Train to Rugby

"Congratulations, Dr Angel Harris!"

I must have read that message twenty times since it came in. After four hard years of work, I had finally achieved the PhD I had been working for. So why was I not overjoyed?

Don't get me wrong, I was happy and relieved, but there was a definite tinge of sadness. There was the natural fear of "What comes next?", but I knew in my heart that wasn't it. The sadness was the knowledge that I would have to say goodbye to the side of my life none of my research colleagues knew anything about.

A year into my PhD I was struggling for money and was worried that I would have to drop out and get a proper job. I was walking past a bar on my way home one evening when a flustered young man came out and stopped me. He was the best man on a stag do and the stripper he had booked had just called to say she couldn't come. He offered me £200 cash to fill in for her. I was taken aback to say the least. I've had my share of admirers and must say I've been blessed in the breast department, but I didn't know if he was just desperate, thought I was attractive or thought I looked like the kind of girl who would strip for strangers?

As it turned out, I was the kind of girl who would strip for strangers. £200 would mean I could eat for the next couple of weeks and wasn't to be turned down out of hand. Not quite believing what I was saying, I agreed as long as I got half the cash upfront. We agreed on a playlist and he snuck me in to the bar toilets for me to prepare myself and wait for the first tune.

Looking in the mirror, I managed to cobble together a sexy librarian look from what I was wearing and had on me. When I heard the first bars of the first tune we had chosen, I stepped out as confidently as I could and did my best to put on a show.

It turned out, I really liked it. I mean I REALLY liked it. Having the full attention of a group of men, hanging on my every movement was such a turn on. I didn't know how far I had planned to go, but their attention and admiration was like a drug, as soon as I noticed it I needed more and ended up stripping naked and then continuing to dance and pose for another two songs, enjoying their eyes on me as I teased them and showed myself off to them.

Apparently, I was quite good at it as well. Once I had finished and got dressed again, the best man gave me the other £100 plus another £150 he'd been given in tips for me. £350 for less than an hour's work, I couldn't believe it. Thanking him I left the stag do to continue however it was going to and went home.

I was still buzzing when I got home. Sitting in an armchair I hooked one leg over an arm and my hand went straight into my knickers. I couldn't remember ever being as wet as I was at that moment. Coating my fingers with my juices, I rubbed my clitoris to the strongest orgasm I had experienced for months.

As long as I was careful, I couldn't see a downside to this, a much needed way of bolstering my income with the added bonus of being a real turn on. I decided there and then to become a part-time stripper. Luckily, my first name was already suitable for a stripper, and so Angel Lipz was born. I found a couple of directories on the internet and signed myself up and waited. I soon received several enquiries and slowly built up a set of outfits as people asked for new things.

From that point, I supported myself and my studies through stripping. My new side hustle had the unexpected benefit of encouraging my wild side. Depending on the venue and as I got better at getting a feeling of the people in the room I did get into some interesting situations. It started off with the occasional blow job but soon progressed as I got more comfortable. There are several grooms out there where I was their last taste of freedom, there's a couple where the best man was invited too!

As my reputation spread, another stripper, Lola, reached out and we did some jobs together that ended up being wild nights. The wildest situation I can remember is sucking off the father of the bride, the father of the groom and the best man while the groom was fucking me doggy-style. But all that was going to have to come to an end now, if I had been caught, I could have justified it as needing the money, but now I had my PhD and the offer of a well paid research job in Scotland, the risk was too much now. My only real regret is that I never tried pulling a train. The opportunities were there but I either didn't have the confidence or there was someone I had doubts about so I never went through with it, and now I never would. I couldn't tell you why, but the thought of man after man using my tight pussy for their pleasure just felt like the ultimate experience.

While I was mulling this over and regretting some of the missed opportunities, an email came in to my Angel Lipz account. The captain of Old Bastian's Rugby Club wanted to book me for their end of season dinner in a couple of weeks time. I did have a bit of a thing for rugby players, something about how they carried themselves and just their general ruggedness. Every year I would watch the six nations matches and, if I was on my own, my knickers would end up round my ankles, my fingers knuckle deep in my pussy as I fantasised about being in the showers with the players after the game.

It felt like the stars were aligning, I was due to move up to Scotland a few days after the dinner, maybe this was the chance for a final hurrah, a way to draw the line under this chapter of my life with a bang (well, several bangs!). With my stomach fluttering with nervous excitement, I called the mobile he had provided.

