The Club Ch. 04

Author's note: another tribute to Nikki, and her varying incarnations in my writing. She is...the sexual goddess of my inspiration, and as such this story is dedicated to her.

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Nikki was innocent. I would have to stress that "was" would be the operative word in that sentence. Her induction was....well, less extreme than Cindy's had been. That doesn't say much, does it? Cindy had been tied down, gagged, teased without remorse -- only to beg for an orgasm she couldn't have without permission. Nikki, on the other hand, came to be a member by being tempted into caving to her own desires. That doesn't say much either, does it? Read on, and you'll understand.

If Jess was the leader, lusting for control over the sexuality of others, then Nikki was the enabler. The one who harvested desire from stimulating the respective lusts of those around her. That isn't to say she didn't have her own lusts, tastes, and fantasies... Rather, it is to stress that her greatest aphrodisiac seemed to be inspiring lust in those around her and, whenever possible, elevating lust to the blissful state of orgasm.

Do I need to describe her, or could I assume my readers know Nikki already? Hmm. Well, Nikki was about 5'4 with brunette hair just over shoulder length. Her body was in relatively good shape -- not overly muscular but certainly not overweight. Her eyes were piercing, and her smile nearly always flirtatious. Her legs seemed to go on forever, despite her height. Her ass was tempting, with a generous curve to it that seemed to beg to spanked. And her breasts... Such D-cups that would make a man beg for the privilege of drooling with desire.

Well, the night in question was, as almost all nights involving the Club seemed to be, Jess's idea. Nikki and I had fooled around enough for me to know some of her desires, but it seems she disclosed her exhibitionist desires more bluntly to Jess. More specifically, a want to offer...a show, as it were. To be watched by many of both genders, and to, perhaps, even fulfill their needs. So Jess had me take her out to the movies. Does the movie itself matter? Jess sat out, feeling it would be more enjoyable to have a male untangle Nikki's desires.

Nikki wore a simple pale blue summer dress, surprising in its simplicity and cuteness for her. The movie theater was almost empty when the movie began, only a handful of people in the theater. Only two rows in front of us was a small group of guys, maybe 18ish, that were already stealing a few glances at her. And as they glanced, and the corners of her lips lifted, I knew she could tell. She loved being the center of attention. I can't understand why I felt so surprised when Jess told me she had such strong exhibitionist tendencies. And imagining what was about to happen, my cock sprang up slightly in the confines of my jeans. Painful, but joyous.

As the movie started and attention turned to the screen, my hand moved from resting on her shoulder to her breast. She jerked, slightly startled, but didn't say a word or move to stop me. Her eyes were certainly no longer focused on the screen. They had that dark, alluring quality they had when she was letting her lusts take control. I pulled her close for a deep kiss, and as our lips met and our tongues danced I pushed up the fabric of her dress. She shuttered again...was it fear, desire, or both? As our lips separated, I abandoned all pretense. I began lifting the dress over her head. Her eyes seemed stuck between desire and panic, so I leaned over and whispered in her ear...

"Nikki -- I want to watch you. So we're going to take off your clothes and have you play with yourself. Stand up, strip, and then sit down and play with yourself for me..."

Her eyes were still enlarged with fear, but her hand moved to my crotch. As she softly ran her hand along the length of my engorged member, they seemed to relax and withdraw some of the panic. She stood wordlessly, and reached behind her back. She was wearing a sexy little matching set, a black lace demi bra with a matching thong. The bra came off first, and she laid it to the side carelessly. As she bent over and slid her thong down her luscious legs, her eyes glanced into my own and she seemed pleased to find they were glued to her flawless breasts. The thong was gone too.

She was almost entirely shaved, with the lightest wisp of hair acting as bush. She sat down nervously but proudly, and went to work. One hand found its way to her breasts, roughly squeezing and caressing. The other traveled to her pussy, fingering slowly at first. The aroma, the sight, and even the very sound made it abundantly clear how wet she was already. Two fingers entered her, and one remained to tease her clit with expert ease. A deep, throaty moan escaped her, and I glanced to the boys two rows away...except they weren't two rows away. While Nikki's eyes were closed and my eyes were glued on her, they had casually walked nearer. They stood, only a few feet away. Each had his cock in his hands, stroking in time with her fingers entering herself.

"I'm close...I'm so close...." Nikki spoke with lust, lost in her nearing orgasm.

And as she almost came, one of the boys stepped forward. He gave a deep, guttural grunt as he came. The first strand of thick cum landed, stretching a line from Nikki's forehead to her cheek. Her eyes flashed open, and looked shocked as another rope of cum landed on her exposed breasts. While one hand, the one on her overwhelming breasts, froze -- the other continued its work. If anything, it sped up as she slipped a third finger into her pussy. Her eyes grew large as the other three boys stepped forward, and showered her face and breasts in cum. And as the last strands of cum landed on her body, her eyes rolled back in her head as she came loudly. Her moans, so deep and rich, filled the theater. The only other guests in this theater were a couple, near the front row. The sounds had earned their attention -- as they gazed to the show in the back of the theater.

The boys glanced about, uncomfortable for a moment. Some awkwardly murmured appreciation was offered, and they shuffled away quickly. Nikki, despite her initial fears, seem to have risen to her role as a sexual goddess easily enough. She was collecting the thick strands of cum from her breasts and licking them off her fingers. And in all this time, as I watched her experience what she would later recall as her best orgasm up to that point...I had yet to even attempt to fumble towards orgasm. After she gathered and devoured the quantities of cum that had covered her body, she put her clothes back on and we left the theater...

And as we left, I couldn't stop thinking about what I would do to her when we were alone...but...the couple seemed to be following us...