College Club K Ch. 03

"K" – if you're out there remember you've still got a fan...

Conclusion:

As I pondered the nearness of the end of the semester and what to do next, K again interjected herself into the process. She wrote to me the following:

Brad,

I have a plan for one last show for your club. However, I won't perform until after the membership plays a little game I have in mind. I have an old friend coming to join me for the finale. If you don't want your little lingerie picture showing up all over campus, I think you'll be happy to get the club's participation. I can get us into the old Kendall House's second floor classroom. Kendall is on the row of old homes that the college bought and converted for classroom space. The only windows in the room face out back toward down the hill towards the athletic complex. Let's make this a little more fun by going during the day. Next Saturday December the 9th. If you go around to the rear of the building at 10am, I'll let you in.

K

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After reading this, I at first had a mixed feeling of being exploited and of anticipation. This bitch was going to use the stupid picture against me. Part of me thought, fuck her, I'll just claim that the photo was doctored if it ever gets out, but then I really didn't want to have to go there. I didn't think too many people would buy the fake picture thing as I know there are idiots out there who think some of the obviously doctored pictures circulating on the internet are actually real. My next thought was of Bridgett who enjoyed watching us get off for her at the hotel. Maybe she liked it enough that she was going to share a little bit with us. I mused about what that older hottie would look like in the buff.

When I returned from my daydreaming, I decided to go along with this little plan. So I began to draft an email to the membership regarding a final club event before the semester break (I didn't yet realize it would be the final club event with the club as we knew it). Before I did this though, I wanted to make sure the game would be something that the club would actually go along with – if it was too crazy, I wasn't sure everybody (especially the girls) would go along and I figured that all it would take to ruin everything would be for one killjoy to drop out.

Anyway, I wrote back to K:

K,

Thanks for the event offer. I guess I can set things up and that you don't give me much choice but to set things up. Anyway, I'm not too comfortable with the game thing. Can you clarify what it will entail? If things get too weird or hardcore, I'm not sure the ladies will go along with it. What is the game that you had in mind? What are the rules? Is your friend Bridgett coming?

Brad

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K's reply:

Brad,

Questions, questions. You sound like you don't trust me (LOL). We could forget this and I just circulate your picture around if you prefer...

Anyway, the game will entail sexual stunts such as flashing. One key rule is that no one will be permitted to touch anyone else in the game. That isn't too bad – just harmless fun. I assure you that my finale will make the little game worth the while.

I'm not going to tell you everything, Bradley that takes all the fun out of it. My guest may or may not be Bridgett – that's my little secret...

K

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I was mentally kicking myself for that stupid fucking picture of me in K's lingerie. This wasn't funny but the bitch would not let it go. Anyway, her game sounded pretty harmless – and K tended to know how to heat things up so I figured it was ok. I didn't have much leverage on this anyway as I really didn't want that stupid picture to ruin my life as I knew it. I liked that last part too – her little secret; there was very little in the way of normal detail about this woman that wasn't secret. So I drafted an email...

Voyeur Club Members,

All of you except for Amy had the privilege of attending our first event. We will have another similar event for which K and a mystery friend has offered to provide some very stimulating entertainment so long as we go along with a game that she has in mind. She indicated that the game would be of a sexual nature but that there would be no touching permitted. It sounds like a very interesting event to me.

Please reply if you can come to Kendall Hall on College Blvd. on Saturday December 9th at 10am. Go to the back door to be let in – there are no Saturday classes to worry about but we don't want to be noticed.

Brad,

Voyeur Club President

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Some of the replies;

Brad,

I'm there. Is K bringing a chick or a guy?

Jay

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Brad,

Hey, is this K bitch horny or what? Is she bringing that brunette friend of hers?

By the by, I'm in.

Scott

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Brad,

I'm up for it.

Bob

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Brad,

Thanks for the update; I'm always up for a good show. I presume K's friend will be performing with her, right?

Anyway, I'll be there.

