GETTING TO THE BOTTOM OF KEVIN
From CHAPTER ONE...
Club Hardware was an after-hours sex-club set up in a local hardware store. There were medieval stocks by the garden supplies. There were wrist and ankle cuffs along the wall of power tools. There was a row of dildo chairs in the plumbing section where the dildos increased in size. Aisle 7 was where you stuck your dick between the cans of paint to have a hungry mouth suck you off. Aisle 6 was where you knelt to let your hungry mouth do the sucking.
It was never about pain or degradation for us. We loved going because we like exploring our submissive and exhibitionist sides. It took our kinks up a notch.
For example: There was a bodybuilder named Liam who always strutted around the club wearing only a loincloth. He loved being watched and often stood under the lights in the power tool section, flexing and showing off his muscles. One night he singled me out of a group of wallflowers and before I knew what was happening, I was on the ground, head-locked between his thighs, with his taint and hairless balls pressed into my face. It was a rush to be on-display, pinned underneath him, kissing his ass while he struck poses for the crowd. I loved it.
Another example: a lesbian couple named Gwen and Nikki liked to strip Daria naked and lead her around the club wearing only a collar and leash, as if she were their pet. They let strangers fondle her, and tweak her nipples, and grope between her legs while she knelt on all fours and ate their pussies. She was devoted and dutiful and loved it.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Gwen and Nikki moved to Colorado. Bodybuilder Liam is still around — I sometimes see him at the park with a floofy white dog on a skinny leash. The after-hours club doesn’t happen anymore but the hardware store is still there. I have erotic flashbacks whenever I buy paint.
“Remember that girl on the Wheel of Fortune?” Daria said. “With the cobra tattoo on her thigh?”
Of course I remembered: the short, punk-rock girl spread eagle on the round plywood table called The Wheel of Fortune, surrounded by guys with their dicks out. The table spun like a lazy-susan and she’d get fucked by one guy, the table would rotate to the next guy, and she’d get fucked again. Fuck, rotate, fuck, rotate. Round and round with more guys on the side waiting their turn.
She wasn’t tied down. Her hands and feet were in loops of rope that she could slip out of easily, but the effect was that she was a helpless prisoner. It lurid and erotic. She was small and shaved bare.
But she was hardly helpless.
She taunted the men Is that all you got? and urged them on Who’s next? and Hell yeah, give it to me and teased them A man with a boy-sized dick! and begged for more Oh, that’s it - keep it coming, do not stop, you will not stop. She was voracious. She was hilarious. She squealed and moaned and had orgasm after orgasm. She fucked the room and they loved it. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen.
“That’s Kevin’s wife,” Daria said to me, sitting up in the bed. “I’m sure of it. That was Anna!”
At one point, the wheel turned and Anna’s legs were open to an oily, twitchy guy with glassy eyes. Anna freed her boot from the stirrup and tapped him on the chest. Back up, tweaker. What are you high on? Don’t point your filthy pecker at me. I’ll tear it off.
The guy grinned with brown teeth and didn’t understand she was serious. When he stepped in and grabbed her thigh, she kicked him in those brown teeth I said fuck OFF! and sent him sprawling back over rolls of chicken wire. He scrambled from the building, cupping blood to his face. Don’t go away mad, Anna joked, just go away! Then, when the wheel rotated and the next guy started fucking her, she was hilarious: Is that all you got? That tweaker fucked me better than this — and he had syphilis!
“She’s corporate now, all put together,” Daria said. “Stylish glasses, hair in a bun. Looks totally different. No septum ring. No black eyeliner. No combat boots.”
“Wow,” I mumbled, dozing back to sleep. “She’s married to a guy you work with. That’s so cool.”
Daria had stopped talking. She drummed two fingers against her clit as she remembered Anna’s boots.
Daria had been prodded and fingered all night long and was crazed on the edge of an orgasm that never came. She was on all fours between Gwen’s legs, desperately eating pussy, trying to translate that into pleasure for herself. Daria didn’t look up when Gwen called out Anna, come meet our new pet! - but suddenly Anna’s boots stepped into her vision. And Anna’s grip on her shoulder.
Daria felt a thumb circle and penetrate her soaking pussy from behind, and firm fingers clamp onto her clit, so suddenly, so perfectly ringing her doorbell, that her lips fell from Gwen’s pussy and opened in a moan. She heard Anna’s cackling laugh, Oh, she’s easy! Can I borrow her for a minute? And then, close and soft into Daria’s ear said I’m going to eat you alive, I want you for myself, you’re so beautiful Anna used her thumb as a piston, and worked her fingers on Daria’s clit, and expertly brought Daria through the layers of a shattering, light-dimming orgasm. Daria had to press her forehead against Gwen’s shin to keep from falling over.
Anna laid Daria onto a stack of lumber and squatted to press her shaved pussy, swollen and slick with juices, onto Daria’s mouth. Daria drank in the pungent smells, and lapped at Anna’s warm folds like a starving woman. Anna pulled off and leaned over Daria to scrutinize her face.
Even upside down, Daria saw Anna was dominant but not careless. She was feral but in control. And, she had beautiful brown eyes.
You good? Anna said. You look a little dazed.
Anything you want, Daria said.
