FoA Chapter 17

The clubhouse is even noisier than CCL house when you return. It’s dark outside, and you look around cautiously as you dismount your bike and approach. There’s some kind of deal in place between Stef and Ellen that prevents the police from raiding the clubhouse on nights like this, but you don’t know the details. One part of it is probably that the police department doesn’t actually have enough to people to arrest everyone in there at once. There’s a lot of gayness going on within those walls right now, but you shouldn’t have to worry about Stark getting you here.

Besides, from what you have heard, Stark and Ellen are both as gay as you are. They’re such hypocrites. Breaking into their department to steal the stuff back is the right thing to do, and helping out CCL tonight moved you one step closer to that. That’s good; the club is in terrible danger right now in terms of looming expenses. It’s not just the mortgage on the bar, which is the heart of the club, it’s the members too: you all have bills to pay, and nobody’s making any money when you have no merch to sell.

This thing at the PD has got to work.

That’s not the only thing stressing you out as you go inside and push through the sweaty, but nicely perfumed bodies packed into the bar. Lotte’s glossy, blonde hair swings and flies as she spins around the pole skillfully, totally nude. Women cheer and throw money at her.

You get a stool at the bar and just reach over to help yourself to whatever booze you can get. It’s tequila. You pour a big glass and gulp it down, but you still see Riley’s blindfolded face, your cum dripping off her chin. You aren’t sure why it bothers you so much. Is it because you didn’t know about her wanting to be in CCL? She never mentioned it, but it’s not like you two are close. Is it because she’s not quite as innocent as you thought? Why do you care? And it’s not like you’re innocent yourself.

Or is it because you’re worried she’ll find out it was you that did that to her? Will she know that you were trying to do her a favor?

You don’t want to think about it. You pour more tequila.

Tanya hands out beers, then comes over to you.

“Are you OK?” she asks worriedly.

You nod. She doesn’t look convinced. She reaches across the bar and touches your hand.

“Do you need to talk?” she asks, but she has to almost shout to be heard because the bar is so loud.

You laugh bitterly. Talk? How can you talk in here? And you don’t want to talk.

“I’m good,” you lie, pulling your hand free and lifting your glass to drink. You turn your attention to Lotte, who is a good distraction. She’s driving the bar completely wild. She’s actually a pretty good dancer, but it’s hard to admire her finesse when all you can think about is just what her sweaty hips would feel like in your hands as you shove all your frustration between her legs.

A girl you don’t know sidles up to you. She’s slim, and not very tall. She has pretty, curly hair, and dark skin. She looks like a college student in her tight jeans and simple top.

“Can I buy you a drink?” she asks.

“I drink free,” you reply.

“What? Why?” she demands excitedly.

You have to get close together to have a conversation. Ten minutes later she’s in your lap and you’re sharing an extra tall glass of beer. She was probably hoping that you were an actual Free Gurl, not just a prospect, but she’s having a great time, so you don’t think she minds settling for you. With one arm around her slim body and her smell of her hair in your nose, you’re just wondering if you’re going to take her home tonight, or just take her upstairs.

But then someone touches your arm.

You look up to see Fang, Vicky, and Caroline. They all look very amused. You clear your throat.

“What’s up?” you ask.

“Give us a second, honey,” Caroline says to the girl, whose name is Delilah. She hops off your lap with a frightened look as the three of them gather around you. To your surprise, they don’t immediately start making premature ejaculation jokes.

“Forgetting something, Prospect?” Fang asks mildly.

“I didn’t forget,” you say sourly. You finish your drink and stand up. A lot of the women in the bar are noticing this situation and paying attention. “Who won?”

“I did,” Fang says, arms folded.

“My place or yours?”

“How about right here?”

“How about not?”

Fang leans in to speak quietly into your ear. “How about we do. Unless you want me to tell someone about you giving that redhead a free ticket into CCL.”

“Bitch,” you mutter.

“Cunt,” she replies.

CCL has a reputation for being wild and crazy, and so does the club. Someone getting head in the middle of the bar on a rowdy night is not nearly the lewdest thing that’s ever happened here.

“Fine,” you say with a scowl. You notice Tanya looking at you worriedly. You smile at her. “I thought you liked hazing,” you call out over the noise. She did tell you that, after all. You want to reassure her by acting casual, but it’s clear that these three are annoyed with you, either for making them look bad by giving in so fast, or for leaving them behind. Tanya is concerned for you.

She doesn’t need to be. You can handle the consequences of your actions, and there are no Free Gurls who have never done anything like this before, except maybe Fang… but Fang is about to.

But you’re in no mood to be hazed. You look Fang in the eye.

“A deal’s a deal,” you say.

You can tell that she doesn’t love this either. Fang’s always been the odd Free Gurl out, the one with a shred of dignity and class. The others must have pressured her into this. She doesn’t care about getting a blowjob in front of all these people, and she’d probably prefer not to.

But a deal was made, and she has to look strong. You have to do your part. You can do that, but you’re not going to act like a victim.

“Kneel, pledge,” Fang says, putting her hands on her hips. She’s playing her role, and you have to do the same if you ever want to be a Free Gurl.

You get on your knees, but that’s where you take control. Rather than a leather catsuit, for convenience today, Fang wears tight, leather pants and an equally tight jacket.

You rip her pants open and yank them down. If you’re giving a blowjob show for the whole bar, she can show her ass. She looks startled, but she has **** but to play it cool. A Free Gurl can’t be embarrassed about this.

She’s relatively petite, but her cock is still a good six inches long when erect, and has a fat, bulging vein along the top of it. It only takes a couple pulls to get it swelling in your hand. It’s not even fully hard when you envelop it in your mouth, simultaneously using your other hand between her legs, going ferociously after her girl parts.

Fang gasps and grabs your head. You tune out the noise from the onlookers and focus on being as ruthless as possible, stroking the shaft, sucking the head, and tickling her pussy. The instant she’s wet enough, your finger is inside her, searching for her g-spot. You can’t watch for her reaction because your head and mouth are so busy, but you know when you find that spot. Her knees come together, hitting you, and she wobbles, leaning on you for support.

The women in the bar are going absolutely insane. You can’t hear the noises Fang’s making over the cheering, but there’s no way she’s keeping her composure. They wanted to embarrass you? No. Fuck them. Instead, it’s one of them that gets embarrassed.

And it doesn’t take very long to do it. You can taste precum in your mouth, and with your finger inside her, you feel every twitch and throb as she gets closer to the edge. Her legs are out of her control, and you feel all of that.

“You bitch,” she snarls breathlessly. Of course she knows what you’re doing.

You don’t stop until the job’s done, and even then you get your mouth and face out of the way in time. Her semen spills out onto your shoulder and arm, and down your shirt, but it’s her other parts that have everyone’s attention.

It’s not much of a squirt, but it’s noticeable. Clear juices spill to the floor, and her pants and underwear as Fang totters dangerously, hanging onto you for dear life. The women in the bar are going off like this is a Journey concert. Vicky discreetly gives Fang a hand, and you’re impressed with how quickly Fang pulls herself together, gets her pants up, and puts a dignified look back on her face… but she’s still very red and sweaty, and it’s obvious that her whole body is still quivering from that orgasm.

You stand up, taking the towel that Tanya offers you and wiping the fluids off your sleeve and your shirt.

“Good job, Prospect,” Fang says, obviously annoyed, but playing this extremely well.

She, Vicky, and Caroline are all giving you appraising looks.

You blow Fang a little kiss, then wipe your mouth and push your way out of the bar. You’ve had enough.