what Logan is saying—the Danger Room’s Shi’ar computer brain has shown a propensity to improvise, getting its hard-light-hologram technology to come up with clever unprogrammed surprises during Danger Room sessions—but I refuse to back down. I growl back, “Yeah? What condition would that be, Wolverine?”

“If I have to come down there and save your ass, Pryde, you have to do whatever I say…and I do mean WHATEVER…on three different occasions, for as long as I say those occasions last. You’ll have to do any preparations I need you to do ahead of time to make those occasions work, too. Without complaint!”

“You’re not going to have to save me, Logan. I’m a big girl! I can take care of myself. Now just exactly WHAT are you fantasizing about making me do, you dirty old man?”

“You know me better than I thought you did, Katherine. I mean to teach you life lessons in ways you will never forget if you aren’t smart enough to give up the ghost and reset this scenario! I won’t get more specific. I’ll want you to be surprised!”

“Go away, Logan!” I spit back with a sheepish grin on my face. I think I’d probably like to be taught Logan’s life lessons. There hasn’t been any romance in my life since my teammate and proto-beau, Colossus, came back from the Secret Wars and announced he had fallen in love with an alien woman named Zsaji, who had subsequently perished during the wars. I was heartbroken, even though Peter—no Piotr is Colossus’s Russian name—and I had never got past kissing and petting fully clothed. I know Logan’s life lessons would likely be nastier than I can imagine. Still, I’m in a stubborn mood. “I’m not interested in fulfilling your fantasies, old man. Un-pause my program or agree to grant me a boon if I agree to your terms but manage to get through the scenario without having to be saved by some MAN!”

“Name the boon, Pryde, but you better understand that if THIS MAN has to come down there and save your ass, you are not going to forget the life lessons I teach you anytime soon!”

“I’ll take my chances. You know Nick Fury pretty well, right?”

“Yep!”

“I want to be trained as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Professor X would stop trying to send me down to the X-Babies then. When my training is over, I’ll even do missions for Fury as an auxiliary agent if he wants.”

“You got no idea of what you’re asking for, kid! The kind of training female S.H.I.E.L.D. agents get at the start isn’t anything like you’re imagining. Fury’s not going to consider taking you in as you are now, either. That said, the way things are going in this world, you’re in for some changes even if you surprise me and make it through this training exercise you’ve set yourself up for. Fury could use someone with your computer skills, not to mention your phasing powers, too. Fine, I’ll make your offer to Nicholas. Kitty, I’ll make that offer if you forgo this Danger Room exercise, too. The X-Men could use a girl with S.H.I.E.L.D. training who could share that training with the other X-Girls. Satisfied?”

“Sure! Thanks! Now un-pause my training exercise. I need to work up a sweat!”

I grin as Wolverine literally growls down at me. Finally he spits back, “So you agree to do whatever I say on three different occasions for as long as I want…and the prep work…without complaint, if I have to save your ass?”

“I said so didn’t I, Wolverine?”

“Yeah, you did. Tell me how the scenario works, just so I know you’re not stupid as well as certifiably nuts.”

“You un-pause the program and I battle these six samurai robots sword to sword while I try to cross the Danger Room to tap the control pad next to the exit. The Danger Room makes a new hard-light robot to add to the battle every thirty seconds at first…so I should be able to stay ahead of the computer for a while…but the replication process gradually increases in frequency as each second passes until there is a new robot added to the battle zone every five seconds. If I don’t get to the control pad within a dozen or so minutes, I could be battling several dozens of samurai robots at the same time. I’ll enjoy my workout for a while…then I’ll phase across the room, disrupting robots while their swords pass harmlessly through me, to the control pad, and then you owe me a phone call to Fury.”

“You’ll get that phone call, even when you lose, Shadowcat,” Logan replies with a chuckle as he pulls open the sliding transparent window at the front of the Danger Room control booth. “Like I said, the X-Men would benefit from one of their girls getting S.H.I.E.L.D. training and sharing part of it with the other X-Girls. Good luck, kid! Otherwise we’re going to have some fun Friday night. You ready?”

So, Logan thinks his fantasy is going to begin the day after tomorrow! In his dreams! “Ready, Logan!”

“Computer, RESUME PROGRAM!”

All six robots, swords held high, instantly begin circling me. I surprise them by whirling back instead of stepping towards the control pad I have to reach to win the battle scenario. Two robot heads, one after the other, pop into the air into the air as my katana swooshes in a controlled arc. Both of the robots and their heads disappear as the Shi’ar computer brain reabsorbs the hard light. The four samurai robots still left forming an arc around me attack in a coordinated series of slashes. I dance around, jump over, duck under, and phase through the slashes with ease.

The robots jump back out of range as I try to switch back to attack, and the one I end up going for easily parries my sword thrust. Two swords run through me while I phase, and then the attackers jump back again and suddenly I face five samurai robots. Thirty seconds passes just that fast!

I planned on playing the game for a while, but I decide I really want that S.H.I.E.L.D. training, so I dive through the nearest robot towards the control pad as I phase to disrupt its electronic circuits. I’m figuring my own body’s electrical field is my best weapon against the Danger Room computer, but I’m wrong! When I roll to my feet on the other side of the robot, I find its already facing me and making a slashing attack as its five colleagues—the Danger Room has made another hard-light opponent for me—re-circle me. The hard-light constructs aren’t the ones with electrical circuits, the Danger Room computer itself, built into the room’s wall, is!

Again I’m dancing, jumping, ducking, and phasing, now mostly on the defensive as the six samurai robots coordinate their attacks. That’s when I notice that I’m actually further away from the control pad as a result of attack avoidance than I started, and now there are seven samurai robots. This scenario is no pushover!

I can phase forever, as long as I can maintain my mental concentration, but keeping that concentration gets more difficult as my body gets tired. I leap and twist, taking one of the original samurai robots by surprise and slashing it in half at the waist. It goes poof, so I’m back to six opponents. Suddenly there are seven again. The rate of opponent creation is already noticeably faster, and I’m already puffing hard.

I jump and twist and slash even as I’m being slashed through by several of my opponents. Fortunately, I can phase my body but keep my hands and sword solid at the same time, so I’m just peachy even as two more robot heads pop off and up and I’m back to six opponents; the darn computer added another one to the fray while I was fighting.

Frankly, I’m having a blast! I go for another samurai robot as I begin backing toward the control pad at the Danger Room exit. I cut it in half at the torso as one of its friends jumps toward me. I parry and realize there’s a new samurai robot behind me, lurking over by the control pad that is my ultimate goal to reach. I go for another of the five robots circling me. It parries, but with a flick of my wrist I pop its head off. Now there’s only four robots attacking me, but two guarding the control pad. Another opponent has been manufactured!

I circle, forcing the four attackers to rotate with me, I mean five attackers—jeese the opponent production rate is getting to be fast—and now I can see the two robot samurais guarding the control pad look different than the others. One of the control pad guarders is glassy crystal looking while the other has what looks like bullhorns on its shoulders. A sword flashes straight through my phased neck, bringing my attention back to the attackers surrounding me, now six as another has been manufactured, and I realize I’m gasping for air. I need to end the scenario right away!

I phase and race towards the control pad, ignoring the attacking samurai robots circling me, one of which I pass right through. As my attackers twist around to follow me, I’ve gained more than a sword strike’s space between them and me. If I can phase through the different looking robots guarding the control pad and solidify my hand to press the ‘end program’ box on the touch pad, I’m home free.

All hell breaks loose as the shiny glassy robot flares into dozen’s of strobe lights and the bullhorn robot lets loose with a zillion decibels of sound. I lose my concentration and become solid flesh and blood as the attackers close in behind me. I parry two sword slashes, but I’m unable to get to a third strike flashing towards the right side of my head. I’m going to die!

My head explodes with pain and my eyes are filled with hazy bright spots as somehow, at the last minute, the flat of the samurai sword blade, instead of its edge, catches my temple. I’m on the floor, and another robot’s blade is whistling towards my neck, when all hell breaks loose again! This time, after a soft double ‘snik’ sound, pieces of solid-light robots are flying everywhere, and I feel wet on my face. I look at my gloved hands and see red—not the color red, but red blood! I know the blood isn’t coming from the hard-light robots that are being shredded by slashing and flashing adamantium claws as the Wolverine in beserker rage lets out one continuous bellow. Either I’m dying or Logan is! That’s what I’m thinking as the world goes black around me.

Chapter 2. ‘Date Night’ Preparations

“Owwwww!” I groan as I gradually become aware of the world around me. Something’s being rubbed against my right temple.

“Easy, kiddo!” a familiar low, gravelly voice urges. “You’re going to be all right.”

Somehow I manage to focus my vision on the Wolverine standing above me as I lie on a gurney in the X-Mansion’s medical bay. Logan is covered from head to toe in blood, obviously caused by dozens of deep sword slices. If it wasn’t for his mutant rapid-healing power he would be dead and it would have been my fault! I have tons of blood on me too, but I don’t know how much of it is mine. Rather than doing an inventory of limbs and appendages, I groan, “OWWW” again, and ask, “Oh, GOD! How bad is it? Oh, GOD, is my face a mess?” Well he IS working on my forehead!

“Nah! Relax, Kitty. Your skin’s so thick you didn’t even get a gash when the flat of the sword blade brained you. Your skin’s a little red, so I’m rubbing some healing salve the Scarlet Witch sent us into it. Your forehead may be a little tender through tomorrow, but there won’t even be a bruise. As far as I can tell, you’re not even nicked anywhere else. You’ll look great when I take you to where we’re going Friday night.”

“Jeese, Logan! That sounds creepy…like we’re going out on a date or something!”

“You thinking about trying to welsh on our agreement, Shadowcat?”

“NO! Never! Okay, you’ve got your first of three dates on Friday night if we are really both okay. What about you? You look like you’ve been through a blender!”

“I’ve been through worse, Katherine. Fact is, when I wash off the blood you’ll see I’ve already healed. Wasn’t no fun though! Hurt more than a little! You remember that while you’re feeling sorry for yourself Friday night and afterwards.”

“Oh, GOD! I’m really sorry about that, Logan. I realize now that I should have listened to you when you told me that scenario, the way I set the protocols, was beyond my skill level. I also realize I’d probably be dead if you hadn’t have jumped into the Danger Room. I promise, I’ll do whatever I have to do to make it up to you. Uhhhm! I do mean that, but I have to ask, are we really going to leave the X-Mansion together Friday night…like we are going on a date together?”

“Might be awkward, huh, kiddo? More so for me, given your age and our age difference! Have you mentioned to anyone about maybe trying to get training as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent?”

“Well, I might have told Illyana about using that to shut down the Professor’s plans to bust me down to New Mutant!” Of course I told Illyana Rasputin, old man. Magik IS my roommate and best friend after all! “Ohhh! I’m pretty sure I mentioned it to Stevie several times.”

“Good! We’re going to need Miss Hunter’s help in getting you ready for Friday night. Listen up, Pryde! We’re going to tell Stevie and everyone else that I’m taking you to meet someone Friday night who can recommend you to S.H.I.E.L.D. recruiters for training as an auxiliary agent. We need to emphasize that you need to look hot, because Fury expects his female agents to be real firecrackers. Anyone who’s taken a gander at the Black Widow, Mockingbird, or any other female agent you can name will have to admit to that. Pay attention, Kitty! We won’t be lying exactly because I WILL be recommending you to Fury personally the Monday after Friday after getting some of your baggage out of the way. Is that clear?”

“I won’t quibble about telling half lies, Logan, given that you’re promising to try to get me into S.H.I.E.L.D., as I asked. However, it isn’t totally clear! What baggage of mine are you getting out of the way?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, Pryde! I’ll take care of it. Now, whatever you do, don’t tell anyone about the agreement you foolishly made rather than reprogramming the Danger Room scenario protocols. I don’t need Charlie on my ass for sexually harassing you! You don’t think I sexually harassed you into this, do you, Shadowcat?”

“Would it matter if I did, Logan?” I ask as I watch Wolverine pull a syringe and needle out of one cupboard above the room’s sink and a bottle of liquid out of another. “Never mind!” I say as I watch Logan fill the syringe with the liquid. “I don’t think that at all. I was given plenty of chances to see the light AND get your call to Fury at the same time. You are NOT going to stick THAT in ME are you? What the heck are you putting in that syringe?”

“This is just a chemical that will neutralize other chemicals already in your bloodstream, Katherine. Don’t worry about it. You’re abdomen might feel a little strange later tonight or tomorrow morning, but don’t be concerned. It’s to be expected. Tell me, Pryde! Has it occurred to you that the Danger Room computer modified the scenario parameters to counter your mutant powers…very specifically your mutant powers…after you insulted it by calling it stupid? I think you’re right about it being semi-sentient!”

“Yeah, that thought passed through my mind as I watched a deadly sword swing towards my head,” I reply sarcastically, knowing that Logan is trying to distract me from my question about the chemical he is now injecting into my arm. What the heck! I’ve basically agreed to do anything at all related to Friday night or his two other ‘occasions’ in the future. I’m not going to quibble over a little injection!

