Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15A

True to her memory, Bernie easily got her off repeatedly before she was begging him to let them change positions, which is how she had come to be draped over the back of the couch watching Dave and Tom play Call of Duty, hooting and shouting at others across the region as they played online, devastating all comers. The unblinking hi resolution eye of the 'Kinetic' camera-- actually a much more expensive unit Samir had piggybacked into the system just for the night's show-- caught it all, Sharon loving the endless screwing of one BZ brother while her other casual lovers played games in the same room. She had dutifully toked off of the blunt being passed around the room, and had even had most of a Mind Eraser through a straw while being thoroughly fucked by the frat's resident 'cocks man.'

When Bernie was finally ready to cut loose, he had paused, yanking her 'tail' free, then had slipped up, pulsing into her loose, welcoming ass before plunging the dildo back, laughing that he was going to 'plug her up' so she'd stay nice and hot for later. After he had padded naked out of the rec room, Dave had told Sharon to go 'touch up' and without thinking she had gone to the bathroom to check her make up, mask still on, and then had collected fresh beer for the brothers before Dave had suggested she sit down between he and Samir.

Between rounds he had laughed to the younger frat member that it wasn't fair that their little Bitch didn't have a joystick to play with, too. Nodding his agreement, both men had stripped off their jeans, after which Sharon had been left playing with them-- not too much, don't distract me, Bitch, Dave had warned-- until Samir had warned them 'last game.' When they had turned the television on , Sharon had been in the semi-dark room with the brothers present through the break for nearly 4 hours. It was 3 AM, and she was flying and still horny, never considering it was even live TV when Samir had switched the screen to G4.

The show in which Sharon had found herself performing had started at 6 PM the next day in Australia, so it was end of the Sexpo crowd-- a packed house-- on hand to enjoy the show she put on, not to mention the tens of thousands of full package subscribers and internet media viewers who watched her wank, then blow Dave live in HD.

"Well, Jess," Sasha had said, looking back as Sharon went on eagerly gobbling at Dave's cock, "She seems to enjoy her work."

"Me, too," Jess Gem answered, running a hand down her skin tight body suit, "I may go back to school after all."

"What do you think, Mr. Rubio, would she make a good Grads Gone Wild girl?" The usually too smooth entrepreneur paused, then shook his head in the negative, eliciting scattered hoots and taunts.

"Well, I don't think she minds... she seems to have found just the right position," Jess tittered, having watched as Samir moved the still sucking white housewife onto one knee on the couch, her forward leg bracing between the couch and coffee table as he slid his bare tool into her with apparent ease.

"And what a position it is," Sasha agreed, and for several seconds the pair, along with all of the assembled crowd, watched Sharon being spit roasted, her body twitching in obvious pleasure.

"Uhm... oh," Sasha saw the stage hand waving frantically, as the image was cut off, "I, uh, I guess we have more nominees."

"As if it's necessary," Jess murmured, still looking at the blank screen, "I think I want to go to summer school." On television, the contestants present in the theater, whose faces had replaced the image of Sharon being thoroughly fucked, nodded in enthusiastic agreement. The crowd chuckled, men across the expansive theater shifting in their seats as the space in their trousers shrank alarmingly.

"Uhm, who else," Jess asked, then giggled, "Oh, that's my line..." The crowd laughed, and the sexual tension that had so quickly pegged in the auditorium eased back. "The next nominee is Alesha Hawkins." The screen behind lit with the grainy footage of an attractive red head blowing the first in a row of men leaning against the edge of a trampoline in a wooded setting. "This sultry single mom-- that's right, guys, a bonafide MILF," Jess giggled, "Is the star of the popular 'Suburban Sprawl' series, one through eleven." The screen cut to show Ms. Hawkins head back, mouth open as she welcomed a doggie style screwing from a ersatz pest control agent.

"Another independent, Ms. Hawkins is with us from her home in New Orleans tonight..." The screen dissolved to show the would be starlet, impeccably made up, wearing a naughty latex number that did nothing to hide her nipples despite the pale tint of her areolae.

"Hey, Jess, Sasha," the woman's voice was a deliciously honeyed drawl, "I can't believe I'm actually talking to you."

"Congratulations on being nominated. You were the most prolific of the nominees tonight, with 32 movies in the last year." The pretty woman nodded and beamed, "Word is we may see you on a major label next year," Sasha asked, "I think it'd be wonderful to bring your Sprawl series out west."

