Club Slut Transformation



Today began like any other warm Spring day on the Baltimore harbor.  Marilyn stared out the window of the Dunkin Donuts at the busy retail street.  Over sized SUVs and Ford F-150 crew cab trucks were parallel parked beyond the donut shop's windows.  A recently washed Hummer slowed, its red body paint shining in the early morning sun.  The driver, a bleach blond wearing thick black sunglasses snapped her head from left to right.  It was the morning rush for the Starbucks across the street.  There were no parking spots available, at least none that would fit her vehicle.  Still, there was one narrow gap between a silver Lexus and a fire hydrant.  Marilyn's eyes were drawn to the Hummer's blinker.  'Considerate' she thought, as the woman started backing in to the space. 



Marilyn looked away.  She didn't need to share in the drama unfolding outside.  Her own late model Honda sat eight blocks away outside her apartment house.  It hadn't run in a month and without insurance that was just as well.  Walking was great exercise and in her mid-thirties keeping in good shape bordered on an obsession.  She felt in great shape and loved the way so many men and women noticed her.   She loved how often people confused her for someone much younger.  Her short cropped hair, long legs and pert breasts added to the effect.  Once the weather got warmer, her midriff tops and short shorts would definitely come out of the closet. 



Taking another sip of her decaf Marilyn tapped her manicured finger nails on the folded newspaper laying on the table beside her half eaten jelly donut.  The Want Ads were horrible again today.  There were at least a hundred jobs available in Baltimore County.  Starbucks needed a barista.  Subway needed a new assistant manager.  The Kinko's down the street needed a night manager.  None of the jobs paid enough to live in Baltimore County.  



Finding new, meaningful, livable work as a financial consultant was not realistic.  Finding a McJob where your potential employer didn't think a 35 year old financial consultant wasn't overqualified was also not realistic.  At this point Marilyn was running out

of options.  Walking home everyday past the run down strip club near her apartment would mean pausing just a little longer each day.  The small building with its white cinder blocks and neon pink stripes always had a 'Help Wanted' sign in the window.  Having done some modeling in her 20s, Marilyn knew a little about how to use her body to make money, but stripping was beyond her dignity.   Exposing herself like that in front of a bunch of drunken men seemed. . .  degrading. 



Pushing the want ads away, she flipped through a local events magazine.  While her bank account was drawing down by the day, the cover at the local clubs wasn't so high as to make her think twice about going out on a weekend.  Unemployment was harder than work.  It was like an unwanted vacation, making every weekday full of nothing but the threat that the next day and the day after that and the next week would be exactly the same.  That was why Marilyn treated her weekends like vacations from her week.  She needed release.  She needed to get away from herself.  Most of the local clubs catered to a younger crowd, but there were more than a few bouncers who thought she was part of that younger crowd.



Finishing her coffee Marilyn closed the events magazine.  On the back cover, in the middle of all the 1-976 chat lines was an advertisement for the AdultChatNetwork website.  Marilyn laughed a little to herself.  Sliding off her chair and crumpling the want ads into a thick wad that would fit inside her paper coffee cup Marilyn thought about her last night of chatting on the AdultChatNetwork website.  She hadn't really met anyone on the site and she suspected most people on the site were either too shy or too unlike their profiles to really hook up with anyone else.  Still, she enjoyed the flirting.  A couple of local guys from Baltimore accused her of being a cock tease right before she signed off last night.  It was true, in part.  Leading guys on in cybersex was one

thing she could do during her week to liven things up a bit.  



Smiling, Marilyn walked past the counter. 



"Back tomorrow Marilyn?" Marty smiled, wiping the confectioner's sugar from his hands onto the front of his crisp white apron. 



"Probably, " Marilyn said.  "I'll always need coffee. "



After her back was turned, Marty's eyes drifted down to Marilyn's swaying ass.  Her black jeans hugged its curves so well they only made his hard-on worse.  After last night, just seeing Marilyn made his thick 7" cock struggle against his slacks.  Marty smiled and let his hand settle under his apron.  As far as Marilyn knew, he and she had never flirted in person.  But last night she verbally jacked him

off while letting his brother Adam eat her pussy in cybersex.   God, he didn't know which he loved more -- AdultChatNetwork or knowing that Marilyn spent every fourth Friday night at Club Rendezvous. 



