Chapter 6. Stretching Comfort Zones

“Patch, you generous man,” Mary’s Irish accent declares behind me, “I’ve brought you another ale to wet your whistle with, and a request for your consideration. My da happened to mention to the waitresses that you’ve left Katherine’s usage by other girls open as user’s choice. Several of the girls, two to be specific, have asked Pat to act on their behalf as male sponsor to petition you to let them give Miss Pryde a girl-on-girl go. Da thought maybe you’d be open to it, given that you’ve declined to commit to bringing the colleen back for another go as wealth. He’s a figurin’ you mean to get the lass clipped when she fails your usual lesbian test.”

“Now, Mary, darling, I will admit that getting Kitty cut has come up several times tonight. However, I assure you that most every time it was the skirt that raised the subject. She and her roommate seem to think a nice declitting comes with attractive benefits a frail can and should enthusiastically embrace. Advocate of female circumcision that I am, I haven’t yet decided whether to let Katherine’s wishes come true tonight…or maybe four months from now.”

Despite the fact that I have one penis in my mouth and another in my vagina, Wolverine’s astonishing reply to the Irish waitress has my full attention. ‘Female circumcision advocate! Oh, GOD! What have I got myself into?’

“In that case, granting the girls’ request, through Pat, will help you make up your mind! What do you say, Patch?”

“You’ve got a good argument going for you, Mary. You gonna ride the wench’s face yourself?”

“Not tonight, Patch, although I admit I enjoy a nice tongue bath as much as the next girl. You know that getting off on another lass’s face doesn’t make a colleen a lesbian don’t you?”

“Yep! Don’t care! If I have a hankering to watch a nice declitting, I’ll jump on any excuse I can get. Tell your waitresses they can tag team Katherine from both ends when these two boys are done with her. Tell them I want the wealth to get better than she gives, as I’m assuming, perhaps falsely, that she hasn’t done girl-on-girl before and will need to be educated in techniques. That work for you, Mary?”

JEESE! Again Wolverine is committing me to do things I’ve hardly even ever imagined I’d find myself doing. Again I feel like a slab of meat on the table. Partly, I’m hoping that Mary will have a problem with Logan’s offer, but I’m wondering what being with other girls will be like at the same time. Will I climax if I don’t want to, knowing that the orgasm might just get me neutered by a friend and teammate? “OOOOGGHH, AAAGGGgggHH, UHHUGGGGHhhh!” I don’t know whether it’s the physical stimulation or the thought of getting my clitoris clipped out of my vulva that sends me over the edge of the climax cliff. Whichever it is, my vociferous orgasm causes both the penis in my mouth and the one in my vagina to erupt, flooding each orifice with another load of semen.

“Indeed, Patch!” Mary declares in a raised voice as I issue a second triple sigh of ecstasy. “Let me know how I can repay the favor! In the meantime, I think this is a good time to declare halftime! You folks help each other keep track of your places in line while the clean-up crew volunteers make Miss Pryde decent. Then we’ll be a giving the lass a five-minute pee break before Club STW staff cuts to the front of the line to get the second half of prime time a going. Look alive, girls! This is where you pay the piper for all the fun you’ve had making a mess on the strumpet!”

“I know exactly how you can repay the favor, Mary!” Wolverine declares as Mary turns to hurry away.

“I see, Patch.” Mary declares with a wide grin on her face as she turns back towards Logan while my four fluffers rise and step towards me. “Will it be prime time on a Wednesday, my night off, so that you can haul me to the body modification technician when I’m done filling the fuck station, Patch. Or will it be prime time on one of my regular work days and a foregoing of a visit to your favorite castratrix?”

“Oh, I think we can make do with a regular work day, Mary,” Wolverine chortles back with a smirk on his face. “As always, you’re going to be real popular, so don’t let them schedule anything for overtime that night. As for the circumcision, which I’ve just admitted I’m a real proponent for, if you’re dad will sanction it I’ll have the castratrix come here and we’ll let the clientele watch!”

“Sounds good, Patch!” Mary spits back with a wicked grin on her face. “In that case you can schedule me turn on the fuck station with my da…and ask him about the sanctioning of me neutering at the same time. To be honest, Patch, I fear the old man just might see things your way. Get the strumpet cleaned up girls!” Mary is giggling with an introspective look on her face as I watch her hurry away.

As the patrons of the bar around me begin milling about in gleeful conversation, the four girls who had occupied the ‘fluffer’ rugs around me go to work on me. The blonde from the fellatio prep station behind me, whose name I’ve yet to hear, is scooping semen from my face and neck with her hands and pushing it into my mouth, while Basha and Sylvia, from the ‘soiling’ stations, are doing the same with ejaculate from my body; between the three of them, my mouth is kept too full to give the Wolverine a piece of my mind. Surprisingly, I don’t have the urge to puke! Meanwhile, Alice, from the coitus/anal prep station, is diligently collecting sperm from my pelvis, rump, and thighs on the middle and index finger of her right hand and pushing it into my vagina as she makes quips about ‘equal opportunity for microscopic tadpoles’. I really don’t appreciate the reminder that Logan has set me up for impregnation—I tell myself again that morning after pills are kept in stock in the X-Mansion infirmary, so ‘short stuff’ is sure to be disappointed with his sordid efforts in the long run.

While I can’t talk, I do manage to sneak a look around the room through the chattering crowd.

Three of the four ‘benchs’ along the wall across from me have pairs of naked girls on them; one of the pairs is eagerly going down on each other in a sixty-nine position ignoring the crowd of people around them.

The blonde in the bondage rack against the wall opposite the ‘Sharing Room’ door is sobbing hard and covered with stripes and welts and blotches from whips, and canes, and crops, while her two hunky escorts tease her incessantly as they rest their sore arms. For the first time I’m able to hear some of the teasing, and I learn that one of the men is a boss the blonde has threatened to report for sexual harassment, while the other is a boyfriend she was evidently threatening to dump. Apparently, the blonde, who had thought she was safe in the company of men who she thought didn’t know each other, has been told she’ll continue getting her hide shredded until she signs a nearby body modification technician’s circumcision consent forms. Remind me to let a lawyer do my threatening for me!

There are two more girls in bondage stations along the wall next to the ‘Sharing Room’ door who are both actively being punished—mostly by riding crop strikes directed into their vulvas. These girls are yelping with grins on their faces, so, in their cases, the ‘punishment’ is purely for entertainment.

One of the bar’s waitresses—not one of the two planning to get sexual satisfaction from me shortly, I’m guessing—is wandering through the room taking drink orders. More troubling, the waitress is also passing out free condoms and urging the men to consider using them when they retake their positions in the lines. Evidently, now having been well and thoroughly used, I’m viewed as a disease risk!

I bring my attention back to the ‘fluffers’ around me. It seems most of the obvious ejaculate on my body has now been pushed into either my mouth or vagina. I figure it’s time to vent some pent up frustration at Logan, but before I can spout off the blonde behind me begins French kissing me while Basha and Sylvia begin suckling on my nipples. I forget about those three girls’ rather personal attentions when Alice pushes her mouth over my vulva and begins sucking and licking the ejaculate she has just loaded into me out of me! So that’s what vacuum duty is! I’m flabbergasted to say the least!

This quadruple assault on my sexual assets goes on for a couple of minutes while I’m moaning loudly with pleasure before Alice, having decided my vagina has been properly vacated of ejaculate, turns her attention to my clitoris. The feel of her tongue flickering over my pleasure button is electric! What with the ongoing kissing and breast pleasuring, I last all of thirty seconds under the huge breasted, green-eyed, stunningly lovely brunette’s clitoral assault before I’m singing the staccato song of ecstasy. From the frown on Logan’s face behind me, I’m sure THIS counts as another first for Shadowcat—lesbian sex! From Wolverine’s conversation with Mary, I’m guessing my shameful clitoris has just received a death sentence!

I’m gasping in pleasure and embarrassment when all four ‘fluffers’ begin wiping me down with wet washcloths produced by Mary herself. The newly returned Irish waitress whispers something to Logan, and his frown becomes a smirk, before the Irish waitress chirps, “When you’ve got the strumpet decent, could you take the colleen to the ladies’ room, Alice? I’m hoping you’ll stay on to help her through the end of her stint as wealth as well, sweet girl. You other three lasses, and you leg-holders too, can go about your business. For your help, Club STW is covering you and your men’s drink tab for tonight.”

I don’t have time to think before Alice is tugging on my hand and leading me naked to the ‘Sharing Room’ door. Before I know it, we’re in the main bar with every eye in the room on our nude bodies. Alice doesn’t seem to notice her D-cups being ogled as she casually observes, “You seem to have been enjoying yourself, Kitty.” Yes, that’s right! She called me a very familiar ‘Kitty’, before continuing with, “Tom originally planned to bring me here tonight and just spring being made the wealth on me. I think I probably would have freaked! So it’s a good thing we got bumped. Listening to all of the climaxes you got, however, now I’m eager to take my turn! You’ve had some real studs take you, haven’t you?”

“Uhm, yeah, I guess so, Alice,” I manage to cleverly reply as we turn down the restroom hall. “I HAVE enjoyed the evening…mostly. I’m sure you will too. Uhm…it sounds like Patch is going to get me fixed when we’re done here, though. Will Tom be taking you to a castratrix afterwards, too?”

“OH! Heavens no, Kitty! Tom’s not going to break his favorite sex toy. Go ahead and do your thing, and then we’ll talk. Wait for me, if you get done first. I need to pee too!”

Just like that, having entered the ladies’ room, Alice steps into one of the empty stalls, leaving me with circumcision on my mind. Somehow, I manage to get my business done in one of the other empty stalls. Alice is there waiting for me when I’m done with some sage advice.

“Kitty, if I were you, I wouldn’t worry about what Patch may or may not have you do when your stint as the wealth is done. Either you’re going to get yourself clipped, or you aren’t. There isn’t much you can do to influence your fate now. According to Tom, more than a few guys…maybe one out of five guys who share their wealth…use the girl-on-girl climax as an excuse to get their arm candy circumcised. As if one girl in a hundred could avoid that climax! It sounds like Patch has used that excuse before, so maybe he just uses Club STW as a waiting room for castratrix appointments.”

“Maybe, Alice! I sure didn’t see THAT coming though. No! That’s not true! My roommate and I DID discuss circumcision as a possible life lesson Lo…Patch had in mind for me. It is the being humiliated and shared thing that I didn’t see coming.”

“Has it really been all that bad?” Alice asks as we’re back in the main bar.

I blush beet red before admitting, “No, actually, it’s been a blast. An emotional rollercoaster ride…but lots of fun! You’re right. I shouldn’t worry about things I can’t influence. Besides, Patch hasn’t actually said yet that he IS going to get me clipped. Just that he’s an advocate of female circumcision and that we’ve talked about it.”

“There you go!” the sultry bombshell beside me chirps as she grins at skinny me while we reenter the ‘Sharing Room’. “Make the best of it, and maybe Patch will decide to bring you back to Club STW instead of a visit elsewhere. Hop up onto the fuck station and enjoy another hour of climax after climax! Damn, I can’t wait for my turn!”

I groan softly as I push myself backwards up onto the ‘table’ in the center of the roomful of milling people who, seeing me back, are trying to form themselves into two ragged lines. The groan makes me realize for the first time how sore I am. Sex is hard work! The abandonment of the lines behind the rugs to my sides makes me realize that the humiliation of being intentionally soiled with men’s ejaculate may be behind me. I lose track of Alice as I look around.

“Go ahead and lie back on the fuck station, sweetie,” a tiny, flat-chested, short-haired blonde who is suddenly standing before me wriggling out of a pair of black panties, which she’s wearing under her black micro-skirt above her thigh-high fishnet stockings, suggests with a grin on her face. “Hi, I’m Lisa. We’ve already thanked Patch for sharing the wealth, but I’m going to sneak in a little thanks to you too! We’re going to have you do Rhena first. Mary says this is your first time muff diving, so don’t be nervous. Rhena will tell you how she wants it, and, while you’re trying to follow instructions, I’ll demonstrate the techniques on you while adding a little kibitzing of my own. After both of you girls have a nice cum, Rhena and I will switch places and you can make me sing while Rhena does the same for you. Sound good, sweetie?”

“Uhm…yeah…I guess so. Uhmmm…are you girls…like….”

“Dikes?” the waitress behind me, a gorgeous buxom black girl with long braided black hair who has just placed a strangely wide, low stool on the floor next to the back of the ‘fuck station’ and is now also wiggling out of her waitress costume’s panties, chortles softly, causing most of the crowd of men around me break into chuckles and guffaws.

“Well…I was going to say…lesbians…Rhena,” I stammer while I blush badly for the umpteenth time this evening. “A couple of the girls where I…live…are into each other…and they’ve asked…but I never had the…. I’ve never fooled around that way.”

“No, we’re not lesbians, Miss,” Rhena replies with exaggerated politeness. “We’re not even switch hitters. We’re just confident enough in our heterosexuality to take advantage of a fresh tongue when one comes along. You’re the fresh tongue du jour, Miss!”

“Relax…it’s Kitty, right?” Lisa urges softly. “Look, despite what some men might think, Kitty, there’s nothing wrong with a girl knowing her way around a vulva. When Rhena and I are done with you, you just might be able to teach a few tricks to your lesbian housemates. You’re up for that, aren’t you, sweetie?”

“Uhhh…yeah…I guess. Tonight I mean! I don’t think I’ll want to….”

“Hook up with your lesbian housemates?” Rhena interjects with a giggle while I squirm, still sitting upward on the ‘table’. Then the lovely dark-skinned girl adds with a giggle, “Probably a good choice if there’s any chance Patch will find out about it, Miss Kitty. You’ll keep your pussy in pristine condition just a touch longer, I’d be guessing. Now lean back and let’s get back to business. You still have a lot of people to go through before prime time is over.”

“Not so fast, gals,” Wolverine calls out from where he’s leaning against the wall beside the ‘limits board’ next to Mary. “You want to share the wealth, you show your tits! If that ain’t house rules then they’re my rules!”