"Hello," a voice answered after a couple of rings.

"Hi, is this Rob?" I asked.

"It is, how can I help?" Rob replied.

"It's Angel Lipz," I began, "You were interested in booking me for the 21st?"

"Ah, yes," came his response, "Thanks for getting back so quickly. You were recommended by Chris Jones. He said you may be able to offer some, shall we say, added extras?" I remembered Chris, he was the best man on a stag do where the groom wanted a final fling. Unfortunately, the amount he had drunk left him unable to perform, so Chris, like any good best man, stepped in to perform the groom's duties and made sure I left satisfied.

"It's a possibility, given the right circumstances," I offered non-commitedly, I needed to make sure my conditions were met and I felt protected.

"I know about the no phones rule. That won't be a problem," Rob reassured me, in this digital age I had to make sure nothing was going to turn up in the future, "Maybe if I give you more information. Our player of the season this year is a lovely young lad, he's broken into the first team this year and has taken to it like a duck to water. He's eighteen and we're fairly sure he is still a virgin, or at least not very experienced. We were hoping you might be able to help him with that."

"That sounds like it could work," I replied, "As long as you understand there's no refund if he runs or is too shy to do anything."

"Would it be acceptable if I stood in for him if the need arose?" negotiated Rob, "We wouldn't want the money to be wasted or for you to feel undervalued."

"That would be acceptable," I accepted, the conversation reaching the point where I would either have to go all in or leave my fantasy as just that. With a deep breath, my heart pounding, I continued, "I do have a further request."

"Go on," Rob sounded intrigued.

"For personal reasons, this will be my last stripping gig," I started, nervous to verbalise my fantasy, "So, I would like to go out on a high. Would you have any objection to me pulling a train?" I was suddenly tense, as if speaking the words made me vulnerable to everyone's judgement. Rob was silent on the other end of the phone for what felt like minutes.

"I wasn't expecting that," he eventually said, "Wow! As long as you know what you are doing and you understand that you might be opening Pandora's box, I have no objections." With those four words, my nervous excitement went into overdrive, there was actually a possibility of this happening. We agreed a price and to talk in a few days to iron out the details.

As soon as I hung up the phone, my pussy was throbbing in anticipation and I knew I would have to see to it before I could get anything done. I practically ran to my bedroom and stripped off. Lying naked on my bed, I teased myself, rubbing my hands over my breasts and playing with my nipples. As I imagined a queue of men in front of me, stiff cocks standing to attention in front of them, one hand automatically slipped down to my groin. I let out a sigh as my fingers brushed my clitoris, engorged with my arousal it emerged from the folds of my lips.

I rubbed it slowly but firmly, my hips gyrating in time with my hand. It wasn't enough though, my other hand left the nipple it had been gently twisting and parted my labia, rubbing my tight entrance before pushing two fingers inside me. I was so wet, my fingers were easily as far into me as they could be. I groaned in enjoyment as I fingered and rubbed myself, but no matter what I did, how hard and how fast, it wasn't enough.

Frustrated, I rolled over to feel around in the drawer of my bedside table, returning with a six inch dildo. Without any ceremony, I rammed the substitute cock into my tight pussy as hard as I could, moaning loudly as it stretched my wet channel. Closing my eyes as I drove it in and out of my slick slit, I imagined man after man fucking me with me moaning wantonly. This was what I wanted, this was what I needed. As I imagined another load of cum being pumped into me, I orgasmed and orgasmed hard, leaving myself sweaty and panting on my bed. If this was what the imagined encounter was like, what would the real thing be?

Thankfully the 21st soon came round. Rob only wanted me there around 9 that evening so I had a leisurely day to get ready. I decided to go fully shaved, I love the heightened sensations of a bald pussy and that night seemed like a night to experience every sensation fully. Rob had decided to go for the police woman outfit so at around 7:30 I got dressed up ready.

As I gave my outfit a final check in the mirror and had to admit I looked hot, a white blouse a size too small for me, unbottoned from the top so the tops of my black lace bra were showing, while a short police jacket, done up just below by breasts, pushing them together into a deep cleavage completed the top. The bottom half was a tight short black skirt that barely covered my arse, leaving a band of white thigh above the tops of my stockings. A tiny black lace thong hid under my skirt, whilst two inch black heels were completely impractical for a police woman but made my legs look fantastic. A cute little police peaked cap, handcuffs and a small truncheon completed the outfit.