Later that night. 





The sea air was warm for so early in the Spring.  The light breeze blowing through Baltimore's old warehouse district smelled of salt and Channel No.  5.  Standing in the flickering lights dancing off the red brick walls outside Club Rendezvous, Marilyn wondered if she had put on a little too much perfume.  She was thankful for arriving late though.  For one of the hottest clubs in Baltimore County, at this hour the line outside was short.  Thirty or forty singles and couples dressed in skimpy clothes shivered in the cool breeze.  Everyone in line close to her looked in their early to mid twenties.  Some, Marilyn suspected were probably a bit younger

than that despite whatever their IDs claimed. 



For the evening Marilyn hoped she dressed the part.  Fitting in with a 'younger' crowd wasn't too hard, but as the months crept toward her 37th birthday she was getting a little self conscious.  She had a young face and her page boy haircut showed off her face well.  She had applied only a touch of mascara and some red lip liner.  Her soft white silk blouse was tied off in a knot a couple inches above her

pierced belly button.  The shirt's top three buttons, dangerously undone, showed off the curve of her breasts while hiding the white lace push-up bra supporting them.  Nervously smoothing her pleated plaid mini skirt, Marilyn moved forward with the crowd. 



Near the tinted glass of the club's front door Marilyn stopped in front of the bouncer.  He was tall and kept his head shaved.  His charcoal gray T shirt was stretched to the breaking point over his chiseled chest.  Marilyn stared at his biceps and a Navy tattoo barely visible on his milk-chocolate skin.  He smiled at her in the flashing lights.  "No cover for ladies tonight honey, " he said.  Eye candy was always welcome in any club, especially eye candy that looked like it was ready to get eaten.  "Go on in and enjoy yourself. "



"Thanks" Marilyn said, closing her hand over the wrinkled $20 in her palm. 



Inside the club techno music was pounding in the smoke filled air.  With no cigarette smoking allowed, dry ice created a pale mist that pulsated in pale shades of blue, red, and lime green with the flashing strobe lights over the central dance floor.  A long glass topped bar fronted the dance floor while tall steel bar tables were filled by couples and crowds of laughing and drinking people on the other side the central room.  Looking up above the dance floor Marilyn could see two floors of VIP tables and booths.  She could barely make

out the shadowy forms of people dancing on the third floor VIP dance floor.  There were lots of wild rumors about what went on up on that floor.  Who got invited up there? What kinds of dancing, dirty or otherwise, did people do up there? Marilyn was curious, but doubted she would ever get such an invite or even be bold enough to do such dirty dancing. 



Finding a place at the crowded bar Marilyn asked, "Miller Light please!" After yelling her request to the bartender she turned and watched the crowd on the dance floor.  Some new pop song throbbed out of the sound system.  Shakira, or Britney, or Ashlee Simpson was yelling through a synthesizer for her man to take her home all night.  Bodies showing more skin than trendy clothing crushed against each other on the dance floor.  With arms in the air, wrapped around a dance partner, hands resting on asses, and crotches grinding

into crotches it was hard to tell who was dancing with who. 



When the bartender returned he held a bright orange colored mixed drink.  With a rim frosted in ice and topped with a blue plastic sword piercing a cherry and orange wedge, the drink was in what had to be one of the biggest glasses Marilyn had seen.  As he put a napkin down in front of her, Marilyn thought there must be some mistake.  "I ordered --" she began to shout over the noise. 



"Compliments of the gentleman at the end of the bar," said the bartender, smiling so that the crow's feet around his bloodshot eyes made him look much older than his salt-n-pepper hair suggested.  Setting the drink on the napkin he pointed with his free hand down to a bend in the figure-eight shaped bar. 



