Volume 3: A Shot in the Dark
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The Encounter Suite at the Chromium Shaft Club - more informally known as the Wet Rooms - was kept very dark, the illumination being managed by the automation balancing from moment to moment the various needs and desires of whoever was in there at the time. The suite consisted of a maze of passages, alcoves and small rooms, many of which contained a linked series of pools of warm water. A few were very shallow - no more than a few centimeters deep - while others were deep enough for full immersion. The entire maze was dotted with soft padded mattresses and loungers invariably upholstered in black where, in many cases, one could relax - or at least recline - partially in and partially out of the water. To encourage genuine encounters with strangers, the PA was programmed to only engage when two or more people were fucking. It was not a place for solo machine-assisted masturbation - there are other rooms for that elsewhere in the Club - but somewhere where a few friendly people could thoroughly enjoy each other with just a little help from the technology. As I guided her into the Wet Room entrance, Vicky explained in graphically explicit detail exactly what her needs were. I nodded eagerly as she spoke - her personal requirements sounded like great fun. At the entrance, she kicked off her shoes and unfastened her bra, but elected to retain the remainder of her clothing. Unhesitatingly, I unzipped the uniform miniskirt and slipped off the sleeveless jacket that marks me out as an employee, tossing them to one side. I knew that the PA would retrieve, clean, dry and fold these items, and place them in some convenient spot to be picked up later. Five minutes later, Vicky and I were relaxing on a low couch close to the water's edge. She seemed anxious to explore my breasts and the intimate opening between them. While I leaned back, she licked my nipples alternately, cupping my tits with her hands while sucking harder and harder on each teat. She was gripping me more firmly each time she changed her attentions from one breast to the other, making me gasp with pleasure each time she increased the pressure. I thought I might have an orgasm - a willy-nilly - just from her stimulation of my boobs alone. Before reaching that point, Vicky moved her fingers to the vagina between my tits, which was by now wet and open, and fingered me vigorously and expertly. I came almost immediately, the muscles in my chest spasming tightly around her fingers. "How was that, Honey?" she purred, grinning at my reactions to her touch. "Oh, yes," I breathed in response. Realizing that I had just enjoyed a Guest before I had pleasured her - something that Madame Maxine might well raise a stern eyebrow at - I moved quickly to reciprocate, following that principle that says sexual partners do to you what they want you to do to them. Not always true, of course, but reasonably reliable in first encounters. I gently pressed Vicky back against the couch and moved my mouth down to her breasts, quickly sucking hard on her nipples while holding her breasts - really too large to fit into my hands - and squeezing her teats between my fingertips. Under my ministrations, her nipples grew, and darkened, and then grew some more, ending up as large and as hard as the end of my thumb. The approach of twinkling lights in the water indicated the arrival of the machinery. A Hydra is a multi-headed water snake, and the heads - this particular one had five - poked themselves above the surface nearby. The Hydra are programmed to imitate the actions of people engaging in sexy fun, with the additional feature that it would apply water jets - steadily or pulsed, from a trickle to a flood - or other lubricating fluids, as it deemed appropriate. Two of the Hydra heads that had appeared from the pool positioned themselves either side of my head. I caught their movement in the corner of my eye and pulled back slightly, watching in fascination as the machine's snakeheads pulsed jets of water against Vicky's engorged nipples. In a sinuously smooth movement, one of the heads clamped itself over her left teat, swelling slightly to take in her unusually large nipples and a fair proportion of the surrounding aurora. She groaned as the machine increased the suction, swelling - I imagined - her sensitive erections still further. Following the instructions Vicky had provided earlier, I moved my mount down to lick her clit. A few swift caresses from the tip of my tongue caused it to extend and stiffen incredibly, becoming nearly as big as her nipples. Following the programming, a third head emerged and moved to play its water-jet against her swollen clit. To leave room for the snakes to stimulate Vicky's swollen protuberances, I squatted down beside the couch, then reached out to ease two fingers inside her vagina. The two remaining Hydra heads emerged, one immediately playing its water-jet over my nipples and the cunt between my legs. The other oozed an oily secretion against the vaginal lips between my legs before sliding inside me, where it started pulsing in a way I found ecstatically mesmerizing. The water-jets on Vicky's nipples and clitoris gave Vicky several orgasms in quick succession. I could feel her powerful muscular spasms around my fingers, keenly - if vicariously - enjoying the other woman's pleasures while building up to an explosive climax of my own. I really will have to help out in the Wet Rooms more often!
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Part 2