Touring the Club

Kylie couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The club that she’s been to on more than one occasion was so much more than she ever could have imagined. To think all of this had been going on behind closed doors. Her mother smiled at her as if pitying her loss of innocence.

“This is the real world Kylie. You’re an adult now, it’s important you understand the way of things.” She put her hand on Kylie’s shoulder. “I’ll be right here the whole time, but I have some things I want to show you.” She gestured towards the various backrooms lined along the wall. “Why don’t you pick where we start?”

Kylie looked at the doors. Standing outside of one was a group of men in suits, they looked like private security and they had pins for a political party on their lapels. Kylie imagined that the door to the room where people from the government were hanging out would be the most boring.

“Let’s start there.” Kylie said, her voice wavering.

“Good choice. I know alot of the people that frequent this room. I think Mary-Tyler Green is here tonight, should be a good show.”

“The congresswoman?” Kylie asked.

“Yes, she is a frequent flyer here. How do you think she got her position? It definitely wasn’t her great mind. She worked her way up the way so many women have to.”

Kylie pictured the blonde horse faced woman who often had outbursts on Fox news. She didn’t seem like a particularly sexual person, Kylie wasn’t sure what to make of this.

“What does she do here?”

“Why don’t we go see?” Kris said and lead Kylie over to the door. The security stepped aside, clearly recognizing her mother. Kylie was surprised at how much power she seemed to hold here. They stepped through the door into a dark hallway. Kylie could hear men talking loudly further down the hall and a reddish yellow light beckoned them towards it. It got louder as they neared the next door. Kris entered first and Kylie followed. She was so shocked when she entered the room she could barely move.

Couches lined the walls, filled with men in suits and red ties. There was security dotted along the walls not filled by seating. In the center was a small stage with a stripper pole, not currently in use. Kylie barely recognized Mary-Tyler. She was on her knees on the stage, she held her large breasts in her hands and her head was thrown back, her tongue out. Her legs splayed out, revealing womanhood for the audience of men and women seated around her. Standing over her was another congresswoman Kylie recognized from Fox news. A skinny brown haired woman with glasses, this time without her usual gun and hat. She stood over Mary-Tyler with a whip and she lashed it lightly at her breasts. Laura Bobbin drew the whip between her fingers dramatically and struck it at Mary-Tyler’s stomach. The woman moaned loudly.

“Oh good, the warm ups almost done.” Kris said as she lead Kylie to a couch. They nestled in between two men in the empty seats. The man to Kylie’s right was fat and he nodded at her, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. Kylie was revolted but maintained her composure. To avoid eye contact she turned her attention back to the stage. Laura had put the whip down and had begun grinding her exposed pussy against Mary-Tylers face. Her movements were exaggerated and she made ridiculous faces to convince the men she was enjoying smothering her peer. The men seemed to buy it despite how ridiculous it was.

“Oh yah!” Laura moaned as she attempted to cover Mary’s face with her flat ass. Mary continued to flaunt her breasts as her constituent rubbed groin against her face. The man next to Kylie placed his hand on her thigh below the end of her dress. His meaty fingers pressed into her smooth skin and he began rubbing her leg. Kylie shifted her legs but he didn’t let up. Kylie looked to Kris who also had a hand on her leg. She smiled at her daughter and winked.

“It’s okay, he won’t do anything.” She said as if that was a comfort.

Kylie turned her attention to the stage as the two congresswomen stood. The room quieted a little.

“Thank you everyone for your generous donations this year. We hit our goal for re-election and so as promised, you’re getting the full show tonight. You hit three funding milestones so we will do all three. The first was a joint goal between Laura and myself.” Mary-Tylers southern drawl paused for a moment as she looked at her constituent who seemed nervous. “You wanted me to smother Laura here while you watched and then if she comes to, to have her make her rounds around the room.” Laura put on a smile and waved awkwardly. “The second goal was for me, so I will spend the night after the show here, ready to receive whatever you want down my throat.” Cheers from the audience. “And the last goal was a stretch goal, one that I never expected us to hit.” She laughed nervously. “So tonight I have a very special friend here to stretch my asshole until it breaks!” She put on some showmanship as if it was a sprint to the finish. The room cheered louder for that. “Let’s get started. Laura, if you would be so kind?” Laura lay down on the ground, one of the men tossed a long pillow towards them. Mary waved a thank you to him and they got in position.