Unless she was looking in the wrong spot, the bartender was pointing out a guy who at best was at least ten years younger than Marilyn.  Standing against the bar wearing a short sleeved ribbed shirt on what was an awesome body, he was strikingly good looking from a distance.  Wavy brown hair with blond highlights, strong cheekbones, sea-green eyes and a great tan totally gave him a Ty Pennington look from that home make-over show.  When he raised his beer in a salute to Marilyn's stare, he showed a fabulous smile.  Marilyn felt like she needed to turn her head and check behind her before smiling back.  Maybe some gorgeous big boobed model had walked through the door and was standing behind her waving to Mr.  Dreamy.  She risked smiling back and mouthing a 'thank you. '

Of course, she thought, in such a noisy place a mouthed 'thank you' could look like any number of things.  'Take me' or 'fuck me' or 'let me worship your cock' would all have been equally valid interpretations. 



After a moment he was standing beside her.  "Hey, I'm Adam, " he said, sliding his beer onto the bar beside her drink.  "I noticed you when you walked in.  It is nice to meet you in person. " He paused and changed his mind about his beer.  Picking it off the bar he said, "You know, up close and in person. "



Marilyn smiled.  If she were ten years younger and blond this would be the part where she giggled and wrapped a strand of hair around her index finger while her knees melted.  "You must have great eyes to pick me out of this crowd.  A lot of other girls running around here tonight, "she said, looking past Adam for a moment, just for a moment, to the dance floor. 



"Yeah, " he said, leaning against the bar.  "But none of them caught my attention. "



"I -- I should thank you for the drink. "



"Don't mention it.  The drink's a house special.  The 'Intimate Rendezvous' I think it is called," Adam said.  Looking at the over-sized glass he thought that if anything got this woman drunk, it would be that monster of a mixed drink.  "I think it is kinda like a daquiri

- all orangey, some rum, but with a kick. " 



Marilyn nodded and picked the drink up off the bar.  Swirling the straw around in the thick frozen mixture, she pushed the plastic sword out of the way and wrapped her lips around the straw.  Looking up at Adam she sucked on the straw.  The drink was good.  Citrus flavored and mellow at first.  It was after a few sips that the kick of a hard liquor hit her mouth.  Still, she drank some more.  "Whew! You weren't kidding about the kick. "



"Yeah, it is definitely a good reason to come here, that and meeting beautiful women like you, " Adam said, leaning closer. 



Marilyn tried not to look like a deer in the headlights.  If the guy wasn't so cute he'd be coming on way too strong.  She took another long sip of her drink. 



A light shade of red shown through the tan on Adam's cheeks.  He closing his eyes he hung his head slightly and said, "I'm sorry.  That was way too upfront for me.  In another minute you're probably going to dump that drink on me and a minute after that your boyfriend is gonna walk through the door and make sure I go home with a good reminder of why not to be so bold with a woman I think happens to be beautiful. " Looking up he smiled sheepishly. 



Laughing, Marilyn pulled her drink to her chest.  Some of the frozen orange liquid splashed up between the folds of her shirt and onto her breasts.  Without much concern for what Adam saw or didn't see she wiped at the cold liquid.  "I think, " she said, peering down at the orange streaks on her boobs, "that in another minute I better find a place for my drink that isn't all over you or me. "



Looking up at Adam, having accidentally brushed open a fourth button on her blouse, she added, "And a minute after that I think you should ask me to dance. "



Adam smiled.  "Sure.  Right this way. " He reached out with his free hand and took hold of Marilyn's hand.  Leading her forward past the dance floor he held his beer up in the air like a torch with his right hand.  After squeezing through the crowd at the dance floor's edge, they reached an empty table.  It was small and metal and, like the others, was high off the floor with two matching metal chairs.  There were already two beer bottles on the table.  Adam gestured to the chair nearest Marilyn. 



Sitting down, Marilyn crossed her legs.  Her skirt moved up her thighs by a couple inches just by sitting down.  Crossing her legs added a few more dangerous inches and gave anyone a glimpse of her Victoria's Secret white lace panties if they looked.  Adam was standing next to the other chair.  He didn't seem like he wanted to wait too long for that dance.  Taking one more sip of her drink Marilyn put the half empty?!?! glass down beside an empty bottle of Miller Light.  "Are you sure this table's not taken?" she asked, over the throbbing beat of the dance floor.  Now that she looked closely, there were three beer bottles, a half empty bowl of peanuts and a couple of crumbled napkins. 



