The club was hard to find and even harder to join. Perseverance paid off though, and I was finally invited to visit. Moving through the dimly lit main room I was in heaven. As I had thought; this was a place ideally suited to my peculiar tastes. Standing just inside the entrance, where I had been subject to intense scrutiny by security, I saw a long bar down the right hand wall. There were small tables scattered around the mostly open floor. Along the left hand wall were a series of low couches, each with a small cushioned bench in front of it. That half of the back wall gave way to a VIP area roughly one third the size of the main area. The right half of the wall held several doors. The main area was dominated by three stages. The central one was a long runway reaching about halfway to the front wall. The others were round and unconnected to the walls. Each stage had several poles reaching to the ceiling and was surrounded by many chairs affording a close view of those on stage.

       The room was filled to about half capacity by men. Each was dressed in the attire provided by the club. Part of the security precautions was that everyone entering the club was required to change into a simple jumpsuit. The only way to differentiate between staff and patrons was that staff jumpsuits bore nametags on the right breast, and the word ‘staff’ emblazoned across the back. Finally there was the reason we were all here, the reason for the clubs existence and the reason for the intense security and stringent membership ordeal. The girls.

       Just as at a more ordinary strip club the girls gyrated on stage in various stages of undress. Between their turns on stage each girl circulated among the patrons soliciting private dances, at tables or the couches along the far wall or even a visit to the ‘VIP’ lounge… The first unusual aspect was that none of the men were tipping, nor were they expected to. The cost of membership covered everything that happened here. The other difference, and the one which made this club my own idea of heaven, was that I had been reliably informed that all the girls were available for sex. The Club owned the girls and they were all expected to service the members in whatever way we requested. The girls wore costumes that were designed to accommodate all the typical fantasies. Schoolgirl costumes were common; Cheerleader outfits and frilly dresses were dotted here and there. I saw Nurses, and Cops, lots of Lingerie. Even a couple of ‘Mom’ outfits for guys who were into that kind of thing.

       As I moved through the crowd I saw a tableau that would have had an ordinary club call in the riot police. Men groped the girls on stage, running their hands over whatever bit of flesh was nearest. At the tables many of the patrons kissed girls sitting on their laps, as they fondled breasts and buttocks. Several of the girls at the far wall bobbed their heads earnestly between their patron’s legs.

       I made my way to a seat at one of the side stages, and began to assess the standards of the club. I was confident that I would make no accidental mistake to get me banned, both because I had been fully briefed of the club by-laws and because there were really very few offences I could commit under those rules. Patrons were simply forbidden from poaching a girl’s attention while she was engaged with another, and we could not go up onto any of the stages; the rest was simply enforcing politeness to other patrons. The rhythm of the club seemed to be that two girls at a time would be announced for each stage. They would dance and receive the audience’s attentions for two or three songs. The dances were standard strip club fare; topless writhing across the stage, interspersed with flying spins around the poles. Usually by the time a girl had danced to her third song she had chosen a patron to join on the floor. It seemed that although there was no sanction for whatever behavior a patron wanted to exhibit, a protocol of topless dances and heavy petting/make out sessions were conducted at the individual tables, fully nude dances and oral sex were the rule at the couches, and the VIP area was reserved for actual intercourse.

       After several songs merely enjoying the spectacle of nubile young flesh on display before me, I saw a girl that caught my full attention. She had black hair with bangs in the front and two pony tails at the back corners held up by large blue ribbons. She wore sneakers and white knee socks, a short pleated skirt, a white button shirt tied to expose her flat midriff and a school jacket. She carried a small book bag to complete the costume. As she exposed her small breasts to the beat of a song that I didn’t particularly like, I caught her eye and she came to kneel at my area of the stage. Leaving her blouse hanging open she spread her knees revealing her panties, which actually had little cartoon kittens printed on them! She writhed pleasantly for a while turning to kneel facing away from me presenting her ass for my perusal. She only left my immediate presence to spin around one of the poles, slowly sliding down as she splayed her legs wide in the air. I ran my hand up her thigh and poked at her panties and she held my hand there with her own. She then rubbed her breasts across my upturned face. When she finished her second song on stage she dressed, came down, and draped her arms across my chest while standing behind me.

       “What would you like, sir?” She asked. I could see she was barely over five feet tall and had a collar tag which read ‘18’.

       “Call me ‘daddy’.” I replied. I stood up and led her to an empty couch and had her sit next to me.

       “mmm, what would you like, daddy?” she whispered. I placed her hand on my leg. “We’ll wait for a song I like…”

       I indicated her collar. “So, you’re girl number eighteen?”

       “Oh, no daddy, my name is Marisa, our collars tell our true ages. I’m eighteen for another two months. I’ve only been here for about six months. They tell me I’ll get a new collar on my birthday.”

       “So, I’m about to fuck an eighteen year old girl who won’t even protest?”

       “You tell me, daddy. You can do whatever you want to me, but I’ll put up a fight if you want.”

       “No… no fighting tonight. This song is good enough, strip down to your shoes and dance for daddy!” I ordered the little slave girl.