“A computer acting like a spurned woman!” Logan observes as he puts the bottle away and disposes of the syringe. “Being kind to the Shi’ar technology though, it seems rather unlikely that the hard-light robot samurai twisted the blade at the last minute to strike you with its flat side rather than with the edge by accident. Computers don’t fuck up! Perhaps I’m not the only one trying to teach you life lessons before you cause serious damage to yourself.”

“I take your point…mostly, Logan,” I grumble unhappily. “No hint as to where we’re going Friday night?”

“Nope! Just be happy, like most normal girls would be, that you’ve got someone spending money on you. Go upstairs and bring me a list of the sizes you take in clothing. Everything! Shoes, stockings, pants, blouses, dresses, coats, collars, hats, brassieres, and panties. Everything! I’ll be in the den talking to Miss Hunter. She’s going to be taking you to get your hair and nails done. You’re even going to get waxed. She’ll need to get you makeup to go with the duds I have delivered tomorrow afternoon, too, and training in makeup application if you need it. The makeup needs to be done so well that no one could possibly begin to guess how old you might be. Damn, I’m going to be in the doghouse with everyone if I don’t deliver on the S.H.I.E.L.D. training. Off you go, kiddo! After you give me the list, you better start resting up. You’re going to need to be fresh and full of energy Friday night!”

“…waxed means your assuming she’s going to be inspected nude, Logan!” I hear Stevie Hunter declare as I enter the den. As my face grows deep red with embarrassment, I can see the back of Stevie’s dark-skinned neck underneath her ebony cornrows while she sits on the couch facing Logan. Wolverine is standing before Stevie with his fists on his hips, as my dance teacher sighs in protest, “We can’t go along with that, can we? I mean, how do we know the S.H.I.E.L.D. bastard won’t try to make Kitty let him sample her wares? Shouldn’t you stay with her to protect her virtue?”

“Nope! I’ll be nearby at a bar, but both Pryde and I will have our smart phones with us. She COULD text me if she gets in over her head. Yes, she might have to show the talent scout what she’s got…and it might be a bitch rather than a bastard…but Kitty talked me into getting the interview by insisting she’s a big girl now. And she is! You’ve got to forget about her age, Stevie! Shadowcat is a costumed vigilante so laws and moral standards don’t count for beans anymore, now that the Arcade case got overturned. Just do what I asked, okay?”

I hear Stevie sigh even louder before declaring with exasperation in her voice, “Okay! I just can’t believe my little Kitten is growing up so fast. You sure you want me to insist that Kitty gets a landing strip, Logan? I mean, what if she wants to go with something fancier, like a heart attack?”

“No!” the Wolverine growls as I finally step into the room to see that Logan has changed into denim and a tee-shirt. “That would make her look less mature, and we want her to appear to be as adult as possible. That’s why the makeup job is going to be so….”

“It’s okay, Stevie,” I proclaim with as much reassurance as possible to announce my presence. Wolverine grins as I hold out my list of clothing sizes while I continue with, “I’ll go with whatever styles and whatnot you recommend. I REALLY want to get the S.H.I.E.L.D. training.”

Miss Hunter stands and gives me a hug after Logan takes the list from me, before declaring, “Oh, very well, Kitty! I just hope you know what you’re doing. I’ve met some female S.H.I.E.L.D. agents at some parties Jean and Misty Knight held at their place. From what I was told, there’s three weeks of sex technique classes before a girl even gets to hear the word ‘spy’.”

“Which I’m sure the recruiter will explain to Shadowcat when the time is right, Miss Hunter,” Logan interjects tersely as my face grows ever redder. “Get the wax Friday afternoon, so it’s fresh that evening. The manicure and pedicure on Friday too, so you’ll know what color to get the nails painted. I should have her duds delivered by tomorrow afternoon!”

“You can do the hair tomorrow. Get rid of the ponytail, but keep the back fairly long…say at least to the bottom of the shoulder blades. Side bangs, not forehead bangs; we want Kitty to look like a Katherine!”

“Makeup application classes on both days. You should probably take the New Mutant girls along with you for those.”

“Oh, and save some time for Kitty to practice walking in the high heels I’ll be getting her tomorrow, which will arrive with the duds. In case you haven’t figured it out already, I don’t want the doorman, the recruiter, or anyone else we meet, to be able to tell whether our Katherine is thirty-five or barely legal!”

“Anything else, acting School Master Logan?” Stevie pops back, obviously a bit peeved at Wolverine’s brusqueness as he gives his instructions.

“No!” Logan spits back, before saying more softly, “I mean, yes. Thanks for your help with this, Stevie. I know this is going to be a really big event in Kitty’s life, and I want it to go well! I’ll do my best to get her into the S.H.I.E.L.D. training program after Friday night, and, while I know the kid has some rapid maturing to do, I know she’ll be up for it. Please don’t spend any more time repeating salacious rumors about what the training program might be like. If the recruiter agrees Shadowcat has the right stuff, Friday, I’ll bluntly tell her what she’s up for if she signs the induction-into-service paperwork. Can I leave you two to make the necessary appointments and such?”

“Sure, Logan, we’ll take care of everything!” Stevie proclaims with a smile on her face now that she’s gotten Logan’s words of appreciation. My face grows grimmer as I inventory all of Logan’s half truths and unstated reasons. What the heck does the Wolverine have planned for me Friday night?

Friday night, after two full days that blur together due to a myriad of activities, comes faster than I could ever imagine. Now I’m standing before the mirror touching up my makeup after dressing. My face is powdered, but we’ve gone without using rouge/blush. I’ve used a dark brown for both eyebrow pencil and mascara, given that my hair is brown. For eyeshadow I’ve gone with an eggplant color, and used slightly darker eyeliner, to make my brown eyes really pop. I’ve gone with lipstick rather than lip gloss, thinking the former makes me look more mature, and chosen deep blood red as the right color to go with my clothes.

My brown hair has been cut and permed into gentle curls, is parted along the center of my head, and falls to the middle of my back. My side bangs fall to slightly below my collar bone. I blush as I think about my other hair. My armpits and legs have been freshly shaved, naturally, but it’s the wax job I got down below that is causing me to redden. Yep, I’m sporting a thin dark-brown strip of hair above the apex of my privates. The waxing procedure to get the landing strip was pretty interesting if a bit…discomforting.

All twenty of my nails have been shaped and filed during the manicure and pedicure. They are painted dark red, again to go with my clothes.

I shiver as I step back from the mirror to stare down at those clothes. I feel so…. Well I think the word for what I’m feeling is, sexy. I love the bright red strapless cocktail dress Logan had delivered yesterday afternoon. The dress’s daring bust leaves the top half of my perfect-shaped B-cups showing, and the back, where the zipper is, drops even lower. When the dress is zipped up, it is tight around my slim waist. The hem is so high that it barely reaches below the curve of my butt cheeks, making my narrow hips look fuller than they really are. Stevie was furious with the dress at first, but I pointed out that a lot of the ballet dance costumes she wore during performances, before she was injured and had to give up professional dancing, revealed more leg and not a lot less upper torso. Stevie’s changed her mind and says I look great in the dress!

With the dress came bright red open-toed high heels. I’ve spent some time walking in them over the last two afternoons, so I’m pretty sure I won’t fall on my ass in them tonight! No stockings came with the duds, so either Logan forgot them or decided my shapely dance legs, probably my best feature, look better without them.

Lastly, I received a sexy pair of black lacy panties and a lacy strapless underwire plunge brassiere, also black in color. Under the dress, my B-cups almost looked buxom, but you could almost see the bra under the rim of the cocktail dress’s bust, so I’ve decided to forgo wearing that particular lingerie.

“Come in, we’re all decent,” Stevie calls out as there is a gentle rap on the door of the bedroom I share with Illyana. Illyana and the rest of the New Mutant’s girls—Danielle Moonstar, Amara Aquilla, and Rahne Sinclair are in the room with us too, kibitzing as I dressed; I’ve actually grown a lot closer to these girls over the last two days! The door opens to reveal the male New Mutants, Sam Guthrie, Roberto da Costa, and Doug Ramsey.

“Kitty, Logan is downstairs in the den waiting for you,” Sam says almost stuttering as he and his two wingmen gape at me. I blush as I watch bulges form in the crotches of their pants, and my nipples stiffen into my dress’s bosom in response. “He asked us to come and fetch you!”

“Did he?” I chirp in a tone I’ve never heard myself use before. My God, these boys think I’m sexy and I’m using a BEDROOM voice on them! What’s more, the fact that I know they want me is causing me to feel, strange, in my loins. I shake my head to try to pull myself together, and I say in a more normal tone, “Thanks, Sam. Tell Logan I just need to load my purse with some stuff and then I’ll be right down. We wouldn’t want to be late meeting this S.H.I.E.L.D. talent scout Wolverine knows, would we?”

All three boys just stand their gawking at me as I pick up the red clutch purse that was delivered along with the clothes and stick the tube of lipstick and some tissues in it, along with my house keys. I probably couldn’t use any of the other makeup well enough without the other girls’ kibitzing anyhow, so I turn to Stevie and ask, “Have I forgotten anything?”

“GO!” Stevie barks at the ogling boys, and watches them race away before she turns back to me. “No, you are more than ready for this, Kitten. Damn you look grown up, girl! Please try to have fun and be careful at the same time. Something about Logan’s story just doesn’t add up, though, so do try to watch yourself.”

“Logan’s going to do whatever Logan’s going to do, Stevie, as am I,” I respond back nonchalantly even though butterflies are growing in my stomach. Illyana and I spent half the night last night speculating about what sort of life lesson Logan might have in mind to teach me. Yeah, I know I wasn’t supposed to say anything about my agreement with the Wolverine. A girl’s got to talk to someone about stuff, and Illyana IS my roommate!

“Wish me luck!” I say and then hug the five girls in my room. Stevie takes the hint and remains behind with the New Mutants as I hurry down the stairs while being careful not to trip in the heels.

Logan whistles his appreciation as I stride into the den. I blush badly under the admiring stare coming from his gleaming brown eyes, suddenly feeling like the ugly duckling that just realizes she’s turned into the beautiful swan she always was. Okay, beginning to turn into something less ugly than the duckling!

Logan is dressed in blue denim pants and a light-blue short-sleeve pullover shirt. He’s got a brown tweed sports coat over that. Surprisingly, he’s wearing brown slip-ons to match his brown belt, instead of his usual cowboy boots, and dark blue socks underneath. I blush as I notice the growing bulge in the crotch of Wolverine’s pants. My blush deepens as I notice that the three New Mutant boys are down here now, ogling me yet again with their own bulges still evident.

I try to ignore the boys and their hungry looks as I hurry to stand in front of Logan. I’m only five-foot-six-inches tall and weigh only a hundred-and-ten pounds. Still, in the high heels, I seem to tower over Logan, despite the wings his fluffy black hair makes from the top of his muttonchops to the upper top sides of his skull. Logan is only five-foot-three-inches tall, but he’s muscular and stocky. The Wolverine weighs a healthy one-hundred-and-ninety-five pounds!

“Have we got a minute, Logan?” I ask as I glance to the three New Mutants, hoping the boys will go away.

“Just about. What’s up?”

“I just thought you should know I didn’t wear the bra. From anywhere above my bust, you can see the edge of the bra just behind the edge of the dress’s bust line. I love the dress, by the way.”

“So do I! You look great! If you don’t mind flashing your headlights, neither do I. Let’s blow this joint!”

I’m grinning all the way to the garage!

In the garage, Logan walks past his motorcycle and Jeep to Professor Xavier’s Rolls Royce Phantom. He pulls something out of his pants pocket as he opens the front passenger side door, and growls, “If you’ve brought your driver’s license with you (he knows I have, I just got it for Christ’s sake!), stick it in the glove compartment. I had Stevie take a headshot of you yesterday when you got back from the hairdresser, and had a guy I know make this. Put it in your purse!”

I take the small card and look at it. It’s a driver’s license with the same number as mine, looks the same too, but it says I’m twenty-two years old! I stick it in my purse and remove my real I.D., and then climb into the car.

“Where are we going, Logan?” I ask after Wolverine opens the other door, tosses his sports coat into the back seat, and sits behind the wheel while I stick my real I.D. in the glove compartment. I get ignored as Logan pulls out of the garage and drives down the X-Mansion’s obscenely long driveway to the estate’s main gate.

As Logan pulls out onto the main road, he finally deigns to reply with, “You’ll see, kiddo!”

I squirm for a while and wait until we’re on the freeway to the Big Apple before insisting, “I have a right to know, Logan! It’s not like I’m going to back out of our agreement…whatever you tell me. I’ll do whatever you say all night long until you tell me this…date…is over.”

“You shouldn’t be worrying your pretty little head about it, Katherine!” Logan snaps back, seeming somewhat peeved. He takes a deep breath before saying more politely, “I know you won’t try to welsh on our agreement, Pryde. That’s why I didn’t bring a metahuman power inhibitor collar with us.”

I nod at THAT bit of news! Why the heck would a friend and teammate even think about bringing a mutant power neutralizer? I mull that over for ten minutes before I grumble, “Why can’t I know where we’re going, Wolverine?”

“We’re going to a bar in lower Manhatten. Why? Where did you think we’re going, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know, Logan! Illyana and I talked about it quite a bit last night. She thinks you’re taking me to a cutter!”

