The Slime Pit at The O Club

Sally's hidden yearnings are brought to the surface when three of her friends convince her to go with them to experience The Slime Pit at a local place called The O Club.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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Sally Winters was standing in the middle of her college dorm room slowly shaking her head from side to side. She couldn't believe what her dorm mates, Kelly, Tawana, and Julie were asking her. "No!" she said loudly in disbelief. "I don't want to go down to The O Club with you tonight and experience the divine decadence of The Slime Pit."

She raised her left hand with her pointer finger extended upward. "One," she said, "I'm not into girls."

She raised her middle finger, "Two, I'm not into pubic sex."

"And three," she said as her ring finger joined the other two, "... and this is perhaps the most important... there is NO way I am going to spend the two hundred dollar cover charge as a guest at a private club- no matter how exclusive it is- just so I can slide around in a bunch of slime with a couple hundred other naked women."

"So it all comes down to money?" said Tawana with a sly grin.

Julie laughed and said, "I'll bet if we paid your way in, you would join us in a minute, wouldn't you?"

"I'm not saying that I would," answered Sally, looking down at her bare feet squirming on the floor, "but the two Benjamins are a major part of my reason for not joining you."

"You ARE going with us, Sally," Kelly replied as she raised her hand to match Sally's. "And there are three reasons that you will." Her pointer finger was now extended upwards as Sally's had been.

"One," said Julie, "you are into girls, and everybody knows it. You have been checking out the other coeds every chance you get since the day you arrived here at the university."

She laughed and smiled broadly at Kelly's open mouth and now very wide open eyes. "Didn't think we noticed, did you?"

She laughed again and said, "Do you know what the girls in your gym class call you behind your back? They call you Cliff, that's spelled CLILF, and stands for Closet Lesbian I'd Love to Fuck."

Sally tried to stammer out something, but Tawana cut her off with, "Two..." Kelly raised a second finger, "... you may or may not like public sex, but you sure as hell like showing off your body in public."

Tawana held up her cell phone with an image displayed. She put it in front of Sally's face before starting the video and saying, "Campus police have been trying for months to figure out who 'The Midnight Flasher' is. They almost caught her on her last run through the quad because she posted when she was going to do it in advance on the school message board."

Her voice became sarcastic as she continued,"The cape and full mask are a nice touch, and you have almost everybody totally baffled as to who you are. But we've seen you in the shower and you have a very distinctive birth mark on your ass."

She swiped the phone to switch to an enlarged capture image from the video. "See," she said, "it shows up really nice under the lights as you run down the sidewalk back into the darkness."

Sally stood silently with her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Kelly held up a third finger as she, herself, said, "And three, tonight is an open invitation night for new members at The O Club. There is no cover charge for anyone as long as you are either joining the club or are willing to be in the lottery to be a pole girl. There are going to be four or five hundred girls there, so the odds of any of us ending up on a pole are 250 to one."

"You like girls," Kelly said as she closed one finger. "You are a closet exhibitionist," she added as she closed the second finger. "And you ARE going with us to The O Club tonight to experience the Slime Pit." Her third finger closed and she held her balled up fist in front of Sally's face.

Sally dropped her arms to her side and slumped her shoulders in defeat. She started to say something else, but Kelly cut her off. "Put on your green sun dress," she ordered. "And nothing else. You have to be naked to get through the front door anyway."

Again, Sally started to say something, but Kelly once again cut her off with a loud, "No arguing. You're coming with us if we have to drag you down there naked."

For a moment the thought, 'That works for me,' flashed through Sally's mind and a smile flickered across her face. But since she never told anyone her secret wicked thoughts, rather than saying that, she groaned out, "Ooooo K, if that's my choices, I guess I'm coming willingly."

"Oooh," said Julie with fake excitement. "Can we watch you cum?"

Kelly again groaned loudly and said, "I'm GOING with you, OK? Just let me get changed and we'll go."

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The O Club was the newest favorite nightclub for the sexually adventurous elite of the city. From the outside it was a very low-key type of place that blended in very well with the warehouse area in which it was located. There were no flashing signs or garish neon arrows marking the entrance. In fact, unless you saw the simple sign next to the entrance to the parking lot, you would never notice it. That sign said simply. "O Club Parking Only."

There was very strict security that kept anyone under the age of eighteen from even getting through the outer doors which faced the parking lot. There weren't even lines outside the doors to attract attention because, except for proof of age, anyone could come into the huge, open area that served as a lobby.

Once inside the lobby, however, there were much more stringent requirements. Those who didn't meet the inside bouncer's appraisal, or who chickened out after they saw exactly what the club was, were ushered out a side door into the alley so that they could walk back to the parking lot.

Assuming that you passed the bouncer's inspection and that you didn't flee in fear, you passed through a set of doors into an inner lobby. That still didn't get you into the club. Every time you came to the club, before continuing into the club rooms themselves, members and guests had to sign a paper saying you were there of your own free will and you knew that nudity was expected. There was also a release form saying that you knew that pictures might be taken of you and that those images were the property of the club to do with as they pleased. Those short forms were followed by several pages of other fine print that went on and on and ended with a another place for your signature and the signature of two witnesses.