“Told you!” Rhena chortles jovially as she grins at Lisa.

“Damn it!” Lisa grumbles under her breath. “Just because I have double A’s….”

“Nothing wrong with small tits, Lisa,” Logan proclaims rather loudly as he chuckles. The Wolverine’s ears are almost as good as his nose! “Me, I kind of like them small. That’s why I’m sweet on Mary here! A-cups, aren’t they, darling?”

“That they are, Patch,” Mary replies, blushing as if she’s off balance for the first time since I’ve seen her. “Stop stalling and put the strumpet to work, girls!”

“Yes, Miss O’Leary,” Rhena says with a giggle as she grins back to the Irish girl while she steps up onto the footstool, “and thanks for acting as go between with Patch there. Letting the guys goggle at our boobies is a small price to pay for riding this pretty girl’s face. Pat said she’s an up-and-coming fashion model!”

Jeese! They actually bought the cover story Logan made up for me! I stare behind me, still sitting upward on the ‘table’, as Rhena pushes her tube top up into her upper chest and arm pits to unveil a pretty pair of dark-skinned swooping C-cups. Then I twist back forward to watch Lisa do the same with her tube top, exposing breasts so small they don’t really form bumps on her pale-skinned chest. I grin as I realize my little B-cups now seem more than adequately sized, and then blush as I realize my nipples are stiffening as I take in the sight of the waitresses’ unveiled titties.

“Enjoy the view, Patch…and the rest of you boys, too!” Rhena chortles as she circles her arms around my own chest as I sit on the padded ‘table’, cups my turgidly tipped B-cups, and gently pulls rearward to make me lay on my back. Then she uses her right hand to press down on my forehead while Lisa bends forward and uses her hands to push my legs up onto her shoulders.

“Don’t push!” I exclaim shrilly while feeling a surge of panic run through me as the back of my head is forced into the dark-skinned girl’s belly. I frown and then force a smile on my face as I say more calmly, “Sorry, Rhena! Just tell me what to do and I’ll follow instructions. I really haven’t done…even thought about doing…this sort of thing before, but I’m willing to learn. Eager, actually!” I admit as my blush deepens.

“I know, Miss Kitty,” Rhena replies with a smirk on her lovely face as she switches from palming my titties to pinching my nipples. “The headlights are always a tipoff. The awkwardness is my fault. I shouldn’t have mounted the stool until you were laid back. Just bend and twist your torso as needed to get your head between my legs, okay?”

I nod as I comply, while the pretty black girl slides her feet sideways to take full advantage of the footstool’s width. When I’m done squirming, I’m staring up into the brownish-tan intricate folds of Rhena’s vulva under her micro-skirt, just inches above my face. I’m more surprised by how heavily ‘lipped’ the entrance to the dark-skinned girl’s love canal is than the difference in color from my own labia’s pinkish-cream flesh tone. So I’m finding this educational! Sue me!

“Are you ready, Miss Kitty?”

“Uhhm…I think so.”

“Not so fast, Rhena!” Logan’s low gravelly voice cuts in again. “Lift the skirt so we can all get a good look at that nice juicy gash of yours before the wealth goes to work on it. Lisa, you remember to do the same when it’s your turn to do the face sitting. Seeing as Kitty is so eager to learn how to give a girl a proper tonguing, I want to decide which quim to trim the next time I get a hankering to watch a cutter at work.”

“Spoilsport!” Rhena growls while giggling at the same time. “You can dream about this uptown girl getting clipped, but it ain’t never gonna happen. If I didn’t like cumming more than anything, I wouldn’t be working at Club STW. I take a turn on the fuck station several times a month!”

While she’s spouting off, the dark-skinned beauty uses her left hand to lift the back of her skirt, and her right forearm to push the front of her skirt up. Then, while the men in the room whistle and make crude remarks, Rhena bows, and I can see the waitress’s vulva is neatly trimmed with her mons pubis covered by a heart-shaped covering of thick, curly black hair.

“Thank you, darling!” Wolverine chuckles loudly enough for the room to hear. “Surprisingly, my fantasies come true quite regularly, but I think maybe you’re right in this case. That nice swollen fleshy pearl at the apex of your twat is likely to remain in residency for the foreseeable future. Either Lisa or Kitty just might not be able to make the same claim though. You can have your fun now.”

“About time, Patch!” Rhena exclaims with a grin of relief on her face. “Lift your head until your neck is in its most comfortable position, Miss Kitty, and then I’ll lower myself onto your mouth and begin making suggestions for you to follow. You can use your hands on my butt or thighs to help center me. This is going to be a blast for all three of us, okay?”

I’ve nodded twice before I realize Rhena is already lowering her sex, and her crack is going to be covering my nose if I don’t do something. I quickly raise my head so my neck is straight and level with my back, while pushing my arms between the dark-skinned waitress’s legs and placing a hand on each butt cheek. I press my hands gently towards my feet, and smile as her sex slides forward as it comes downward and is about to cover my mouth if it comes down just another half inch. I kind of like the slightly musty smell coming from just above me.

“Now that you’ve got Rhena where we want her, sweetie,” Lisa pipes up from between my legs, “pull your arms back forward and place your hands in the insides of her thighs…just here.” I can feel Lisa’s hands palm my upper thighs as her fingers are positioned on either side of my sex. “This way, you can use your index and forefingers to press outward on the apex of her pussy and expose her clit for tonguing,” Lisa continues and then pauses. I gasp in surprise and pleasure as, after I feel Lisa’s fingers press sideways on either side of the front of my privates, I feel something wet circling my pleasure button. The tiny blonde waitress continues with, “Or you can use your thumbs between her inner lips to part her pussy, exposing the inside of said lips for a good tonguing or allowing you to put your tongue or fingers into her vagina.” I gasp again as I feel myself opened up and the tongue that was on my clitty begins probing into the entrance to my love canal.

I stifle a groan of disappointment as Lisa’s tongue leaves my sex, and she urges, “Now you try it, Kitty!” I place my hands on either side of Rhena’s crotch and press the two inner fingers of each hand into the apex of the dark-skinned waitress’s labia majora. Instinctively, the tips of my index fingers slide further inward to press into the forward/upward extensions of Rhena’s labia minora. As I experiment, the privates above me wink open and closed so that I can see flashes of a very tumid clitoris protruding out from beneath Rhena’s rather elongated clitoral hood.

Rhena moans in anticipation and then giggles, before proclaiming, “That’s right, Miss Kitty! But you need to remember the most important tool in your tool box is that lovely tongue of yours. You can make up for forgetting just now later, when it’s time to really focus on my clitty. First, use your thumbs, like Lisa told you, to pull me open just a little and then lick my pussy proper. Just pretend you’re a cat lapping milk from her bowl!”

I gasp as I feel Lisa’s tongue pressed into the rear of the cleft of my own less lippy labia minora, and then pulled forward to the apex of my furrows in a catlike fashion, as the blonde demonstrates what her friend is asking me to do. I moan with pleasure as Lisa does it again, and then she treats me with shorter tongue strokes at seemingly randomly chosen locations between my labial lips for a handful of seconds.

“OH! Miss Kitty! That’s it!” Rhena gasps out as I lift my head, press my thumbs outward, and try to do what Lisa is demonstrating on my own sex. Fortunately—no, that’s a lie, because I’m quite disappointed to be honest—Lisa pulls her own tongue out of me as I drag my tongue from back to front through the intricate folds of Rhena’s labia minora. I do it three times, before switching to shorter strokes through the delicate fleshy lips, some of the strokes more sideways than vertically through the furrow, for nearly a minute.

Rhena moans and then says really breathily, “That’s it! Now…focus on my clit! Don’t press directly into it too much…at least at first…that can be uncomfortably distracting….”

I gasp with surprise as I feel Lisa’s tongue pressed firmly into my own pleasure node, before being pulled away. Uncomfortable is almost an understatement!

“Just circle around the rim or flick your tongue along one side and then the other,” the dark-skinned girl continues, “at least at first.”

I moan with delight as Lisa’s tongue returns to my own sex to demonstrate Rhena’s instructions. I’m quicker witted this time and immediately, after pressing my fingers outward to get the privates I’m playing with to open, begin flicking my own tongue around the rim of the darker toned waitress’s clitoris. I grin as I hear the dark-skinned waitress moan in pleasure. This time, the blonde waitress’s tongue continues working on me as I give her colleague my full attention.

“Just use your imagination and change things up as you go, Miss Kitty,” Rhena gasps out between moans several handfuls of seconds later. “After a few minutes of warm up, you can even lick over the pleasure button. And don’t forget my pussy lips and vagina. They need lovin’ too!”

On cue, I feel Lisa thrust a finger into me—no, it think two fingers actually—and begin pushing them in and out of my vagina while licking both over and around my sexual center. I gasp with joy, but manage to concentrate on what I’m doing to Rhena enough to begin finger fucking her while I continue slurping over her clitoris. I do this to a shivering Rhena for a couple of moments while the black girl moans in pleasure above me, before pulling the digits out of her sex and running my tongue repeatedly through the furrows of her labia minora.

Lisa chuckles into my sex as, watching what I’m doing to her work colleague, she realizes I’m improvising on my own. She licks through my own lower lips a couple of times, before pausing in her ministrations to me, and declaring, “You’ve got the basics down real good now, sweetie! Rhena’s really enjoying what you’re doing to her…perhaps a bit too much! Most girls would have had a nice come by now! And if you weren’t concentrating so hard on Rhena, you’d be one of them. One more lesson in technique, and then we’re going to try to put an end to my gal pal’s fun with a special culmination trick I just read about. In addition to using your mouth to lick a girl’s pussy, it’s fun for both participants to kiss and suck over her pussy…especially her clit.”

I feel Lisa kiss my inner lips a couple of times, before making me moan as she kisses my sexual center. The moan becomes a squeal as the blonde waitress sucks over my clitty. I giggle, despite being so close to stepping over the climax cliff that I almost can’t stand it, and shower kisses on Rhena’s labial lips. The black girl giggles with me, joy easily read in her voice, before stiffening and holding her breath as I kiss and then suck over her clitoris. The whole room knows Rhena—well me and Rhena—are on the verge of orgasm.

I’m almost unable to concentrate on what Lisa is saying, as she declares, “You girls have had enough fun. It’s time to try that trick I read about in the Wasp’s sex advice blog in the Scarlet’s Sanctum section of The Wizard’s Lair website. Using the fronts of your index and middle fingers to spread the apex of Rhena’s pussy so you can tongue her clit between your fingers…that’s it, keep tonguing…slowly slide the pad of your upward turned thumb into her vagina. That’s it! Now, about an inch and a half in, and you might have to explore to find just the right place, gently rub the pad of your thumb into the front of the vaginal wall. You’re trying to find the G-spot!”

I gasp with joy as, while I’m trying to follow instructions as I pleasure a shivering and moaning Rhena above me, Lisa’s tongue is returned to my clitoris. As I’m rubbing my own thumb into the front wall of the black girl’s vagina, I feel Lisa’s thumb enter my own love canal. The blonde’s thumb is brushing the roof of my love canal inside me, gradually working ever deeper into my vagina, while I lick Rhena’s clit and work my own thumb deeper into her. Suddenly, Rhena’s body begins quaking as she issues a triple sigh of climax, and she thrusts her pelvis down while squeezing her thighs inward.

At first I’m about to panic as the dark-skinned waitress is throttling me with her pussy, but then the pad of Lisa’s thumb touches just the right spot. A muffled, “OOOOHHH! AAAHHHHhhhhh! UHHHhhHHuuhhh!” rings through the room as my universe shatters and I sigh loudly in climax. Having sex with girls is great!

“Yep!” Lisa calls out from between my legs as I join Rhena in a second gasped out sigh of orgasm. “That’s what the winsome Wasp calls her lesbian terminator technique. That’s guaranteed to get a girl neutered if being the first to climax decides who get’s clipped during a climax aversion contest! My turn to ride the wealth’s face, Rhena! Your turn to kibitz while you lick Kitty’s pussy!”

I think I’m probably turning blue from lack of oxygen by the time a gasping and moaning Rhena finally nods and lifts her privates off the lower half of my face. I’m hardly concerned to be honest, because I’m still soaking in the erotic heat from my own climax. Finally, I manage to clear my addled mind as the dark-skinned waitress gushes, “Oh, that was damn nice, Miss Kitty! Lisa’s right! It’s my turn to do you while you make Miss Sexpert squeal with delight!”

I quickly sit up, once Rhena steps backwards off the stool, and look around. Alice is standing next to me grinning with obvious envy. Past my legs, the guys are all sporting painful looking erections as they watch an excited Lisa start forward to switch positions with her colleague. Behind Rhena’s now vacated position, I’ve got another lineup of male member salutes from the fellatio line. Off to one side, though, Wolverine seems to be the exception. Oh, Logan’s massive member is far from flaccid, but it’s hanging downward and short stuff appears to be more than a little grumpy. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out my stocky teammate doesn’t care much for watching lesbian sex. Actually, given what’s been said, maybe the Wolverine has a beef against lesbians. Jeese, I hope he doesn’t think I’m...! Jeese! Am I a...? I certainly climaxed pretty darn hard…well twice now, actually…while I was having sex with…!

“Lay back again, sweetie,” Lisa instructs as she steps between me and the Canadian mutant I’m staring at with concern on my face. Meanwhile Rhena steps between my legs, bends over, and guides my legs over her shoulders. Then the diminutive blonde grins at the men behind her and exclaims, “Don’t worry, guys! I’m so damn horny from watching Kitty give Rhena a nice cum, I’m not going to take long to get off, and then her mouth will be ALL yours!”

Most everyone chuckles while tiny Lisa steps up onto the low, wide stool to straddle my face as she stands on her tippy toes, and I’m staring at a more musky smelling vulva with more linear labia minora and a less elongated clitoral hood. I lick my lips with anticipation, before flashing an apologetic look at Logan who’s shaking his head over something. I’m still wondering what that something is as I stick my hands on Lisa’s buttocks to guide her descent over my face, when short stuff rather loudly clears his throat.