“You talk too much, Katherine ‘Kitty’ Pryde! You mean a cutter…as in a castratrix?”

“Yeah…like the Scarlet Witch. I think the legal term is severe body modification technician.”

“And you think I’m taking you to one of those?”

“Illyana thought maybe. Are you going to punish me by getting me fixed? That would certainly be a life lesson I would never forget! Do you know a cutter in Manhattan?”

“Yep! Sure do! In the same borough as the bar I said we were going to, too. You girls fantasize about getting yourselves circumcised, do you?”

By now I’m blushing beet red, as I gasp, “Is that what the fake I.D. is for? So that you can make me sign the consent forms at the body modification technician’s office? Hoping that getting me clipped will make me change in a favorable way? Or is that just how you get your kicks?”

“Wow!” the Wolverine declares and then chuckles to himself. “That I.D. is good, but wouldn’t make it through the cross check my castratrix friend would put it through. However, I did bring your Shadowcat duds with us…they’re in the trunk…and costumed vigilantes are fair game for cutters! Have been ever since the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals ruling on the Arcade case, which stipulates that because costumed vigilantes operate, by choice, outside the law, they do not deserve the protection of the law. My friend wouldn’t ask for your identification. She’d know Shadowcat when she saw her! As for getting my kicks, I enjoy watching a nice declitting as much as the next guy. In what kind of favorable way do you think getting cut would change you, anyhow, Pryde?”

“Why did you bring my X-Men costume?”

“In case of trouble! I brought mine too! Answer my question, Kitty. We’ll be where we’re going shortly.”

I suddenly notice we’re off the freeway and driving through the city. I shrug as my blush diminishes and my jangled nerves quite down. I reply matter-of-factly, “They say getting circumcised makes girls more tractable without interfering with their reproductive processes. You’re supposed to become a harder worker and better citizen afterwards, too. No misspent time worrying about your love life or those kinds of physical needs. No impulses to cheat on your husband or become an unwed mother. Illyana says she wants to be a castratrix like the Scarlet Witch when she gets older.”

“That girl is scary enough already as it is!” Logan spits as he turns the car into what is obviously the entertainment section of the borough. “Tell you what, Pryde! If you lose your nerve and run on me once we get inside the club, or if you hesitate for more than a second, either of which will embarrass me to my friends, I’ll take you to my castratrix friend and we’ll see if that hogwash propaganda your roommate has been feeding you has any truth to it. I know for a fact that Dr. Carla Cummings is home and wouldn’t complain about getting some spur of the moment business involving a superheroine. Keep your wits about you, kiddo, and you’ll have to wait to find out if a nice declitting is the cure we’ve all been dreaming of. Just to cover contingencies, however, when we get to date night number three, now that you’ve put the idea into my head, I think you giving Carla a little work would be a real hoot!”

“Wolverine, please stop yanking on my chain and forget that I ever mentioned the word ‘cutter’,” I plead softly as we pull into a parking lot behind a fancy looking bar called Club STW*, with a ‘*share the wealth’ under its main logo. “I promise I’ll do my best not to lose my nerve and do everything you tell me to do, without complaint, immediately after you tell me to do it. Don’t worry! I know darn well you’re going to do your best to make me lose that nerve, too!”

“You stop worrying, too, Pryde!” Wolverine chuckles as he opens the car’s glove compartment and pulls something with an attached string-like feature out. “That third ‘date’ and life lesson is probably four months away. I may lose my hankering to watch a nice declitting by then.”

Logan laughs as I squirm, before continuing with, “Seriously, kid, pay attention! When we go inside, we’re sticking with your real name, but you’re twenty-two and you’re an up-and-coming fashion model. That’s why you’re so damn skinny! Don’t go off script, and don’t ask for or accept a drink I don’t give you myself. You’ll have some water too, but sip that rather than drink. Bathroom breaks are going to be scarce for you! Understand?”

“Well at least it sounds like you don’t plan on getting me drunk!” I glibly declare before saying more seriously, “Yes, I won’t have any trouble remembering my cover, Logan. I want to be trained as a spy, remember?”

“Yep!” Logan spits back as he chuckles again, before adding, “But that was the easy part. The hard part, that you MUST keep straight the whole night, is that I’m neither Logan nor Wolverine anymore.” I watch as Wolverine musses up his hair really badly and then puts the string around the back of his head and adjusts something in front of his face. “My name is, Patch, and don’t you dare forget it if you want to avoid an early visit to Dr. Cummings! What do you think? It’s over my left eye, right?”

I burst out giggling as I see that Logan’s wearing a black pirate patch over his left eye. THAT’S a disguise? I giggle again before declaring, “Yes, Lo…Patch, the patch is over the right…I mean the correct eye.”

“Good! I screwed that up once a long time ago in Madripoor! Left a lot of corpses behind me after that one! Don’t you screw up on me tonight, Pryde, and let’s see you show your grit. You’re going to be pissed at me pretty soon…probably for a while…but I bet you’ll admit you mostly had a good time when the night’s behind us! Get out! We’re going inside!”

Chapter 3. Ouzo at Club STW

Wolverine has me tuck my arm through his elbow and then leads me through the parking lot around to the front of the club. There’s a lectern with a huge black bald-headed guy, no doubt a bouncer, standing behind it in front of a glass door flanked by two wide floor-to-ceiling windows that make up the front wall of the establishment. There’s a couple of glowing neon beer advertisers hanging on the inside of the windows, but the windows are mostly unblocked, and I can see the bar is jam-packed with customers. There’s a line of more than a dozen people before the lectern waiting to get into the club, so I’m wondering if Logan’s ‘date’ night is going to work out after all.

Logan walks right past the line of people—mostly casually dressed men but with a couple of hot looking girls wearing low-cut short-skirted dresses—and nods to the big dark-skinned bruiser behind the lectern. As the ‘bouncer’ grins at Wolverine with what appears to be a look of relief, Logan says, “It’s good to see you, Curly. Is Pat in?”

“You’re running late, Patch!” Curly observes with a hint of ire before answering in a respectful tone, “Yeah, Pat’s helping out behind the bar. He’ll get you your drinks. Hot looking date! I need to card her!”

“You making a fuss over ten minutes, Curly?” Wolverine growls as he glares at the mountain of muscle in front of us. With a sheepish look on his face, the black guy holds up his hands in a half-hearted signal of surrender, and Logan continues with, “We’re late because she needed the time to get looking as smoking hot as she looks. Don’t worry! I expect she’ll be a cheap date. Assuming the service is good, I’m betting our table will still become available at eight, as I promised Pat. Is everything else set up? Show the man your driver’s license, Katherine.”

As I’m pulling the fake I.D. out of my clutch purse, Curly is already sputtering in apology to Logan. The bouncer hardly glances at my picture before passing the card back and stamping the back of both Logan’s and my right hands with ‘PAID’ in black ink.

“Nothing to worry about, Patch!” the dark-skinned giant replies to Logan’s last question with a worried look on his face. “Pat will hit the button himself when the time comes, and will handle delivery himself, too. You ain’t going to blackball my ass, are you?”

As I put the card back into my purse, Logan grins at Curly and exclaims, “Hell no, Curly! Sorry about the short fuse. I spent the drive here answering awkward questions. Stop by the ‘RC bar and grill’ some night when I’m there and I’ll buy you a beer…maybe even talk Blackie into letting you into the back room if you have the stomach for it.” As Curly grins back to Logan and shakes his head in response to the offer I don’t understand the significance of, I suddenly realize Wolverine’s bad temper a moment ago was all a diversion to make sure the big black guy didn’t scrutinize ME too closely.

“Naw, those boys play too rough for my taste, Patch!” Curly declares as he turns back to the guy at the front of the line still waiting for his entrance stamp. Logan rushes me forward and through the front door to Club STW.

The big main room—with its bar running its entire length on one side and containing at least twenty round four-chair tables—which I’m guessing only takes up half the building, is buzzing with noise. Logan guides me through the room, almost all the way to the back, where there’s a table with a ‘RESERVED FOR WEALTH’ sign on it. My stocky date quickly pulls out one of the four chairs, the one facing the front entrance, for me and I take a seat. Logan shrugs as he takes the seat across from me, facing the back of the room. I know the Wolverine doesn’t like sitting with his back to so many people, and I’m curious as to why he has done so.

I look around while Logan glares towards the bar, which has nearly a dozen casually dressed men sitting on stools before it. Most of the tables are filled with casually dressed guys, too. Lots of the men are staring at our table with hungry looks on their faces. I can only see three or four sexily dressed women sitting with what looks to be husbands around the room, and at none of those tables does there appear to be two couples. A couple of the women are grinning our way, too. Logan is a strange looking guy even without the pirate patch! There are three or four waitresses in black costumes consisting of flat shoes, fishnet stockings, micro-skirts, and tube tops carrying trays of drinks around the room. There’s a gap in the back wall in one corner, past where the bar ends, which might lead to a kitchen. There’s a short hall in the center of the back wall which ends with the doors to male and female bathrooms facing each other in opposite walls. In the other corner of the back wall, on the opposite side of the room from the bar, there’s a door with a big white sign on it that says ‘SHARING ROOM’ in big red letters.

My attention is drawn back to our table as a skinny Irishman in his fifties shows up and shakes Logan’s hand, while exclaiming, “Patch, me boyo, you made it!” He looks at me and blinks, and then looks back to Logan with a questioning look on his face.

“Yep! Sorry we’re a little late, Pat. Pat, this is Miss Katherine Pryde. Kitty, this is Pat, the owner of this fine establishment and one of my most challenging competitors. Show the man the stamp on the back of your hand, darling! Everything set up and ready to go, Pat?”

I quickly hold my right hand out so that the gray-haired apron-wearing owner can see that Curly’s already checked my I.D. Pat gives me another hard look and turns back to Logan, observing, “Skinny looking thing, isn’t she, Patch? Reminds me of my daughter, Mary…before she went to college!”

“Yep! Katherine is a fashion model. They like them skinny and small-breasted in that industry.” Logan chuckles as my face reddens.

“Yes, sir, I heard that. Yes, we’re all set up. What can I get you, Patch?” As he asks the question, Pat picks up the reserved sign and tucks it into his apron pouch.

“Bring me a pint of ale…whatever you have on tap. Bring Kitty two shots of ouzo. Two glasses, not a double. Bring a small glass of ice water on the side. If you can get a waitress to deliver the drinks ASAP, I can still keep my schedule from sliding back in time. You’ll keep an eye on us, won’t you?”

“Am I an Irishman or not, me boyo?” Pat chortles jovially. “I’ll be getting your drinks myself! I’ll be thanking you ahead of time for sharing your company with us. Be right back!” Then the dapper man bows to me and says, “Miss Pryde, a pleasure I’m sure!” before rushing off.

“Patch,” I say, and grin as I’m remembering to be clever, “what do you mean when you say Pat is one of your most challenging competitors?”

“I own a bar, a much smaller and less fancy one than this, which offers side entertainment in very roughly the same category, Kitty. Please don’t mention that to any of our friends, and please don’t press for any details.”

“Okay, then,” I say with frustration forming on my face, “although I may soon be wondering what we CAN talk about. Here’s a safe one! What did you order for me to drink? What’s this stuff called ouzo, and why two shot glasses at once?”

“Sorry for being so secretive, darling!” Logan replies with what seems to be a genuine apology. “I guess I should have asked you before I ordered the drinks. You like licorice don’t you?” As I nod, Logan grins and declares, “Good! I’ve ordered you two shots of an anise alcohol, served ice cold, that’s about as strong as whiskey and tastes like licorice. There’ll be a pleasant burn as it goes down, and you’ll feel the effects fairly quickly, but there’s not much chance it will make you ill if I don’t give you any more for a while. The water will help cool the burn if it’s needed. By having two glasses, I can judge the effects the first one is having on you before I feed you the second.”

“Great, I think!” I say with less than a lot of conviction. I was never one to sneak drinks from my parents’ liquor cabinet. “What do people do here…besides drink? I don’t see a dance floor.”

“Well, drinking is what a lot of people come here for, Pryde,” Logan replies with a chuckle. “I hope that doesn’t make sense to you for a good long time to come. There’s the widescreens tuned to sports above the bar, of course. The back room will open later, and a lot of folks have fun back there. Maybe we’ll steal our way back there and give you a sneak peak before that happens…after you’ve finished your drinks. Did you and the other girls have fun getting you ready for tonight?”

“A blast actually, Wo…Patch!” I blush as I nearly screw up, and then continue with, “It was fun to do some things I’ve never done before. I also probably got to know the New Mu…new girls better in two days than I did during the past year or so since they joined us. They’re all pretty cool, actually! Don’t you dare tell the Professor I said that! I want to stay…. Well I want stay with the group that brought me to the dance.”

“I actually think that’s what Charlie really wants too, Kitty,” Logan says, and then nods to Pat who’s approaching with a tray. “I’ll explain in a minute.”

“Has the action been fairly consistent during prime time for the last couple of months since I was last here, Pat?” Logan asks as the Irishman distributes our drinks. The two shot glasses set before me have what looks like ice crystals floating in a clear liquid. Logan’s ale is in a tall clear glass and has an amber color to it.