Almost no one ever bothered to read the full form. They signed the first portion and then accepted the explanation of the security woman at the desk about the rest. She said to each person, "That first part is primarily proof you know what kind of club we are and that we are taking pictures and video. The rest is mainly legal stuff so you can't sue us if things don't turn out like you think they should."

For Sally- whose form seemed to be a slightly different color and had an additional page for signatures- she added, "At Club O, we treat you like a big girl who knows exactly what she is doing."

She then looked directly into Sally's eyes and said, "You DO know what you are doing, don't you?"

When Sally didn't immediately answer, she pointed to the side exit, "If you don't know what you're doing, honey, or aren't sure you really want to do this, there's the door."

Sally angrily took the pen from her hand and signed the paper. "That's my girl," said Kelly with a laugh as she wrapped the blue ID bracelet around Sally's wrist.

The club, itself, was divided into three areas with two "O Poles" in the lobby in front of each area. Since this was an inner lobby, the poles were not visible from outside the building. All six were currently empty.

"The Slime Pit" was part of area FF. "The Roman Baths" was a similar facility in the MM area. HA, the heterosexual area, was actually on the second floor overlooking both The Slime Pit and The Roman Baths. It had a huge hot tub recessed in the floor toward the back of the building as well as many other champagne glass shaped plexiglass hot tubs scattered throughout the area. There were also several smaller hot tubs and slime pits located on- or actually in- small balconies that encircled both The Slime Pit and The Roman Baths.

Those tubs had a glass side facing inward so that people in the tubs could see everything that was going on in the areas beneath them- and, of course, everyone beneath them could see exactly what was happening in the tubs.

Men were not allowed in the FF area and women were not allowed in the MM area, but Female-female or Male-male couples were permitted in the HA area. To insure that someone didn't accidentally end up in the wrong area, there were thick, glass, swinging doors across the entrance to each area. Etched into the glass were the designations FF, MM, and HA. On the FF doors it said, "No Males Allowed." On the MM doors it said, "No Females Allowed." And on the HA doors it said "Everyone Welcome."

"Forty years ago, this wouldn't have been possible," said Tawana as she pushed open the FF door to enter that area of the club.

"You mean a black girl and a red-headed Irish girl couldn't go into a club together except in a joke?" asked Julie with a laugh.

"That too," replied Tawana as she joined her laughter, "but I meant this whole club. When my parents were in college, they shut down a club here in town because a stripper's tassel came off when she got it whirling too fast. Now- as long as the owners pay the proper taxes- anything goes."

"The world has indeed changed," said Kelly. "There are now four states, including this one, who legally allow voluntary sexual slavery... again, as long as you have purchased the proper license and pay the yearly taxes for it."

"Why would anyone ever agree to being someone's slave?" replied Tawana, shaking her head.

"Oh," answered Kelly, "I don't know. Some girls are just submissive at heart and get off being dominated and made to do things that they otherwise couldn't bring themselves to do." She turned to Sally and added with a smirk, "Isn't that right, Sally?"

"Uh..." stammered Sally, turning a deep shade of red, "I guess so." She was very glad that they hadn't yet reached the clothing check area so the girls could not see that Kelly's comment had caused her nipples to spring to full attention and her cunt to become glistening wet.

Kelly suddenly swirled around and put her hands on Sally's shoulders. "Take it off," she said sternly.

"What?" Sally stammered out as her face drained of all color.

"The dress," answered Kelly. "Take it off so we can check it. You have to be nude from this point in."

"But we are still in line," whined Sally. "Couldn't I wait until we actually get to the check room? That's where it says 'No Clothing Allowed Beyond This Point.'"

"We could wait until then," Kelly responded, "but you won't. You will take it off NOW and hand it to me!"

"What about my purse?" Sally asked holding the small clutch up with both hands.

"It goes into the check room with your dress," answered Kelly. "... so you might as well hand that to me too. You don't need it. If you get a drink or whatever, they just scan your ID and it gets put on your credit card. That's why you had to show the card when we came in."

"Oh," said Sally as she pulled the dress over her head and stood there naked next to her three friends. She turned slightly pink as she realized that everyone else in line was waiting until they actually went into the clothing check room before they disrobed. A familiar tingle surged between her legs as she watched the people in line turn to look at her. There was a slight draft in the hallway and she felt the coolness of the air as it blew across the moisture between her legs. That sensation caused her to look down at herself and she turned even redder as she realized that her erect nipples and now sopping wet cunt were totally on display to all.

"Somebody is liking this already," said Julie as she reached up and stroked one of Sally's breasts.

Sally intended to say, "Stop that!" but instead all that came out was a soft moan.

"Save it for the pit," ordered Kelly.

A few minutes later, they reached the open counter and Sally's three friends also shed their dresses and handed over their purses. Once inside the FF club room, Kelly pointed to a table near the wall and said, "I'll buy the first round. Let's loosen up a little before we go get slimy."

Julie, Tawana, and Sally sat down at an empty table while Kelly went up to the bar to order. She was back moments later. "They're backed up with the opening rush," she explained. "They'll bring the drinks out to our table in a few minutes." She then set a small red cube down on the table.