“OOPS!” Lisa declares and then giggles nervously. “I almost forgot! Don’t worry! I’m not nearly so shy about showing my pretty pussy as I am my little tits, Patch.” The blonde waitress grins above me as she lifts the front and back of her skirt, eliciting another round of whistles and rude remarks from the lineups of men. As Lisa bows to her audience, I notice two things: her swollen clitoris is large—half again larger than the average-sized pea; and her pubic mound is clean shaven—I’ll never know if she bleaches her hair!

“A pretty sight indeed, Lisa,” Logan observes with exaggerated politeness before adding, “although it would probably benefit from the trimming I thought you were going to get for your forgetfulness. Now I may just need to let who cums first be the deciding factor on who I take to my body modification specialist friend when we’re done with the prime time entertainment.”

“If you’re saying you’re paying, I’m your girl, Patch!” Lisa declares enthusiastically with obvious sincerity. “I’ve got a sugar daddy that says he’ll marry me tomorrow if I’ll get myself clipped first so…he assumes…I can’t cheat on him anymore. No prenuptial agreement to be signed, either. I’d already be a less girlish girl if I had the money…AND I could actually convince myself that paying someone to harvest the core of a very expensive necklace pendent from ME was something that should be paid for by ME! Don’t worry fellahs! If Patch isn’t joshing, I’ll still be back to pull my stint as overtime wealth next Tuesday! I’ll just be a bit less vociferous than I have been in the past.”

“Sorry, darling!” the Wolverine declares with obvious chagrin. “Watching a nice declitting is only fun when the girl being declitted knows what she’s losing and is reluctant to do the losing. Now, while you’re safe but disappointed, Kitty isn’t safe and is probably more than a little reluctant to sacrifice her sex life, now that she’s just learned what sex is all about. Why don’t you girls keep me from being peeved at her by putting her third lesbian climax behind her as quickly as possible and getting her back to being a toy for boys. That way she just might make it back home with a clit at the apex of her pussy instead of in a stasis box.”

It takes about two seconds for Logan’s threat to sink into my thick skull, but, as soon as I realize what short stuff is saying, my head pops up of its own accord and I find my tongue swirling around Lisa’s big, blood-engorged pleasure node. My eyes must be filled with the concern I’m feeling, because Rhena bursts into laughter. To give the darker skinned waitress credit, she IS pumping her fingers in and out of my sex as she chuckles and giggles.

Lisa is shivering above me as she gasps in pleasure, before giggling for a short moment, and then moaning with satisfaction. Finally, the petite blonde proclaims, “It’s not as funny as you think, Rhena. Patch isn’t joking about diminishing someone’s fun during their fuck station stints. He hauled a big-breasted redhead off to the cutter the last time he was here. Now you might think he’s settled on clipping Kitty, but if you get lazy I’m betting he goes for your climax button instead. After all, Patch told Mary something about being able to do the fashion model four months from now, so he’s no need to be in a rush to neuter her tonight. You on the other hand…well I wouldn’t count on either Mary or Pat interfering with Patch’s fun!”

“Point taken, Lisa,” Rhena acknowledges with a giggle. “Although I’m guessing Patch has probably guessed you’re not quite as eager to get yourself clipped as you pretend, so we’re all three of us at risk if we can’t keep him from “being peeved” at us for not cumming fast enough. That means I’m going to keep my own muff diving lessons to a minimum and make Kitty cum as quick as I can. Miss Kitty, if I were you, I’d be doing my best to make Lisa get off before you do by applying what you learned earlier, my kibitzing now, and a whole lot of imagination to the task at hand. Now, let’s give the clitty a treat….”

I gasp and moan as I feel Rhena’s tongue swirl around my swollen pleasure node, followed by a gentle kiss, and then some more tongue teasing. I do the same for Lisa, eliciting the same sounds of pleasure from the flat-chested blonde as she shivers with excitement above me. I feel the fingers of Rhena’s left hand probing into my vagina as she holds the forward part of my labial lips open with her right hand, and I mimic her technique using my hands on Lisa’s sex.

“Now, while we’re giving those lower lips the attention they deserve, let’s keep that clit buzzing with pleasure by moving our left fingers up and doing what we like to do to ourselves when we’re diddling,” Rhena chortles. As the dark-skinned girl chuckles while she’s lapping her tongue through my labia minora, I feel her fingers gently skim across my engorged pleasure node, and gently circle it several times. Then, as I begin to work Lisa’s vulva with my fingers while tonguing her labial lips, Rhena’s fingers begin rapidly, but gently, tapping over my pleasure button. I gasp as I feel myself edging ever closer to the climax cliff, struggling to make my fingers do the same to a quivering and moaning Lisa.

“Tongue back to clitty and fingers back to fucking,” Rhena instructs while demonstrating using my dripping wet sex. I gasp and grin as my sex begins to glow and I feel that familiar tightness begin to form in my abdomen—I fight off being culminated. I’m hoping Lisa’s having more trouble keeping her composure as my tongue and fingers trade targets. I badly want to outlast the blonde sitting on my lower face.

“Last tip!” Rhena declares as she briefly pulls her own mouth from my sex. “Without actually biting, gently nip at your sex partner’s clit. The feel of scraping teeth on your pleasure button can have the same effect as that thumb trick Lisa learned.”

My dark-skinned tutor is still talking as I understand her instructions and gently nip at Lisa’s large, tumid clitoris. The tiny-titted blonde is squealing with more-than-pleasant surprise as Rhena continues using her teeth on me to demonstrate her culminating technique. Meanwhile, I’ve pushed my upturned thumb into Lisa’s vagina. The blonde is about to find out just how good a student I am, as I combine everything I’ve learned from the two girls to try to make sure the blonde loses the climax aversion race. Maybe Logan’s joking about taking one of us to a castratrix to get us declitted…but maybe not. With the Wolverine, you can never tell! I hope to delay female circumcision for as long as possible…hopefully forever!

Lisa’s squeal gets louder as I rub my thumb pad against the forward wall of her vagina just a little further up her love canal, while alternating swirling my tongue around, kissing and sucking over, and scraping my teeth gently over her swollen love button. The blonde gasps and moans, obviously straddling the climax cliff. I freeze as Rhena nips at my own pleasure node a second time followed by the swirling of her tongue tip.

OH! GOD! I’m so close to cumming! I don’t want to fight it! Am I about to earn myself a circumcision at the end of the night? The prospect, surprisingly, brings me ever closer to climax! I try fight for composure and slide my thumb just a bit further into Lisa and gently rub as I kiss and lick Lisa’s clitoris.

“OOOHH! AHHHhhhh! UHHUHHhhh!” rings through the room. It’s Lisa’s staccato sigh of ecstasy!

My own climax takes me by surprise and I gasp and buck even as Lisa’s thighs clamp inward to keep my mouth over her pulsating sex.

“AAHHhhhhh! AHHHhhhh! OH YEAH!” the blonde screams over my own cries of climatic release as her face tilts up and she grins with joy. “Well done, Kitty! You’re a natural when it comes to girl on girl sex. Hook up with me and I’ll kiss my sugar daddy goodbye forever!”

As I sigh with pleasure and blush from Lisa’s overly enthusiastic compliment, I suddenly realize that Rhena is slapping my legs and trying to force her face away from my sex. Damn, I’m doing the same to her as Lisa is doing with me. I quickly open my legs to release the dark-skinned waitress while using my arms to push Lisa’s crotch off my face.

“Uhmm…,” I finally manage to force out of my lungs. “Thanks, Lisa…you too, Rhena…for the lessons. That was pretty fun…and I’m pretty sure…given my avocation…as a fashion model, I mean…I’ll use what I learned to my advantage…in the future. But, Lisa, I don’t think I’m ready for a girlfriend…that kind of relationship, I mean. I think I might be more of a boy’s kind of girl…so I think I’d like to give that a try…first I mean.”

“Good answer, Pryde!” Wolverine snorts loudly over the chuckles and giggles filling the room. “You heard her boys! The wealth has had enough pussy for a while and is craving cock. Fill her up!”

Chapter 7. Picking Up the Pace

With that sordid command, Rhena backs out from between my legs, pushes her tube top down, and bends to pick up her black lacy panties, while Lisa steps off the low, wide stool, re-covers her own breasts, and retrieves her panties. Meanwhile, the men at the heads of the two ragged lines grin impatiently and stare hungrily at me as I try to get comfortable with draping my legs off the end of the short, rectangular, padded, nearly waist-high table that is the ‘fuck station’ of the ‘Sharing Room’.

“Just put the straddling stool against the wall instead of back into the equipment closet, Rhena,” Mary instructs with an ear-pleasing Irish accent, but with an air that conveys an expectation that her instructions will be obeyed forthwith. “We may need it again shortly. Lisa, fetch my Notary Public stamp and my best pen. No, it’s not for one of you three lasses…at least I don’t think Patch has made his mind up about THAT just yet. A couple of other lads seem to think they’ve silk tongued their arm candy into accepting a free trip to Doctor Cummings’ body modification clinic. While you’re at it, get yet another waitress in here to help take drink orders.”

As both Lisa and Rhena finish pulling their panties back on and hurry away, Mary adds, “You lads at the heads of the lines stop dallying. A lot more folks are waiting for their turn, or their next turn, at sharing the wealth before we baptize Katherine as a ‘prime time’ princess and send her home with a grin on her face. I’m thinking you men should put her on her belly for a bit and set a vigorous pace as you do your best to make her squeal before you…well, as Patch put it so eloquently…fill her up. Let me remind you that Club STW staff may cut to the front of the line at any time. I expect that Curly will want to take his turn with this fine-looking colleen when his break from doorman duty comes up shortly. Hop to it, boyos!”

I take a quick peak in both directions and practically cringe as dozens of men (well there’s a couple of women mixed in) surge forward with eager anticipation and, well, horniness, written on their faces while the ragged lines become even more ragged and the queue begins to dissolve into a semi-orderly mob. Suddenly, the balding middle-aged Caucasian bruiser standing at the front of the coitus/anal line, sporting a rock-hard, coke-can-thick uncircumcised six-incher, roughly drags me off the padded fornication perch, spins me around, shoves my thighs against the edge of the ‘fuck station, and commands, “Bend over and rest your tits on the table, baby!”

As I do my best to comply—no choice really, given the palm of the bruiser’s hand between my shoulder blades and the firm forward and downward push it’s exerting—the balding gorilla grunts, “Center her!”

The older grey-haired skinny black guy heading the fellatio line grabs my lower head behind my ears and deftly drags me forward until my collarbones are at the front edge of the table and declares, “Good to go! You?” There’s a bead of seminal fluid leaking from the tip of the older guy’s nearly two-inch thick seven-inch-long circumcised penis, which is already brushing the lips of my mouth as he awaits an affirmation.

“Yep!” comes from behind me as I instinctively palm the corners of the leather covered table, and I groan when the bruiser uses his feet and knees to wedge my legs open until they form a V-shape. I feel something big and hard pressed between my labial lips. I gasp with surprise and discomfort as, without a word of warning, the gorilla buries his manhood to the hilt in my vagina. My mouth opens as I gasp and the black guy’s penis slips past my lips and between my teeth, straight to the back of mouth to part my tonsils. My vagina burns and my jaw aches, and I moan with frustration and just a touch of trepidation as I wonder just how sore I’m going to be at the end of the night given the fact that Alice said that I had about an hour left to spend on the ‘fuck station’ when we got back from the bathroom break.

“Suck me off, white girl!” the guy exploring my mouth with his phallic probe hisses softly, before adding, “Unless you’d rather choke on cock as I fuck your throat.” I nod with my mouth full and move my left hand forward and inward to cup the black guy’s testicles—the scrotum is huge and filled with really big eggs—and somehow drag my head far enough back to begin sucking on the fleshy appendage like a popsicle. It’s not easy to maintain enough composure to do this because the rugged, muscular white guy behind me is now rapidly humping my sex like his member was a jackhammer.

I moan with pleasure, making a rhythmic staccato sound due to the pounding my crotch is receiving, and move my right hand forward to grip the base of the black guy’s penis. As I try to swirl my tongue around the corona of the older guy’s glans, I begin jerking my fist up and down the long hard shaft. This IS NOT as easy to do as it sounds, because most of my attention is being spent on the workout my vagina is getting. Yes, I want another cum! I can already feel the glow begin to build in my sex and the sensation of tightness forming in my lower abdomen.

“That’s it, you honky bitch!” the retirement-age black guy proclaims with obvious delight as my tongue works the rim of his penis head while I suck over it and digitally massage his long, thick shaft. “Show me what a fine cock sucker you are before I fuck that pretty throat of yours. You’re gonna be tastin’ my big black cock for a real long time, white girl!”

“What a slut…wonderful fucking slut…enthusiastically sucking that big black dick in her mouth…like she’s thirsty for goo!” comes from behind me as the bruiser humping my sex vocalizes his keen observations. For some reason the verbal abuse doesn’t bother me as I make like a vacuum machine and suck the manhood in my mouth while gently squeezing the fleshy balls in my left hand. In fact the dirty talk, combined with the rhythmic stimulation the big gorilla’s over-thick penis is delivering to my swollen clitoris as he copulates with me, is really turning me on.

I grin around the shaft in my mouth as I try to deep throat the dark-skinned man-meat before me while being roughly manhandled by the pale-skinned ape behind me. Whether it’s ‘thirst for spunk’, or just a desire to feel just a smidgen of control over what’s happening, I want to force the black guy to spill his seed before he wants. To deprive HIM of leisurely enjoying my oral skills! But, at the same time, I’m striving to concentrate on the thick appendage working in and out of my vagina, doing everything I can to make sure the big bruiser gives me MY pleasure reward before he gets HIS. I don’t want to be left hanging as I was a couple of times near the beginning of my stint on this sordid ‘fuck station’.”