“Hardly a night goes by without some fun loving folks sharing the wealth, me boyo,” Pat replies with a grin on his face before smirking at me. “I can always use new faces, though, so I’m glad to have you and Miss Pryde gracing us with your presence. Naturally, your drinks are on the house!”

“Why thank you, Pat!” Logan replies with a genuine smile on his face. “May you find the rain falling from the sky to be nothing but shamrocks!”

“And I thank ye, Patch! I’ll leave you and your girl to enjoy your drinks. Just hold your hand up if you need something, and me or one of the girls will be right here!”

“Will do, Pat!” Logan proclaims. “I hope Katherine here will see a lot more of you later!”

“You couldn’t stop me, boyo,” Pat chortles as he rushes away.

“Where was I?” Logan asks as he turns his attention back to me. “Oh, yeah! I don’t think Charlie really wants you to stop being part of the main team. He could, however, use a bridge between the older group and the younger group. That’s where you could help. You wouldn’t be training with them. You’ve had much more experience than they have, and you’re academically WAY ahead of all of them.”

“Socially, however, you’re much closer to the younger kids in terms of life experience, although still more rounded than they are, and you have more interests in common with them than with the older group, too. Surely, you can make sense of what I’m saying. Jean and Ororo are more like older sisters to you than friends…that’s probably the case with Betsy and…Marie…too. It’s going to only get worse now that Frost has joined us.”

“You should spend more time with the younger girls…the boys as well…learning about things the older girls have already explored…and either abandoned or embraced. You’ll be getting a taste tonight of that previously unexplored world waiting for you to discover, Kitty. I think you’ll find the younger girls eager to hear about it, and the older girls not so much so. Okay, I’ll get off the soapbox. Down one of the shot glasses in one pour! Don’t follow with water if you don’t need to!”

“Okay, Patch,” I say very softly as I pick up one of the shot glasses. It’s ice cold! I put the rim of the miniature glass to my lips and tip back my head. I smell licorice and feel the ice crystals as I gulp the cold liquid. The ouzo is halfway to my belly before my esophagus begins to feel a gentle burn, and then my stomach grows warm. I cough once as I set my shot glass down and grin, before declaring, “Oh, I think I like that!”

“Good!” Logan exclaims, and then takes a long pull on his beer. “That should help settle your nerves for later on.”

“Why, what’s going on later on?” I ask, and then, after Wolverine shakes his head with a smirk on his face, I spit, “Never mind! Is what Stevie said about S.H.I.E.L.D. training for female agents true?”

“If you want to know something, kiddo, don’t be vague!”

“Is there really three weeks of sex technique classes before a girl learns anything she can actually use for espionage work?”

“Yep!”

“REALLY!”

“Yep! No one washes out of the program before the first three weeks are over with, too.”

“That seems like a really big waste of perfectly good training time!”

“Nope!”

“Why?”

“The bad guys…and girls…will keep an agent alive, rather than terminate her, for a lot longer if they find she can give great head and fuck their brains out. The sex technique classes are survival 101, which makes them extremely useful for espionage work. Speaking of brains, how’s your head, Kitty?”

“Not numb enough to ignore your crassness, Lo…Patch! Why don’t they wash any girls out of the program during that part of the training regimen?”

“Because the trainees use fulltime S.H.I.E.L.D. agents as education props to polish their skills. If Fury sent any of the trainees home early, he’d get an earful from the men and women who work for him!”

“Men AND women?”

“Yep! Changed your mind about S.H.I.E.L.D. training, pumpkin?”

“Heck no! I’ll do whatever it takes to become an auxiliary S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. The professor isn’t going to push me down into the younger team…Patch.”

“If I get you into spy school, Pryde, I’m going to be expecting you to share what you learn with the other girls, both older and younger.”

“So you can be used as an education prop!” I hiss as I glare at Logan. Then I look downward as I blush with embarrassment, and declare, “Sorry! You didn’t deserve that. I’ll tell any girl that will listen to me about what I learned in all parts of my training. You said you would talk to Nick Fury on Monday?”

“Yep! Assuming we get rid of that baggage you’re carrying tonight.”

“I ask again, what baggage, L…Patch?

“I can smell an intact hymen all the way across a room, Katherine. There ain’t no room for virgins in spy school!”

“You ARE a dirty old man…Patch!”

“Yep!”

“What if I say you’re wrong about me?”

“You’d be fibbin’!”

“You’re damned sure of yourself, you smug son-of-a-…!

“Yep! Pick up your second shot. We’re gonna have a toast!”

I glower at Logan for three seconds before I pick up the full shot glass as he holds his beer out towards me. We clink glasses together after he declares with a grin on his face, “To the end of life as it was, and to the beginning of life as it will be. Let’s hope the future is at least as interesting as the past!”

“I can drink to that, I guess,” I say as Wolverine pulls his beer towards his lips. I push the shot glass to my mouth and try to remember to avoid sipping. As the ice-cold liquid pours down my throat, it burns more this time, and there’s a warm glow in my belly when I finish swallowing. “WOW!” I exclaim, and then cough. “This stuff really packs a punch!”

“Yep! Head spinning?”

“No, I’m fine,” I lie and then take a quick sip of my water to stop from coughing again. “I’m a little light headed, but my tummy’s fine now and I can still think straight…Patch.”

“Good! I’m starting our game now, Pryde. Remember to do exactly what I say when I say it without hesitation…or we leave and take a short ride to see Dr. Cummings.”

I’m sure there’s a deer-in-headlights look on my face as I nod, but Logan doesn’t skip a beat before commanding, “Hand me your panties, Kitty. NOW!”

No doubt my face now makes it pretty obvious that the deer-in-the-headlights just swallowed something really, really rotten as I freeze in my seat for a split second. I’m suddenly VERY aware that most of the guys in the room are staring at our table—have probably never stopped staring—at ME! A normal girl would probably have sense enough to run in search of a protector. Unfortunately, I’m not a normal girl. I’m Shadowcat of the X-Men. Instead of running, I reply, “Uhmm, okay.” God I’m pathetic!

I look around at all of the eyes on me again as Wolverine waits patiently with a smirk on his face. Yeah, I agreed to do ANYTHING I was told! I just never considered the possibility that I would be asked to HUMILIATE myself! I take another sip of ice water, set the glass down, and push both hands down to the seat of my chair. I slide my hands forward, and then under the hem of my cocktail dress. God I’m glad it’s so short!

I slide my hands up my thighs, pulling the dress hem up as my arms rise, and grab my panties’ waist band. I push my hands down, still gripping the waist band, as I push with my legs while arching my back to use the chair’s back to let me lift my butt upward. When the panties have been slid down over my thighs, I lower my butt, let go of the waistband, and smooth my dress’s skirt downward. Then I pull my right hand up to grip the crotch of my panties, damp I discover with my female juices as a result of many minutes of discussion with sexual overtones, while I press the center of my dress’s skirt downward with my left hand to prevent any of the staring patrons from getting an ‘up-skirt’ glimpse of my privates.

I pull forward/downward on my panties’ crotch until they slide over my knees. Then I squirm my legs back and forth and up and down while twisting to-and-fro as needed to work the lingerie down to my ankles. Somehow I managed to work my left foot through the leg hole, and use my right foot to lift the panties up to where I can reach them with my left hand, now using my right hand to hold my skirt down to prevent views up my skirt. I pluck the underwear off my foot, wad them into a tight ball, and push my left hand back over the table to silently hold the ball of panties out towards Logan. As I wait, I’m well aware that anyone looking—and a lot of people are looking—can tell I’ve powdered my face; I’m blushing beet red as they can see from my neck and ears!

“Are those for me, darling?” Logan asks rhetorically as he grins like a Cheshire cat. When I nod, he holds his open hand under my tightly clenched fist and waits until I drop the tightly balled panties into it. Naturally, the wadded lingerie un-balls while my blush intensifies as they land on his hand. My humiliation worsens as Wolverine makes a show of unfolding the black lacy panties, and then he pushes the crotch of the underwear under his nose and takes an exaggerated sniff. Logan’s eyes roll back as if he was sniffing expensive perfume, and he croons, “Uhhmmm, nice! Thank you, sweetheart!”

Now I’m sure I look like I’m about to cry—because I’m very near to doing so—and Logan shrugs his shoulders before wadding up the underwear and stuffing them into his pants pocket. “Sorry, Pryde!” Wolverine offers as he shrugs again. “But the best life lessons are hard learned! How’s your head?”

A single tear rolls down my right cheek, and I wipe it away before proclaiming, “I’m okay…just a little light headed. My stomach’s fine too!”

“Good! I don’t want you to puke the liquor out before it gets into your bloodstream. You’re going to need the buzz! You’ll enjoy the rest of the night better if you’re just a touch numb to the newness of it all. Now! I want you to go to the ladies’ room and pee and do whatever else you need to do…except puke. Drain yourself well. It’s going to be a while before you get another bathroom break. Be careful in those high heels! I don’t think you could take being laughed at just now if you trip. When you get back, we’ll explore some of the more interesting corners of this club. GO!”

In snatch up my clutch purse and hurry away, grateful for a few minutes alone to try to pull myself together.

Chapter 4. The Life Lesson Begins

I empty my bladder and bowels before using a tissue to touch up the small amount of damage to my makeup the single tear made. I look at myself and force a smile on my face. I feel silly for crying. Even as I felt humiliated while I pulled my panties off in public, I felt exhilarated too! I’ve known for two days that Logan was going to stretch my comfort levels by showing me the seamier side of life. Wolverine’s also made it clear that this is the way it has to be if I want to step up into the next social level of life. I very much want to take that step—would have already if Piotr Rasputin hadn’t let my age in calendar years get in the way of love—and if Logan has to be the man taking that step with me, so be it! I could have done worse! Obviously that’s what’s about to happen, given the hints that I’m about to surrender my maidenhead. I hurry back to our table, proud of how steady I am in the high heels.

“Everything come out okay, darling?” Wolverine asks when I get back to our table. I set the red clutch purse down and reach for the back of my chair, surprised that Logan didn’t do the old-fashioned gentlemanly thing and rise to see me seated himself. “Don’t bother, Kitty,” Logan casually instructs, after quickly glancing over to the clock above the bar. “We’re going to do some exploring for a bit. How’s the head? Got a good buzz?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” I reply as I follow Logan’s eyes over to the clock, and I see that it’s just past a quarter to eight. There are two labels on the wall, with arrows next to each of them pointing toward the clock: the lower label ‘PRIME TIME’ points to the eight, and the upper label ‘OVERTIME’ points to the eleven. “I don’t feel ‘drunk’ if that’s what you’re asking, Patch. But my brain feels a little numb…and I feel…well I feel really good. I could probably benefit from moving around, though. What’s to explore?”

“You’ll see, Pryde,” Logan answers laconically as he stands and reaches for his beer, ignoring two cute guys and a hot looking blonde behind him that have just entered the bar and are now eyeing what they expect to soon be a vacant table in a prime location. “Don’t forget your purse and bring the water.” As I reach forward to comply, Wolverine puts his glass to his lips and raises the bottom, glugging down the half glass of amber liquid that remains in two seconds flat.

As I pull my purse and water off the table, Pat suddenly shows up at Logan’s elbow. The apron-wearing gray-haired Irishman takes the empty glass from Wolverine and hands him a full one, before winking at my escort. Wolverine’s response is a simple nod! Then Pat pulls the ‘RESERVED FOR WEALTH’ sign out of his apron pouch and sets it on the table and flashes a smile at me. I try to respond in the expected way and grin back to Pat, while watching the two guys behind Logan hastily pushing the now anxiety-ridden blonde towards an empty table along the wall. Well, at least our table is being reserved for us while we explore!

“Where to?” I ask softly as I watch the Irish bar owner hurry away.

Wolverine steps forward and offers me his elbow as he taciturnly replies, “I’ll show you, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” I reply as my grin fades to become a frown and I push my left arm through the elbow. “Should I expect any surprises in the…corners?”

“Life’s full of surprises, Pryde! Why should this bar be any different?”

“I couldn’t say, Patch,” I say in a whisper as we turn towards the back corner of the room farthest from the bar—towards the door with the big white sign on it that says ‘SHARING ROOM’ in big red letters. I remember my initial thought, when we entered the bar, that the main bar room might only take up half the building we’re in. There could be dozens of private rooms behind that door, maybe even bedrooms—where a girl could quietly surrender her maidenhood—OR treatment rooms—where a body modification technician could quietly ply his or her sordid practice! ‘SHARING ROOM’! Does Pat share the building with another business? Oh, God! Did I hesitate too long after I was instructed to cough up my panties? I come to a complete stop as I stare at the door across the room with a sour look on my face.

“Lo…Patch? Does Doctor Cummings operate her clinic back there? Are we going to get me fixed now?”

“What? For Christ’s sake, Pryde, stop the damn worrying and try to have a little fun! Sure, I admitted I enjoy a nice declitting as much as the next guy, but frankly watching a girl getting herself clipped is only fun when it’s obvious she knows what she’s soon going to be missing. Virgins don’t! You’re safe…for now…Katherine!”