"There's no number on it," said Sally. "How will they know which order is ours?"

"Welcome to the twenty-first century," laughed Julie. "There's an RFID chip in the tag and the waitress has a locator built into her tray."

"Oh," said Sally, still not quite understanding how the waitress was going to find them.

A few minutes later, a waitress approached the table. Like all of the women in the club, she was naked... almost. She, like all the other waitresses, was wearing 4" black, stiletto heels and shiny, vinyl-like stockings that came up to the middle of her thigh.

"She's at least got a little bit of clothing on," said Sally, "but she looks more naked that we do."

"That's the idea," said the waitress with a smile as she set a tray laden with drinks on the table. "It also makes me stand out in the crowd."

On the tray with the drinks was a small black box that was flashing "FF41."

"That's our table number," explained Julie.

Kelly held up her wrist and said, "Scan it for five for the tip."

"Want to go double or nothing on the tip if I can guess who gets which drink?" asked the waitress.

"Why not?" answered Kelly, matching the waitress's smile.

"Double Jack on the rocks for the woman in charge," said the waitress as she placed a drink in front of Kelly.

"Rum and coke for the dark Jamaican beauty," she continued as she set the second drink in front of Tawana.

"White wine for the pale Irish lass," she said with a laugh as she set the wine glass in front of Julie.

"And, of course," she finished, "a blue band special for our newbie blue bander."

As she set the fourth drink in front of Sally, Kelly raised her wristband and said, "It was worth the extra five to see the expressions on their faces... especially hers." She pointed at Sally.

The waitress scanned Kelly's wristband and then picked up the little box from the table and set it on her tray with the remaining drinks. The flashing number on her tray immediately changed to FF23 and she hurried off.

"What's this 'newbie blue band' stuff?" Sally asked as soon as the waitress had stepped away from the table.

"Newbie means that this is your first time here," Kelly answered. "The blue wristband means you belong to us. We three have already signed the paperwork to become members, so you are here sort of as our guest." She patted Sally's hand. "That is OK with you isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Sally answered quietly.

"What's in the drink?" she then asked, holding the blue band special up to look at it in the light.

"No alcohol," answered Tawana. "Since we are effectively members, the age restriction doesn't apply- that's a weird loophole in the law- so we can have real booze. But it doesn't apply to someone beneath us."

Sally was going to ask about that "beneath us," comment, but Julie cut her off by continuing, "It's just some soda water, a little flavoring, a little blue coloring... and some very special herbs and stuff like that to help you relax and get you all horny."

"Oh, OK," Sally replied as she took a tentative sip of the drink. It tasted wonderful and the herbs, or whatever they were, felt so soothing on her tongue and throat. "You sure there's no alcohol?" she asked again.

"No," they answered together.

"Promise... you're sure?.. no alcohol?" Sally continued. "... cause if they help me relax, I might be having several of these tonight and I don't handle alcohol very well."

"There's no alcohol and I'll buy you as many as you want," said Kelly with a laugh. Just relax and enjoy the evening.

They were about half-way through their drinks when a dozen small spotlights began sweeping throughout the room. "It's time to select our first pole riders for tonight," said a deep male voice. Sally thought his voice sounded familiar. She knew that she had heard it somewhere before, perhaps from a game show or commercials on TV.

"Our first lucky rider is Tracey Douglas!" the announcer gushed as if presenting the grand prize for the day. The twelve lights suddenly converged on a young, blond girl sitting at a table with four other women.

She stood up and waved to the crowd as four women in black jeans and T-shirts approached the table. The back of the shirts said "Security" in bright neon yellow letters that probably glowed in the dark. The women themselves looked like they had just stepped off the set of a "Dykes on Bikes" porno film. They were massive and probably could have individually taken care of anyone in the place, if necessary.

The blond stood in the middle of them as they walked toward to the entrance. She continued to wave to people as the spotlights followed her out the door.

"How did they know where she was sitting?" Sally asked. "And how could the spotlights follow her like that?" The surprise and puzzlement showed clearly on her face.

Tawana held up her wrist band. "RFID chips," she said. Then she lowered the tone of her voice and said in almost a deep rumble, "Big Brother is watching you."

Kelly and Julie laughed, but Sally looked at her wrist with furrowed brow. "They know exactly where I am?" she asked quietly. Her three friends just laughed even louder.

"And our second winner for the night... " came the voice of the announcer. " is an involuntary rider. And that rider is... ..." He drew out the word "is" for several seconds before exclaiming, "Wendy Blake!"

"No!" came a shriek from the slime pit as the spotlights zoomed in on a well-endowed brunette who was intertwined between another brunette and a redhead.

"Wendy is already a member," the man continued in his game show announcer voice, "but the checks for her dues payments bounced the last two months, and that puts her at the top of the list for our involuntary pole riders tonight."

As the four security women waded into the pit in pursuit of Wendy, who was now trying desperately to climb the wall into the HA area, Kelly leaned over to Sally and explained. "One of the poles is for volunteers. You can pay your dues, or even your bar tab, with time on the pole."