The black guy moans with pleasure as I pull my head back, allowing his penis to slide out of my throat, and then I suck hard while working my tongue up and down the bottom of his shaft. I push my head forward to force the manhood back into my throat, and then pull back until only his glans is in my mouth having vacuum applied to it as my fellatio partner moans even louder. As my tongue begins massaging the rim at the base of his penis head, the black guy gasps and then declares, “OH! FUCK! I’M GONNA SHOOT!” The penis in my mouth swells and twitches, and as warm sticky ejaculate begins filling my mouth, the guy proclaims, “Jeese, this honky bitch can suck dick!”

I would be giggling with pride around the pulsing penis in my mouth if I wasn’t fighting so hard to swallow the gooey discharge flooding my mouth as fast as it comes. I don’t want to be chastised again for letting semen go to waste; another lesson from the start of my stint on the ‘fuck station’ remembered. Somehow, the bruiser behind me resists ejaculating as he watches me culminate the black guy, and just keeps on jackhammering my pussy with his coke-can-thick rod as the older guy melts back into the crowded room.

My sex is still glowing! I’m still sliding towards the climax cliff as the next guy in the fellatio line, a short stocky Mexican guy with a relatively small, fully erect penis steps before my face. My mouth pops open, the economy size manhood slides into my mouth, and I’m back to sucking and slurping over a flesh-sicle. I moan softly as I continue to enjoy the pleasure building in my loins due to the bruiser behind me’s relentless fucking, and then deep-throat the Mexican’s inseminator. I almost gag as spunk begins spurting into my esophagus as the smallish penis pulses in my mouth. ‘That was fast!’ I muse as I pull my head back so that I can taste the newest flavor of goo. I have hardly any time to note any differences in taste before the Mexican steps backwards, pulling his softening penis from my mouth and disappears into the crowd.

I grin as I try to enjoy the pummeling of my sex, now that my mouth is empty, but then a white guy with a fine circumcised six-incher steps forward while rapidly jerking the thumb and inner two fingers of his right hand up and down his shaft. I moan softly, so close to climax, but somehow manage enough composure to open my mouth wide to receive the newest oral offering. To my immense surprise, the white guy’s penis swells slightly as it is pushed towards my mouth, but, before entry, begins spraying my face with spunk. Disgusting, right? I hardly notice that most of the discharge lands in my open mouth, because it is at this point that I finally get my first heterosexual climax post ‘halftime’. My triple sigh of ecstasy fills the room, and then as I feel the bruiser behind me fill the back of my vagina with baby making juice, I sigh in climax yet again. The whole time, the big Neanderthal just keeps spraying seed into my love canal. I’m so going to need that morning after pill when this night is done!

As the bruiser finally pulls out of me and backs away, a balding white guy with a slightly larger phallus steps forward before me, already fully erect. My mouth sort of automatically pops open, but rather than filling it, the middle-aged man before me, naked from the waist down but still wearing a dress shirt and sport jacket, grins at me and nods to the guy behind me. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, sweetheart, but I think I’ll wait until he’s pried you open before I stick my cock between your teeth,” jacket man chortles jovially.

I cringe and twist my head to stare behind me. There’s a well-hung fellow of Middle Eastern descent putting water-based lubricant on the fingers of his right hand, while the waitress that handed it to him, Rhena, grins at me like a Cheshire cat. Great, another anal enthusiast! I guess I should be grateful for the lubricant, and for the condom he’s wearing on his overlong but not too overly thick member.

As the Semitic man begins rubbing the lubricant over my rear orifice, I take a second to look around. My lines are shortening I think, but still long. I notice that Basha and Sylvia, from the ‘soiling’ stations earlier are sixty-nining each other on the nearest of the longer padded ‘benches’ against the far wall. Then I twist my head back forward to note that Lisa has finally delivered Mary’s Notary Public stamp, pen, and a clipboard, and that the well-whipped blonde from the rear bondage rack, along with her disgruntled boyfriend and pissed-off boss, is standing before the Irish head waitress with a crushed look on her teary-eyed face as she waves a stack of papers towards Mary—presumably newly signed circumcision consent forms to be handed to a nearby body modification technician. Wolverine grins as he notices that I’ve noticed the blonde’s escorts have apparently won the right to punish the blonde for daring to complain about misogyny. As I feel lubricant worked into by back door, I manage to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“… right, there is no charge for me notarizing the documents. However, Club STW requires one of you lads to make payment for the body modification technician’s services before we will release the notarized documents back to you gents. Miss Cummings, who has an apartment above her clinic just down the street, has authorized Club STW to act as cashier on her behalf after office hours when her expedited services are desired. Her fee for performing a clitoridectomy is $1,000, and there will be a fee of $200 for the after office hours service. This policy is in place to make sure the colleen isn’t stuck paying for a declitting she didn’t want in the first place. Let me know how you lads mean to handle the financing, and we’ll have Pat call Carla and make sure she’s home and knows she’ll be put to work shortly.”

“The call to Carla won’t be necessary, Mary,” Wolverine cuts in with a chuckle as the Middle Eastern guy starts twisting lubricated fingers into my anus. “Doctor Cummings is already on call. She’s anticipating that I might need her services for the wealth in a little over an hour.” Logan chuckles again as I gasp in trepidation and astonishment, before adding, “She knows it’s only a contingency plan on my part. I haven’t committed to pay her, so she’ll be glad to get these fellahs’ dough.”

‘No frigging way!’ floods through my mind as the Semitic fellow finishes readying my anus to receive his overlong penis while jacket man continues to wait for my mouth to be safe for his shorter tool to explore.

Then Mary chirps, “Good to know, Patch. That the good doctor is at home, I mean, not that you have mischief in mind for Katherine’s, and probably me own, pleasure node. So lads, whose paying for…,” the Irish waitress takes the sheath of papers from the welt-covered teary eyed blonde and quickly checks the signature blocks of the paperwork she’s being asked to notarize, “Sandra Jorgensen’s clit clipping?”

As I watch Sandra’s escorts exchange questioning looks, I let out an involuntary groan as I feel the head of a condom-covered penis get pressed against the center of my sphincter, and sense jacket-man edge a little closer as he readies his erect manhood to probe my mouth.

“Uhmm, I think settling a potential sexual harassment claim qualifies as a business expense,” the older of the two hunky escorts replies while shrugging his shoulders, fishing a credit card from his wallet, and handing the card to Mary. “Hargreaves and Johnson will pick up the bill for this!”

My mouth O’s and my eyes bulge as the Middle Eastern fellow leans over me as I rest my belly and chest on the ‘fuck station’ with my feet spread wide on the floor to form an inverted V. I groan again and then moan as he begins feeding his long rod of man-meat into my anus. Evidently my back door has been trained to open both ways from my pre-‘halftime’ escapades. The middle age balding man before me agrees with my assessment and pushes his own stiff penis into my mouth.

Despite these distractions, I hear Mary declare, “Now that payment for your body modification treatment has been arranged, Miss Jorgensen, I can now notarize these documents that I watched you sign while you were with these lads at the back of the room. Once I’ve done that, these lads have a right to escort you to Doctor Cummings’ clinic to see the services they’ve paid for completed. Additionally, Doctor Cummings takes ownership of your clitoris, and can legally use the residuals of her surgery as she pleases. Most likely she’ll fill a necklace pendent with your clitoris and sell it for jewelry. Finally, your body modification will be filmed and most likely end up on the internet for public viewing. If I hand these papers back to you now, before I notarize them, and you destroy them, everything I said is still true, but the lads will have to sue you to make you fulfill the agreement you made when you signed. They’ll win, but they won’t see you clipped tonight. Do you want the paperwork back, or do you want me to go ahead and notarize?”

“Go ahead and notarize the fucking papers, Miss,” I hear Sandra hiss with a mixture of frustration, anger, and despair while the Semitic man begins ass fucking me in earnest and I fellate jacket-man with more than a little enthusiasm. Yeah, I’m thinking that if I can make Logan proud of my performance at his sex club, he might decide to bring me back another night rather than have me stand in line to be declitted behind Sandra. Meanwhile, the blonde adds, “I might as well put it behind me! But if Mr. Hargreaves fires me, or continues to pressure me to fuck his clients, I’ll sue the firm for both sexual harassment and for discriminating against gender-impaired employees! AND, I’m having Jake evicted from my apartment. You’re a rotten boyfriend, Jake!”

“Very well, Sandra,” Mary replies with an ear-to-ear grin on her face and then stamps and signs several pages in the stack of paper, which she then hands to Lisa along with the credit card. “You’re on your way to cap the night off with one final climax, lass. On the boss, no less! I promise there are more than a couple of lasses here that are a might jealous of you just now. Take the lads and the colleen to the register and have Pat run the credit card, Lisa, and then return everything to Mr. Hargreaves and send the gents and Miss Jorgensen on over to Doctor Cummings. I’m betting this isn’t the last business we send her tonight!”

The Middle Eastern man is pounding me pelvis-to-rump at a fairly regular pace now, and my sex is starting to glow, like I might climax from the anal sex. I’m alternating face fucking and sucking and licking the head of the older man’s penis as I strive to make him cum in my mouth. But I’ve managed to follow the conversation dealing with Sandra’s fate, so I hear Logan tell Lisa to bring ale for him and a shot of ouzo for me. It sounds like the Wolverine wants me drunk as well as fucked senseless when I’m hauled into the body modification clinic. Illyana is going to be so “I told you so!” when I return home a tad defeminized as well as radically more sexually experienced.

I put troubling thoughts out of my mind and culminate jacket-man by deep-throating him, and go to work on the next guy in the fellatio line, a young Chinese man. I’ve nearly got him to splort when the Middle Eastern guy fills the condom in my anus with his seed, unfortunately before I can manage an orgasm from the anal sex. I finish the Chinese guy before the next guy behind me can fill my sex. That next guy, a dark-skinned guy with a fairly small penis, gets me off and comes himself in a baker dozen’s thrusts into my vagina. After another anal adventure, a couple of more coitus sessions, and the culmination of another half-dozen men in the rapidly shortening fellatio line, my new routine gets interrupted.

Chapter 8. Doubling Up Another Way

“Make way, people!” calls out a deep voice from the front of the room near the ‘Sharing’ Room’ door. “Hard working and horny doorman slash head bouncer coming through. The line outside has finally shortened enough, just before the overtime crowd starts arivin’ in bunches, for me to let Harry take over for a few minutes. Sorry guys, that means I’m cutting to the head of the line now.”

I glance behind me as the crowd waiting to use one of my lower orifices parts and a professional-football-lineman-sized black guy steps behind me and begins stripping his clothes off. One look at the bald pate and I recognize Curly, who carded me at the start of the night and stamped ‘paid’ on the back of my hand without really getting a good look at me as he dealt with a seemingly antagonized Logan/Wolverine masquerading as Patch. I blush badly as I realize that Curly’s going to get a better look at me now; I’m a mess and covered with splotches of ejaculate!

“Hey, Patch!” Curly spits out with obvious enthusiasm as he spots my short, stocky escort while dumping his boxer shorts to unveil his breeding equipment. As I gasp loudly at Curly’s eleven-inch-long, two-and-a-half-inch-thick (and not quite fully erect!) dong and the huge, goose-egg-filled scrotum underneath it, the huge bouncer declares, “Yep! I was right! Hot looking date! Awfully young looking, too! Thanks for sharing your wealth!”

“I’m glad to contribute to Club STW’s ambience when the opportunity arises, Curly,” Logan replies with a chuckle as I stare red-faced at the outrageously proportioned manhood behind me that is slowly twitching upwards, indicating the huge bouncer’s eager anticipation of getting his share of the wealth (that would be me!). “What’s your poison, Curly? What kind of fun do you mean to have with my girl?”

“I figured I’d stand her up and make her ride my big black cock until she’s bowlegged, Patch,” Curly answers with a grin of eager anticipation on his face. “Then I’ll fill her up with about a pint of baby maker juice. I heard you took her off pregnancy protection before you brought her to us, Patch. I mean for my swimmers to enter the impregnation race!”

“Yep!” Logan pops back with jovial satisfaction on his face as he watches the confusion on my own face slowly morph into anxious concern. “You heard right! I don’t approve of the use of chemicals to avoid the consequences of the kind of fun we have here at Club STW…and at my own establishment, the ‘RC Bar and Grill’. That includes morning after pills! I wish more of Club STW’s patrons would see things my way.” The Wolverine chuckles as he watches the concern on my face become outright apprehension.

“Some folks, especially the girls, might see that as being a little harsh, Patch,” Curly observes as he shrugs, and then uses my shoulders to pull my upper torso off the top of the ‘fuck station’, before spinning me around to face him.

“Yep, but then I’m a harsh kind of guy,” Logan states matter-of-factly. “In Kitty’s case, she screwed up and agreed to let me teach her a life lesson for that screw up. She agreed to do whatever I say on three different occasions, for as long as I say each of those occasions lasts. Tonight’s the first occasion, and it doesn’t end when we leave the club. As an extended part of tonight’s fun, Kitty is forbidden to seek out and use morning after pills until…make that unless…I say she can. Unless other things go my way, I’m pretty sure I’m not going to give her access to abortifacients until she’s at least showing a baby bump. Then, when she’s visibly preggars and I agree this first occasion has ended, her headmaster, a devout Catholic, is likely to forbid her from finding an easy way out for his own reasons. Life lessons are best hard learned!”

The Wolverine bursts out laughing at the crestfallen look that replaces my apprehension, before urging, “Relax, Pryde! I just outlined the second worst case scenario for tonight’s outcome…IF other things don’t go my way. I’m sure a bright girl like you will figure out how to earn access to those pills a whole lot sooner. Don’t worry! I’ll drop hints! Sorry for teasing the wealth on your time, Curly. You okay with me sliding behind the wealth and making her sandwich meat?”

“Oh, I’m fine with sharing, Patch,” Curly replies with a mischievous look on his face as he places a hand on each side of my waist and prepares to lift me upward. “But I don’t think even your cock is long enough to make up for the extra height I have on you.”