Kelly

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Brad,

So far all I've gotten from this club is embarrassment. I might go to this so-called "event" if you can tell me one thing. Will the guys have to drop their pants?

Amy

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I replied to the messages that needed replies as follows:

Scott,

I have no idea if K is bringing Bridgett or maybe another horny girlfriend. She's playing games with me about the whole thing so I have no idea. Anyway, I'm sure it will be good.

Brad,

Voyeur Club President

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Jay,

K didn't let me know if her friend is male or female. I guess we'll have to wait and see. See you on Saturday.

Brad,

Voyeur Club President

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Amy,

I'm pretty sure K will have something lined up where we guys have to show ourselves.

Brad,

Voyeur Club President

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Everyone seemed to be satisfied with my response except for Amy. She wrote me a snippy reply:

Dear Voyeur Club President,

What do you mean by having a pretty good idea that the guys will have to show themselves? I thought you were the President or is "K" running the club? I think your club sucks.

A

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I was a little put off by Amy's tone. If I didn't want to possibly see her naked, I wouldn't have bothered to reply to her. I figured I'd give it one last go as it wouldn't kill things if she didn't show but I really didn't want to lose a female student from the club when we only had a whopping two to begin with. So I tried to calm myself down and make nice to her and go out on a limb at the same time. Basically, I figured it was time to say what she wanted to hear.

Amy,

If you come to the event, I'll make you a promise, the guys will drop their pants whether explicitly part of K's game or not. Call it Presidential prerogative.

I'm sorry if you think the club sucks – you missed our previous event so it is pretty unfair to judge it. I guarantee that you'll change your opinion if you join us on Saturday.

Brad,

Voyeur Club President

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She reluctantly came around:

Brad,

I guess I'll come. But trust me; if this is some sort of one way deal where the guys stay clothed and the women don't, I'm done with your stupid club. In fact, I won't stay long enough to see K's little show. Piss me off and I might just end your club.

Amy

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I was so tempted to follow K's lead and threaten Amy with distributing pictures of her ass out the window of Scott's car, I can't tell you. I decided it wouldn't work anyway, since her face was not visible in the pictures. The pictures weren't that great but they certainly marked the occasion. It seemed ironic and fucked-up that Amy had leverage over me versus the other way around. Anyway, all I would do by sparring with her would be to push her over the edge; she was already getting pretty pissy. She was the kind of chick who might go and blow our cover with the school administration if I wasn't careful. I really didn't need that bullshit nor did I want to ruin the whole event. I got a grip on my anger and waited out the remaining days until Saturday – somehow I even managed to study for exams.

In the intervening time that we waited for the event to arrive, Scott and I commiserated about K's true identity. We discovered that there was a redhead who worked in the Dean's office but who had recently put in her notice; her name was Kathryn Lienert. It fit and we thought about finding out if someone knew where she lived or if we might see her in the Dean's office. I never emailed my suspicions but I did tell Bob and Jay to keep an eye out for her to see if they thought she was K. I didn't want to freak the girls out so I decided not to let them in on this little development. I also wondered if this Lienert woman was K. What did this resignation mean? Would she be moving or would she still be around? What about wives of professors- that couldn't be ruled out. Anyway, Jay went down to the Dean's office on the pretense of wanting to check into switching majors and he got a pretty good look at Kathryn; he was sure she was K.

When the allotted time arrived it was like déjà vu. We were sneaking around and doing secret knocks but with the chances of getting caught a bit higher. Given that we went during the day this time and it wasn't Halloween, I realized upon approaching the Kendall House just how ballsy this was – the only thing crazier would have been to go on a day when there were classes in there. I was nervous as hell when I approached the building and had to pace around a little bit to look like I was going somewhere else when I saw some other students walking nearby. Once the coast was clear, I sneaked around to the back of Kendall Hall.