Throwing a long coat over my outfit, I got in my car and drove to the rugby club. As I pulled into the car park I could see a lively meal going on and the reality of what I was letting myself in for hit me. Rob had assured me that they were a good group and if anyone got out of hand, the rest of the team would deal with them and I would be safe, but it was only natural to be nervous. I got out of the car and went into the clubhouse and waited outside the door, hearing Rob talking I waited for my cue. As soon as I heard it I removed my coat and opened the door.

All eyes in the room turned to me and the talking stopped. Reminding myself I had a job to do first, I strode confidently to the middle of the room, savouring the silence and feeling every pair of eyes in the room watching my every movement, this was the drug I did this for.

"I'm looking for Anthony Copse," I announced to the room in my most formal voice.

"Copsey," the cry went up from the room and a young looking, blonde man raised his hand and blushed.

"Anthony Copse, I am arresting you for theft due to the amount of opposition ball you have taken this year, actual bodily harm for the number of tackles you have put in and gross stupidity for the number of passes you have dropped. I must warn you that many things will be taken down."

I walked over to him, held his arm and made him stand. The rest of the room was hollering and chanting his name as I led him to the chair Rob had positioned in the centre. Making him sit, I handcuffed his hands to the chair behind his back.

"Due to a lack of space at the police station, I will have to perform your interrogation here, I advise you not to resist." I placed my truncheon in front of Rob which was his signal to start my music. The first beats dropped to cheers from the rest of the room.

Facing Anthony, I swayed my hips in time with the music before turning my back to him. Continuing to sway, I undid my jacket and slowly eased it off my shoulders. I bent over to put it on the floor, allowing my skirt to ride up, giving Anthony a clear view of my thong barely covering my bald pussy.

I straightened up and turned to face him again. I gave him my sexiest smile as I slowly undid the buttons of my blouse, before letting fall loose and open. Stepping towards Anthony, I placed my hands on the back of his chair and leant towards him, giving him a close up view of my breasts, fighting to be released from the constraints of my bra. From the look on his face and the pace of his breathing already, I realised I had to play it carefully with Anthony, I wanted him ready, almost desperate for me, but I didn't want him cumming in his pants.

Giving him a short respite, I strutted around the room, enjoying the thrill of having all the pairs of eyes watching my every move. I took the opportunity to take in some of the spectators, wondering which of them would be too noble or whatever and which of them I'd be feeling inside my pussy later.

Deciding that he had had enough of a break, I started walking back towards Anthony in the centre of the room, letting my blouse slip from my shoulders as I went, to a chorus of wolf whistles from the horny crowd. I have always struggled to make removing my skirt sexy. Having it on and being able to show and hide what's underneath is sexy, and having it off and showing my underwear (or lack of it) is sexy, but the bit inbetween, I've never been sure how to do it. I have settled on having a simple fastener so as I walk around the room I can, almost unseen, undo my skirt and let it fall to the floor. That is what I did, so by the time I reached Anthony, I was just in my bra, thong and stockings.

I straddled the young man, thrusting my lace clad breasts into his face as I ground my hot pussy against the mound in his trousers. I didn't care how much of my juices my thong soaked up and how much of a mess of his trousers I was making, there was going to be more of a mess later, I just knew I was horny as fuck and desperate for more stimulation. Sensing him starting to lose control, I left the poor lad hanging once again.

I turned away from him, I undid my bra and let it fall, but kept my arms covering my now naked breasts, to good natured cat calls from the audience. Keeping them covered I walked, hips swaying until I was stood behind him. Loud cheers erupted as I dropped my arms, giving everyone except Anthony a full view of my exposed chest. With their D-cup curves, large nipples and deep pink aerolea, I have received plenty of compliments over the years and love to show them off. I leant forward, using the chair to support myself and allowed by breasts to rub the back of Anthony's head, his hair gently stimulating my nipples.

I decided the boy had been tortured enough and straightened up and danced slowly until I was standing in front of him. His eyes were almost on stalks as I swayed my hips, licking my lips and massaging my chest. The pure lust in his eyes told me I had him and I would soon be riding his hard cock and feeling his hot cum inside me. I had to remind myself where I was to stop myself from finding my clitoris and bringing on the orgasm I was craving.