"Well, it may happen," the red head winked, "Though I don't think all my 'friends' out here want me to leave." Jess laughed.

"Well, if they come out to visit and you'll let me, I'll help entertain... that's a yummy exterminator!"

"Oh, darlin', you don't even know," Alesha winked, pressing a hand against the camel toe defined by the latex catsuit, "He can really send a girl over the moon." She smiled mischievously, "Why don't y'all come down and I'll introduce you."

"Mmmm, deal," Jess licked her lips, "We'll see if just how many times the South can really can rise again." Sasha rolled her eyes on cue.

"Well, I'll let y'all get on with it, but tell that Sharon she should bring her sexy self down here, and experience some true Southern hospitality... Course, I'd love it if she brought some of them big 'ol boys she's got to play with."

"Worried about the competition?"

"Sugar, we women are always worried about other hot women... but I think Miss Synn is busy enough she can share, jus' like me." The thin woman stretched languidly, seemingly unconsciously, "And I can always make it up to her... ain't she just delicious to watch," she pointed to the laptop she had to one side, "I'm just starting number four... gotta do my research, right?" The crowd dutifully laughed, and the presenters thanked the pert young woman then bade her good-bye.

"So," Jess said, looking expectantly at Sasha, "Who won?"

"She was supposed to open the envelope," Sasha told the audience, "But I caught her trying to sneak a peek back stage." Jess wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at Sasha, before both women laughed. "I'll open it, you tell everyone, deal?" the self assured young crossover star asked. Her bubbly companion beamed.

"I get to announce that..."

"I haven't opened the envelope yet," Sasha pointed out.

"Well, it'd be a crime if they don't choose Aieee!" The petite blonde squealed as Sasha slapped her rump with a practiced hand. She used black lacquered nails to slice the award envelope open, then handed it to her smaller companion with a flourish. Jess took the envelope,

"And the winner of $5,000, this fancy award," she held up an oversized gold colored dildo that obligingly flopped from side to side from where it was mounted to the wooden base, "Mmmm, where was I?"

"The prizes," Sasha prompted.

"Oh right... This wonderful trophy... use it often girls," she giggled, "A contract with Livid studios, a little fun money..."

"$1500," Sasha nodded, rolling her eyes at the idea it was 'fun money'.

"And of course, an expense paid trip to AVN next year..." Jesse slipped the card out with a clumsy attempt at a flourish, and giggled, then focused on the card, "... Sorry Larry, this year's New Amateur of the year is Missus Sharon Synn!" The crowd cheered as the camera cut back to the rec room in the BZ frat.

Sharon was astraddle Samir, who was grinning broadly as their pet Bitch rode him eagerly. Her head was back, fingers of one hand pinching her pierced nipple as she stabilized herself on his knee with the other, humping up and down as hard and fast as she could. Head back, eyes closed, it was a moment before she realized Dave had cleared his throat-- he wanted her attention. Still riding Samir's cock, she looked to where he was standing beside the television.

"Sharon?" Sasha smiled, "Did we catch you at a bad time?" The crowd laughed.

"Uh, no..." Sharon slowed, but a poke into her ass from Samir's thumb, hidden by her splayed thighs from the television screen, spurred her on.

"Nope, it doesn't look like a bad time at all..." Jesse murmured, pressing a hand against her crotch. Sharon had been blissfully unaware of what was happening. "

"How does it feel..." Sasha started to ask.

"God it's great... Fuck yeah!" Sharon slurred, humping against Samir even harder.

"No... I mean... You know you won?" Sharon frowned, her entire focus on how close she was to getting off, and then she realized she was watching herself again... riding Samir like a wanton slut, face barely concealed by the 'Demoness' mask, too little she thought idly to keep anyone from recognizing her. She came to a stop, fully impaled, ignoring Samir's jab to keep moving. Her eyes moved to Dave, who smiled and held up a card, that read 'say Thank You.'

"I won..." she blinked, trying to remember what they had talked about... some contest with other women... porn stars. "Thank you," she managed, "I didn't... I mean," she stopped herself from saying she had not entered, seeing the angry glare Dave directed her way. He held up another card, above the camera catching her lewd act, and she obediently read. "I want to than the Sexpo and the nominating committee... It was an honor just to be considered, and to have won..." where the card read 'pause' she had almost said the word. Her effort to focus on what she was reading was hampered by the BZ brother still thrust into her sex. At a push from Samir's hands she had resumed rising and falling on his cock. Her need was still there, the promise of a delicious orgasm almost within reach. Dave had switched the big cue card.