When I got in, I was greeted by K who had on a masquerade mask instead of a full head mask this time. She had full lips and nicely defined cheekbones but she chose to continue to leave her voice a mystery. She wore red lipstick and nail polish and was stunningly mysterious. She had on a long woman's overcoat and black stiletto high heels. She silently gestured me in by crooking her finger. I followed her into a second floor classroom which was equipped with desks and a small podium with a whiteboard near the front. On the board it was written, "Please sit quietly and remain silent until class begins – K"

After I took my seat, K left the room and went back to the rear of the house to await the others. One by one they arrived. One by one they had the same reaction in that we wanted to talk but felt compelled by the message on the board not to.

We wondered just what K was going to do to get things started. After I had been there for nearly 20 minutes and the last club member had been there for at least 5 minutes, we heard K coming. In fact we heard what sounded like a second set of footsteps. What happened next startled me.

A burly man in green work pants and shirt with keys jangling on one side strode into the room. He walked down the aisle and turned to face us before speaking at which point he accusing asked, "What in the hell is going on here? Do you realize that you have broken into school property? You all can get suspended for that!"

If this was a joke, no one was laughing. K had not accompanied the man into the room and in our lust we had been caught off guard, not considering the possibility of being set up. I was suddenly furious with K. She had basically taken control of the club away from me and was now going to get us in trouble – wasn't it enough to embarrass the hell out of me in front of Scott and Bob at the hotel.

The man was known around campus as "Old Man". He was probably in his early forties if that old but due to ruddy skin, a scruffy goatee and streaks of white hair he got that nickname. His real name was John Ellerd or something like that. This guy probably had a chip on his shoulder against college kids given that we didn't exactly look at guys like "Old Man" with respect. This was feeling like a bad dream.

After a long pause, Old Man walked around the room looking us up and down; no doubt to be sure he could identify us to the school administration. Then he spoke, "All right, maybe we can avoid any trouble if you all can play along with a little harmless game. Or if not you can end the semester before exams which will do wonders for your grades." He leered at us as he continued, "Your parents will just love having you home a few extra days early." As he finished speaking, K quietly entered the room.

I thought to myself, "Dirty" Old Man; this was part of K's plan all along and insurance that we would go along with her little scheme. Shrewd bitch. At least for today Old Man was K's partner in crime. If she was sleeping with this guy, it explained how she had gotten a hold of the keys and how she knew the hours for rounds in the Science Building back in October and how she got the keys here today.

"All right, if you all play nice there will be a little bonus at the end right Kath-," Old Man caught himself and then continued, "Right K?"

K nodded nervously. I couldn't tell if she was mad at Old Man for slipping with her name or if she was getting bolder – certainly this new mask was much smaller than the one she had on the other times that we'd met.

At this moment, it was confirmed in my mind that K was indeed Kathryn Lienert. Old Man's little slip was the icing on the cake. I didn't have to wonder long what would be next.

Old Man turned a student desk around, and pulled it to the front of the room. Then he grabbed another chair for K. From their vantage point in the front of the room they took on an air of authority. Old Man spoke, "All right there will be a series of stunts for each of you to perform. The ground rules for the stunts are that there will be no touching. First the gentlemen will perform a stunt followed by the ladies performing a stunt and then we repeat the process. When you have finished, K and I will perform a little for you." He paused and looked around as if to get a read on our reaction, upon getting no response, he continued, "Gentlemen, you will perform first. One at a time you are to unzip your flies stop in front of each of the ladies and let her inspect your cock. You will be told when you have gone long enough." At this he produced a cassette player and began playing some sort of elevator music.

Scott offered to go first. He set the tone for how this stunt was to be done. Rather than strictly just lowering his fly, he pulled pants and briefs down below his ass. Though I wasn't staring, I could see that he was not fully erect nor was he flaccid either. He managed to walk by hanging onto his pants on either side. He walked first up to Kelly. Since she was sitting in a desk his bare cock was just below her eye level. The guys let out jeers. When Old Man did not immediately call time, Scott began to gyrate his hips which made his cock bob up and down just inches from Kelly. She licked her lips and appeared to be enjoying this. She adhered to the no touching rule which seemed to add to the excitement.