I needed to get things moving, but first I had to give them what they had paid for. Turning away from Anthony, I bent at the waist once more before reaching back for where the thin lace of my thong rested on my hips. Knowing I had everyone's undivided attention, I slowly eased the lace over my arse cheeks and down my thighs, finally showing my bald pussy to the room. I could imagine it engorged and deep pink with arousal, open and glistening, in short, ready.

Naked, I sauntered over to where Rob was sitting. Leaning over the table to give those in front and behind a good view, I retrieved my truncheon. I rubbed the wood up and down my cleavage, licking the top as it reached my mouth before turning round, leaning on the table and repeating the action. I returned to the middle of the room, facing Anthony. I started tit fucking the truncheon again, sucking seductively on the top inch. As the noise in the room died down, I pulled the truncheon down over my stomach and pushed it between my legs, not to penetrate, just to split my labia and coat the wooden tool with my lubrication. I gasped dramatically as the cold truncheon rubbed my clitoris and lips. Looking Anthony in the eye, I brought the glistening truncheon up to my mouth and slowly licked my juices off it, smiling at the taste.

If he had been excited earlier, Anthony was positively electrified now. His eyes were like saucers as I approached him, now fully naked. Once more I straddled him, dropping the truncheon behind him, pleased to feel he was still hard and I hadn't misjudged things. I reluctantly pulled my chest away as he tried to get my nipples in his mouth, it wasn't time for that yet, but I admired the confidence. I probably moaned excessively as I ground against his groin, but I wanted to make sure he was full of confidence for when the moment arrived. Strip show over, it was time for the main event. Standing to everyone's applause, I smiled and waited for the clapping and cheering to die down.

"Things are about to get wilder and hotter," I announced to the room. "I understand that that won't be for everyone, so I will not be offended if you leave. If you stay, you do so of your own volition, but understand all phones will be taken off you and put behind the bar and the doors will be locked until we have finished." About a third of the people left, mainly the older men, but it still left a significant number of horny rugby players, to my delight.

"Are you OK to continue?" I asked Anthony as Rob collected everyone's phones.

"Absolutely," he replied eagerly.

"Right," I announced to the room again, "Anthony will receive his prize as player of the season first and then Rob will take his privilege as captain. After that, if becomes a bit of a free for all. All I ask is that you respect me and each other and we will all have a memorable night."

As the applause died down, I moved to stand in front of Anthony. The poor guy was trying to look confident, but I'm not sure he'd seen a naked woman up close before and certainly hadn't experienced what he was about to experience. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, he was initially stiff and motionless, unsure what to do, but as the kiss progressed he relaxed and kissed me back.

Now I had him in a more relaxed state, I stepped backwards and ran my hands down his chest. You could hear a pin drop as everyone watched me undo his belt and trousers and wrestle his hard cock into the open. He looked like a deer in the headlights as I gently stroked his length, he was a decent length but not as thick as I would have liked, but I suspected I was going to be seeing all kinds of sizes tonight.

Bending at the waist and parting my legs slightly, I gave those behind me a clear view of my open, wet lips as I put my hands on the seat of Anthony's chair and lowered my mouth onto his stiff member. Remembering his age and inexperience, I took my time gently sucking on him while raising and lowering my head slowly. There was a collective, excited murmur around the room as the realisation hit that I was serious about what I had said. I didn't care what they were saying, all I was concentrating on was Anthony and his cock. I paid close attention to his breathing, adjusting my pace and suction as I heard his breathing quicken and slow down. I was determined to give him a good experience as well as making him my first fuck of the night.

Finally the point in the evening came where I couldn't put it off any longer. Excited, but suddenly nervous, I straightened up and straddled Anthony. I smiled at him as I took hold of his cock and held him straight. Her returned my smile nervously, his eyes widening as I impaled myself, lowering my tight pussy onto his erect penis. Once I had him fully inside me, I moved my hands to the back of the chair behind him allowing me to raise myself up and down his pole easily. I moaned loudly as I rode him, loving the feeling of finally being stretched by his hardness. I do admit, I exaggerated the moaning, partly because I wanted to encourage Anthony, but mainly because I wanted to get the rest of the room fired up and ready to satisfy me.

I tried to take it at a steady pace, but with the situation, the build up and his lack of experience, it was clear Anthony wasn't going to last long. As his breathing became more rapid, I pushed myself down harder onto him, head back, giving everyone a good show. As expected, this was more than Anthony could take and I felt his cock twitch its thick load into my waiting pussy, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he revelled in the experience.