“OHHhhhh! Okay. Sorry.” I manage to gasp out as we resume our slow saunter towards the closed door. I’m not sure if I wasn’t just insulted by being told I’m too green to get myself properly declitted. I guess my first epiphany that there are private bedrooms, where the men can take their dates, was closer to the truth. Logan isn’t the Prince Charming I fantasized about being with for my first time, but I like him well enough. I think maybe I can think of being bedded by the short but stocky man as fun…if not romantic.

“Look, Kitty,”Logan whispers as we stop in front of the door and he pushes his lips next to my left ear, “everything is going to be fine, darling! You’re going to really hate some aspects of what you’re about to be doing at the time, but I promise that by the end of the night you’ll be thinking of tonight as a fairytale adventure that might never be topped. I need you to remember that you promised that you would do whatever I told you to do without complaint…OR hesitation. Don’t break your word! If you panic and phase through the walls of the building to escape, I’m going to be really pissed…and that visit to Dr. Cummings will come sooner rather than later! You’ll be pissed at yourself, too, when you figure out what you missed out on. How’s your nerve?”

I blush badly at Wolverine’s suggestion that I might chicken out. Shadowcat isn’t any sort of coward! I lost the bet! I’ll pay what’s due! I whisper back with a brave smile on my face, “I’m fine, Patch! Let’s go get the fun started!”

“That’s my girl!” Logan replies back at regular volume, before glancing at the clock high on the wall. My eyes follows his. It’s about seven minutes before 8 o’clock, or ‘PRIME TIME’. I watch as Logan holds one hand out towards a table of four hunky black guys sitting next to the door and shrugs apologetically. All five fingers are extended to signal ‘five’ as he nods to the clock and then to one of the black guys. The muscular handsome man looks to the clock and then nods to my diminutive escort. Logan grins as he pulls the door open and pushes me through it.

A soft gasp escapes from my throat as I enter the ‘Sharing Room’. As I suspected, the back half of the building is nearly as big as the front half occupied by the main bar room. This back half consists of one principal carpeted room, at least two-thirds as large as the main bar room, with a series of smaller rooms with doors occupying the side of this back half of the building, on the same side as the bar area of the main room. I have no way of knowing what is behind these side room doors, but I suspect they are mostly storage rooms.

The main ‘Sharing Room’ has a short, rectangular, padded, nearly waist-high ‘table’ in its center and four lower long, rectangular, padded ‘benches’ pushed against the wall opposite the storage rooms. There are four three-by-four-foot rectangular area rugs stationed at the main compass points around the padded ‘table’, about three feet from the ‘table’. On the wall between the ‘benches’ are racks filled with various types of whips and canes and crops, and shelves filled with various types of objects I think are sex toys (dildos, vibrators, plugs, clamps), restraining cuffs, or bottles I’m guessing are filled with lubricants. At the other two ends of the rooms are various wheeled/moveable frames and tables, obviously meant to be used to restrain people. Across from the central ‘table’ next to the door to one of the storage rooms, the ‘back’ wall has a large electronic indicator board hanging from it that is currently unlit; even unlit I can see that it is divided into three categories (sex, bondage, and punishment) with subcategories next to each category. There is a ‘coffee table’ under the electronic indicator board.

I glance back to Logan, making sure we are alone, and hiss, “What is this, Wolverine? Some sort of sex club?”

“Something like that, kiddo. Sounds like you would prefer it was a body modification clinic!”

“NO! We’re just snooping around, right? Exploring? Should we go back to our table now?”

“Not just yet. Go kneel on the rug behind the padded table facing the ‘limits board’ after removing your heels and tossing them under the table below the board.”

Despite the blood rushing from my face, I manage to gasp, “Okay.” What the heck does Wolverine have planned for me? I manage to get my heels off and kneel at the end of the rug facing away from the ‘table’ while Logan messes with a keypad below what he called the ‘limits board’. When my diminutive escort steps away from the keypad, I toss my shoes under the table and wait, shivering in trepidation. I know I won’t have to wait long before Wolverine begins justifying my jitters!

Logan steps onto the other end of the small rectangular rug atop the room’s carpet, and stops with his feet spread and his hands behind his back. In a soft calm voice he instructs, “Unzip my pants and take my cock out, Pryde. While we have the room to ourselves, you’re going to do your best to give me a blowjob. Get to it, kiddo!”

Again a small gasp escapes my throat. Give him a blowjob! Oh God! Yes, I have some idea as to what to do. We do have internet at the X-Mansion, and just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I haven’t watched a few porn videos! While not totally disgusted with what I saw on the few videos I’ve watched, I’ve concluded that fellatio is fun for one…not two…at the one doesn’t come with breasts!

“Kitty!” Wolverine growls when I don’t jump right to it.

I smile sheepishly and slide forward on the rug towards Logan. I did agree to do WHATEVER the man asked. Unzipping Logan’s jeans is easy. However, even though I discover my escort isn’t wearing any underwear, I’m very clumsy at working his stiff erection through the gap in his denim. I manage, however, and when the Wolverine’s manhood pops free into open air I gasp even louder. As I stare at Logan’s ten-inch-long, inch-and-a-half-thick, fully erect penis waving in the air I realize that if it was hanging downward it would probably reach short stuff’s knees. What in the heck am I supposed to do with THAT?

“Put your mouth over it, Katherine, and push your head forward until it pushes against your tonsils. Vary what you do from there on between face fucking it with your head and licking it with your tongue, concentrating a lot of the licking around the rim of the penis head. Eventually, you’re going to want to get comfortable enough with taking the shaft into your mouth so that you can try to deep throat it…that means push the penis glans into your esophagus. From there, giving good head is largely a matter of having a good imagination and remembering that, no matter what, don’t bite.”

Slack-jawed, I just nod and lean forward. Jeese! How can he even be sure that monster will fit between my teeth? Somehow I manage not to gag as I tentatively lick the small slit at the tip of Wolverine’s penis, before pushing my lips around the glans itself. Surprisingly, the silky slick tissue compresses and I’m soon sucking on it like a lollypop! After a few seconds I’m bobbing up and down over the end of the stiff member, if not actually ‘face fucking’ it. Logan moans with pleasure, so I know I’m doing something right!

“Come on, kid! Show a little enthusiasm! Passing that initial phase of S.H.I.E.L.D. training you are so hot about signing up for is all about being a first-class cocksucker. It’s survival 101! Let’s have you part those tonsils with my cockhead!”

Everyone hates a critic! Still I do my best. Soon I get into a rhythm of push forward, gag, pull back, swirl tongue around rim of glans, suck like lollypop, and push forward. Wolverine groans and I can start to taste a slightly bitter, slightly salty, ‘bleachy’ taste which I suspect is the seminal fluid commonly referred to as pre-cum that I’ve seen on the tip of penises in some of the porn videos I watched with Illyana. What’s really surprising is, performing fellatio doesn’t seem to be nearly the chore I expected it to be. It’s kind of cool to have a guy moaning in appreciation of a girl’s hard work!

I’ve got my left hand on the back of Logan’s jeans for leverage as I keep my routine up, but somehow my right hand finds itself palming the bottom of the fearsome Wolverine’s scrotum. As my fingers instinctively curl inward, I can feel both of Logan’s testicles. The diminutive mutant’s ‘balls’ aren’t the large grapes that Illyana claims most men’s baby makers are sized like (she wants to be a catratrix, remember; she tends to dwell on such details!), but are more like really large hen’s eggs. Given Logan’s more-than-hint that my maidenhead isn’t destined to remain intact much longer and the size of his sperm factories, I’m really glad that even virginal X-Girls get regular wide-spectrum pregnancy protection injections!

Despite my numb-but-wandering mind, I manage to keep bobbing and swirling and sucking with a fair amount of enthusiasm, notwithstanding intermittent gagging as the glans hits the back of my mouth. Gradually, I manage to get more penis in my mouth with the inward thrusts of my head, meaning, of course, that I’m gradually working the glans further down my esophagus each time I push forward, and gasping in air between choking when I pull back. Logan is moaning his appreciation fairly constantly now, and I’m starting to think I just might have what it takes to become that first-class cocksucker Logan claims stage one of S.H.I.E.L.D. training seeks to create. Then I cringe at what I hear behind me.

“What a lovely lady you have there, Patch…and eager to please, too, it seems. You are one lucky man, Patch!”

Logan groans with obvious disappointment, perhaps tinged with disgust, as I jerk my head back and twist my neck to look behind me. It’s the four hunky black guys from the table next to the “Sharing Room’ door!

“Yeah, she’s a pretty little thing, if a bit on the skinny side, Gaylan,” Logan replies with a chuckle to the leader of the foursome, “and enthusiastic, too, if a bit lacking in training. That wasn’t an insult, sweetheart, just the truth,” my diminutive escort adds nodding to me after he feels me stiffen below him. “You shouldn’t have stopped sucking cock despite our having visitors.” Turning his attention back to the black guys, Logan nods and says, “All things considered, Gaylan, I guess you could say I’m a rich man when it comes to willing women tonight. What brings you and the boys in here tonight?”

“Oh, the usual thing, Patch,” the foursome’s leader drawls back with an ear-to-ear grin on his face as I’m trying to get the nerve up to put Wolverine’s penis back into my mouth. “The boys and I were hoping you’d be willing to…you know…share the wealth…so to say.”

“That would normally be the neighborly thing to do, wouldn’t it, Gaylan?” Logan replies causing me to cringe in terror.

“Yes sirree, Patch! A man’s gotta be willing to share the wealth with his friends.”

OH MY GOD! This is ‘Club Share The Wealth’, I was sitting with Logan at the table ‘RESERVED FOR WEALTH’, and this is the “SHARING ROOM’! The epiphanies flashing through my brain almost distract me from Logan’s reply to Gaylan.

“Yep! Like I said, though, this one’s a little raw. She’s going to require special care at first. You four willing to be the first ones to seed her pussy? I promise you’re enthusiasm level is going to rise when I dish a little dirt on the skirt.”

My eyes have to be the size of saucers and my face as pale as parchment as I watch Gaylan grin back at his friends, shrug, and chortle back, “Sure, we don’t mind a little pale-skinned poontang to start the night out with, Patch! I for one might want to try another orifice later on…assuming everything else isn’t off limits, my man.” Obviously, by now, the erection bobbing above my hand still holding the Wolverine’s scrotal sack is all but forgotten!

“My bad, fellahs,” Logan spits back and then laughs. “I’ll light the limits board up shortly. Before the rest of the folks in the bar think I’m the ill-mannered lout I mostly am, Roy, why don’t you go prop the door open and then hurry back to take your place in line.” That’s when I realize the four black guys aren’t just hanging out in a group, but their sort of in a ragged line with Gaylan at the front and a shorter, skinnier, bearded guy at the back. The smaller guy, evidently named Roy, hurries towards the closed ‘Sharing Room’ door.

I’m shivering with trepidation as, being distracted with Roy’s door propping, I almost miss Logan’s command, “Katherine Pryde, stand up straight, face the boys, and paste your sexiest smile on that pretty face of yours! Now the fun is really going to start!”

I just look up with goofy astonishment filling my face. RIGHT! Well you trade places with me and let’s see you react with grace and dignity! Wolverine issues a barely audible growl, and I manage to sort of pull myself together enough to gasp, “Wha…? Huh? Uhmm…okay.” Somehow I manage not to faint as I stumble to my feet and twist around to face away from Logan as my body shivers and quakes. This CAN’T be happening to me!

That’s when I feel pressure against the middle of my spine as I watch Roy hurry back towards the line formed by his three buddies, and then feel the pressure lower towards to base of my spine accompanied by a ‘zzzzzzzzz’ sound. My nipples grow rock hard as my cocktail dress drops to my ankles and I’m looking at four strangers staring at me while I’m wearing nothing but my birthday suit. Now I know why Logan made me give him my panties earlier in the main bar room. As the crotch’s of the pants of the black guys in front of me tent outward, I know my unveiling has been an unqualified success!

“Do me a favor, Gaylan,” Wolverine’s gravelly voice urges behind me, “and position this hottie face up on the fuck station while I put her dress away and turn the limits board on. Just let her try to get her head around what’s about to happen to her while I’m doing that, and don’t enter her just yet. I got news to share before the fun starts! Do exactly what the man says as soon as he says it, Katherine! Do you understand, pumpkin?”

Somehow I realize I’m nodding while Gaylan steps forward and holds his right hand out. I step over my dress and push my left hand into the proffered palm. I can only imagine what’s going to happen next, and what I imagine isn’t at all comforting to my muddled mind!

Chapter 5. Shared!

“This way, sweet cheeks,” Gaylan urges softly as he tugs gently on my left hand. “You’re about to have a night that will bring a grin to your face every time you remember it for the rest of your life.”

I nod with a silly grin pasted on my face, and then twist back to watch Logan carefully smooth my pretty cocktail dress over the coffee table behind me while Gaylan leads me forward. As my diminutive friend and teammate slips his shoes off and then unbuckles his pants, I finally realize why he’s not wearing his usual cowboy boots. Ease of undressing is a plus at Club STW! I twist my head back around to Gaylan, knowing Wolverine’s pants are being placed atop my dress on the coffee table.

