Mia to the rescue

The scent of the blonde's perfume filled my nostrils as her tongue invaded my mouth. I felt her teeth begin to bite down my neck before she paused. "A hickey? I'm disappointed that I'm not the first woman to mark her territory on you." She more than made up for it by biting my chest hard, bringing a tiny amount of blood, and leaving impressions of her teeth as she went.

Fear ran up my spine as my attacker lowered my zipper. The blonde's warm, soft hand slipped inside my boxers and encircled my semi-rigid cock.

"Damn girls, he's big for a Shota," She exclaimed with glee to the watching crowd. " Uhm, I bet there is enough here for a mouthful."

A symphony of oohs and ahs from the onlooking crowd reverberated throughout the bathroom as turned me around, pulled down my pants enough to expose my ass. As she tongued my ear and kneaded my butt, I tried to concentrate on not becoming stiff. I could see over her shoulder in the mirror above the sink many of the women were recording my **** on the NCDs.

Suddenly, I felt myself being peeled off the blonde.

"Exactly what do you think you are doing with my boy?" Came a familiar angry voice.

No longer was I being held up by my attacker. I drunkenly stumbled over toward the bathroom wall. All the while, I was fighting horny women grabbing at my undone pants, trying to remove them. I battled as hard I could knowing if I lost my now fully hard cock would be exposed for all to see. Finally, I broke free and managed to button my trousers as I slowly slid down the cold tile wall I had propped up against. As I did, my eyes fought to focus on my savior. "Mia?"

My mother's ravishingly beautiful assistant stood just inside the door of the bathroom. Her perfect face was twisted into a snarl that left no question that she was ready to tear my attacker limb from limb.

The blonde's face was flush with anger and a hint of fear. "Is this your mama?"

"Yesh," I lied, hoping I could keep up the charade in my **** state.

Mia walked over and helped me to my feet. "I swear I go for one dance with one woman, and when I came back, every horny bitch here is lining up to **** my Shota."

"You should know better than leave your boy unattended," the blonde spat back. "Especially this weekend."

"We have to go. Now," Mia whispered in my ear as she dragged me toward the bathroom exit. "Yes, well, I had hoped you would have tried to get consent instead of forcing yourself on the first lonesome child you came across. I know the laws are lax, but they are still there."

"Asking a Shota their opinion on anything?" The blonde scoffed. "Next, you'll say we should let them vote or drive."

The women of the bathroom all began to laugh as Mia helped me out back into the club. "Let's get to my car quickly. If they figure out you didn't come with me, I won't be able to protect you."

I nodded to show that I understood. I was very much feeling the full effects of the **** I had imbibed earlier. My legs were about as useful as spaghetti noodles. Mia had to stoop down in order to support me. It didn't help that her tight silver metallic miniskirt made any hurried movement difficult under ideal conditions. She hurried me as best she could through the club out to the parking garage. My head was pounding and spinning to such a degree that as soon as the harsh fluorescent lights hit me, I broke off and stumbled to a dark corner to wretch.

"It took less than twenty-four hours of having a working cock before you to become a stereotypical overconfident male bastard," Mia said as she pressed the call button for her cloud car.

"Sorry, I'm not used to my other head doing the thinking," I replied as I continued to vomit.

Mia picked me up and placed me into the passenger. "Your mother owes me for this."

"Where is she?" I asked.

Mia strapped in and began the slow drive out of the parking garage. "Working on an inoculation for your pheromones. Apparently, she doesn't trust herself around you until she can be sure the smell of you won't send her into heat."

I grinned, remembering how wild my mother had been the day before. "Yeah, she was insatiable. Say, aren't you worried that you'll wind up my next conquest?"

"Hardly, I'm afraid you're the wrong gender to tempt me," Mia answered as she drove on.

"Shame, I was hoping you wouldn't mind being my research assistant," I said, leaning my head against the cool side window glass.

Mia pressed the autopilot button. "Listen here. You need to stop being a horny piece of shit. It's bad enough you did what you did to your mother, but what you pulled in that club. You could have gotten yourself in real trouble. If one of those whores had found out the truth about you and let Club Zero know..."

"What is so scary about a Shota fetish club?" I asked, annoyed that my newfound sexual freedom was being curtailed before it even began.

Mia grabbed me by the shoulder. "Listen, Club Zero isn't some group of horny keyboard warrior hentai perverts. They have no qualms about acting on anything. They shield their members from a lot, and with laws as lax as they are concerning boys above plus five, they would have no trouble spiriting you away to become their sex ****,"

Mia sighed as she slipped back into the driver seat and once again took control of the vehicle. "Stay at my place tonight. Sleep it off, and in the morning, you can start fresh."