“Hang on while we improvise, Curly,” Logan chortles back, ignoring the ‘runt’ snub like it was water on a ducks back. “Meanwhile, Kitty’s drink just arrived, and she looks like she needs it.”

“Thanks, Lisa, darling,” short stuff says to the blonde waitress as he pulls the shot glass off her tray and then nods to the ‘coffee table’ both of our clothes are stacked on. “Be a dear and replace the empty glass on the floor next to the table there with the ale you brought me, and then fetch that straddling stool you and Rhena were standing on earlier and put it behind Kitty. You do that for me and I’ll arrange for Doctor Cummings to make a house call here at Club STW after overtime next Tuesday and…IF it’s really what you want…I’ll pay to get that pretty pussy of yours properly trimmed.”

“You’re serious, Patch?” Lisa bursts out with obvious excitement. “If I can clear it with Pat…I definitely can’t afford to lose this job, at least until the sugar daddy has said yes to the preacher…my answer is HELL YES! One stool coming right up! Oh!” Lisa adds two steps later. “If you want to make it a declitting party, I’m fine with that too. I’ll even let Kitty go first if she’s one of the party girls.”

“Great idea, darling!” the Wolverine chortles back as he grins at me while holding the full shot glass out before me. “Let’s see how things go tonight and what happens this weekend. Drink up, Pryde, and chill! Stop worrying about what’s in store for you in the hours, days, or months to come. Enjoy the sexual rollercoaster ride Club STW is providing you to the fullest extent possible. I know I will!”

I shake my head, shrug my shoulders, and then nod as I briefly consider Logan’s advice on dealing with the here and now, not so veiled threats of unpleasantness in my future, and vague hints that at least some of the threatened unpleasantness might be avoidable, before downing the shot glass of ouzo in one gulp as Lisa sets the straddling stool behind me. I grin as the ice-cold licorice-flavored liquid burns on its way down my gullet and a warm glow grows in my belly. Without saying a word, I hand the shot glass to Logan, who hands it to Lisa, and nod again, this time at Curly. Well, what can I say? I have been enjoying, and plan on continuing to enjoy, this sordid adventure as the ‘wealth’ being shared to the ‘fullest extent possible’!

Curly spits, “’Bout time!” as a chuckling Logan steps up onto the straddling stool, and with a mischievous look on his face the huge bouncer lifts me up, pulls me forward and then lowers me until his now fully erect, upward pointing penis is just below my vulva. “Don’t dawdle on filling her when I lower her the rest of the way, Patch, or you’ll be faced with a moving target. Grab my shoulders and wrap your legs around my hips and scissor me, baby girl. You’re in for a rough ride, cowgirl!”

I grin and nod for a third time after I’ve taken hold of the back of Curly’s neck and locked my ankles behind the small of his back. Curly grins back and lowers me a bit further until the spongy head of his massive manhood begins to press between my swollen and sopping wet labial lips. Meanwhile, Logan has grabbed the side of my hips, one hand on each side, and is tugging slightly backward as the big black bouncer continues to slowly lower me onto his massive bitch tamer.

My mouth O’s and I moan as the monster phallus begins to fill my love canal, and then I gasp as I feel the tip of the Wolverine’s ten-inch-long, inch-and-a-half-thick penis press against my puckered anus. I groan as the inward pressure increases and my sphincter protests being stretched open yet again. Yes, I know I should be used to anal sex by now, but it actually starts to feel like my ring of muscle is in danger of tearing as my teammate’s penis glans batters against my back door. I don’t know, maybe it’s the who, rather than the size! At any rate, my groan gets louder as the pain increases along with my squirming, but then I sigh with relief and sordid pleasure as the tip of Logan’s inseminator pop’s into my anal cavity and I can feel both men continue to fill me.

“‘Bout time!” Curly spouts off again as he continues to lower me onto the two fleshy impalement spears.

“Yep!” Logan grunts back and then chuckles as I blush with embarrassment.

“I’m sore, so sue me!” I snap back. “Just fu…. I mean…. Just hum…. CRAP! Move your hips, Curly. I need another cum!” Yeah, now I’m blushing even redder!

“Don’t sweat it, little miss fashion model!” Curly chortles back, and I realize the cover story for my youthful good looks has made its way through the entire bar/sex club. “Pretty soon I’ll be moving a lot more than hips and I doubt you’ll remain the needy little slut you just sounded like.”

Now I’m beet red with mortification as Curly and Logan continue feeding their male members into my vagina and anus, respectively. If my suggestion sounded like something a sex whore would say, I may as well have told the big bouncer to just fuck me like I started to! I stop worrying about my coarse language when the tip of Curly’s massive penis—well, if I’m going to continue being course, I may as well go with, big black cock—bangs against my cervix. Instead, I gasp loudly and my eyes role back.

Curly chuckles jollily as he watches my face react to the sensation of my lower orifices being thoroughly stuffed, and then chortles, “I’m ready to give sweet cheeks here her rodeo ride, Patch! You?”

“Good to go! Don’t bounce her more than six or seven inches or I may need to reload.”

“Not my problem, Patch. But I think maybe we’ll be able to keep everything plugged in.”

I squeal shrilly as Curly flexes his knees while rotating his hips forward and upward and I’m ‘flipped’ upward like I was weightless. I feel the phalluses sliding outward in my love canal and anus. I instinctively squeeze my thighs inward and grab the back of the big bouncer’s neck to keep from being launched into the air, and suddenly I’m dropping downward and my vagina and anus are being abruptly refilled. I’m moaning with a grin on my face as gravity ensures both of my holes get the thorough fucking sensation I was asking for, even as I realize that Curly is controlling both my ascent and descent with his hands on my waist. My squeal becomes a gasp of surprise as, by bending his knees, the big bouncer ensures that my anus is fed an inch more of Logan’s member when I finally bottom out than I’d received at the beginning of the upward ‘flip’.

Both Logan and Curly are chuckling hard as the big bouncer again flexes his knees and rotates his hips, and I’m again sailing upward, this time making me giggle with delight. As the dark-skinned bouncer’s bitch tamer bangs against my cervix when I bottom out at the end of my downward journey, I’m pretty sure Curly has bent his knees even further and that the Wolverine has now fed my anus and rectum the full length of his shaft.

The giggle is replaced with the staccato sighs of climax on the downward half of my fifth rodeo bounce. Who wants to be a superheroine when they can be a cowgirl! I’m grinning with delight as I sigh and squeal in ecstasy even though I’m pretty aware that the broncos I’m riding have a lot of bucks left in them and that my cervix and anus are going to be pretty darn saddle sore before Curly and Logan are done with me.

I’m in the middle of my third climax as Curly’s massive penis glans bangs against my cervix for the umpteenth time when the big bouncer grunts loudly in satisfaction and I feel warm liquid spraying into my love canal. “God, this girl has a damned tight hot box!” Curly declares as he holds me in place as he begins filling me with his seed.

“Her ass ain’t bad either!” the Wolverine declares as he suddenly pushes downward on my hips, and I feel my teammate’s equipment twitching and pulsing in my anus and sense my behind being filled with warm liquid.

My eyes widen with astonishment to join the rapture and contentment on my face as I feel liquid oozing and dribbling out of both of my phallus-stuffed orifices, and then hear—yes literally hear—excess ejaculate splashing on the floor beneath my hips. Curly and Logan are pumping copious quantities of semen into my vagina and anus, respectively.

It seems like forever before Curly lifts me up, pulling both his and Logan’s spent members out of me, and then gently sets me on the floor as he chortles, “Hot looking date, Patch! A little bowlegged now, but still nice and tight! I’d should say thanks for sharing the wealth, but instead I’m gonna say, please bring her back for a second go! We’d all like that, and judging from the silly grin on the fashion model’s face, I’d say she would too!”

Logan kicks the low, wide stool behind him out of the way after stepping down to the floor, and lifts upward on my torso under my armpits as my legs threaten to buckle under me, while urging softly, “Pull yourself together, Pryde! You have anything you want to tell Curly before he goes back to doorman duty?”

I giggle shyly before replying, “You bet! Thanks for the compliments and the ride, Curly! That was fun! Can we go again? Now, I mean. I can’t be sure there’ll be a next time…for a couple of accounts…but I sure hope so…for most all of those accounts.”

“Now, Catherine, Curly has to get back to work, and we still have a lot of fellahs waiting to take their turn with you and not a whole lot of time left to get those turns in,” Logan chortles as he grins first at me and then at the big bouncer. “We’ll see about the encore performance, Curly. I’m not against it happening, but as the wealth said, there are a couple of scenarios that might keep that from working out. Miss Pryde might be about to be committed to a month long training program that starts in about a week, assuming I don’t keep her appointment to have her circumcised at the end of her stint as wealth. Assuming things go my way…and by extension, her way…and I reschedule the severe body modification appointment for sometime later in the year…say about seven or eight months from now when her schoolmaster might be peeved enough at her swelling belly to be eager to see her keep that appointment…I could bring her back—perhaps later this week or in a month or two. I might be open to bribes to make up my mind. In the meantime, do stop by the ‘RC Bar and Grill’ for that beer I owe you.”

“Will do, Patch!” Curly spits back with a wicked grin on his face. “I’m sure someone will offer up the appropriate bribe, but if not, at least hold off on getting the fashion model’s pussy trimmed tonight and have her done here at Club STW when you pay to have Lisa’s reasons for cheating on her doddering sugar-daddy-to-be drastically diminished. If you’re paying, Pat might encourage a couple of other waitresses to consider ponying-up their clits in exchange for the separation bonus. Could be an entertaining party!”

“Good argument, well made, Curly! If I don’t have Kitty with me to feed to Doctor Cummings Tuesday night after Lisa’s overtime stint as wealth, I’ll try to bring someone else interested in getting, or deserving to get, themselves clipped. Have a good night, my friend.” Logan chuckles at the disconcertment on my face as the big bouncer hurries away.

I’m quickly distracted from my troubled thoughts as a big Mexican steps before me, grabs my waist, kicks my feet apart, bends his knees to lower his pelvis, and then raises up, concomitantly sliding his relatively slim six-incher into my vagina. I gasp in discomfort despite the relative reduction in girth compared to Curly’s equipment, and then twist my head as Logan steps away and someone else steps behind me.

It’s Gaylan, the muscular black man who took my maidenhead when my stint as wealth first started, who’s preparing to explore my rear cavity with his seven-and-a-half-inch-long inch-and-a-half-thick penis. Well he did warn Patch that he planned on using more than one of my orifices! As the tip of Gaylan’s manhood presses against my back door and I struggle to once again relax my sphincter muscle to allow the sodomy to happen, I decide that it’s probably a good sign that there are a few familiar faces in the lineups of men waiting to take me for a spin. There can’t be that much time left in prime time! As sore as I am, I’m thinking that’s a good thing.

The standing double penetration sex is a bit different this time. My feet almost never leave the ground as the men hump their members into me, mostly in a seesaw fashion. Neither dude lasts long either before they seed me, although I do manage a climax before they pull out of me and two more men step forward to take their places.

This routine continues for a couple of more pairs of men. Then, two well-tattooed white guys, both wearing condoms, change things up. After the shorter guy in front of me slides his thick five-and-a-half incher into my love canal, the taller guy behind me pushes his thinner and longer member into the same orifice. It feels really strange as fleshy rods are moving in all sorts of directions inside my vagina as the men, probably bikers, get their jollies off. It doesn’t take them long to fill their condoms with spunk, but I still manage a nice climax.

It’s back to the more standard double penetration for a few pairs of men, and then another familiar face, but one I haven’t yet been taken by, steps forward. It’s Tom, the handsome bearded white guy married to Alice, who begins fondling my B-cups as he grins at Logan and presents a startling proposal.

Chapter 9. Wrapping Up Prime Time

“Hey there, Patch. I doubt you remember me, but we met a few weeks ago, when you had that big-breasted redhead with you instead of Kitty.”

“Darlene. I was making sure she had a few last cums before I took her to the local castratrix and had her sexually neutered. Yeah, I think I remember you checking out the place, Tom. You were without Alice that night if I remember correctly. Thanks for agreeing to let Alice get bumped from being the wealth tonight, by the way. I’m sort of in the same situation with Kitty as I was with Darlene, although I might be able to delay the castratrix appointment a bit this time.”

“I was hoping to talk you into holding off on your plans for getting Kitty clipped later tonight, so that’s good to hear. And it turns out both Alice and I think we’ll benefit from Alice having watched a wealth being put through her paces before Alice takes her rescheduled turn on the fuck table during prime time next Friday. You remember I volunteered Alice for vacuum duty tonight?”

“Yep! Gorgeous girl! She did a very diligent job, too. Thanks for helping!”

“No problem! The thing is, we have a request. Alice wants Kitty to help out as fluffer in the due south position next Friday when she’s being the wealth…if you could bring her back, we mean…if you can hold off with the castratrix tonight, and Tuesday night as well, I guess. We do have a bribe to propose, but at the very least Alice was hoping she could make Kitty give girl-on-girl oral sex another turn.”

“As for Alice riding the wench’s face tonight, sure, why not? That goes for any other of these ladies that can make it to the front of the line before it’s time to…uhmm…how did Mary put it…‘baptize Katherine as a prime time princess’. Now that I’ve come to a few decisions, what the hell!”

Oh, God! I’m sure my face is filled with apprehension and mortification as Wolverine seems to be confirming that my circumcision is now unavoidable. I glance back behind me to see that Alice is standing on the low, wide stool on the other side of the ‘fuck station’ waiting for her turn to see what I’ve learned about performing lesbian sex. She looks both nervous and concerned, so she obviously doesn’t fully understand what Tom is proposing.

“As for next Friday night,” Logan continues with a good-natured chuckle, “things are a bit unsettled. I’m more than willing to hear your proposal though, Tom. If it’s another declitting party with your gorgeous Alice getting herself clipped, along with Katherine, I’d work to make the Red Sea part to see that happen!”

Logan grins as he watches a shivering Alice grow pallid and her face fill with terror. I’m not feeling so hot about Wolverine’s enthusiasm for what he assumes is Tom’s bribe myself!