I’m pulled forward and to the side, forward again, and then back to the other side, until I’m standing with my behind against the short padded ‘table’ in the center of the room. I’m watching people, mostly men in casual clothes, but a few dolled-up women, streaming through the open door to the room when Galen places his hand between the apexes of my breasts and gently pushes. With growing jitters, given the growing audience before me, I take the hint and slide up onto the edge of the ‘table’.

“Slide forward so that your ass is halfway past the edge of the bed, sweet cheeks,” Gaylan instructs calmly as he pulls his hand from between my turreted B-cups, “and then lie back to make sure you can hang your neck and head over the other edge of the bed. Once you’ve got yourself centered, you can use an elbow to prop yourself up and take in the room until Patch turns us loose on you.”

I manage a genuine smile this time, despite the butterflies fluttering around in my tummy, and lean back, and then scoot a tad forward. Then I push up and look backwards just as Logan hits a button on the control panel and the ‘limits board’ lights up. There’s a green circle next to the glowing label ‘sex’ that’s lit, but similar circles next to glowing labels ‘bondage’ and ‘punishment’ are lit red. The subcategory labels next to the latter two categories aren’t glowing at all, but beside the ‘sex’ category they are. The ‘sex’ subcategories ‘coitus’, ‘oral’, and ‘anal’ all have green circles lit beside them. Jeese! Don’t I get any say in this? The subcategory ‘facial/soil’ also has a green circle lit beside it, but the circles next to ‘lesbian’ and ‘condom required’ subcategories are not lit with either green or red.

I have absolutely NO idea as to exactly what the ‘limits board’ conveys to the growing crowd around me. It should be obvious as to what all of this indicates to me; Logan is going to share me, his friend and teammate, sexually with the entire bar! NO WAY! Right?

I watch as Logan takes a long chug from his beer and then sets the glass back onto the floor next to the coffee table where my clutch purse and water now reside. Then I start to survey the crowd again. Several couples are pairing girls in sixty-nine positions on the longer padded ‘benches’ against the far wall. The handsome men that were coveting our table before we vacated it, until the ‘RESERVED FOR WEALTH’ was popped back on it, are to my left cuffing the hot looking now-nude blonde to a bondage rack near the wall across from the room’s main door. Three girls have stripped their clothing off and taken kneeling positions on the rectangular area rugs at three of the compass points (to my sides and beyond my head) around me; the girl behind me is licking her lips as she stares hungrily at Wolverine’s still tumid erection. Several other couples in the room have the girls half undressed as their husband or boyfriend or boss plays with their breasts while both genders stare eagerly at me. Mostly, however, the room is filled with guys in various stages of undress forming lines behind the area rugs; lines that bend as necessary to accommodate their length.

“Settle down, people!” one of the black-clad waitresses in the bar’s flat shoes, fishnet stocking, micro-skirt, and tube top costume carrying an empty tray calls out in an Irish accent as she suddenly appears beside Gaylan, who’s stepped out of his shoes and pants and is palming my thighs as my lower legs dangle downward before the ‘table’. The fact that the redheaded waitress looks vaguely familiar barely crosses my mind as my attention rivet’s itself on the muscular black man’s seven-and-a-half-inch-long, inch-and-a-half-thick penis that is jutting upwards mere inches from my privates! “Prime time is starting a tad behind schedule and I’ll be damned if we’re a going to let it interfere with the starting of overtime later. I thank the three girls who have already volunteered as fluffers and clean-up crew, but we are a needing one more volunteer…in the due south position to perform vacuum duties, naturally. I’m not going to be a bit pleased if me and the other waitresses are a needing to draw straws yet again!”

“Alice will do it, Mary,” a good looking white guy with a beard announces loudly while the gorgeous D-cupped brunette before him gasps in surprise. Somehow, the sultry green-eyed beauty manages to get a sexy smile back on her face as her ‘date’ pushes the already top-down dress to her ankles and then shoves her naked body towards the empty area rug.

“Why that’s mighty fine of you, Tom,” the redheaded waitress, evidently named Mary, replies with obvious relief on her face (evidently she didn’t want to be the fluffer responsible for keeping the guys waiting to take their turn erect and ready for action, or for vacuum duties, whatever the heck that entails), “and you too, Alice. We’ve got Alice rescheduled to be the wealth for prime time next Friday, Tom. Sorry for the mix up this week.”

I watch the brunette flash a winning smile around the room before taking her knees and tapping Gaylan on his butt. Alice quickly has Gaylan’s big penis in her mouth and is sucking on it with obvious delight. As Mary grins, I try to mimic Alice’s being a good sport in the face of adversity and for the first time manage to force what I THINK is a sexy smile on my face.

“That being settled,” Mary calls out, “I’ll have a couple of waitress back here momentarily to take drink orders, folks. OH, and I’ll be a reminding you men to not forget that staff has the right to cut into the line when the urge is upon them. Club STF can’t be having our employees standing in line waiting to earn the primary bonus for a working here…especially, my da, Pat! Now, let’s have Patch introduce tonight’s prime time wealth and get the fun a going.”

“Thank you, Mary!” Logan calls out behind me and I twist my head back to take in his ear-to-ear grin as a blonde on her knees before him is busy keeping his erection stiff. “Hopefully, your dad pops in here real soon or he’s going to be disappointed. It’s been a while since I stopped by Club STF, mainly because, until now, I didn’t feel I had something especially worthwhile to share with all of you fine people. Tonight’s different! I’ve brought you a very special young lady named Katherine Pryde. You’re going to want to remember that name. It will mean something to you soon enough!”

I cannot believe that Logan is telling a room full of people my real name, evidently just before at least a few of them have sex with me! JEESE!

“Kitty is a special girl in a number of ways,” Logan continues as he winks at me and the fox in front of him slurps over his penis, “some of which you’ll have to figure out for yourselves in the years to come. Tonight, I’m teaching her a life lesson for being reckless. She’s going to remember it for a long time. You see, our Katherine is a virgin, so you are all going to be giving Kitty her first taste of sex. Keep that in mind as you take her. That’s why you’re going to have to go easy on her as you pop her cherry, Gaylan! However, we also want to try to make sure she has plenty of climaxes!”

OH MY GOD! This cannot be happening! I know I’m blushing beet red and look like I swallowed something really disgusting. Logan is pushing my buttons to make me panic and scamper! I am NOT giving him an excuse to take me to a cutter while I’m still a virgin! I’M NOT!

“Additionally,” Wolverine adds as he watches me squirm, “I’ve made this life lesson more poignant by neutralizing this filly’s birth control with an injection the day before yesterday, which doubtlessly caused Miss Pryde to drop an egg that is fresh and just begging to be fertilized tonight. There will be no way of knowing which of the first handful of men that seeds her pussy was the one that got lucky, so no ramifications to worry about…at least for you men. I think I’ve spilled enough secrets! What do you think, pumpkin?”

Somehow I force a sexy smile back onto my face as I look away from Logan to the faces filled with eager anticipation around me. Situations like this are what ‘morning after’ pills were made for! I’m not going to worry about the very temporary consequences of Wolverine’s sordid ploy back in the X-Mansion medical bay with the chemical he injected into me. I concentrate on the thought that all of this is to going to get me exactly what I was hoping for. I’m going to make a great S.H.I.E.L.D. auxiliary agent!

“I think, Patch,” I say without any sign of a quiver in my voice, “that you made several good points. I am a virgin, so take it easy on me at first, guys! However, I’m not made of glass, so don’t be afraid that I might break on you. Patch said one thing that is really important to me, guys. Seeing as we ARE going to be having sex, do try to give me lots and lots of climaxes. A girl just wants to have fun! You’re up, Gaylan.”

Wolverine roars with laughter as he steps forward off the head-ward ‘fluffer’ rug, pushes my head back and down, thrusts his penis towards my face, and then quips, “You’ve got moxie, Pryde…I’ll give you that!” As my mouth pops open without a conscious thought, Logan’s manhood slides straight to the back of my tongue and parts my tonsils. Just like that, I’m back to where we were when Gaylan interrupted us, trying to learn how to deep throat a massively endowed guy!

That learning is going to have to be done instinctively, because I have more important things to pay attention to. I can feel Gaylan rubbing the glans of his penis up and down between my labia minora. I don’t have to see myself to know that I’m sopping wet, so he should slide right in at first, but then I face one of the main events in a girl’s life. A girl gets her hymen sundered once and once only. They call it a cherry, and I’m about to lose mine!

My limbs! What should I do with my limbs? I push my left hand up and cup Logan’s testicles, while I push my right hand down to rest it on my pubic mound. I’m hoping that my hand’s touch will help Wolverine finish more quickly, but I’m also comforted by knowing I can switch the grip to the base of his penis if he gets too rough with my mouth and throat. As for my right hand, even a virgin knows she’s going to want to have easy access to her clitoris during sex, so I’ve put it close to where it will soon be needed! I start to lift my feet, and then I realize that’s not going to work, due to gravity’s pull, for any length of time. Then two more girls show up—one on each side of me—dump their dresses, grab my ankles, spread my legs, and just hold me open.

Logan pulls his massive penis back until only the glans is still past my lips at the same time as I feel Gaylan begin to ease his swollen, seemingly rock-hard manhood into my privates. The invasion of my vagina pauses relatively quickly as the fleshy rod in my mouth pushes forward until it enters my esophagus and continues inward as I choke around it, reaching its deepest penetration so far. Despite a strange sense of pride that fills my id, I’m still focusing on my privates, wondering why Gaylan has frozen and his face is filled with joyous surprise.

“Damn, this bitch is tight,” Gaylan declares with obvious satisfaction in his voice. “I think I’m where the maidenhead should be, but I don’t feel any resistance.”

I giggle around Wolverine’s phallus! Hymen’s are never very substantial in any stage of a girl’s life, are difficult to see, even by a doctor, let alone feel, and are often penetrated or torn well before sexual activity from a variety of physical activities, including dancing. I have only Logan’s alleged sense of smell to provide any indication that mine still might be intact, but given the setting, I hope his nose is trustworthy. As my friend and teammate pulls his tumid torpedo back out of my throat to let me gasp in a bit of air, Gaylan gently pushes his male member forward. I feel pain! Just a bit of a pinch! Nothing to get excited about, but it IS evidence that supports Logan’s nose. I am a virgin no more!

“Damn nice!” Gaylan declares as he continues to push slowly forward. I’m glad HE’S having a good time. For me, it’s mostly a sense that my body is being invaded by a foreign object. It doesn’t hurt anymore. I just feel really full down there. I’m trying to swirl my tongue around the corona of Logan’s penis glans as the black man between my legs expounds with, “I haven’t enjoyed the feel of a pussy this much since I was fifteen, and then I didn’t know what to do with it! AHHHhhh! I’ve finally bottomed out!”

“Good for you, mate!” Logan interrupts a moan of pleasure coming from his throat to growl as I groan around his tumid penile flesh while I’m trying to do the lollypop thing. “Now, make her cum and then seed her uterus. Let’s get the foxy twerp hooked on sex and knocked up at the same time!”

“I don’t know, Patch,” Gaylan drawls back as he grins with obvious satisfaction down at me, “this bitch is pretty damn tight. I think I better spend some time loosening her up.”

I glance in those directions not blocked by Wolverine’s body or the padded ‘table’ I’m stationed on and listen to the buzz around me for about two seconds before I decide that spending time to ‘loosen’ me up might have as many drawbacks as advantages. I want to climax a whole lot of times before Logan takes me home, but I want the lines that have formed behind the four ‘fluffer’ stations to shorten too! As Wolverine pushes his pelvis firmly towards my face and his penis slides down my throat, I wave my right hand back and forth at Gaylan, and then give him a thumbs up before I push my hand downward and press my middle finger over my clitoris.

“Never mind, old man,” Gaylan chortles as he pulls his hips back until only the glans of his penis is still in my vagina, and I gasp with relief as the fullness I’m feeling subsides. “I just got the good-to-go signal, despite the drops of blood on my shaft. Your twerp thinks she’s already ready to get her pussy pummeled. I think I’ll find out how good her judgment is!”

Logan pulls his hips back as Gaylan pushes his hips firmly forward, so everyone can hear my short scream of surprise as the overfull feeling abruptly returns. Despite my reaction, the sensation comes more with a feeling of satisfaction than discomfort. I’ve hardly had a chance to consider THAT epiphany before Logan thrusts forward pushing his pubic hair into my lips while Gaylan pulls back. The men are starting to take me in a seesaw fashion!

I instinctively realize I need to do something to make me feel at least somewhat in control of the situation, so I push my left hand to the base of Wolverine’s penis as he pulls back and Gaylan thrusts forward. Before Logan can complain or slap my hand away, I begin bucking and twisting my head as I suck and slurp so that I’m again performing fellatio instead of merely being ‘face fucked’. Meanwhile, as Gaylan begins fornicating with me in a steady rhythm, a rhythm which I match by issuing soft grunts with each inward thrust, I begin gently swirling my finger around the rim of my engorged clitoris. I hear a moan of pleasure in the background, and suddenly realize it’s coming from my own throat.

This continues for several minutes while my moans gradually get louder, before Logan pushes my hands away and returns to forcing me to deep throat him. Meanwhile, Gaylan is gasping and grinning above me as he pummels my privates, and my sex is beginning to glow while a tight sensation forms in my belly.