Laura lay straight as an arrow with her head in the middle of the pillow. Mary-Tyler knelt down facing Laura’s body with her knees on either side of the pillow. Laura’s fingers fidgeted. “Are you all ready?” Mary-Tyler asked, seeming to stall. The crowd cheered. Kylie noticed that her mother was one of the ones that cheered. “Alright, Laura you ready?” Laura gave a thumbs up but said nothing. Mary-Tyler adjusted her position a little and then dropped her ass onto Laura’s face. She continued to adjust, grinding her pussy and taint against Laura’s face as she did so. Laura’s arms twitched, the instinct to protect herself overridden by the desires of her financiers. Mary-Tyler squeezed her thighs and pressed her lips against Laura’s chin, her taint crushing her nose and her round pale ass enveloping the rest of Laura’s head. She moaned, attempting to put on a show. The crowd was quiet for awhile, watching the congresswoman attempt to seal off any chance of breath for her victim by grinding herself against her. Laura’s hands flexed and her toes curled as she endured the pain. Soon, a soft sound could be heard from between Mary’s thighs. This was followed by Laura’s body beginning to fight. Her need for air was fighting her desire to fulfill her campaign promises. Her knees bent and she kicked at the ground, fighting the urge to fight back. Her hands raised to grab at Mary-Tyler and Mary-Tyler was able to get ahold of her wrists. They struggled like this for a bit, Mary-Tyler warding off Laura’s attempts to dislodge her face from between her thighs. Soon Laura’s body was flailing, her muffled cries could be heard in the quiet room as her constituent slowly choked the life from her. Mary-Tyler gasped as the struggle was clearly causing her a great deal of pleasure, her clit ground in by Laura’s nose and upper jaw.

Slowly, Laura’s struggle faded. Her limbs moved drunkenly about, her arms hung limp in Mary-Tyler’s grasp save for a few **** swipes. Her muffled cries for mercy became fewer and further between as she was smothered towards unconsciousness by Mary-Tyler’s thighs and ass. Eventually her legs went limp and her arms fell to the side with a bang. Mary-Tyler, still enjoying her ride, ground her hips against her face before throwing her head back and moaning. She reveled in **** the fight from her rival for screen time and she jerked her hips violently as if to deliver the final blow. She remained locked onto Laura’s face for another minute, ensuring that the job was finished. The crowd grew louder, some telling her to get on with it and others asking her to stay put. Kylie’s mom clapped and leaned over to her.

“Wasn’t that fun?”

“Is she okay?” Kylie asked concerned.

“Oh there’s not many brain cells to lose anyway, she’ll be fine.” Kris laughed at her joke but Kylie barely managed a smile.

Finally, Mary-Tyler got up from her position. She smiled and put her foot on Laura’s chest like she had conquered her. Laura lay limp on the ground she almost looked peaceful as Mary-Tyler gloated over her victim.

“I hope she’s okay. I made a bit of a mess on her face.” She said as the crowd cheered her on. She nudged Laura’s head with her foot and saw that she was breathing again. “I guess I didn’t stay long enough.” The crowd laughed and security came to pick up Laura’s body and slung her into an empty seat. The men next to her were on her like dogs, touching every part of her body.

“That wraps up goal one! Since goal two is an after party thing, let’s move on to our main event.” Mary-Tyler waved at a man by the door and he came up to the stage with a briefcase. “Mr. Denvers here is going to be my assistant for this. It’s going to take us a second to get set up, so enjoy your refreshments and Ms. Bobbin in the meantime!” Mary-Tyler turned to speak to Mr. Denvers in a hushed tone and some people joined them to begin setting up the next part of the show. The man next to Kylie slid his hand under her dress a bit.

“I haven’t seen you here before.” His breath smelled of rum.

“Be careful John.” Kris stepped in.

“I didn’t mean anything by it.” He said defensively as he removed his hand from Kylie’s leg.

“What is this mom?”

“This is the back room experience sweety. This is where decisions get made. How do you think those two get so much air time on Fox? There’s three network executives here who, if they have fun, will keep donating and keep giving them play.”

“Why are you here?”

“I own the club sweety. This is part of our business.”

Kylie didn’t know how to react. She began to panic, her senses too overwhlemed by the strange and depraved behavior of these people. “I want to leave.”

Kris looked at her daughter, frowned a little but softened after a moment. “Okay sweetie. Let’s go.”

They both stood, Kris stopped to say some goodbyes and as they exited the door Kylie heard Mary-Tyler announce “Alright everyone, we’re going to see how wide they can stretch my ass. Every inch comes with a donation goal, so we’re going to hit 4 inches tonight.”

“That would have been fun to watch.” Kris said, clearly disappointed.

“This feels so weird mom.” Kylie couldn’t help herself.

“This is the way the world works. It’s fuck or get fucked. We have to stay on top if we want to survive.”

“I just want to have fun, I don’t want to get involved in all of this weird sex **** stuff.”

“Okay sweetie. We can leave.”