Tom blushes very red and stammers, “Er…no…actually…no, that’s not what I had in mind, Patch. I like watching Alice being climaxed too much to circumcise her. I’m offering to take Alice off birth control pills and give you the opportunity to be the first guy in line during prime time next Friday…if you’d have Kitty be fluffer with vacuum duties for us. You’d have the best chance of knocking my wife up…while I accept paternity responsibilities.”

Tom shrugs at Alice as astonishment fills her face. Clearly she didn’t know that Tom was going to arrange for her to be impregnated next Friday night. I can sympathize with her, giving all of the teasing—well I hope it’s just teasing—I’ve been getting tonight.

“Now that is a very tempting bribe, Tom,” Logan proclaims with a friendly smile on his face. “That your plan even if I can’t make it to the party?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Tom replies with obvious nervousness, and then smiles with relief as we all watch Alice shrug her shoulders and nod with a silly grin on her face. “What you’re doing with Kitty has really made prime time more exciting for everyone involved, and your reasons for doing it make a lot of sense.”

“Then don’t let her take any more pills starting tomorrow, so we can try to make sure she drops an egg before she mounts the fuck station next week,” Logan suggests with a grin on his face and enthusiasm in his voice. “I’ll do everything I can to make it for Alice’s prime time stint, and I’m honored to be offered first shot at her ova. I’m virtually certain I can see to it that Kitty is here to perform those fluffer duties…99.9 percent of her at least…even if I need to have my pal, Nick, bring her to the club. Let’s finalize everything later, Tom. You and Alice go ahead and enjoy your turns with Miss Pryde!”

Oh, God! Wolverine’s saying that I’ll be performing fellatio on men, and cunnilingus on Alice, before vacuuming semen out of her vagina, next Friday night—maybe AFTER I’ve been sexually neutered, and maybe with Nick Fury as my escort. Oh, God!

As I’m shuddering with a mixture of apprehension and grim anticipation, Tom gently pushes me backward until my rear bumps into the ‘fuck station’. As I hop up onto the furniture, I’m forced to move my worries to the back of my mind. The people standing in line before and behind me don’t care about what happens to me after my stint as the wealth is over. They just want to take me for a spin and have a nice cum!

As I get my wits together, my eyes widen as they drop down to take in Tom’s package for the first time. The bearded hunk is packing a penis the size of a 16-ounce beer can between his legs—yeah, one of the tall beer cans! His scrotal sack is hanging low between his legs, and is packed with hen’s eggs instead of the large grapes most men’s testicles seem to be sized like. A grin joins my widened eyes and my sore vulva grows moister. Yeah! A real hunk!

“Like what you see, sweetie?” Alice quips jovially as she puts her hands atop my shoulders. As I nod with a silly grin on my face, the gorgeous green-eyed long-haired D-cupped brunette declares, “Good! That means you won’t mind giving me your best cunnilingus while Tom gives you a juicy climax before refilling your love canal with nearly as much cum as I sucked out of you earlier. If you do a really good job on me, and my clit grows really big in appreciation of your effort, maybe Patch will bring you back with your vulva intact next week, perhaps hoping he can talk Tom into forcing me to join the clit clipping party. I think Patch really wants to make like Moses!”

“Jeese, Alice!” Tom spouts of as he inches forward between my legs and positions the tip of his massive penis between my labial lips, while Alice uses her hold on my shoulders to slowly lay me back. “I thought you were shivering with trepidation, not eager anticipation. I think I’ve got a few sex games I haven’t tried out with you yet that will really help me sort out any secret desires you’ve been keeping hidden from me. Maybe, not too long from now, you’ll be wearing that clit, which I thought we both valued very highly, in a necklace pendant hanging between those big tits of yours!”

“NO, TOM!” Alice spits back while she twists sideways, pushes my head level with the table top, and then twists back to face Tom as she steps over my head to straddle my face. “I was just teasing Kitty. Please don’t even pretend that you might have me sexually neutered.”

“Too late, babe!” Tom declares while he slowly eases his member into my vagina as I issue a long drawn out moan. “Just imagine all of the things I might soon be doing to your clit while Kitty gives you a good pussy licking. Make Alice cum hard, Miss Pryde, while I enjoy playing in your cock sleeve until you have a happy ending that just might become exceedingly rare for you in the future.”

I try to ignore Tom’s jovial taunting as I watch Alice’s gorgeous vulva slowly lower towards my mouth and I grow progressively wetter. By the time the end of the bearded hunk’s penis butts into the back of my vagina, and I’m sliding my tongue through the green-eyed brunette’s moist labial lips, my sex is sopping wet and my moans filled with need.

Hey! Any girl in my position would be practically gushing with arousal. Tom’s a fine looking man with oversized equipment! And yes, Alice is an extraordinarily hot looking uninhibited sexpot! Fine! I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t discovered that I find myself attracted to sexy girls as well as hunky guys. There’s also the teasing about my clitoris’s uncertain future; I’m finding that the thought of my sex life being put on the chopping block is a turn on too. Maybe I’m a pervert, or maybe that’s just human nature. The bottom line? My clitoris is aching to buzz with climax and doesn’t care which reason my mind picks to let it happen!

I struggle to pull myself together and concentrate on the work at hand as Tom begins to fornicate with me with a rapid rhythm. I’m not going to give in to that ‘happy ending’ Tom is trying to force upon me until I get Alice off, I tell myself, as I use the tip of my tongue to circle the rim of the big-breasted brunette’s clitoral glans. I’m a superheroine, which means I have more than my share of pride and stubbornness. Fortunately, Alice has no thoughts of climax aversion as I begin working my fingers into her dripping wet vagina while continuing to give her clitty my best tonguing; all of this happening while she watches, and I feel, her handsome stud of a husband relentlessly jackhammer his big tool into my love canal.

“Make Alice cum, Kitty!” Tom implores jovially as he pounds his member into my vagina. “A little less than nine months from now, the two of you can meet at the park and compare swollen bellies! And you’ll both be wondering who your kid’s daddy was! Make Alice sigh while she cums before I squirt, Miss Pryde, and I’ll give you the option of trading clitoris-filled necklace pendants with my wife when you meet to see whose belly’s biggest. My wife’s sex life is in your hands, Kitty…or should I say…at your tongue’s mercy! I’m going to fill you up soon, Miss Pryde! Make Alice cum now!”

I can’t help myself! I myself am so close to climaxing that I don’t even realize I’m following Tom’s command until I am. I kiss Alice’s swollen clitty and then suckle over the engorged glans while searching for her G-spot in the forward wall of her vagina with the upturned pad of my thumb. I find it right away, too! The green-eyed big-breasted brunette throws her head back and sighs in climax. Then, despite the female juices flooding into my mouth and over my lower face, I orgasm too. Hard! As I’m gasping with pleasure into the quivering vulva pressed firmly over my mouth, I feel Tom’s member swell and twitch before flooding my sex canal with copious quantities of semen. God, sex is fun!

It takes nearly a minute for Alice to finally lift her leg and twist her body to pull her sex from my face. Tom has just left his slowly softening member inside of me while he chuckles at the myriad of emotions fluttering across his wife’s face. Now that I can see her face too, I know Alice thinks…perhaps knows…that the bearded hunk that is her husband wasn’t kidding about making her pay the piper with her sexual center if I made her climax before he did. Which I did! I need to say something!

“Wow!” I manage to say while giggling with a grin on my face. “That was fun! Thanks for letting Alice help me earlier, Tom, and it sounds like Lo…Patch…will see to it that I return the favor next week and help Alice through her stint as wealth. As for that meeting at the park…down the road…we’ll see. But if that meeting does take place…please don’t bring a necklace…for trading. I choose not to redeem my option earned by making Alice climax before you did, Tom. Regardless of how things go for me, please don’t take your wife’s ability to climax away from her!”

“Fair enough, Miss Pryde!” Tom declares as he finally withdraws his mostly flaccid penis from my vagina and I feel warm sticky goo oozing out of me. “It looks like you lucked out this time, Alice! NEXT!”

A clean-cut, brown-eyed, redheaded guy, next in line behind Tom, manhandles me until I’m face down on the furniture again. He chuckles as a chubby black guy, who has eased a relieved looking Alice gently to the side and kicked the low, wide stool out of the way, centers me and then pushes his short, thick manhood into my mouth. Then the chuckling ends as the redhead concentrates on pressing the tip of his condom-covered seven-inch penis against my anus. My body has been pretty well trained by this point, and there’s not much discomfort as the male appendage slides into my anal cavity. It doesn’t take long before I’m swallowing another load of ejaculate, and a used condom is being disposed of in a trash bin.

I get no rest before I’m being used by two more men. When they’re done, I’m being flipped on my back and Basha is straddling my face while a tall Oriental guy uses my vagina. None of my partners are taking long to get off as they pair with me, however I’m positioned and whichever orifices are being filled, both on the ‘fuck station and standing sandwiched between two men. However, I’m getting my share of climaxes too. There’s a constant smile on my face!

I’ve gone through a dozen more men and several more girls before I notice three things: (1) the lines before and behind me have been reduced to a few male stragglers I know I’ve paired with at least once already, (2) the girls in the room are now all dressed in their sexy clubbing clothes, and (3) there are nearly a half dozen waitresses a little further towards the back of the room, centered between the side walls, spreading a small tarp out on the floor, and positioning small cushions on the floor around the edge of the tarp. Yeah! Something’s up!

“That’s it, lads!” Mary calls out loudly in an authoritative tone. “‘Tis time to wrap up prime time and get ready for the overtime wealth. That’s means you need to get Miss Pryde dressed, Patch, and ready for her coronation as prime time princess. Move it, boyo! The rest of you lads pick a waitress to help you get ready to do the baptizing. And yes, I’ll be doing my share of encouraging at the empty cushion.”

“You heard the lady, darling,” Logan declares in his low, gravelly voice as he tugs me off of the ‘fuck station’ and onto my feet. My teammate grins at me as he watches me try to get control of my rubbery legs. He can see that I’m totally pooped out from having way too much sex. “You did real good tonight, Pryde, but you’re gonna need to hang in there just a little bit longer before I get you home and put to bed. Now,” he continues as he eases me over to the ‘coffee table’ our clothes are stacked atop, “go ahead and get dressed…starting with these.”

“But, Lo…Patch,” I whine as I watch Logan pick up his pants, pull my panties from one of the pockets, and hand them to me, “I need to wash up first or I’ll ruin my clothes. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a mess!”

“You look great, kiddo!” the Wolverine gruffly declares back. “There ain’t gonna be no shower…probably ‘til morning. Now do as you’re told!”

“But my lovely new clothes!”

“Put the damn panties on, Pryde!” Logan snaps. “You are not going to drip cum all over the Professor’s car…. Sorry, Kitty!” the Wolverine hisses as he drops his pants back onto the coffee table and snatches up my dress. “I shouldn’t lose my patience with you. Look! You done me proud tonight, and I promise you’ll get the S.H.I.E.L.D. gig, but that doesn’t mean you get to stop doing what I tell you to do. Get dressed now!”

As Logan notices the tears welling in my eyes, he adds softly, “Look, there’s a clothes dummy in your room to hang your mussed up dress on when you get home. I promise the dress will be gone in the morning when you wake up, and that you’ll get it back, dry-cleaned and in pristine condition a few days later. You can hand wash the panties and clean the heels tomorrow. Now do as you’re told!”

“Okay.” I say softly as I pull the panties on and immediately feel sticky liquid seep from my lower orifices into the fabric’s crotch. “But I’m holding you to that promise,” I add as I take my dress from him. “I love this dress!”

“Me too!” Logan replies with obvious veracity as he helps me into the bright red strapless cocktail dress and pulls the zipper up the back so that the material hugs my torso, showing off my thin waist and perfect-shaped B-cups. “That’s a mighty sexy number, there!” Logan adds as he gives a gentle tug to the back of my hem, which is so high that it barely reaches below the curve of my butt cheeks, making my narrow hips look fuller than they are. “Now pull the shoes out from under the table, put them on, and go kneel in the center of the tarp over there. Your fans have a hankering to admire the wealth they’ve all just had a piece of!”

“Aren’t you going to get dressed too, Patch?” I ask as I slide my feet into the bright red open-toed high heels Logan bought me to match the dress, and I reach for my red clutch purse.

“Not quite yet, sweetheart” Logan spits back and then adds, “Leave the purse! We’ll collect it when we get my duds. Now if you can do as you’re told, we’ll go home when we leave Club STW.”

“Instead of going to Doctor Cummings?” I ask, and frown as Logan nods with a smirk on his face. “Can we talk about what it would take to delay that visit indefinitely?”

“Sure. I’ll TALK about anything…until it’s a moot point. Which it’s gonna be if….”

“I’m going already!” I snap back, before turning and heading straight for Mary, who’s patiently standing on the center of the tarp surrounded by waitresses kneeling on cushions with naked men standing behind them. There’s also a half-dozen dressed women looking on from beyond the edges of the mob of men.

It doesn’t take me but a few seconds to reach Mary, who immediately instructs, “Kneel here, Miss Pryde! Do you see the red X on the ceiling above you? I want you to stare at the X with your eyes open wide…and your mouth as well, lass. That’s it!” the Irish waitress declares as I assume the requested position with a look of apprehension mixed with confusion of my face. “Now try not to move for the next fifteen minutes or so. When you leave this room, baptized by the men around you to complete your coronation as prime time princess, you are the advertisement to the women in the main bar that a good time is to be had in Club STW’s Sharing Room. We are a counting on you, Katherine, to help us recruit more lads willing to share their lassies, and more lassies willing to be shared by their men and able to enjoy shedding their inhibitions. Thank you, Patch, for sharing Miss Pryde with us tonight!”

“My pleasure, Mary…and Katherine’s as well!” Logan chortles back as he steps onto the tarp facing me, while Mary kneels to one side of him. “I won’t forget to arrange with your dad for YOU to be my prime time and overtime princess sometime soon, darling. If you’ll give me a hand now…and aim really good…I’ll forget to ask about bringing the castratrix with me…which Pat was never going to sanction anyhow. How does that work for you, Mary?”

