Volume 2: Club Soda
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As I circulated, nodding politely to the regular members I recognized, or occasionally directing some guest to a particular rendezvous area or sex machine, I thought about my first encounter with the management at the Chromium Shaft Club. There is always a lot of interest in gaining a position in the Chromium Shaft Club; these days, there is a considerable amount of kudos and public admiration attached to such roles. I had been recommended through a mutual acquaintance a scant few months before, and I was overwhelmed to be attending for an audition. Some people have been on waiting lists of years - even decades - before even getting to the interview stage. I had arrived early at the staff door, the automation recognizing me immediately and directing me to the little anteroom I would subsequently learn is used only as a holding pen on staff recruitment days. I hung around nervously in the waiting room with a few other hopefuls. I was only in the room for a few minutes but, right then, it seemed like a lifetime. I had heard about "stage fright" before and I certainly had that churning sensation of butterflies in my stomach. After a while, I noticed that everyone else looked as nervous as I felt. Most of the interviewees had come with a friend - or more than one - presumably for support and encouragement. One sad-looking blond man - probably a Norm - was being comforted by a couple of girls, who were taking turns to suck his limp and flaccid dick in a forlorn effort to produce a hard-on. No doubt the pressure of the audition was already at work, even before it had properly begun. I sat demurely - for me, anyway - on a straight-backed chair, ankles crossed and knees firmly together. I had worn one of my short skirts - longer than most in my wardrobe, perhaps, but still only coming half-way down my thighs and just covering the region where my Norm skin around my ass meets the soft leather-effect of my Marquis Doll legs. One of the group was called - a petite and busty blonde - although I did not hear any announcement. She stood up, tugged her skirt straight and adjusted her décolletage, then unhesitatingly stepped towards the inner door - the one I had not entered by - guided by some component of the PA currently invisible to me. I caught the eye of the poor man who was failing to respond to the increasingly desperate attentions of the girls kneeling in front of him. Realizing that he was probably much more nervous than I was, I smiled widely at him and uncrossed my legs to give him just a flash of the smooth lips between my legs. Then, growing in confidence, I drew back my shoulders and unbuttoned my blouse a little - just enough for him to be able to see my second cunt nestling in my cleavage. Not taking my eyes from his for a moment, I slowly moistened one fingertip on my tongue, then ran it over the lips between my breasts before slipping my finger back into my mouth. His eyes widened as he watched me, and his dick must have hardened too, judging by the appreciative purring noises his two lady friends started to make. At that moment, a sign appeared in mid-air, showing just one word - "Tania" - in shiny chrome letters on a black background. It was the management summoning me, of course. No one else noticed the sign, since it was projected into my line of sight - and only mine - by the pervasive automation. Unconsciously mimicking the blonde who had gone before, I stood up, adjusted my clothing and strode towards the inner door. Madame Maxine, the proprietor of the Club, was sitting in a high-backed chair behind a desk - an extremely traditional setting - in one corner of her office. The desk and chair was lit from above, forming a pool of light; the rest of the room was in darkness, which made it particularly hard to judge just how big the room really was. Maxine beckoned me over and bade me sit in another chair, set precisely opposite her on the other side of the desk. She asked a few questions, more for the style of the thing, I suspected, rather as a real request for information. I answered clearly and as honestly as I could, feeling just a little intimidated - which was almost certainly the intention. I suppose in the historical past there would have been plenty of form-filling at this point - details captured in triplicate on paper, perhaps. Nowadays, of course, practically everything about me was publicly known: my family and friends, education records, what kind of person I like to fuck best, my DNA sequence, who I slept with last night. Everything was available for those who cared to enquire, and all this would certainly - I hoped - have been studied before I was even called for an audition. "Now," she said, "We need to see you in action - how you make new acquaintances and how you entertain them." The formality of the setting was infectious. "Yes, Madame," I replied. "Very good," she said, "Now go and sit over there, and wait for further instruction." Another dim pool of light had appeared, illuminating a large couch finished in dark brown leather in another corner of the room. I stood up immediately, raising my head high and straightening my back, before I walked catwalk-style over to the seating she had indicated, hoping she would like the view of my behind. I sat on the couch, once again rather demurely. The dim local lighting made it difficult to see what was going on. As far as I could tell, Madame Maxine was interviewing someone else, but I could not make out who it was or overhear what was being said. Madame's voice rang out loudly, presumably amplified by the automation. "The audition begins," she boomed, "Show me how you can entertain one another." The lights came up around me, simultaneously illuminating two other places in the room. In a second corner, the busty blonde I had seen entering before me lay sprawled on a couch identical to the one I was occupying. In a third corner, the man with two lady friends from the waiting room was sat on yet another couch, still looking rather nervous. There was darkness where Madame's desk was located, although I had no doubt that she was till sitting there watching. I was determined to put on a good show. I had noted the man's reaction in the anteroom, and reckoned - correctly, as it turned out - he would head for me first. Guessing this, I elected to move towards the other woman, who gave no sign of wanted to bestir herself from her repose. Without a word being said, we converged on the reclining form of the blonde woman. I unbuttoned my blouse and let it slide to the floor behind me as I walked. Unhesitatingly, I knelt and kissed the other woman full on the lips, tonguing her enthusiastically. She responded by grasping my naked breasts with both hands and squeezing my nipples firmly, which made then erect and very sensitive. Her exploring fingers found the extra opening between my tits. She pulled me up so that my breasts were over her mouth, kissing and licking those lips as energetically as she had been embracing my mouth a moment before. The man was by now behind me. I had kept my skirt on, but he slid it up over my ass, forming what was basically a belt around my waist. He licked me between the legs - rather inexpertly, I felt, but with great verve – before kneeling on the couch with his dick on a level with my face and the other woman's tits. Taking the unsubtle hint, we girls took it in turns to suck his penis, which rapidly hardened. His stage fright seemed to have evaporated in the heat of the moment. I made sure I gave the two of them an equal amount of attention, although the blond man seemed to make a point of entering both of us girls in every available hole, if only for a few seconds. He seemed to enjoy taking us from behind, in both places, while standing, practically demanding that the ladies present their various openings to him. While the man was taking me in the rear, holding onto the belt around my waist and pulling me back roughly, I bent forward to lick and finger the other woman's cunt. The girl responded gratifyingly strongly to my attentions, and I was soon able to slip first two and then three fingers inside her, while stimulating her clit with rapid strokes from the very tip of my tongue. She came quickly, the throbbing of her vaginal muscles around my fingers going on for a flatteringly long time; I really am very good at licking women out. The man seemed particularly appreciative of the cunt between my breasts. Shortly, I found myself kneeling and pulled him firmly towards me, forcing him deeply inside me. I hoped he would appreciate the tightness of my opening, and the unusual sensation of his balls running between my breasts. I fucked him increasingly hard, all the time looking up him, never taking my eyes from his for a moment. Meanwhile, the other woman grasped his ass cheeks from behind, licking and fingering his anus. The combined attention was too much for him to last very much longer. He exploded inside me, filling my upper cunt with a huge amount of sticky semen. I got the distinct impression that he had abstained from sex for days. Juddering and groaning, he collapsed on the couch looking extremely satisfied, while I exerted the internal muscles which would draw his cum deeper inside me, finally ending up in my stomach. "Thank you all," Madame's voice rang out again, "You'll be hearing from us." I turned to leave, tugging down my skirt and retrieving my blouse from the floor. I slipped it back on and spent a moment re-fastening the buttons. Suddenly another black-and-chrome sign flashed in front of me which said, simply, "Stay." I realized I had just got a job.
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Part 3