Fuck homework, and fuck Miss Norma! It's been far too long since you've had a legit good time, you deserve the day off.
"What the hell, I'm in," you say, climbing in next to the guy in the back.
"Hell yeah, let's go see some bootie!" App shouts exuberantly. He gets the car rolling, and you are on your way.
You've never known someone as carefree as App. He seems to be completely oblivious of his social role, which is doubly strange for him. His mother gave birth to triplet boys, much to her disappointment. In her bitterness, she had named them Appetizer, Entree, and Dessert, vowing to eat them, in that order, as soon as she gave birth to a daughter. The trio had been lucky enough so far, as their mother had eaten their father when she learned he gave her three boys. App had once told the story as his mother once told him.
"She tortured the poor son of a bitch to death," he had said in his cavalier fashion. "She told us the story a lot, and she got pretty graphic. She'd swallow him, run him through her system and, you know, shit him out. 'Cept he went through so fast he only got a little digested. Then she'd, like, clean him off, eat him again, and burn him a bit more. She loved to tell us about how he screamed and begged and cried. Anyways, after about six times, she just let his head poke out of her ugly fat ass. He was half digested and beggin for mercy. Then, with him stuck up her stinkhole, she told him our names and what she'd do with us when she got a girl. Of course he cried and begged and stuff. But my old lady just sucked him right back up. When he came back out a bit later, he was a big pile of shit."
App had told the story as if it meant nothing to him. That was just the way he was. Entree was the opposite, a nervous, shy boy with a bit of pudge, and Dessert just kind of followed App around.
It isn't a long drive before you arrive at a nondescript building. It didn't look like much of a club to you. When you say as much, App only snorted. "They gotta keep a low profile, or every body there will go down the shitter."
You suppose that makes sense, but you are still uneasy. Years in a vore-torn world have taught you to be wary.
Your unease turns to surpise when the four of you enter the building. It is dark inside, lit only by dancing neon lights and strobes. Music that was utterly inaudible outside is suddenly booming in your ears. The bouncer is a heavy built woman with more muscle than boob and a hard set face. She nods at them, granting them passage. You all ogle her as you pass by, and she smirks, rolling her eyes.
The inside is crowded. Moving bodies are everywhere, dancing, kissing, groping... bouncers similar to the one at the door line the room, staring at the patrons. You eye them warily, but App elbows you. "Loosen up, man. They're here to protect you, not eat you. Find a girl to dance with, yeah?."
Up on a stage, gorgeous women dance and pose, all but naked. Men and women cheer and reach and toss money. Your companions disperse into the crowd, on the hunt for some ass. You stand on the fringe of the crowd, still not quite comfortable with the situation. Everything looks safe enough, but you have trouble dropping your guard. You take a deep breath, trying to get into it. You take step towards the crowd and-
-a hand lights in your arm and you jump. "What is the matter, baby? You don't like it here?" You turn to see a beautiful Asian woman with long brown hair. She's wearing a tight satin dress, blood red. It clings to a massive pair of tits and curves around her wide hips, stopping halfway down her thighs, which are tan and thick. She's probably in her 30's but she's as beatiful as any girl you've ever laid eyes on.
She's smiling at you, full, red lips pulled back over white teeth. She has a sweet, kind face. "You can talk, no?" she prods, still smiling.
You blink. "Uh... Y-yes I can talk," you answer dimly, and she giggles.
"You are cute little boy. Tell Yuki, do you not like it here? You are seeming afraid.."
"No, of.. of course I like it, its fantastic.... I'm just not used to it.... I don't really know what to do."
She presses against you, her breasts mushing against your shoulder. The warmth fron her body makes you shudder.
"Mmm, do not worry. Yuki knows what to do with cute little boys..." the Japanese woman places a hand on your pec and squeezes, then slides it downwards, over your abs, and over your cock, which is already hard with anticipation. She gasps happily as she strokes it softly. "Cute boy's cute cock knows what to do with sexy lady, mm?" She leans in and kisses your ear. "Come with Yuki to her office. We will be alone..."
You are rigid with pleasure and desire, barely able to breathe. "O-office?" You stutter.
"Yuki is owner here. She has nice office to play with cute boys..." Her breath is hot on your face. Her breasts are soft and heavy against you. You lust for her, your member nearly bursting out of your pants.
"Yuki's pussy is hot and wet..." she whispers lustfully, cupping your balls and tugging.
That almost sends you over the edge.