At last Old Man said, "All right, you may move to the other young lady now." Scott moved in front of Amy and continued to step from foot to foot and to rotate his hips. Amy said, "Well Mr. driver, how does it feel to be the one with his pants down?"

Scott replied, "It feels just fine. I bet you'd like a piece of this wouldn't you?"

Amy joked, "In your dreams."

When Old Man said, "Ok, that's enough" Scott began to zip up his pants. Before he could finish, Old Man said, "Aren't you forgetting someone?"

Scott smiled and said, "So I guess Ms. K would like a turn." He then walked over to the desk where she was sitting and lowered his pants to expose his cock. She looked on with approval.

After a few seconds of this, Old Man said, "All right, cowboy that's enough. We need another volunteer."

Jay went next and he also appeared to be only partly hard as he wagged his manhood in Kelly's face and then on cue did the same to Amy. He kept his pants down so that he could walk across the room to K. There was definitely a growing air of excitement in the room.

I took my turn after Jay. It was definitely erotic to feel the cool air on my cock as I let it free; I was partly hard and could feel the nerves in my swelling member as I stood near Kelly.

"My, my," Kelly quipped as I dangled my gonads before her.

When instructed to do so, I moved over in front of Amy. I abided by the no touching rule, but I really hoped that Amy would just reach over and suck me. She didn't; she also stuck to the rule. At Old Man's behest, I moved on to the front of the room and dangled my wares in front of K. She took a long look at my cock and then at my face. She nodded her head as to say, "not bad." When Old Man told me that I was done, I wished that I wasn't as the excitement and nervous energy was very titillating.

As I was retaking my seat, Bob said, "I guess you saved the best for last." He then stood up and began to unzip his fly.

The guys all began to chant, "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby"

Following the protocol that had been established by Scott, Bob pulled his pants and boxers below his hips and held them at the side. His prick popped out, the beginnings of his arousal were clearly visible as his large black cock protruded from his body above his large, dark nutsack. He walked first over to Kelly and let his cock go within inches of her face. To this she teasingly curled the end of her tongue as though she were going to lick the shaft of his penis. She stopped short of actually touching him.

Old Man interjected, "No touching. Remember the rules." Then after a brief pause he added, "All right Bobby, give the next lady a turn."

Bob moved over in front of our blond newbie Amy. His cock appeared to visibly twitch and grow a little as he stood before Amy. Amy was far more self-conscious than Kelly and acted almost scared of this large black cock that was in front of her. She even pretended to shield her eyes for a moment.

Bob teased her by saying, "Come on, you know all white girls like a big, black cock. Take a nice good look."

Amy blushed and sneaked a quick glance at his protruding love muscle.

At this point, Old Man called time and Bob moved across the room towards K.

K teasingly rubbed her breasts through her blouse and licked her lips as Bob approached her. Perhaps she wanted to remind him of how he had felt these luscious globes wrapped around his spasming cock some days earlier. When Bob was finally in front of her, she pretended to lick him in a more lusty fashion than Kelly had earlier. She then firmly grasped his cock just below the head and firmly planted a kiss on the tip of his swollen member.

I led the protest that ensued, "Hey! Old Man, you said no touching!"

Scott added, "Yeah, K broke the rules. Shouldn't there be a penalty for breaking the rules?"

Old Man replied, "I guess you're right, since she broke the rules, there should be a punishment." He paused for a moment, looked over at K and rubbed his wispy chin hairs. Then he said, "All right K, for your punishment, you need to take off your top and let everyone see your tits. And you can stay that way until we finish our game."

The guys were definitely ok with this punishment. She had large round breasts and we were all eager to see them. K turned her back to us for a moment so that we could not see her face and then unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Bob was still standing near her as she continued to unlatch her bra and then let that drop to the floor. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them as she faced Bob. Then she sat down and I noted that her nipples looked to be hardening as we watched her.