"Maybe you two can come visit and I'll show you how we really celebrate home cumming," she blinked, then giggled at the strange spelling, belatedly understanding what she had just said, and pleased that the crowd was still laughing. She arched her back putting on a show automatically, and groaning slightly as she went on reading, "I can't wait for AVN next year, and if you can't, check out my new release-- just in time for Christmas-- or come check me out at Snake Eyes!"

"Damn, she has the right idea," Jesse murmured, eyes glued to Sharon's moving body as she began to lose herself again in the coupling with Samir. Sasha seemed more put out at behavior that clearly would not make it onto the G4 broadcast. Of course, every engineer who could was catching the action for whatever they could include on the 'uncensored' DVD release that was sure to follow. "Is she nominated for anything else tonight?" the blonde star asked hopefully. Sasha looked to the wing, where a producer consulted his chart, then shook his head.

"Fraid not," she cleared her throat, "That's quite a start to the evening's entertainment," she paused, "Something tells me we'll see more of that hottie next year!" The crowd cheered, and Jesse winked at the camera.

"Well, have fun, girl... Don't do anything I wouldn't do... well, with those studs what wouldn't I do?" Sharon had managed a weak smile and a nod, but had begun to get off on Samir's cock, and so could not form the words to say thank you or anything else. The scene cut away as her entire body twitched and spasmed visibly. "I always thought going Greek meant something else," Jesse pouted, "But that looked like enough fun I may have to check about an on line college... do you suppose the BZ Brothers will do off campus visits?" Sasha rolled her eyes.

"I kinda think if the prospect of sex is involved they'll go anywhere, right Larry?" The man who had built an empire convincing coeds to flash the camera just smiled knowingly. The unwritten rule among 'talent scouts' for the adult industry was not so different from the fictional Fight Club... no one wanted to complain about the tactics the others used-- it was a big world, with plenty of new skin for all to profit.

"What's next, or can we take a break... I may need to visit the little girls' room," Jesse's intent was plain to all.

"Not yet, sorry," Sasha answered without meaning it. Part of her wished the annoying woman would let her go on alone. A runner had carried a new nominee card and winner's envelope out to her. She did not need to check the heading, but did, just to be sure, "First we have to announce the winner for the best lesbian ensemble movie." Jesse was obviously distracted, but managed to hold her end of the choreographed banter as the show continued.

Kelly watched the other dancers as they recognized Sharon had, indeed, won $1500 for the 'work' she was doing outside of Go's. Because any of the women working at Go's took turns in the champagne room, all were essentially doing what Sharon had been doing (behind a blur bar, thanks to the You Tube net censors), so none was innocent enough to be shocked at the idea. She could see jealousy in some of the girls' expressions, most notably Glory, who others had pegged as hoping to use Snake Eyes as a Springboard to the bigger dance circuits in Arizona, Nevada, or California.

Fallon patted the older woman's bare shoulder,

"Congrats, Shar.

"Yeah," Naomi was breathless, "What are you going to do with the money?" Her eyes were bright as she considered the various ways she could enjoy a $1500 prize. Sharon blinked, surfacing from the continued memory of the weekend-- The guys had kept her humping her ass throughout the night and well into Saturday afternoon before she had finally crashed for a brief nap on the same couch she had seen her 'Sister' sleeping on when she had arrived. The rest had been brief, because returning students had quickly found her, and the hapless white housewife had found herself 'entertaining' a new and rotating group of frat members, horny after days at home, chafing under the watchful eye of parents.

What would have once upon a time left the blonde coed a ragged wreck seemed barely to touch the need she felt, and Dave was not the only one who had noticed how vocal and frankly aggressive their pet wife had become. Even when they didn't keep her on a steady diet of weed and booze, she was almost a nymphomaniac. At odd times during the action she would snap rigid, breath catching, an occasional moan or whine escaping her throat. He tried not to let on that the behavior worried him when others asked about what had happened to her, assuring them she was just getting in line with being their prize bitch. But he had made a mental note to talk to Shaun about it, as well as some of the brain trust that he and his friend relied on to minimize the inevitable troubles that arose when managing a stable of variously willing young women.