“Perfectly well, Patch! Perfectly well!” Mary spits back with a mischievous grin on her face as she wraps her right hand around short, stocky Logan’s outrageously disproportionally large penis, and begins masturbating him. The Wolverine moans softly at the pleasure the Irish waitress’s well-trained hand is bringing him.

Logan grins as he watches me glance around and note that the other waitresses are also sliding their fists up and down male members, some of them with a penis in each hand. My teammate chuckles as he watches my eyes return to his own massive member and widen, before chiding, “Eyes on the X, Pryde, mouth open wide, and hands palm down on your thighs. That’s it! Hold that pose no matter what, darling.”

I make a barely perceptible nod as I shiver with that all too familiar mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Then I hear a small catch in the Wolverine’s moan and hear the beginning of Mary’s giggle. Suddenly, a huge stream of ejaculate hits me in the face, most of it landing in my left eye, but some of it entering my open mouth. A second spurt of semen enters my mouth and covers my chin. And a third squirt of sticky liquid lands in my right eye and on my right cheek.

“Have at her, lads!” Mary calls out as she pauses her giggling, and gives Logan’s penis a quick suck before he melts into the crowd around me. As the Irish waitress slides off of the tarp and onto the empty floor cushion, she declares, “I’m ready to ready another cock to paint the strumpet. But from now on you lads are going to be doing your own aiming and your own culminating. Let’s be a baptizing the princess, me boyos!”

Mary hasn’t even finished her encouragement before three men pull their phalluses from waitress’s hands to stand on either side of me and behind me. Yes, I’m sort of surrounded by an assortment of men jerking their seminal-fluid-leaking dongs off. None of the men take long to get themselves to splort. The men at my sides mostly add to the mess on my face as they seem to be aiming for my mouth, but the man behind me gives me a semen shampoo. Yuck!

As those three men sift back into the crowd, another four dudes slide forward to surround me while jacking their fists up and down members the waitresses have already teased to the edge of ejaculation. I quickly get another load of warm, sticky liquid to the face, but the other three men seem to be intent on drenching my dress.

Those men move back through the mob surrounding me, and another bunch step forward to circle me. This time it’s my cleavage that’s targeted by several of the men, but a couple of others seem to have decided I need more shampoo in my hair.

Those men step back, and more men step forward. This goes on and on. Pat, the club owner, joins the pack of male dogs marking their territory, and then goes back to work. Tom ejaculates on me twice. Actually, most of the men soil me more than once. Logan sprays me twice more, soaking the bodice of my dress on his second visit, and painting my skirt over my crotch on the third. At first this ceremony makes me feel kind of queasy, but fifteen minutes later I’ve decided it’s kind of flattering to be the center of attention, sordid as it is.

Finally, when I’m a totally disgusting mess, Mary calls out, “All right, folks, that’s a wrap for prime time. Patch, stop by the bar to finalize things with my da. Then I hope you can have Miss Pryde spend some time at the pub table in the center of the bar room answering questions from any new customers wondering if the Sharing Room is for them. All right, customers out and waitresses to a cleaning! I hear the wealth being shared during overtime is another newbie…and a fine looking one at that! There’ll be quite a crowd! The fun never ends at Club STW!”

Chapter 10. ‘Date Night’s’ End

Logan quickly leads me back to the ‘coffee’ table, chuckling at the look of consternation on my face the whole way. As I reach up to wipe semen out of my left eye, the Wolverine commands, “Leave it be, Pryde! I don’t want you ruining the masterpiece the boys have made of their canvas…that would be you, Katherine. So no mussing with the cum! That goes for when we’re in the main bar making Mary’s recruiting pitch, too…and for the ride home as well. Unless you’d rather make a stop on the way home?”

“You mean at Doctor Cummings’ place?”

“Yep.”

“I wish you’d stop teasing me like that, Patch.”

“I’m not teasing. Now, no mussing or I’ll prove I’m not, kiddo!”

“I’ll do my best, Patch,” I grumble back with disgust in my voice. “But this really blows! I feel so dirty…and sticky!”

“You look like you had a really good time, darling…which was the whole point of the baptizing. You did have a good time tonight, didn’t you, Kitty?”

I frown as I think about Logan’s question while he dresses in his blue denim pants, light-blue short-sleeve pullover shirt, dark blue socks, and brown slip on shoes. I’m fighting desperately the whole time not to wipe my semen-covered face or drag my fingers through my cum-soaked hair. Finally, as my short, stocky teammate hands me my red clutch purse, I admit, “I had a great time, Lo…darn it…Patch. In fact, even though some of the things I did tonight were painful at first…or more than a little humiliating…I had the best time of my life. That’s why I really need you to stop teasing me about making me visit your castratrix friend. I don’t want this to be the last time I have fun like this!”

“I told you, I’m not teasing. We can talk about it more on the way home, though. And you DO have more fun to look forward to! That S.H.I.E.L.D. training you want so badly is occasionally going to be similar to tonight’s fun. Don’t make the discussion AND the spy girl training moot by messing with the organic paint you’re wearing. Now, I want you to pretend like you’re a good old fashioned Japanese girl and stay a couple of strides behind me as we visit Pat at the bar. Then we’ll spend some time at that pub table Mary mentioned. Can you do that, pumpkin?”

“Yes, sir,” I mumble back feeling totally wiped out by the physical and emotional rollercoaster ride I’ve been on. Then I stare down the front of my dress and exclaim, “Oh, God! The sticky liquid is making my dress’s cloth almost see through. You can see my nipples and areolas!”

“UHmmm! Headlights! I love them! Follow me, sweetheart.”

I blush beet red, but manage a shy smile, as, after I follow Logan out of the ‘Sharing Room’ door, the main bar room erupts with applause. The Wolverine grins back at me before hurrying over to the bar, where Pat is standing beside a buxom, long-haired, green-eyed redhead, who reminds me a lot of Jean Grey, a.k.a., the Phoenix. The redhead, dressed in a pant suit rather than a cocktail dress or waitress’s costume, is standing before a laptop computer open atop the bar. Logan turns and points to the floor at my feet to indicate I am to stay where I am, about eight feet behind him. Then, with a broad grin on his face, he chortles, “Take some bows, Pryde! You earned it!”

My grin broadens even as my face reddens, but, despite the gunk covering me from head to toes, I do make bows in several directions to the crowded room. Meanwhile, I can hear Logan talking in a low voice while pointing at the laptop, whose screen is facing away from me. The redhead responds about ‘editing the various feeds to get the best angles’ and ‘blurring as instructed where needed’. She says she was able to ‘distort sound where needed’ as well. Logan replies with a look of satisfaction on his face that, ‘this will do fine’, ‘go ahead and send it’, and something that ends with ‘tonight’.

I’m not really catching all of this, because most of the men sitting beside the dozen or so sexily dressed women in the room are pointing at me. No, they’re not laughing at the mess that’s covering me! Instead, they’re obviously making encouraging comments to their wives, girlfriends, or employees. Yeah, they are the people I’m soon going to be chatting with, trying to get them to understand how much fun it was to be the ‘wealth’ being shared, despite my state of exhaustion.

By the time I bring my attention back to the Wolverine, he and Pat are going over a schedule to determine when Logan’s ‘date’ serving up Mary as wealth will be. That settled, short-stuff confirms that he’s agreed to pay Doctor Cummings to make a house call at Club STW next Tuesday at the end of overtime, to give Lisa a ‘proper clipping’. Logan notices I’m listening and winks, before telling Pat that maybe I’ll be joining Lisa, and asking if there will be anyone else in need of Carla’s services. The bar owner replies that a ‘couple of other waitress’s are talking about it’, if ‘Patch’ is ‘footing the bill’, and that Basha’s husband is ‘seriously contemplating getting her done’ if there would be a ‘discount for volume of work’. Logan says he’ll ‘talk to Carla and get back to’ Pat ‘ASAP’.

Finally, Logan turns back to the redhead, and in a louder voice declares, “That was great work on short notice, darling! How much do I owe you, April?”

The redhead blushes badly with a contemplative look on her face, before stammering, “I’m not sure what I did for you is really worth the cost…but…uhmm…what I’d really like…uhmm…would to be invited…uhmm…Tuesday. Invited to the declitting party! My boyfriend found out about an…uhmm…indiscretion…I had…uhmm…with a female coworker. He’s going to dump me…if I don’t get myself…uhmm…fixed. I wouldn’t mind getting…uhmm…cut…at the same time…as a fashion model…like Miss Pryde.”

The Wolverine roars with laughter as the ‘swallowed something rotten’ look that formed on my face when he told Pat I ‘might be joining Lisa’ morphs into desperate concern. “Sorry!” Logan declares as he turns his attention from me back to April. “Katherine and I are in the middle of setting a date for her circumcision, but nothing’s been finalized. April, the work you’ve done for me is definitely worth the cost of Doctor Cummings’ services. So tell your boyfriend that you’ll be getting yourself properly circumcised Tuesday night, if that’s what you both really want. He should come watch the show! I can’t promise Miss Pryde will be getting sexually neutered beside you, but I’ll definitely have a girl of my own with me who’ll be joining the declitting party. Pat, can we have a second fuck station set up for the girl I bring, if Lisa wouldn’t mind sharing her stint as wealth?”

“Yes, I can do that, Patch, me boyo! And I’m sure Lisa won’t mind sharing what’s likely to be a record crowd for a Tuesday night overtime.”

“In that case, I won’t need to ask Carla about that discount, Pat. I’ll pay for my girl…who could be Miss Pryde, but will probably be someone else…Lisa, and April. Oh, what the hell! Tell Basha’s husband I’ll pay for Basha’s circumcision too. And yes, I’ll cover the charges for any of your other waitresses that have a hankering to get their pussy trimmed…so long as they’ve cleared it with you, Pat. Don’t worry! I’ve got some long-term investments that just paid off way better than I anticipated. So I’m flush!”

“Why that’s mighty generous of you, Patch!” Pat declares while April hops up and down beside him with obvious jubilation. “I never thought there’d come a day that Club STW would be neutering lassies instead of sharing them on the fuck station.”

“We’re doing both, Pat! And there’s nothing but fun in that!” Logan declares as he slaps his hand on the bar countertop. “Besides, it’s not like there’s any chance that we’ll run out of hot looking skirts looking to cum as they get shared with the clientele. Nor will there ever be a shortage of pussies needing to be trimmed! Kitty and I will be over at the pub table reminiscing about the fine time we had tonight at your club, Pat, and encouraging other customers to share and be shared. Could I get you to have a waitress deliver a pint of ale, a double shot of ouzo, and a tall glass of ice water?”

“On the way, me boyo! On the way!”

We move through the room to the tall chair-less table near the center waiting for us, and Mary herself delivers our drinks. The Irish waitress seems excited about ‘Patch’ acting as her sharer early next month when he serves her up for a full night as wealth, and informs him that her ‘da’ also told her Patch was paying for waitress’s circumcisions Tuesday night. Mary grins at Logan as she informs him she’s chosen to decline the kind offer, given that someday she’ll be proprietor of Club STW. Logan doesn’t look either surprised or disappointed!

I drink the double shot of ouzo straight down, coughing as my throat burns and my stomach glows with warmth; I’m quickly pretty buzzed. As I soak in the satisfaction of being treated like a celebrity at the pub table, Logan tells me I have to drink every drop of the water to try to minimize the hangover I’ll be having in the morning. As I drink, I grin a lot as lots of men and a couple of women stop by to tell me they really enjoyed taking a turn with me.

Alice and Tom show up at our table to finalize arrangements for next Friday night. Logan promises I’ll be there in the ‘Sharing Room’ returning Alice’s favor of being the coitus/anal sex station fluffer (evidently taking the vacuum duties for granted). Then my teammate asks to take a picture of Alice to send to his friend, Nick, who’ll most likely be my escort Friday night. As Logan uses his smart phone to snap the picture, he jokes about the fact that Nick will be wearing an eye patch too. He also mentions that Nick will probably have a real Contessa with him (Contessa Valentina Allegro de Fontaine, I presume) who’ll most likely agree to be the fellatio station fluffer, and who will likely take advantage of Alice’s services. My buxom new brunette friend just grins with eager anticipation. I want to hug Alice, but I’m a semen-covered mess!

I tell every couple who visits the tall table what I great time I had. I’m not lying, and I’m sure both genders can tell. I think I’ve done Pat a service lining up girls willing the be the wealth being shared in the future before we finally leave the club, say goodbye to Curly at the lectern in front of the club’s entrance, and head to our car. I’m very disconcerted when Logan pulls a big sheet of thin clear plastic material out of the trunk and covers the passenger seat so that I won’t make much of a mess in Professor Xavier’s Rolls Royce Phantom’s interior.

We don’t get far in the car before I finally start pestering Logan about the things I’m most concerned about. I’m tipsy enough to think I’m being clever by saving my most pressing issue for last. I start with, “Logan, how come, since you went to the trouble of neutralizing my pregnancy protection, you didn’t use my pus…oh, crap…my vagina tonight? I don’t think you’re going to knock me up by using my mouth and ass. God! I sound nasty! Uhmmm, did you really ejaculate five times in one night? I didn’t know guys could do that!”

“Guys can do that, darling. All it takes is a particularly enticing sex partner. That would be you, kiddo! Actually, I’m more virile than the average Joe…probably directly related to my mutant power. The reason I chose not to dump at least one nut in your pussy tonight is also related to my mutant power. I’ll explain, but you’ll have to forgive me if my biology isn’t up to snuff.”

“There’s something that very few people know about me, kitten. The power my X-gene gives me is a healing factor that makes me pretty close to unkillable. Like most people, you already knew that. What you didn’t know is that my sperm carries my DNA, my X-gene, making my tadpoles very aggressive…and more.”