“Come on, sweet cheeks,” Gaylen urges between gasps, “give us a cum! I want to big you while you’re sighing with satisfaction of a job well done!”

OH, GOD! The black man between my legs is about to ejaculate into my unprotected love canal! My conservative, old-fashioned father would be livid with me, if not have a heart attack, at the thought of my making a mulatto baby, and out of wedlock at that! I swear it’s not THAT sordid realization that pushes me over the edge, but still, at that moment, the tightness in my belly abruptly dissipates as the glow in my loins explodes. “OOHHGGPH! IIEEPPHHH! AGHHUUPHH!” rings through the room around the swollen penis lodged in my mouth. My climax is glorious!

“Got you, Katherine!” Gaylan declares with obvious jubilation, and then throws his head back and lets out one more extended gasp of joy. As I concentrate on breathing between Logan’s thrusts in my mouth, I wish I could see Gaylan’s face while I feel a warm wetness form inside me and the black man adds, “I’m filling you up good, sweet cheeks!”

“UUUAAPHHH! OOOOOPHHH! UUHHUUUPH!” gurgles around the massive penis lodged in my throat while I feel Gaylan’s excess semen flow out around his pulsing inseminator and dribble downward over my perineum. Yes, I blush with embarrassment at being publically sexually used as I issue this second triple sigh of climax, and yes I feel anxiety over the potential results of getting my uterus seeded, but mostly I’m filled with a deep sense of satisfaction. I’m a woman now, and not a maid, and I’m loving every second of this life-cycle transition!

I hear Gaylan chortle, “You’re up next, Jaycee! Have fun, boy!” as I feel the softening rod of flesh in my vagina pulled out of me. This declaration is followed almost immediately by a distorted, gravelly, “GAAGHHH! Drink up, Pryde!” being issued behind me above my face. I choke as the penis lodged in my esophagus swells and pulses and warm liquid enters the other end of my body. Wolverine is still moaning in pleasure as he pulls his huge phallus back so that the liquid can fill my gagging and gasping mouth. Now the slightly bitter salty taste of the warm sticky liquid flooding my mouth is strong. In just a few seconds my mouth is full, so Logan pulls his hips further back and lets spurt after spurt of ejaculate spray onto my face and neck.

I giggle through my mouthful of goo as Gaylan steps away and I grin up at a chuckling Wolverine. It seems my ‘date’ is almost having as much fun as I am, despite the fact that I know I am not behaving as chastised by my ‘life lesson’ as he expected. I reach up and wipe a puddle of warm, sticky ejaculate out of my left eye and then reach down to wipe the mess on my fingers onto the side of the ‘table’ Logan called the ‘fuck station’. I wonder why they don’t keep any towels handy.

“No you don’t, pumpkin!” Logan sternly proclaims and grabs my wrist at the same time as I’m feeling the head of a new penis being brushed up and down between my labia minora. “We don’t waste good protein here at Club STW. The semen goes into one orifice or another, and in this case I’d say it needs to be your mouth. So swallow the protein shake I so generously fed you, and then suck those fingers clean. Do it now, Pryde!”

While I’m swallowing, mostly without gagging, I hear a familiar voice declare, “Procrastination is indeed a sin, Patch, me boyo! One that I’m working at avoiding myself! If you would be so good as to let an old man and busy proprietor step before ye, Jaycee, I promise to leave that fine looking pussy you’re a preparing to plunder to your tender attentions, momentarily.”

I lift my head and look down the length of my body to grin at Pat as he steps around one of the naked girls holding my legs apart. I’m licking my fingers clean, as I was told to do, while the bar owner unbuckles his trousers and lets them drop to the floor. For a relatively thin and short man, I note that the bar owner his fairly well equipped, sporting a nice thick six-inch penis. Pat’s squinting at the limits board, so I take a quick look around.

Logan has stepped to the side, and on the ‘fluffer’ rug behind me the blonde has a pants-less skinny Latino’s thin but long (maybe six-and-a-half inches) penis in her mouth as she slurps around it. The two girls on the ‘fluffer’ rugs on either side of me, one a platinum blonde and one raven-haired, are both performing fellatio on middle-aged white guys, both of whom have looks on their faces that I interpret to mean they are desperate to ejaculate, and I wonder why they just don’t let the ‘fluffers’ culminate them. Behind Pat, who is literally scratching his head as he stares at the limits board, Alice, the green-eyed brunette fox, is pumping her fists back and forth around both Jaycee and his buddy’s penises while pointing her open mouth toward Pat, just in case he wants help getting ready for me. Two of the four padded benches along the wall opposite the limits board have moaning girls atop them in sixty-nine positions nuzzling each other’s vulvas. The blonde in the bondage rack against the wall opposite the ‘Sharing Room’ door is bawling and sporting a number of welts as her two escorts alternate in slashing her big breasts with riding crops. Finally, there are dozens of men, mostly sans pants, forming four lines behind the four ‘fluffer’ mats and eyeing me hungrily!

“So I see you’ll not be a minding if I give Katherine’s anus a good stretching, Patch, me old friend?” Pat queries as he stares at the limits board, bringing my full attention back to matters at hand. Jeese! Why is Pat asking Logan when I’m lying right before him? What am I, a piece of meat? Suddenly I find myself wondering, what, if I was asked that question, my answer would be. I don’t think I want to have some penis up my ass, but how can I be sure I won’t be making the wrong decision. After all, I’ve never had anal sex before. Maybe it’s good the choice isn’t mine to make!

“Nope! Not at all! She’s an anal virgin…used to be fully virgin until Gaylan popped her cherry a minute ago…so take it easy on her at first.”

“Always do, me boyo…at first,” Pat chirps back to Logan with a wicked grin on his face. “Forgive me, but neither light is lit in the condom column. You’re allowing bareback?”

“Yep! Light’s intentionally not lit. Like girl on girl, it’s user’s choice. As for bareback, it’s safe enough! I guarantee this wealth was STD free at the start of the night. No one’s been in her anus yet, so I’d go bareback if I were you.”

“Thank ye, Patch, I think I will,” Pat replies calmly as he strokes his hand up and down the length of his manhood a few times. The bar owner grins to Alice, whose still holding her mouth open as a vacant penis sheath, and shakes his head. “Thank ye, but no, Alice, but I’m good. I can’t wait to offer you to the clientele next week.”

“Aye, I’ve already given Tom the good news and waved his cover charges for the rest of the year, da, for bumping Alice tonight,” Mary interjects as she suddenly shows up behind her father holding out a bottle. “As for yourself being good, I don’t think that’s quite true at the moment, da. Don’t you think you’ll be a needing a bit of this? More than a bit if you want the lass to be appreciating the finer points of anal sex like you do!”

“Now there’s a loving daughter for you, boys,” Pat chortles jovially as he takes the bottle from the vivacious redhead, “always looking out for her father’s needs. And the needs of the wealth, too,” the bar owner adds almost as an afterthought as he pours some of the clear, thick liquid from the bottle onto the middle and forefingers of his right hand.

“Right you are, da!” Mary declares as she flashes a winning smile and then glances around her. “You two,” Mary declares as she points a hand towards each of the men on the mats to my sides, “don’t you be putting yourselves out by waiting for an old Irishman to get to his business. You both look ready. One of you give the strumpet another feeding while the other gives her a pearl necklace. Go ahead! How about you, Patch, can I be a getting you another ale?”

“That would be much appreciated, darling,” Logan replies while Pat begins to rub the liquid on his fingers around my puckered sphincter, and the two men on the mats on either side of me are led by the platinum blonde and the raven-haired ‘fluffers’’ hands on their penises to stand on either side of me. I watch Logan reach down and take a deep swig of his ale while Pat begins pushing his lubricant covered finger through the tiny opening in the center of my rubbery sphincter muscle. I groan as the bar owner adds more lubricant to his fingers, and then pushes both fingers into my rear opening and begins twisting them to-and-fro.

I’m still groaning softly when I’m distracted by the couples on either side if me. I bring my eyes to the taller of the two men who is pushed by the platinum blonde next to the ‘table’ I lie upon, adjacent to my chest. Meanwhile, the raven-haired eastern European-looking girl has got the shorter, balding man’s penis above my downward hanging head; the black-haired girl pushes my head upward until my nose is only an inch below the balding man’s penis glans with her left hand, and then begins jerking her right hand up and down the length of the turgid penis. Meanwhile, the platinum blonde is kneeling next to the taller man and is masturbating him as well.

I glance down my body, and watch Pat pour more lubricant onto the fingers of his right hand, before he lowers the hand and begins rubbing the liquid over the tip of his manhood. The Irishman notices my attention on him and flashes me a winning smile, before nodding towards the man standing next to my head.

I’m already pulling my eyes back to the raven-haired girl’s pumping hand when she urges in a soft sexy accented voice, “Open up, honey! I’ve got a nice treat for you!” My eyes widen, I glance over to the platinum blonde to see her hand is working the taller man’s penis furiously, and then I bring my eyes back to the penis being masturbated above my mouth. Even as my mouth pops open wide, I’m thinking that it’s a good thing neither man is in the line behind my widespread feet; neither man’s penis is much over five inches long. Yeah, I’m getting jaded already, because I figure I have a better chance of stealing climaxes from bigger penises, and I do want climaxes!

“Here we go!” the accented voice declares with obvious satisfaction as the balding man moans, and suddenly the penis above my face erupts with a whitish spurt. The first gob of semen lands on my left ear, but the raven-haired girl manages to direct the next few spurts toward my open mouth, inside of which most of the ejaculate lands.

Meanwhile, the platinum blonde’s charge has let out a loud gasp as she jerked her hand up and down his manhood, and warm sticky ejaculate is being directed onto the apexes of my B-cups; so that’s what a pearl necklace is! “You’re done, Bob!” The blonde declares with a giggle as the penis in her hand stops issuing semen. As she slaps the taller man on his butt cheeks, she adds, “You two can go get back in one of the lines of you want.”

“Yes, you may go,” the raven-haired girl concurs as she glances up to the balding man’s face above her, and then redirects her attention to wipe one last gob of semen off the tip of the man’s penis with her thumb. “If you do not wish another turn with this girl, you can return to the bar and build up another load to feed to the girl who will be offered to you during overtime.”

I watch as the two men hurry away, and then lift my head to stare down my body as I feel something other than a finger pressed against my anus. “Not yet, honey!” the eastern European girl chides as she pushes my head back downward. “Clean my thumb first!” As soon as the thumb is in my mouth and I’m sucking on it, the raven-haired girl asks the platinum blonde, “You are Sylvia, right? You’ve been the wealth before?”

“Yeah, that’s right…uhhm…Basha? I’ve taken the fuck station three times so far. And you?”

“Just once!” the raven-haired girl declares somewhat less than enthusiastically while I feel the pressure removed from my back door and replaced with a finger pushing more lubricant past my sphincter. “It was either that, let my husband get me circumcised, or accept a divorce and get deported back to Poland. Now he wants me to do it again, but this time I have to do it no limits!”

“Ouch! Might be fun! Better than getting yourself circumcised don’t you think?”

“I suppose. Say, do you want to get a set of girls from the back wall to trade places when they’re done sixty-nining each other and try to get our own climaxes tonight?”

“Sure, I’m game, but let’s wait until halftime, okay?” I watch the raven-haired girl nod and then the two girls return to their stations as the finger is pulled from my behind.

Then I feel the different-feeling fleshy object return to my anal opening, and my head pops back up. Pat grins at me and then glances back down to the tip of his rigidly erect penis, which has been positioned at the tiny opening to my anus. Again, the blood rushes out of my face, this time because I know I’m about to get butt fucked for my first time.

Even as I’m blushing at the nastiness of the terminology that just flooded through my mind, a hand touches my forehead and begins pushing downward. It’s the Latino guy from the ‘fluffer’ station behind me ready for his fellatio.

“Hold on a second, Carlos, me boyo,” Pat calls out as he chuckles at my squirming. “Could you be a good lad and wait until I’ve a filled the lass’s anus? One of the true joy’s of anal sex is watching a semi-reluctant partner’s face as she gets her back door forced open for the very first time…and Patch, there, tells me Miss Pryde is an anal virgin.

“Sure, no problem, Mister O’Leary,” Carlos replies and then laughs softy. “I’ll probably just get closer to shooting off as I watch too. I can’t wait to feed this baby-faced puta my jism!”

“Say when, Miss Pryde!” Pat chortles jovially as he shakes his head at Carlos’s insult.

Oh God! Now I’m supposed to sanction what technically amounts to anal rape! I need a clever comeback! I stutter, “W…wh…whe…. Go ahead, Pat.”

“Push her legs up, ladies,” Pat instructs the two girls who’ve been helping out by using my ankles to hold my legs apart and off the ground. “Let’s see if the lass has been doing her yoga exercises.” As the two girls join the Irishman in laughing at a joke that isn’t particularly funny, they push my ankles upward and towards my head. My thighs rotate inward, and my legs bend at the knees, but my ankles are quickly high above my ribcage. This, of course, has caused my pelvis to rotate too, and my anus is lifted giving Pat a better angle.