       Marisa rose and slowly swung her hips in time to the song as she removed her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt. Leaving the shirt to hang loose over her braless tits, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Hooking her thumbs in her panties she leaned back on the bench and whipped them down her legs, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of black pussy hair. She then rose to her knees and quickly thrust her chest toward me as she pulled the shirt the rest of the way off. She settled into the slow rhythm of the song while I lazily ran my hands across her body, from her tits to her legs. Then I turned her around and cupped her ass cheeks in my palms. I kneaded her buttocks while she thrust her hips to the music. As the song ended I spread her ass and gazed at her pussy and her little anal bud. I pressed my face forward into the girls muff and began to lick at her pussy lips.

       “Oh, daddy! Yes! Eat my pussy!” she moaned.

       The words interspersed between licks I asked “Are you daddy’s good little whore? Are you going to come for daddy?”

       “Yes, daddy! Make me come! Lick your little whore’s cunt!” She began to press herself back into my greedy mouth.

       I don’t know if she really came, nor do I care but she made a good show of it. After I had licked her cunt for a while I stood and moved toward the VIP area. She gathered her clothing and dutifully followed.

       The VIP area consisted of small areas blocked from each other by temporary walls of the kind used to create office cubicles. A small table and single large chair occupied each area, with a small light above to let you know which were occupied. We found an empty one and I grabbed the teenager by the back of her neck and forced her to kneel backwards in the chair.

       “I’m going to rape you in the ass. I want you to protest, but do not resist!” I ordered.

       “Oh, daddy! No, please don’t fuck my ass, anything but that.” She immediately got into the role as she craned her neck to look back at me as I released my quickly hardening dick from my jumpsuit. I spat on her anus and rubbed some on my dick as lube. I then crouched behind the weakly protesting girl and pressed the tip to her little rose bud. Giving her a moment to relax, I shoved forward until the head was inside her sphincter. I grabbed her by the hips and slowly slid forward until my cock was completely inside her.

       “Please daddy, not in the asshole! I don’t like to get fucked in the ass…” I sawed forward into her stretched anus and buggered her relentlessly. I pulled her arms behind her back and tied them together with her own panties. I then went back to sodomizing the little girl, thrusting violently into her and pulling back until just the tip of my dick was still inside her, before slamming forward again. She began to grunt in time with my thrusts and I reached up and yanked her head back sharply by her pony tails as I finally exploded; coming into the girls bowels I pressed into her to the full length of the shaft.

       I slid my flagging dick out of the girl’s ass and released her hair. She turned and shook her arms loose from the panties and sat on the small table. “You seemed to like it near the end…” I said, sitting in the chair.

       “Yes, daddy it’s because I’m a whore! It’s hard not to like getting fucked.” She absently twisted her panties as she sat, nude, looking at me.

       After some time had passed quietly she timidly inquired “Would you like to use me for anything else?”

       “What do you mean?” “Well, if you want to do me again or anything else you can, but if you are finished with me I’m supposed to clean up here and then get back to the main room.” She explained. “How many times do you usually get fucked in a night?” I asked the young whore. “I’m still new so I usually get it six or seven times in an eight hour shift. Some girls only get done like four times… Oh, don’t worry, we clean up and douche between guys.”

       I left the girl to her cleaning duties and returned to the main room. I had a drink and watched some of the dancers. I spied on the girls doing nasty things to patrons at the couches. I finally felt the familiar rise as I got excited once again. This time I chose a blonde in a cheerleader outfit. She said her name was Beth and her collar let me know she was twenty-six. They had done a good job making her look younger so I didn’t mind too much.

       “Let’s just sit at the couches for a while.” I said. “Alright.” A girl of few words.

       I sat on the couch; she positioned herself on the bench. She braced herself with her hands behind her and let her knees fall open so I could see her white panties under her yellow and blue skirt. Her yellow top was cut to expose the bottom of her quite large breasts. I noticed that the team she supported was apparently the “Sluts”. She bit her lip and watched me as I enjoyed the spectacle of her mostly exposed body.

       After a short wait I had her dance, fully clothed, for a single song. She felt obliged to dance in a very exuberant, bouncy style, keeping with her cheerleader attire. She alternated bouncing around, jiggling her breasts, with bending over to show me her ass.

       When the song ended, I pulled out my dick “Suck me, bitch!” I ordered. She made to grab my prick to put it in her mouth. “No hands. Just suck it.” She placed her hands on my knees and bent forward with her mouth open. I guided my dick into her mouth. She closed her lips around the shaft and began bobbing up and down. I slowed her pace and placed my hands at the back of her head. After nearly ten minutes she needed to take a rest. “Sorry, sir. My mouth is getting tired.” I let her rest for a moment before I forced her head back down and made her get back to work.

       A short time later I stood and pushed her down onto the sofa. I then began to actively fuck into her mouth. She was pinned and couldn’t retreat as I became quite violent fucking her face. I couldn’t hold out very long though and pulled out of her mouth just in time to let my come hit her in the face. A couple of spurts of hot jizz hit her across the forehead and trickled down across her cheeks and mouth. When I had flicked the last of my come from the end of my dick I stood up put it away and turned my back on the girl.

       I could see that I’d be spending a lot of time here.