You Go To Barely Legal (reader's choice arc)

The bouncers ushered you forward, buff women in matching suits and opaque sunglasses. They looked like they came from a movie. They also seemed oddly familiar to you. Both the big Russian girl with the pink hair, and the Chinese girl with her hair done up in odango buns. But you just couldn't place where you had seen them before...

That wasn't important, though, you reminded yourself. What was important that you were one step closer to getting into Barely Legal.

All your life, you had known Port Reyes to be a sleepy little town. Sure, the sunny Southern California weather was great, as was the surf and sand being so close at hand, and the peacefulness of it all was nice, but you never thought of it as anything more. That all changed when Slutter came online. A strange yet enticing hybrid of social media, video sharing, digital art gallery, and porn site, Slutter had been a big hit amongst your friends and acquaintances. So much so you were surprised to find it originated in your home town. Yeah California was big on the tech scene, but that was for Palo Alto, San Francisco, and Silicon Valley. Not tiny, insignificant Port Reyes.

In a few months, Slutter seemingly took the internet by storm. Catering to so many different types of creatives and people, but never in way that it over-generalized itself, or over-focused on one aspect to the detriment of another. Yeah, people knew it as "that porn social media site", but you were astonished by the number of non-pornographic streamers, video creators, and artists that used it. It seemed it found that perfect Goldilocks zone of being able to satisfy almost everyone's needs.

But that wasn't why you used Slutter. Sure, there were some fan-artists (pornographic or otherwise) that you followed on the site (mostly because they had made Slutter their main base of operation; apparently the site's creator was an artist). But, you also knew it as "that porn social media site" and, by god, it was one hell of a porn social media site. Instant and quick access to all sorts of pornographic stars, all in one convenient location. And, especially the numerous young women who know one had heard of, whose accounts popped up overnight, and seemingly commanded a massive following.

You followed more than a few. The elegant and mysterious @MistressNoire. The sardonic and sexy @GoGoBabe. @SpiderTease with her punk aesthetic and jaw-dropping dancing ability. You knew your friends - online and in real life - followed many of them as well. They posted most everyday - pictures and videos and collabs; sometimes tame, sometimes shockingly risque, but all of them were stunningly beautiful.

And now they were working at a "club" that everyone knew was just a very fancy brothel.

People you knew in the city had already gone and raved about it. The girls you followed talked about their experiences, or posted videos when they were on the job. The idea of clubbing never appealed to you. The idea of hiring a prostitute even less so. But, you could not deny the allure and attraction of these women. Of Barely Legal, the hottest thing to happen to Port Reyes since Slutter.

So, after much debate, you worked up your courage, your rationalized the cost, and you reserved one of the illustrious and fabled private booths for yourself. And tonight was the night.

Head of the line now. The club opened at eight, so you knew that this line were all the others who managed to snag a booth. A pair of men who could be brothers went in ahead of you. A group of five were chatting noisily behind you The two bouncers looked at you. The Russian girl was the lead, that much you could tell. Folding her arms over her impressive bust, she asked to see your reservation. Trying not to panic, you took out your phone and showed the confirmation email to her. She nodded, speaking into her earpiece.

Then, she smiled and ushered you forward. "Enjoy your evening." She said, almost sweetly.

Past the big Russian gal. Past the pretty Chinese girl. Past the velvet rope and towards the front doors. Right at the threshold, before you could cross, another woman was waiting for you. An older woman, but older in a beautiful and graceful way. She could anywhere between thirty or fifty, for all you knew. Her red hair was worn in a professional bob, and she wore slim-fitting black attire, a plain turtleneck and slacks. She greeted you with a smile.

"Hello, and welcome to Barely Legal. My name is Ann Possible. I'll be your hostess for this evening."

You knew Ann Possible. She was on Slutter, too, under the handle @ImpossibleMILF. She mostly posted with her "daughter" @ImpossibleSlut. But you didn't believe the two were related. First, Ann looked far too young to be the mother of Kim, the aforementioned impossible slut. Second... there was no way any mother and daughter would ever do the things you saw Ann and Kim do. Especially not recorded and posted online for everyone to see. You had seen other so-called "mother-daughter acts" on the site, too. They were all fake. It was all an act, a fantasy. But wasn't that what porn was, anyways?

Still, act or not, Ann Possible was impossibly pretty. You smiled shyly at her and she smiled back. "Can I please see your reservation?" You showed her your phone too, Ann nodding in understanding and smiling even brighter. "Is this your first time here, perhaps?"

It was, of course. You answered, voice horse and unsteady, betraying your lack of skill. Still, Ann was more than happy to hear such confirmation.

"Oh, first-timers are such a treat to work with." Surprisingly, Ann moved closer to you, pressing her chest against yours. And she had a lot of chest. A lot a lot. But, when her ample bust pressed against your chest, they felt soft. They felt real. However impossible that might sound. Your heart skipped a beat, being so close to such a beautiful woman. Yet, here you were in a brothel. What were you going to do when you came face-to-face with actual girls? You cursed yourself and your nerves. If Ann noticed how tense you felt, she made no mention of it.

She smelt good. Like wildflowers and soft spices.

