The Bullring

Step one of Emma’s vast web of conspiracy to get Kelly a good fucking was to make a list of the things that Kelly had never done before. This involved having a pretty invasive conversation in which Kelly admitted to a wide variety of areas of sexual inexperience, including anal sex, threesomes, facials, and numerous other activities. Emma sent this list to a girl named Marjorie Dane, who was apparently a TA in one of Emma’s other classes, a fact which she only mentioned to Kelly after she had already done it.

“Jorie’s cool,” Emma assured her. “And I once saw her take Tommy Glenn up the ass after a football game. You know, the linebacker? I don’t really know the bar scene, because I’m underage and, you know, a good girl, but she knows everybody, she can hook you up.”

“I’m going to trust you, Emma, but…” Kelly tried out a sly smile. “Are you?”

The girl blinked at her. “Am I what?”

“A good girl?” Kelly asked, doing her best to sound sultry.

Whether she succeeded in this or not, it got her point across, and soon enough the two of them were on the couch to one side of Kelly’s office, kissing each other deeply, hands roaming. Emma tugged lightly on the ends of the knot keeping Kelly’s top closed and it immediately came undone, freeing her tits. Emma cradled them and gave them each a couple playful kisses, swirling her tongue around the nipples. Shit, Kelly thought, that felt fucking amazing. Carmen was right, “ease of access” for the win.

Not long after, the two of them lay together on the couch, sixty-nining. Kelly found it hard to concentrate on doing a good job given what Emma was doing to her own clit, but let go of this anxiety soon enough and just enjoyed what she was feeling and the pleasant taste of Emma’s juices on her tongue.

She must have been doing something right, because Emma ended up being the one who came first. The girl kept her mouth on Kelly's button as she did so, her moans causing vibrations. This instantly sent Kelly over the edge, and for a few seconds she felt fireworks in her crotch and her brain. But more than that, it was the sense of total relaxation afterward that she had found herself craving more and more.

“I think I’m starting to get a sense of why your generation has found something in this stuff,” she said to Emma. “Something that maybe mine didn’t. With everything going on in the world, this is basically the only thing I’ve found that keeps me from thinking about it, even just for a little while. I feel like people used to feel that way about religion, sometimes about music, or sports… none of those have done it for me for a while.”

Emma shrugged. “Hey, it’s not like I don’t think about that stuff.” Then her smile came back. “But you need to get your panties back on, Doc, because I promise, this was just the appetizer. OK?” She playfully slapped Kelly on the ass.

*****

Several hours later, Kelly found herself walking into the Bullring wearing one of her other outfits, the one with the gauzy skirt starting at her mid-riff, through which her black panties were clearly visible. She was accompanied by Emma’s friend Jorie, who had short, brown hair that she had shaved on one side and left combed over her ear on the other, as was at least to some degree the fashion these days. The girl was wearing a blue lingerie set that set off her eyes and showed off her set of D-cups to great effect.

It also showed off her lower back tattoo of the word “Slut” in an elaborately decorated font. Kelly had asked Jorie whether she thought the tattoo might cause any problems with her apparently successful current status as a psychiatry grad student.

“My parents asked me the same thing,” Jorie told her, “but… I doubt it.”

The bar was packed with college students, many of whom were crowded around the bar. Many of them, particularly the women, were wearing less than either Kelly or Jorie, with a substantial minority choosing to go “JP,” completely topless as they sipped cheap beer and cocktails. Except for the clothing, or lack thereof, the areas closest to the bar and door seemed to be your fairly standard nightlife meat market. The rest, however, was a slightly different story.

Occasionally driving or walking past the Bullring over the past few years, Kelly had assumed that the place was called that because it had a mechanical bull. This would not have been especially unusual in that part of the country. Instead, it had a circular area, spotlit by lights hanging from the ceiling that were slowly changing colors, around which a particularly thick area of the crowd was standing and cheering.

Through a gap in the crowd, she could see a blonde girl that Emma would likely have described as “thick” on her hands and knees, naked, with a very handsome guy slamming his cock into her from behind. With each thrust, the girl moaned and her buttocks jiggled.

“Are they playing Top That?” Kelly asked Jorie, having to raise her voice to be heard over the blaring music.

Jorie laughed when she saw what Kelly was talking about. “No, it’s… a little like karaoke? Sometimes they’re sort of… covering certain porn scenes? But you’ll see original stuff, too. If you like Top That, though, they have it on Tuesday nights.”

Further toward the back, Kelly could see several small alcoves, each filled with what looked like a bed or couch. A few of the alcoves had curtains pulled over the entrance, but most of them were open to the bar at the moment. It was hard to see at this distance, but Kelly thought she could see people in several of these.

“Do you come here a lot?” she asked Jorie, as the two of them found a small open space at one end of the bar.

The girl shrugged. “Every few weeks, maybe? I’m more of a craft beer person, Perro Loco across town is a lot better for that kind of stuff. But if you want to get fucked, the Bullring is the place.” She paused, looking over at Kelly. “You sure about this? You don’t have to just because Emma pushed you. I get that there’s research involved, but if you want to know about this stuff, you could just watch me, if you want. I could use a good plowing anyway.” She sighed. “It’s been a rough week.”

The bartender made her way over to them, and Kelly realized that the woman was the first other person closer to her own age that she had seen in the basic Gen XXX “JP” uniform. She carried it off, though, especially her possibly artificial tits.

“What are you ladies drinking?” the woman asked.

Jorie ordered two beers. Before the bartender could even come back with their drinks, two guys circa 22-years-old with bare chests and wearing blue jeans came up to the two of them. One of them had tanned skin, with an elaborate tattoo of a rose on one of his pecs. The other was lighter-skinned, with a shock of unruly blonde hair.

“Hey,” said the blonde guy. “Haven’t seen you two sluts here before.”

Jorie just shrugged. “I come here sometimes.”

But it was Kelly that the boys were looking at. “You’re different from a lot of girls on the scene,” said the more tanned one. “I’m into it. You looking?”

Jorie leaned over to talk into Kelly’s ear. “He means, are you looking for somebody to fuck,” she explained.

Kelly thought for a second. Moment of truth. Was she? Were…were the boys offering to both fuck her at the same time? Did she want that if they were? If not, which one would she rather go with?