I feel Pat readjust his own hips and then press forward. The pressure on my anus gradually increases, and a look of intense concentration forms on my face. Yeah, the Irishman’s penis has my full attention! Soon, I can feel my rubbery gateway start to push inward, and my eyes bug out and my mouth forms an open ‘O’. I’m resisting the intrusion! There’s no way Pat’s going to breach that unidirectional gateway!

The pressure increases, and I issue a low moan. I can feel the ring that is my sphincter muscle being pressed inward, but then I can feel the ring begin to widen in diameter, too. My mind is totally focused on the subtle discomfort as the widening continues at a barely perceptible rate. The discomfort becomes less and less subtle, and the widening becomes more perceptible. I can begin to sense that some progress is being made inward past the ring, too. The outward pressure on the elastic muscle becomes very uncomfortable, yet still not what you could call painful, but still, I can tell something is getting past my gateway.

“Are you almost in, Pat?” I ask, and I can hear more than a little panic in my voice.

“Not even a third of my glans, Miss Pryde. You’ll know when I’ve won my way through. We have to go slow this first time. Once you know what to expect it will be easier. However, me darling, if you want to be of help, concentrate on relaxing your muscles back there.”

I nod and feel the pressure increase. I can feel my muscle stretching again. It’s starting to hurt! Pat presses harder. I feel like I’m about to tear! I concentrate on relaxing. I can feel movement inward into my cavity, but I suspect from what I felt before I asked for that last progress report that it’s still just the glans that’s trying to win its way through. The pain increases just a bit more, but then I feel the movement increase inward for just a short second, and I hear Pat breathe with relief as he pauses for about three seconds, and the discomfort subsides, but only by half.

Pat presses forward again, and I can feel movement into my cavity, I think at a fairly steady rate. It seems to go on forever, but then I feel the bar owner’s pelvis press against my bum, and I know I’m no longer an anal virgin either. Pat issues a grunt of satisfaction, and pauses to let me get my head around the sensation of having my anus filled. It’s a little bit like the overfull feeling I had when my vagina was first filled, but just feels WRONG. The sensation of my sphincter muscle being held stretched open is there too!

Now I can feel Pat’s penis slowly being pulled backward. This goes on for what seems like several long seconds, still causing my rubbery circle of muscle to feel abused. I become terrified that the glans will actually slip out of my butt and I’ll have to go through the anal invasion again! Then the bar owner pushes his member forward again, and I can feel my anal cavity refilled at a fairly steady rate.

“I thank ye for your patience, Carlos,” Pat announces as he grins at the mixture of terror and wonder on my face. “The lass is ready for an ass fucking now. You can feed her gullet another load of semen when you’re ready.”

“Thanks, Mr. O’Leary!” the Latino chortles back as he presses downward on my forehead. “That was quite an interesting show. Do you know how to suck cock, puta? Show me! Or should I face fuck you like your sharer did?”

I get pissed, naturally, but I control my temper. I AM a card carrying superheroine after all. I reply, “I’ll do my best, Carlos. Patch taught me a few tricks, but I can’t yet claim to be able to suck the chrome off of a trailer hitch like the Keno girls were supposed to be able to do in that movie, ‘The Electric Horseman’.” I grin as the room is filled with laughter.

As Carlos pushes his manhood into my mouth, I can feel Pat slowly pulling his penis backwards in my anal cavity again. This time, as I begin sucking on the Latino’s glans like a lollypop, it never even crosses my mind that the bar tender might accidentally slide his member past my sphincter. By the time Pat is pushing himself back into me, this time much more quickly, I’m circling Carlos’s glans’ corona with my tongue and he’s moaning in pleasure.

Pat withdraws most of the way again, and I push my head forward and press Carlos’s penis head into my esophagus. The bartender shoves back in, I pull my head back, swirl and suck, and push my head forward and then twist my neck to-and-fro. Carlos is gasping with pleasure! Pat pulls confidently backward, and I pull my head back and suck hard while rubbing my tongue under the penis shaft in my mouth. The bartender slams his manhood into my ass, and I thrust my head forward and twist neck to-and-fro my again.

Carlos groans and grins as he throws his head back and I’m swallowing ejaculate yet again. I pull my head slightly back so that the salty load of sticky syrup is pouring into my mouth, while Pat pulls his penis backwards. This time I’m swallowing as fast as I can and I manage to keep from adding to the mess on my face while Pat slams his member into my anus yet again. By the time the Latino steps backward, pulling his penis from my mouth, the Irishman his humping into my ass with a steady rhythm, just like he would if he was filling my vagina.

My hopes of being able to concentrate on what anal sex feels like are crushed by the appearance of Sylvia and Basha, with a black guy and a white guy, respectively, at the side of the fuck station, and a blond-haired guy with a member stiff and leaking pre-cum behind me turned loose by the blonde ‘fluffer’. I shrug as I watch Sylvia pumping her fist over the black guy’s shaft to my left as she points the penis towards the top of my breasts, while Basha jerks the white guy off to my right as she aims his member at my lower breasts. Things are going to be messy before ‘prime time’ is over!

I give my anus one last assessment—Pat’s really humping me hard and fast now—before I dip my head back and take the blond-haired guy’s five-and-a-half incher into my mouth while cupping his scrotum filled with grape-sized gonads in my left hand. I have none of the symptoms of a building climax. Is anal sex only fun for one?

I immediately jump into my suck like lollypop, swirl tongue around rim of penis glans, push forward head forward to deep throat, twist neck, pull head back, suck like lollypop routine while I push my right hand towards my clitoris. I want another climax! Basha doesn’t see things my way, and pulls my right arm sideways while she masturbates the white guy furiously. Almost instantly, while Pat is still pummeling my anal cavity, I’m being sprayed with ejaculate from both sides, which seems to go on for ages.

Soon, however, Sylvia and Basha have stepped back to their ‘fluffer’ stations and I’m finally diddling my pleasure button while fellating the blond-haired guy as he moans with pleasure. The effect of my diddling is almost electric! My tummy grows tight and my sex begins to glow almost immediately even as my ass burns from anal abuse. Maybe Illyana is overestimating the benefits of a nice clitoridectomy!

The blond-haired guy fills my mouth with his seed during the swirl tongue around penis corona stage of my routine, before adding another two teaspoons of ejaculate to my right cheek. My head comes up to stare at Pat while my sex glows with pleasure as I circle the rim of my clitoris with my middle finger. The Irishman’s head is tipped back as he slams his pelvis back and forth against my crotch. Pat’s close to finishing! I switch to gently tapping over my clitoris with all four fingers, and as the bar owner issues a “OOOOHHHYESSS!” and I feel warm wetness inside me. I shrill “AHHHHHH! OHHHHhhhh! UHHHHUUHhhhhh!” while I buck atop the ‘fuck station’ and my sphincter clenches and unclenches due to my ongoing climax. Pat is grinning like I’m giving him the ride of his life!

“Why I thank ye, Patch, me boyo,” Pat rasps a few seconds later, after pulling his wilted member out of my burning behind, as the girls holding my legs lower my lower limbs and tug them wider, this time allowing me to bend my knees slightly as they grip me behind the knee joint. “This is a fine lass you’re a generously sharing with us! It would be a pleasure for us if you were to bring her back for additional visits and again share the wealth.”

“I’d love to be able to do that, Pat!” Logan declares as he holds his ale glass out towards the bar owner. “Katherine and I will talk it over at the end of the evening, after she’s had a chance to fully appreciate the experience.”

“I’ll be keeping my fingers crossed, in that case, me boyo!” Pat chirps back as he winks down at me. “So will my customers, I’ll be a wagering, as long as Miss Pryde pays attention to her duties.”

I blush badly as Pat nods at a skinny black guy standing behind me wiggling his penis behind my head. I grin sheepishly, shrug, and lean my head back while Pat steps to the side and proclaims, “That’s a good lass, Katherine! Jaycee, I believe that pretty pussy is yours to use. Do enjoy, me boyo!”

“Will do, Pat,” Jaycee chortles as he steps between my legs. “Gaylan’s swimmers might have gotten a head start, but I’m damned confident that I’m the one that’s going to have this honky bitch eating for two.”

It’s back to blushing at THAT sordid proclamation, but I manage to carry on with my fellatio duties as I feel Jaycee press his dark-skinned penis between my labial lips. My second intercourse partner’s equipment isn’t especially long, maybe five-and-a-half inches, but it’s as thick as a coke can. Jaycee evidently doesn’t believe in preliminaries. While I’m slurping around the penis in my mouth, he goes right to pummeling my sex at a really quick pace. The nice thick penis feels great! I’m building to another climax as the skinny dark-skinned guy feeds my gullet with his seed, but before I can get off, Jaycee is gasping as he finishes too. For the first time in my life I’m left hung up on the edge of climax!

“Take good care of my kid, white girl!” Jaycee chortles as he steps to the side just as Sylvia and Basha lead two more middle-aged white guys to stand beside me while the skinny black guy who just fed me wanders away. I’m still frowning at Jaycee for leaving me in need as he slaps the third of the dark-skinned foursome, the tallest of the bunch, on the back and proclaims, “Enjoy yourself, Willie! Damn that girl’s tight. Course it’s a waste of good jism on your part. If Gaylan didn’t lucky and give the skinny bitch a baby, I’m sure I did. Damn, I’d like to see her belly about nine months from now!”

Willie is just nodding with a stupid grin on his face as Alice spits his penis out of her mouth and shoves him between my legs. Jeese! The tall lanky guy’s penis is only five inches long! Pretty thick though! My attention is brought back to my head as my mouth pops open of my own accord; this time its Sylvia who’s masturbating a warm phallus furiously while aiming the meatus at my parted teeth. Several gobs of sticky semen land in Sylvia’s target zone just as Basha’s charge adds to the mess on my B-cups.

As the blonde on the ‘fluffer’ rug behind me pushes a positively ancient looking Chinese guy, sans pants but still wearing a suit jacket, white shirt, and tie, towards my head, I snatch a quick look at Willie as he rubs the smallish penis between my labial lips. While my head gets roughly positioned and an even smaller penis gets pushed into my mouth by the old man, I feel Willie’s willie plunge into my vagina. It takes only three pumps, while I’m busy performing my fellatio routine, to bring me back to the edge of climax. The tightness in my belly grows, my vulva and vagina begin to glow, and three humps later Willie is spurting semen into my love canal. Yeah, I’m frustrated! I still manage to swallow all of the Chinese fellow’s surprising substantial discharge.”

My head pops up as Roy steps between my legs sporting a rather average-sized six-inch penis at the ready. I quickly check to note that Sylvia and Basha are falling behind and aren’t even close to getting another pair of men ready to soil me, although the Blonde behind me has just pointed a young-looking white kid with a nice stiff seven incher my mouth’s way. I flex my legs to get the attention of the girls holding my legs up and spread, just as Roy seems to be lining his penis up with my vulva, and chirp, “Go ahead and take a break, ladies. Hopefully, it will be a few minutes, and not a few seconds, before I need your help again. This time, my legs are going around Roy’s waist, and I’m not letting him go until he makes me climax. Can you help a girl out, Roy?”

Roy grins a very cute grin and, as I scissor my strong dancer’s legs around his waist chortles, “Sure, I think I can get a grip on my libido and make sure you enjoy a nice big cum, Miss…uhm…Pryde. I do that, you make sure it’s my tadpoles that find your egg, right?”

“I’ll do my best to make you a daddy, Roy. I don’t want to be left hung up on the edge of climax, yet again. Now go for it! You too!” I add as I nod to the young-looking white kid massaging his penis with his right hand just past my head. “I can walk and chew gum at the same time!”

“Don’t you mean, suck and fuck at the same time, hot stuff?” the baby-faced kid quips back. “If you can, that’s definitely a plus at Club STW!” As I open my mouth to reply, my clever retort gets cut off as the kid’s penis finds the back of my mouth in one quick thrust.

I’m able to drain the semen from the kid and two other guys with my mouth while Roy has nice slow intercourse with me—jeese, not too many minutes ago intercourse was a vague concept to me, not a reality to gloat over—before I’m issuing a staccato sigh of climax and the last of the foursome of black guys assigned by the Wolverine to impregnate me seeds my womb. I’m thanking Roy profusely for his kind ministrations while Sylvia and Basha push men to either side of me to soil my torso yet again, and the leg-holder girls have once again taken charge of my ankles.

The next guy in the line beyond my widespread legs is an anal enthusiast. His entry into my rear portal is a lot less traumatic than Pat’s was, even though this guy, a Mexican I think, is a bit better endowed. My anus is burning when he finishes, and it continues to grow rawer as every third or fourth guy from that line chooses to have an anal adventure. I never manage another climax during anal sodomy, but, fortunately, every second or third guy that chooses to use my vagina manages to get me off. Meanwhile, I’ve been fellating guys to climax at nearly double the rate of ejaculations between my legs. Neither of those lines of pant-less men seems to be shortening, but Sylvia and Basha’s customers are getting to be sporadic; I guess not that many men are willing to settle for masturbation, even if they get to make a mess on me!

Thinking of ME, well I guess I’m getting comfortable with the life lesson Logan has elected to teach me. What I hear next lets me know THAT’S about to change!”

To be continued!

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