Adam nodded.  "It has been my table since I got here.  I'm not sure who threw those napkins on here, or whose beer that is.  I don't drink the stuff.  And I didn't think they served piss beer here. " Moving toward her, he said, "C'mon.  I think this Britney Spears song is ending after a few more lines of Baby, Baby, Baby. "



On the dance floor Adam was a total gentleman.  For three straight songs he he danced, sometimes separate, sometimes holding her waste.  Marilyn was surprised and a little disappointed he didn't try to cop a feel or get closer to her.  She wouldn't have minded the attention. 



When a new song started, with a booming baseline and scratching LPs, Adam slowed his pace and raised his eyebrows.  Before the lyrics from Jay-Z's newest hit started pumping out over the dance floor, Marilyn was following him back to the table. 



"Sorry, " he said, taking a long drink from his beer.  "I'll never figure out how to dance to rap music. "



Marilyn was surprised how thirsty three quick dances left her.  Forgoing the straw she took a couple gulps of her drink.  "I love R&B" she said, not quite sure where that thought came from. 



"That's cool, " Adam said.  "So, have you ever dated a 23 year old before?"



"Twenty-three?" Marilyn wondered if he was talking about his own age.  "I did date 23 year olds, back when I was 23 or 24 or 25 maybe.  Why?"



"You look seriously hot.  And I'd hate to just have those few dances to remember you by, " he said. 



"What makes you think you'll remember me? Or forget me?"



"How could I forget you? You're so hot.  And that naughty school girl look you have going is totally hot," Adam said, standing close to Marilyn.  From where he stood, he could see the beads of perspiration on on her breasts.  He watched as her heavy breathing thrust her breasts outward with every breath. 



Catching where Adam's eyes were gazing, she said "So you like my top?"



"Oh yeah," he said, moving even closer to her.  He was so close his body pressed up against her, his crotch against her exposed thigh, his chest against her left shoulder.  "I'd love to take you to the principal's office about that top of yours.  I'm not sure it meets school dress code. "



Marilyn laughed.  She really hadn't intended her outfit to scream 'school slut. ' She really picked it to make her look younger. 



Taking another sip of her drink, she said, "I'm not sure there is a principal's office around here. "



Grabbing her shoulder, Adam eased Marilyn off her seat.  "Actually I know just where to take you, " he said, leading her away from the dance floor. 



"But I'm not a bad girl.  Honest. " Marilyn knew her protests were half-hearted.  The more rational side of her brain was screaming about just how bad an idea this was.  Fortunately, her legs were under orders from the rest of her brain that was screaming to be fucked.  Passing several booths crammed full of sweaty drinking people, Marilyn realized just how hard her nipples had gotten in the last few minutes.  Walking beside her tall surfer guy, she leaned into him, letting her head rest on his shoulder as they moved toward a sign marked RESTROOMS. 



Six small and unisex restrooms lined a dimly-lit hallway at the rear of the club.  The ceramic-tiled floor in the hallway was a little wet.  A maintenance cart with 'caution wet floor' signs among others sat pushed up against the far wall.  Adam moved away from her for a moment and searched through the cart.  With an "ah-ha" he pulled a bright yellow "Out of Order" sign off the cart. 



Before Marilyn was entirely aware of what happened, she was inside a well-decorated bathroom, her ass sitting on the edge of a sink, her tongue darting around Adam's mouth, as the cloth of Adam's slacks was barely restraining the thick manhood grinding against her crotch.  She worried for a moment someone might come in, even that someone who left the maintenance cart outside the door - that would be the one someone who knew the bathroom wasn't out of order.  Her worry was quickly lost in a muffled moan as Adam's hands slipped under her bra and massaged her breasts. 