Sharon had passed out taking two and three frat brothers at a time, and had been surprised to wake up later on Monday in her own bed, her skin a maze of dried fluids that betrayed the prior days' activities. She had showered, but had not had time to do anything but call the clinic before Kelly had called about being picked up for their shift at Snake Eyes. Any thought of actually attending classes had long since disappeared.

The ladies had spent the day getting back in sync, laughing that it should not be so hard after so few days away. They had eagerly shared a bit of time in Go's office, before they had headed to the dressing room to 'help the other girls along' as Go described it. The tacit understanding was that the girls were to tell him anything he asked about the others, and they knew that it was a two way street... Just for that reason the girls like Palomino never lasted long.

Sharon never considered that she and Kelly were already some of the club's 'veterans,' but citing the holiday rush, Go had them working 3 weekdays and all of the weekends. And Sharon's 'visitors' had resumed. When she had called the frat after servicing four entirely unsatisfactory resident advisors the Thursday of her return, her one day 'off' from Go's, Dave had pointedly reminded her she was 'helping the system' with finals approaching. She had known better than to argue, even when two more annoyingly eager young men had shown up the next day hours before she was to be on stage at Snake Eyes.

That first weekend 'back' she had asked Go for a session in the champagne room after she and Kelly had finished their last set. The big club owner had leered at her and had nodded, 'Knew it wouldn't be too long before the itch got too bad.' The Sharon of less then a year before would have blushed and beaten a hasty retreat. Without thinking about it, she had instead stepped up, bringing her hand up to tickle Go's big balls through his jeans with her cliqued ceramic nails. 'If I had the itch, I'd ask you to scratch it,' she'd purred, and had been delighted when the bar owner had laughed, leading her back to his office to 'prove it.' Thoroughly fucked, she had been a bit surprised when he had called her out of the dressing room thirty minutes later, pairing her with a muscular young man 'just back from the sandbox' Go had explained.

With the nearby army base, the women were used to 'treating' the young men-- unattached and otherwise-- just back from rotations in the country's carefully ignored little war. Some were spent so quickly the girls felt bad at whatever the men had spent to visit the champagne room, and most made sure the young troopers got what they had paid for with an enthusiastic 'encore.' The occasional soldier treated coupling like another battle, their cock like a primeval club to force the women to submit. When her 'guest' proved to be this more aggressive and selfish partner, though Sharon had not sought the help of the club's bouncers, bucking against him, urging him on even harder and faster, demanding it, cursing the panting vet as he hammered into her. Their rutting had been so violent others nearby had stopped to watch, and when they had collapsed in a moaning heap after a mutual orgasm a bare 4 minutes after he had first pushed inside of her, the others coupling in the bit room had offered an enthusiastic round of applause.

Somehow, that had spurred her on, but her attempt to get the previously almost enraged soldier to give it to her again was unsuccessful... apologizing profusely, the man had beaten a retreat so hasty it had seemed he had been embarrassed, which had left the barely satisfied white housewife puzzled.

She had been more puzzled when Go had handed her a small box the next week before their first set. The club owner had offered no explanation and when she had opened it to find an impressive diamond tennis bracelet she had looked up, her surprise obvious as she stammered a thanks, glancing at Kelly, worried that their boss would offend her lover with so showy a gift and without a companion for the brunette. Go had laughed, 'That isn't from me... first rule, remember? Don't get attached to the help.'

Sharon had stamped her foot at that, 'We're more than just the help and we both know it!' grabbing Kelly's hand, she had thrust the jewelry into it, 'We're also a team, so don't think you can get between us.' Laughing, Go had caught both women by the hair, half dragging them into his office, where he had proceeded to nail each in the cunt and ass, alternating every few strokes, easily getting them close to climax without letting either get off.

'This what you meant?' he had taunted, 'Can't let either of you get off 1st, or the other might pout...' Biting back the need to cum, Sharon had tried to hump back at the big man to get past his self control, but nearly three decades into making a living off of sin, Go easily kept her movements in control and withdrew whenever his control was threatened. When that ploy had failed, Sharon had reluctantly demanded that he finish Kelly first, but the big man had just laughed, leaving them both hanging as he called Phoebe in, finishing off in the Latina's talented mouth.