20 comments/ 83729 views/ 96 favorites The Ultimate Sex Club By: bb1212 First the warning: This is not a true transsexual story, but this category is the closest one to the subject matter, so here it is. The story contains trysexual concepts. Trysexual is a homemade word based on the old saying 'I'll try anything once', and I have extended it a fair way in this story. So if you don't like gay, anal, mild incest, restraint, transsexual or S&M references then please try reading something else. This work is entirely the product of my twisted imagination, and any similarity with any real person or place is purely coincidental. If a place like the Ultimate Sex Club really does exist, and if there is a person like Halyn there, please let me know, I can pack my bags very quickly. I have designed this to be a stand-alone story and I don't intend to do a sequel, however you never know. There are so many more possibilities at the Ultimate Sex Club... This work is subject to copyright and it may not be reproduced or reposted without my express permission. BB1212 Sam held the small plain business card cupped in her hand as she looked hurriedly around to see if anyone was watching her. Nobody was, so surreptitiously she looked at it again. The Ultimate Sex Club Delightful Discrete Safe Exclusive No Judgements Hendersville uschendersville.com Blushing brightly Sam quickly put the card back into her bag and she found the billfold that she had been looking for when she had noticed it. She went to the counter and paid for her coffee. "You OK Sam?" Seth asked. She must have still been a bit flushed. "Never better," she replied quickly, "I have the whole day off today." "Lucky you." He sounded jealous, and she waited for him to say more, but instead he turned to the next customer. Sam's mind was racing as she walked away. The early morning summer sun already had some bite and the intermittent shade from the trees that lined the quiet street made it like a bright light flashing on and off as she walked past. But Sam didn't notice. Where had the card come from she wondered? She certainly hadn't seen it before. Sam was paranoid about her personal privacy and security. She had to be. She always locked her car everywhere she went, even when it was parked safely in her parent's garage. She always double locked the house doors. Her bag was always zipped shut and the zip was always clipped down. She even wore her bag at the front where she could see and touch it all the time. So when could someone have put the strange card in her bag? Sam didn't notice the admiring glances she drew as she walked. She never did, because she did not see herself as beautiful. In the classic film star sense she wasn't. She was tall and very fit, her reward for the many hours every week that she spent working out in her father's gym room. He never used it anymore, so she had the total privacy she desired. Although she had lustrous medium length light brown hair that showed highlights of blonde in the sunshine, and very pert C cup breasts (Sam would not call them tits, that was far too coarse), Sam's facial features were strong rather than soft, and she thought she looked too masculine. But whenever she was out eyes would follow her. Finally the answer came to her. The lingerie party, that must have been it. Sam cursed Pernice yet again. Pernice was supposed to be Sam's best friend, but even she didn't know Sam's secret. Pernice was beautiful, funny, flirtatious and very promiscuous. She wanted Sam to be the same and she saw her friend's virginity as a barrier that needed to be overcome before Sam could really enjoy life. But she had absolutely no idea... A week earlier, and very reluctantly, Sam had gone with Pernice to a lingerie party. She knew she wouldn't enjoy it but Pernice could be very persuasive when she really wanted something, and Sam had nothing else to do. So Sam went, and she watched as Pernice and the rest of the 'in' girls there giggled and tried on the gloriously revealing and skimpy undergarments that Sam would have loved to wear but didn't dare. Then Sam watched as the sex toys were brought out. At first all the girls were embarrassed, and they looked nervously at each other. Sam had felt relieved for a short time, but then, inevitably, it was Pernice who changed it all. "That one is about Bradley's size," she said, talking about the captain of the football team. "That one is more like Warren," Fran said, pointing at a slightly smaller one. Soon Sam was glowing with embarrassment as the girls started sorting the items into the starting formation of the school football team. "That's sort of like Gerry, but his twists over to the left," Sandra said. "Yeah, it's weird, but oh boy it works well," Heather added, and all the girls broke into gales of laughter. Well, all the girls except Sam. "See what you're missing Sam?" Pernice said, and Sam flushed even deeper as all