Wrapping her legs around his thighs Marilyn thrust her moist panties against his crotch.  Marilyn hesitated realizing how wet she was. 



Adam pulled back from her.  He looked with admiration at what was happening so far.  Marilyn's top was hanging from her right shoulder, only one button remained holding it closed, but that button didn't matter.  Her bra had fallen revealing her pert breasts.  And her pussy. . .  "We have to do something about that, " Adam said, reaching down to her waste with both hands.  Unhooking the clasp on the back of her plaid skirt Adam pulled both the skirt and her soaked g-string down her legs and tossed them aside on the floor.  He then stood back and unzipped his slacks. 



With his boxers pulled down, his thick 9" cock stood at attention.  Tilting his head, he said, "Why don't you come here and do something about this. " His self-assured smile grew as he saw the animal lust in Marilyn's eyes. 



Sliding off the sink she practically ripped off the last button on her shirt and approached Adam naked.  Lowering to her knees Marilyn heard the dim voice of her reasonable brain yelling about how insane it was to do this, how bad an idea it was to suck off some guy at a night club who wasn't even wearing a condom.  She leaned close to Adam's manhood, the scent of it filling her nostrils. 



"Lick it, " he said.  His voice was commanding, but Marilyn didn't need to be told how best to worship his throbbing hard cock.  With one hand she cupped his balls and starting at its base, ran her tongue up to his pre-cum soaked head. 



Running her tongue in slow circles over his cock's thick head, Marilyn barely heard his order of "Now suck it, slut. " She instinctively closed her lips around his cock.  Moving her lips down his shaft her tongue licked furiously at the underside of his cock.  She almost gagged when its head struck the back of her throat.  Worried, she paused.  She wanted to do this right.  She had to do this right.  The fire burning in her pussy had triggered so many repressed yearnings.  All the worries and propriety of a 35 year old financial adviser turned to smoke in the heat of her desire.  Marilyn had to fuck him.  Marilyn had to do whatever it took to please him. 



As Marilyn's head moved up and down his throbbing shaft, Adam twisted her around.  Now, with his tought bare ass leaning against the sink, he said, "Keep sucking it you slut. " Marilyn greedily responded by moving her head faster and using both her hands to run up and down his shaft alternating with her mouth. 



Pulling her up from the floor Adam pinched both her nipples.  In this position he could see the curve of what had to be an awesome ass for someone in her mid-thirties.  Damn this bitch took care of herself, he thought.  Sucking his cock with wild abandon, Marilyn's ass was thrust into the air, her body leaning forward into Adam's crotch.  The position was just perfect. 



Marilyn didn't hear the bathroom stall door open, but she could see it in the mirror above the sink.  Although she wanted to scream in surprise, her lips never left Adam's cock.  Out from the stall she saw a man's face.  He looked familiar.  Continuing to suck Adam's manhood, Marilyn's eyes locked onto the other man in the room.  Adam's voice answered her initial question. 



"Hey Bro!" Adam said.  "You were right about her being a fine piece of ass. "



Marty laughed.  Waiting in the bathroom for the last hour, naked, but for his shoes and socks (in case anyone peered under the stall) he had already jacked off three times out of anticipation.  Up to this moment he had worried Marilyn would bolt out the door upon seeing him.  Instead, the woman who claimed to be shy in person was acting like her 'hot fantasy slut self' from AdultChatNetwork. 



Without a word Marty stepped up and grabbed Marilyn's sweet, sweet ass.  With one thrust he plunged his 7" cock into her dripping wet pussy.  "This bitch is tight and soaking man, " he said loudly.  He worried someone outside in the hallway could hear that, but then figured if anyone wanted to join in the fun he wouldn't stop them.  Just as long as he got off at least once or twice. 



The part of Marilyn's brain what was still reasonable, that was still yelling about how stupid it was to have unprotected oral sex, was now screaming about having a gangbang with the counter clerk from Dunkin' Doughnuts and his 'bro'.  Never in all her years of Catholic school, college, or professional life would she plan something like this for real.  Online in chatrooms for a cybersex quickie, sure, but in person? In person she prided herself on being reserved and having

her impulses under control.  That was how she quit smoking, quit starving herself while modeling.  But this. . . 