"I do hope you enjoy your first-time." Ann said in a voice too loud to be a whisper, but too soft to be anything else. Electric and heated, it sent your heart to racing, your hormones into overdrive. She took your hand. "Please, follow me."

Ann Possible led you up to the second floor balcony, where the private booths were. There were six all together - meaning their demand was as much due to scarcity as popularity. Four were located in each corner. The other two arranged at the north and south points of a compass. The "east" and "west" were stairwells leading back downstairs. Your booth was in a corner, which you were thankful for. You were pretty certain that, if someone were standing at the right place and looked at the right angle on the bottom floor, they could peer into the north and south booths.

The booths themselves were luxurious. A massive semi-circular leather couch, that could easily fit six or more people, was there to greet you, wrapping around the arc of a circular table. It seemed a little excessive for just yourself, but you suppose this was just how things were. With the booth nestled in the corner, you could slink to the very back of the couch and be blocked from most angle of view, and you were very grateful for that privacy. Mounted along the edge of the table closest to the middle of the couch was a tablet, a high-tech offering you had seen in Japanese restaurants on travel shows.

Ann beamed once more, motioning to the booth with her arms, showing it off like she was one of the models on The Price Is Right. You nodded, impressed, but unsure of how to react. With well-practiced and professional grace, Ann moved into an introductory speech.

"Here at Barely Legal, the girls work on two hour shifts we call "rotations." She explained. She must have said this a dozen different time to a dozen different guests, and yet you could detect no weariness or annoyance in her voice. She seemed to genuinely enjoy her role as hostess. Ushering in newbies and explaining to them the ropes. "After every rotation, girls change jobs here, between server, dance, or... ahem 'private entertainer.'." Ann winked at you. You hoped the darkness of the club hid your blush. "Or, sometimes they go off-shift and go on break. Regardless, those who sit in the private area are on the rotation shift themselves. Your reservation entitles you to up to two hours in the booth. How much of that time you use is up to you. But, after two hours, you're finished here. They are in very high demand, and all the booths are booked solid tonight.

"Now, when you're ready," Ann motioned to the tablet, "you can use this tablet to order drinks from the bar. You'll also be using it to order your girl for the evening. A one-top table is entitled to have up to two girls at once. They'll attend to your every need while they are on the clock. At the end of the first hour of this rotation, you'll have the choice of re-upping with the girl you have already selected, switching girls, or retiring from the booth all together."

You swallowed something hard in your throat. You knew what exactly this entailed, but having it all explained to you in such a cheery, nonchalant manner was a bit much.

"Now, while I said the girls were attend your every need, we do have some rules here at Barely Legal. You are welcome, and in fact encouraged, to have sex with your personal girl, but 'no' means 'no' and 'stop' means 'stop' here." Without missing a beat, Ann's tone switched to a much more serious cadence. "Our girls are invaluable employees, and they all have a direct line to the bouncers. And trust me, you do not want to get on their bad side." Ann chuckled, but it did little to lighten the mood.

"So, you can buy drinks for the girls, but they will not do any other ****, narcotics, or other illicit substances. No ****, no punching, no kicking. Biting and slapping are allowed, so long as you do not break or bruise the skin. No blood play, obviously. And nothing involving bodily fluids other than saliva and semen. Do you understand these rules and the consequences you may suffer if you break them?"

You nodded, stiffly. You palms were extremely sweaty. For a moment, you felt like turning tale and running, but you knew you can too far to turn back now.

Ann's bright, welcoming smile returned, as she stepped aside and ushered you into the booth. "Then, please, enjoy your time at Barely Legal! Explored and indulge your sexual desires to your heart's content. Oh and, by the way..." You had barely made it into the horseshoe-shaped couch, just sitting down, when Ann got into your personal space again, whispering huskily into your ear. "My daughter works here. I get very turned on when I know strange people like you are going to buy and use her."

For the first time since you met her, Ann Possible's professional façade broke. You looked at her, seeing her blush furiously, biting her lip, holding back a soft moan, as he entire body tensed up. She shivered slightly, before bowing and quickly making herself scarce. You were left confused. Maybe what she did with Kim was more than an act...

Regardless, the time was nigh. You got close to the tablet and ordered yourself a stiff drink. Then, you queued up the menu where you selected your girl, being greeted with pictures and profiles of all your favourite Slutter influences.

Twenty-eight girls. Twenty-nine options. Taking a deep breath, you attempted to settle down, and made your choice...

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So! As you can tell, we are completely changing gears for this chapter and the next couple of ones. Rob and his misadventures will be set aside and we fully embrace the spirit of a Choose Your Own Adventure Story!

You, my dear readers, will be directly controlling the direction of this arc. After every chapter, there will be a poll for you to vote on, with the winning option leading into the next chapter. Pretty standard CHYOA stuff, honestly.

And our first poll for our first chapter is... Which Girl Will You Pick? All twenty-eight girls from Slut Class will be available (plus the twenty-ninth option of the twofer; two girls for the price of one). You will be allowed to vote for as many options as you like, but only one will win, so choose wisely.

As with all of my polls, they will close without notice and the chapter will be written and published without notice, so don't hesitate to vote.

Also, I will be attempting a more anonymous, second-person narrative for this arc, obviously. I have never written second person before, so please, fair critiques are open. I will try to do my best and I hope you all enjoy!

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