While the sex didn't last long, Anthony did deposit and impressive amount of cum in my pussy, but did leave me hanging on the edge of orgasm. I hoped Rob would be able to put that right. I gave Anthony a kiss on the cheek as I climbed off him, his penis not quite in as impressive state as it had been. I went behind him and undid the handcuffs - I had learnt from experience to use a pair that could be undone by pressing in the right place, crawling around naked on the floor, looking for a small key is not the sexiest way to finish a performance! I encouraged his team mates to give Anthony a round of applause as he adjusted himself and returned to his seat, before adjusting the chair so the back was facing Rob.

"So, captain Rob," I purred, leaning forward with my hands on the seat of the chair, "Are you ready to claim your captain's privilege?"

A cheer went up as Rob, followed by the chant of "Rob, Rob, Rob" as he made his way behind me. I sensed a change in the room and assumed that he was behind me and was getting his cock out ready. I felt my body tense in anticipation as I felt a hand on my hip, soon followed by a familiar pressure at the entrance to my pussy. I groaned in ecstasy as he pushed his stiff member into me, he was slightly longer than Anthony and I gasped as he bottomed out stretching parts that hadn't been stretched tonight.

Rob started fucking me with slow firm strokes, almost fully withdrawing his penis from my tight vagina before sliding the full length inside me once again. It felt wonderful and if this was a leisurely fuck between lovers would have been perfect, but I was on a mission to be serviced by all the cocks I could, at this pace it could take a week.

"Come on captain," I teased sexily, "Show your men how to really fuck a girl."

He didn't need telling twice, gripping my hips harder, his pace doubled immediately, slamming his cock deep into me. I screamed my yes's in encouragement and enjoyment as he finally pushed me into my first orgasm of the night. His strong hands held me steady as he continued to thrust into my pulsating pussy.

It was a shame I was moving away because this man knew how to fuck and had some stamina. He kept up a punishing pace, his balls slapping noisily against me every time he drove himself inside. Like all good things though, it had to come to an end and with a final thrust I felt a second load of cum being deposited within me.

After he had finished filling me with his sperm, I felt Rob withdraw and saw him return to his seat. This was the moment of truth, I thought to myself as I stood there, bent over, willing and waiting. I could feel Anthony's and Rob's creamy liquid running slowly out of me and down my legs.

"Come on boys," I enticed them, "Don't be shy."

After what was probably only a few seconds, but felt like several minutes, I heard the scrape of a chair. Moments later, I was grabbed roughly by the hips and my third cock of the night was unceremoniously shoved into my pussy. It felt impersonal for the first time, but that was what I wanted, just to be used for their pleasure. The knowledge that is was actually happening triggered another orgasm in me as this stranger pushed his sausage-like cock into my sex.

I moaned in genuine pleasure as I imagined the room full of horny men, all watching me, cocks in their hands ready for their turn. The stranger seemed to be nearing his limit as his breathing and movements became less controlled. To my surprise, he suddenly withdrew fully, but I soon received an explanation as hot ropes of cum hit my back and arse cheeks.

That seemed to fully break the ice as number four wasted no time in stepping up and sliding into my waiting hole. He probably had the smallest cock so far, but what he lacked in substance, he more than made up with in style. I don't know if he was shorter than the others or not, but his penis was entering me at a different angle and stimulating all the nerves at the top of my channel.

As I opened my mouth to encourage the new participant, any sound I made was suddenly muffled as another thick cock was shoved into my mouth. Having to concentrate as the owners of the two cocks were moving at different paces, I sucked on the one in my mouth, wrapping my lips tight around it, my tongue pressing against it is it moved in and out of my mouth.

The cock fucking my pussy soon released its load and was quickly replaced by another thicker one. The vibrations of my moaning around the hard penis in my mouth proved to be too much for its owner and it ejaculated a thick stream to the back of my throat. Despite my best efforts, a small trickle of cum appeared at the side of my mouth and ran down my chin.

Before I had time to recover fully, another cock was in my mouth, this one content for the moment to hold my head as the thrusting from behind me pushed my mouth along its length. As I felt another load of cum being jettisoned onto my back before another cock entered my throbbing pussy, the owner of the dick in my mouth started gently thrusting it further down my throat. Just as I thought I might choke on it, his breathing because ragged and he quickly pulled out of me. His cock erupted, spraying cum onto my cheek and chin as the overwhelming stimulation pushed me into another climax.