Marilyn pulled her mouth from Adam's cock in time to shout "Oh god! Oh yeesssss!"



Keeping her hands jacking off Adam, she moaned. 



"How bad do you want it slut?" half-yelled Marty. 



Marilyn looked up at the smile on Adam's face.  His eyes were wide open enjoying the scene in front of him.  "Say it, " he said. 



"I -- I need you.  I need your cocks deep inside me.  Oh god I'm such a slut! Fuck me hard! Use me! Pleeezzeee!!!" And then Adam grunted and his cock erupted jets of hot white cum.  What cum didn't land on Marilyn's face she quickly took into her mouth.  Lowering her head back onto Adam's cock she greedily sucked the last of the stream down her throat.  As the warm liquid coated her throat she felt Marty pull his cock out of her pussy.  In a moment another jet of hot cum sprayed across her ass cheeks. 



"I think I need the bitch to clean me off, " Marty said, and laughed. 



Adam nodded his head and spun Marilyn around so she faced Marty.  Pulling her hips back toward him, Adam took his still erect cock and positioned it over Marilyn's anus.  As she bent down to take Marty's cock in her mouth, Adam changed his mind and shoved his cock deep into her pussy.  With her anus wet from the cum still drizzling out of his cock, Adam took his meaty thumb and slowly pushed it into Marilyn's anus. 



Marilyn, once thankful that Adam was not going to try entering her virgin anus, couldn't suppress a muffled cry as one of his fingers pushed into her.  As the discomfort went away, Marilyn could feel the piston motion of both Adam's cock and his finger working in and out of her pussy and ass.  She responded by bucking wildly against his crotch and sucking Marty's cock for all she was worth. 



In a moment, the heat within her pussy erupted into a thousand fireworks dazzling her brain.  She couldn't think.  And suddenly another round of fireworks burst in mid-air as waves of pleasure rippled through her body.  A third and a fourth pulse shot from her pussy, turning her legs to jello. 



Adam and Marty helped her to the floor.  Standing above Marilyn's panting form, Adam looked at his brother.  "Want to go for second's Bro?"



Marty sighed. 





"You little prick, " Adam said, raising his voice.  "You couldn't keep from jacking off in that stall for half an hour, could you?"



"But Adam, we'll know where she is.  Maybe I can get old man Foster to close the store early one day so we can do her there. " Marty looked down on his new favorite customer. 



Adam laughed.  He wanted more, but he wanted to fuck Marilyn as a gangbang just like in their chat on AdultChatNetwork.  "Okay Bro.  We could probably give your old boss a round or two with our little fuck slut here.  That would close the store for a while. " Laughing again, Adam jerked his cock back to attention and feasting his eyes on Marilyn's toned naked body, shot another stream of cum onto her breasts. 



Recovering from one of the best orgasms of her life, Marilyn only half listened to the two fuck studs talking.  Between the alcohol and the orgasm, she lay on the floor fingering herself and massaging Adam's. . .  or Marty's. . .  cum onto her breasts.  When the bathroom door finally closed behind Marty, who she noticed was still struggling to get into his button down brown shirt, some of her senses were returning.  Pushing herself off the floor, she leaned on the sink for support. 



Looking long and hard at herself in the mirror, at the cum covering her breasts, she wondered how should could have so let herself go to be fucked by two almost strangers at once.  She smiled.  Just how proper and respectable could she be having done that?



As she thought about getting dressed, the bathroom door opened.  Marilyn turned her head, expecting either Marty or Adam to be back for seconds.  It was neither. 



Standing in the open doorway, with a large smile growing on his lips, Darnell, the club bouncer soaked in every beautiful naked inch of Marilyn's body. 



Marilyn stared at him, the burning in her pussy not quite smoldered out. 



As Darnell stepped into the bathroom, his right hand unzipping his denim jeans while the other pulled off his charcoal gray T shirt to reveal a perfectly chiseled torso, Marilyn dropped to her knees and waited.