“My sperm cells are able to boot any previous inseminators’ sperm cells off of any ova in the uterus of the girl I’m mating with before those previous inseminators’ tadpoles can successfully fuse with the egg or eggs…even if hours have passed since the initial insemination. The ova of the girl I’m mating with will eagerly fuse with my swimmers, and my X-gene is transferred to the zygote that forms from that fusion. The zygote produced from the ova fusing with my sperm immediately acquires my healing power, as will the fetus it becomes. That healing power will grow in strength with time, making any zygotes I help create very resilient in hours, and pretty close to unkillable in days! Although somewhat irrelevant, I might as well add that the healing factor will then gradually weaken after birth until the child develops its own mutant power during puberty.”

“The point I’m trying to make, Pryde, is that, if I’d used your vagina tonight, by the time you get home, the zygote, or zygotes, in your womb would be pretty resilient, and likely quite immune to the typical morning after treatment. As it is likely going to be days before you figure out what you need to do to get me to give you permission to use those drugs, any zygote we created together would be immune to any treatment we could come up with without Professor X and the Beast’s help. If we needed their help, not only would you be busted for being preggars, they’d figure out the kid was mine. Awkward!”

“To say the least! I thought you were my friend, Logan! How could you force me to risk getting pregnant…especially when you weren’t even willing to have regular sex with me?”

“Oh, I doubt the word risk is relevant, kiddo. I’m sure you dropped an egg after I gave you that shot. You’re eating for two! And I’m totally willing to have coitus with you, just not until we get you back on birth control.”

“Fat chance that’s going to happen if we’re not even friends anymore!”

“Kitty, don’t think for one second that I don’t consider you one of the most valued friends I have. You may be a tad pissed at me because you think I’m being too hard on you, but I’m not. Someday you’ll figure out my other option to teach you a life lesson would have been a lot more unpleasant, but with the same negative results. Besides, you assured me earlier you had a real good time tonight.”

“I did! But that’s not the point! You’re delusional to be thinking you’ll get another shot at having sex with me!”

“Oh, I’ll get to splash in that nice tight pussy of yours, Shadowcat. Unless you’re going to go back on your agreement…which was to do WHATEVER I say on three different occasions, for as long as I say those occasions last, if I had to save your skinny ass from your own bad judgment. I had to save you! We’re still on occasion number one. Dipping my wick in your honeypot will likely be part of both occasions two and three. You aren’t going to welsh are you?”

“Bastard!”

“Yep!”

“I don’t break my word, Wolverine!” I declare emphatically, feeling really gross as I can’t stop seeing and feeling the drying ejaculate me and my beautiful clothes are covered in. “Although I doubt any fair-minded genie would give you three wishes with each wish being several pages of instructions long.”

“Fair point, well made, but there weren’t any asterisks or fine print when you agreed to my terms.”

“Crap! Okay, I’m not going to let this cost me our friendship. Are you? What do I need to do to get the morning after treatment?”

“Help me accomplish my goals…the nature of which should become obvious, but you need to figure out on your own.”

“So, now you think you’ve become the Riddler?” I snap back more than a little frustrated not to mention exhausted and tipsy. I stop talking for a while and wait until we’re on the freeway to Salem Center in Westchester County. Then I finally get to the important question. “Logan, you’re not really going to force me to get circumcised by Doctor Cummings, are you?”

“Yep! How many times have I told you, I’m not teasing?”

“But why?

“I could simply say that the best life lessons are best hard learned, and that you proved to me in the Danger Room that you really need to learn a lesson. But I won’t. Instead, I want you to repeat the reasons that you gave me at the start of the evening for why someone would get a girl declitted, Shadowcat.”

“Great! They were Illyana’s reasons. Let’s see. Circumcision makes girls more tractable without interfering with their reproductive processes. They’re supposed to become harder workers and better citizens afterwards. They no longer have a lot of misspent time worrying about their love life or those kinds of physical needs; I suppose that last part refers to diddling among other things. They lose any impulses to cheat on their husbands or become unwed mothers. God! I might fit the bill with that last part…if you’re right!”

“You’d best assume I’m right. Surely you can add to Illyana’s list. Here’s one. Supervillains are having fun using declitting tubes, and other similar tools, on superheroines to hurt the girls AND make their male teammates feel responsible for that hurting…so maybe our best option is to take preemptive action to spoil their fun. Here’s another. In many countries of the world where the X-Men have interests or are likely to be battling evil mutants in, circumcision of post-pubescent females is legally mandatory…and hiding or helping hide a girl’s uncircumcised status is a felony. You want your teammates tossed into the hoosegow? How about going back to Rasputin’s list and fleshing out how female circumcision might help deal with something falling under the broad category of ‘love life and other physical needs’ combined with unhealthy, unproductive, and/or illicit ‘impulses’?”

“Oh my God, Logan! You think I’m a lesbian, and you want to cure me!”

“Now we’re making progress! However, no, I don’t think you’re a lesbian. If I had decided you were a lesbian, you’d be at Doctor Cummings’ office right now with your legs spread, Katherine!”

“So you don’t think I like girls,” I reply, the relief in my voice embarrassingly obvious.

“Oh, I think you like girls. A lot! But I think you like boys, too. Probably more!”

“What does that make me?”

“Flexible, at the very least…which is probably an advantageous attribute for a superheroine, as you pointed out to Lisa when she offered you a lesbian hookup. More likely, bi-sexual would be a more accurate description of your sexual preferences, sweetheart. Like Psylocke, but I think you’re even more attracted to girls than Betsy is! By the way, I have no grudge against Betsy…for being bi or anything else.”

“So, you don’t want to see Psylocke get her clitoris clipped out…because she’s bi-sexual, but you’re going to insist that I do?”

“No, Betsy is definitely not going to get a pass. She’s just down the list in terms of priority. All of the other reasons for why a girl should get her vulva trimmed still apply.”

“And I’m at the top of the list. That doesn’t seem fair! Again, why me?”

“Oh, I should have made it clear that opportunity, as well as priority, is a factor in Betsy’s case…and yours. No, it doesn’t seem fair. Life is rarely fair! While you’re sorting through the clues I’ve dropped, what can you tell me about female circumcision’s history and prevalence?”

“Clues to how I can get the morning after treatment, or how I can avoid visiting a castratrix?”

“How you can expedite the former and delay, but not avoid, the latter. Answer my question first before you go back to a losing argument.”

I’m pretty pissed off and not that far from crying as I glare at Logan as we zoom down the freeway at sometime after midnight. Being a sticky mess does not help me keep my composure. Still, I sort through what little I know. Finally, I answer the best a worn out and more than tipsy superheroine can.

“Stevie knows a lot about the subject, and she talked quite a bit about it with me and the New Mutant girls one day between dance exercises. Female circumcision developed separately in multiple cultures around the world during a variety of different prehistoric and historical periods, but anthropologists, archaeologists, and historians conclude the culture with the most influence on modern female circumcision practices was the early ancient Egyptians. This conclusion is supported by some female mummies that were recovered. The experts think they understand the reasons for the development of BOTH female and male circumcision in ancient Egypt.”

“The ancient Egyptian gods were thought to have the sexual attributes of both males and females, and dual souls. The priests and Pharaohs thought that mortal men and women each had features reflecting these dual souls—the penis foreskin represented the female soul in men, and the clitoris, with its penisoid shape, represented the male soul in women. The priests developed coming of age rituals to detach the wrong-sex soul from members of each gender. For the men, the penis foreskin, which vaguely resembles the labial folds of the vulva, was trimmed away. For females, the clitoris, which strongly resembles the male penis, was excised.”

“Male circumcision spread to the Hebrew, Persian, and Semitic cultures, and then to the rest of the world with highly variable prevalence in modern societies. Male circumcision is now more prevalent in the U.S. than most western European cultures. Stevie covered other parts of the world too, but I’m afraid I don’t remember much more about penises being altered…other than that most guys don’t complain about it either way.

“Back to girls. In ancient Egypt, as it became part of normal tradition, female circumcision became the most important criteria for women’s marriage, inheritance of property, and acceptance in society. Stevie says that all evidence indicates it wasn’t a practice born out of misogyny. She says ancient Egypt is known to have been a model of gender parity when it comes to ancient societies. Women had the same basic rights as men, and could even rule as Pharaohs. Neither circumcision ritual…male or female…was developed to harm or subjugate the opposite gender. Through time, however, additional vulva alteration practices were developed and sometimes forced upon women of the lowest castes, especially slaves.”

“These additional female circumcision practices, along with the original coming of age rituals, were passed onto the Semitic cultures and, after the rise of Islam, to West African and South Asian cultures. That’s where the practice of female circumcision remains most prevalent during the last couple of centuries. Popularity of the female circumcision practice diminished slightly for a while as the United Nations and other international organizations waged a campaign against it, but the practice has now become quite a bit more prevalent since severe body modification outside of medical practices was legalized in the U.S. and many other countries. Over eighty percent of the post-pubescent girls in some countries, like Egypt, have been circumcised.”

“So, girls have been getting the benefits of having their vulva’s altered for four thousand years or more, Shadowcat. And you’re being pissy and obstinate about it?”

“Yes! For four reasons! First, getting declitted hurts, because the severe body modification technicians refuse to numb you during the process. Second, a girl probably can’t manage a climax after she’s had her pleasure button removed, and I’ve just learned how wonderful an orgasm can be. Third, you’re not my keeper and I shouldn’t have to alter my body just because I was stupid and made a foolish agreement with you. And fourth, if someone has decided this is going to be an X-Girl ritual, then fine, but the more senior girls should go first…Jean Grey and Ororo Munroe, if we’re talking about the X-Men, and Danielle Moonstar, if we’re talking about the New Mutants. Damn it! I just thought of another point! If you’re trying to make me do this just because we’ve decided I’m bi-sexual and I’m attracted to girls too, shouldn’t you go after the full-blown lesbian’s first…Dani Moonstar and Rahne Sinclair!”

“Now we’re getting somewhere, darling!” Wolverine spits back with obvious enthusiasm as we get off the freeway and onto Graymalkin Lane, the main road leading to the Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. “I can’t do a damn thing about your first two points, Pryde. It is what it is. Surprisingly, I mostly agree with your third point, but I don’t think that’s going to change my mind about the need for you to make that visit to Doctor Cummings. However, because I agree one hundred percent with your fourth point, I’m willing to consider any suggestions on how to…uhmmm…encourage…the…how did you phrase it…senior girls to go first and get the ritual started…delaying your own stint in a gynecology chair. I don’t care which team starts said ritual, and I REALLY concur with your final unnumbered point.”

“Oh, crap! We’re here!” I declare as we arrive at the steel gate at the start of the obscenely long driveway leading to the X-Mansion. “Why isn’t the gate opening?”

“I haven’t used the car’s remote signal yet.” Logan replies laconically. “Listen, Kitty! I promise you now have all the clues you need to solve your dual conundrum…to the extent to which each can be solved. I want you to get out and enter the key code to the gate yourself, and walk to the X-Mansion. You’d best carry your heels. Don’t get caught getting to your room. Hang your dress on the clothes dummy, and I’ll see to it before you wake in the morning. Drink a tall glass of water to minimize any hangover from the ouzo, pee, and go straight to sleep. Don’t bother to shower. They’ll be fresh sheets in the morning. And don’t worry! You are a really bright girl!”

“Why aren’t you coming back with me?”

“I’m going to Harry’s Hideaway to get wasted. I didn’t get enough brew tonight! I’ll call Nick Fury while I’m there. I’ll get him to contact you with verification that you’ve been enrolled in the S.H.I.E.L.D. auxiliary agent training in the morning, and we’ll work through the rest of this after that. Night!”

“Night, Wolverine. Thanks for one heck of a fun rollercoaster ride, my friend.” Then, after Logan zooms off, I find myself making a long walk to the X-Mansion covered from head to toes in semen, mostly dried semen, and really struggling to stay awake.

As I walk, ‘Logan didn’t really get me knocked up, did he?’ and ‘Logan isn’t really going to circumcise me, is he?’ keep running through my exhausted mind. I always come up with the same answer, ‘Yes he did, and yes he is’, because he’s really stuck on the mantra, ‘The best life lessons are hard learned!’

It’s a good thing I’m going to pass out from alcohol and exhaustion when I reach my bed! Otherwise I’d never be able to fall asleep. Could you?

Note to readers: The next installment in this story, which is nearly finished, will be: Kitty Pryde—Life Lessons Hard Learned; Prelude to The Fall of the Mutants. Prelude will pick up where we left off (beginning with Chapter 11).

However, the ‘humiliated and shared’* theme gives way to defemization with Prelude. Kitty will face plenty of humiliation (for what has happened), but, although there will be lots of discussion about past sexual indiscretions by others, Prelude will contain little actual sex (other that some brief girl-girl experimentation at the very end). Additionally, the defeminization action will not actually get started, nor will the unwanted pregnancy be resolved. Prelude serves to set up what occurs in The Fall of the Mutants story arcs. There will be lots of discussion involving X-Men canon in Prelude that some readers may get a kick out of.

The heads up is to let readers know reading Prelude is optional. Each of the The Fall of the Mutants story arcs will re-present/summarize material from Prelude relevant to each X-Girl’s, or New Mutant girl’s, story arc. The Fall of the Mutants—Shadowcat will not be the first of these story arcs, and it may be a while before we see it. Of course I think Prelude would be worth reading. I spent the better part of a week (full time) writing and editing it.

After Prelude, I’ll likely switch from first person present tense (with the fourth wall intentionally broken in places so that I can have Kitty speak to or explain things to the reader) to third person past tense. I would be interested to hear from the readers whether tense has any bearing on story enjoyment. Feedback on narrative tense, or any constructive criticism, maybe sent to Scarlet at wandamaximoff13@yahoo.com .

I hope readers enjoyed Kitty Pryde—Life Lessons Hard Learned. Thank you for your interest.

Scarlet

*The ‘humiliated and shared’ theme for this story was inspired by the non-superheroine Humiliated and Shared series of stories by Lexi Stokes, available from Amazon (and perhaps elsewhere).

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