There was no shyness or shortage of cocks now. As soon as one was finished with my pussy or my mouth, another hard, thick, meaty pole was there to take its place. I was in heaven.

Suddenly my next cock surprised me with a different approach to everyone else. Rather than plunging straight in with his hard dick, I felt his fingers inside my vagina first. I'm not usually averse to a good fingering, but tonight was about cocks and cumming, so I hoped he wasn't going to spend too long on this. Thankfully, he soon removed his fingers, but rather than replace them with a hard penis, he started rubbing my arse with the combination of my juices and the various loads I had received, paying particularly attention to the cleft of my cheeks.

I tensed up as I realised he was trying to get my arsehole ready for him. I didn't want that tonight as one would likely become ten and I didn't think my ring could take it as I have never been seriously into anal. I reached behind and tried to push him away, hoping he would get the message. To my horror, he pulled my hand away and tried to press on regardless. Some of the others must have seen what I was trying to do as there was the sound of a kerfuffle behind me with raised voices as the anally fixated one seemed to be taken to one side.

My arms were getting tired from supporting me and my jaw was aching from the slightly strange angle I was giving head at, so I took the opportunity of the distraction to change position. I moved over to one of the tables and moved swept everything to one side. Putting a couple of chairs in front of it, I climbed onto the table and lay down, legs open, one foot on each chair. For erotic effect, I scooped some of the mixed sperm leaking from my pussy using two fingers and brought it to my mouth, slowly sucking my fingers clean.

As it became clear that the evening wasn't coming to an end just yet, one of the older players stood between my legs and pulled me onto his stiff meat. I came immediately as he was definitely the thickest cock so far, not as long as some, but he was stretching my entrance in such a delicious way my body responded the only way it knew how. He continued to pound away at my pussy, to the extent I was worried he was going to ruin me for everyone else. However, his stamina wasn't up to as much as he thought and he was soon groaning as his dick jerked another load into me.

He was replaced by another and then another as cock after cock in all shapes and sizes plundered my depths, some shooting their load into my wet channel, others sending their thick cream over my stomach and shaved pussy. I lay there in blissful ecstasy, moaning wantonly as orgasm after orgasm flowed through me, this was exactly what I hoped it would be.

A rope of cum hitting my breast from the side woke me slightly from my reverie. Opening my eyes, I saw Anthony, his cock in his hand as it weakly jerked out the last dribbles of his orgasm. As I smiled at him, another rope hit me from the other side and Anthony was replaced by another player furiously wanking his own cock. I lay there again, feeling like a satisfied slut as load after load of spunk hit me or entered me.

Eventually, the number of willing and able cocks dwindled to zero and I was left, panting on the table. Cum seeped out of my well satisfied pussy and covered my slim body, my breasts especially sticky with the thick white liquid I had been yearning. I lost count of the number of orgasms I'd had, how many cocks had fucked me, how many loads of cum had been shot.

"Gentlemen," announced Rob, "Can you please show your appreciation to Miss Angel Lipz for a truly legendary end to this year's dinner." I did my best to acknowledge their cheers and applause.

"Thank you," I said as loud as I could once the noise had died down, "I can certainly say you have made an Angel very happy tonight!"

"Are you OK?" asked Rob as everyone else filed out the room, "Can I get you anything?"

"I'm wonderful, thanks," I replied, "But I could do with a clean towel and a large Bacardi and coke."

He went away for a few minutes and gave me a chance to reflect on what had just happened. The experience has surpassed anything I had imagined but I didn't think I'd be looking to repeat it, it was a good way of signing off this part of my life.

"So, did we live up to your expectations?" Rob asked as he returned with my towel and drink.

"Your boys did you proud," I answered, cleaning myself with the towel before taking a big sip of my drink, "It was everything I was looking for and more."

"Good to hear," Rob smiled, "Tonight, and you in particular, are going to go down in club folklore!"

I finished my drink and put my coat on, not being bothered to put the rest of my clothes back on. I gathered everything up, thanked Rob and headed out to my car. The events of the evening caught up with me as the adrenaline faded when I got home and I just crawled naked into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning I packed up all my outfits, the tenderness of my pussy making me smile as it triggered flashbacks to last night. I wasn't going to throw any of the outfits out, you never knew you might meet in the future.