the girls looked at her with what she saw as pity. Fortunately for Sam their attention was quickly drawn away from her when all of the girls were presented with a small paper bag that contained a catalogue, a party order form and some small samples. "Glow in the dark condom," Fran giggled, "when would you see it?" Pernice grabbed Fran's hips from behind. "Not now," she said pushing her pussy against Fran's ass. "Now," she said, pulling back. "Not now, now, not now, now..." the girls chanted laughing uproariously as Pernice simulated sex with Fran. "A little sachet of lube," Gail exclaimed, after they had stopped and calmed down again, "when would you use that?" "Good for anal," Sarah said, and Sam cringed at her bluntness. "Or Robbie," Pernice said and the girls laughed again. Sam looked quickly at the massive toy in his position. Nothing that big could ever fit into her pussy, she was sure of that. She was totally embarrassed and she hurriedly put the paper bag into her shoulder bag and then zipped it shut. Sam had thought that she had found all of the items that had spilled out of the paper bag later, and she had carefully discarded them in a bin in the park while nobody else was around. But she must have somehow missed the card. As Sam walked down the street she could have sworn that she could feel that small piece of cardboard weighing her bag down. The Ultimate Sex Club. Was it what she thought it was? But, more importantly, was it what she needed? Sam knew she didn't want to be like Pernice and the others, who she just thought to be slutty, but on the other hand she didn't want to be a virgin any more either. It wasn't like she hadn't had offers either, but she just couldn't face what would be revealed when it finally did happen. She walked quickly towards her home, her mind in turmoil. Hendersville was more than an hour and a half drive away, and that should be far enough away to ensure nobody there knew her. That meant that if it went wrong she could just cut her losses and never go back there. The card in her bag felt heavier. Sam looked at the web site with a critical eye. Her major was web design, and she could immediately see that someone had spent a lot of time or a lot of money to make sure this page looked good and gave at least the outward appearance of respectability and security, even if it was getting a bit dated. Unlike most web pages this one didn't have navigation tabs across the top. You had to go through all the pages one by one just using a 'next' or a 'previous' button. The first page simply said in plain gold text on a maroon background 'USC Hendersville', and there were two buttons, one stating 'I am 18 or above', and the other stating 'I am under 18'. Sam nervously clicked the first button, she was nineteen. 'Welcome to the Ultimate Sex Club website' the next page said, 'are you really 18 or above?' Sam clicked the 'Yes' button. 'About Us' was the title on the next page. 'The Ultimate Sex Club is an exclusive club run by James and Mary, who are both doctors of medicine. The purpose of the club is to allow people to experiment and to express their sexuality in an environment that is safe, clean, comfortable and non-judgemental. The club opened in 1998 and currently has in excess of 300 financial members.' Damn, Sam thought, exclusive usually means expensive, I'm not going to be able to afford this. She only worked three nights a week as a waitress at a small café, and there were times when she could not even afford to put petrol in her car. Just the fuel for the drive to Hendersville would have been expensive to her. Absently she pressed the 'Next', and the rules page came up. Rules: No alcohol or drugs (and no admittance if you are affected by alcohol or drugs) No cameras, phones or any recording devices allowed past the change rooms No means no What happens at USC stays at USC Leave your prejudices in the change rooms with your clothes Financial members only (except on our annual 'bring a friend' night) No unprotected sex A new condom must be used for every entry All members must produce new sexual health check certificates every three months (James and Mary will do these for $10.00) No money or items of value may change hands between members in exchange for any activity Sam pressed the 'Next' button, thinking that it all sounded reasonable, and the next page was 'Images'. Initially she was worried, but thankfully there were no people in the images. What they did show was a variety of views of an opulently decorated establishment. Sam looked in amazement at the size of the bed in what was called the group party room. She did not think that sort of thing was for her, but the smaller, more intimate, rooms also looked lovely. Sam sighed, and hit the 'Next' button. Events: The club holds an event every Wednesday and Saturday night. Between 6.00pm and 7.30pm there is social interaction only, providing the opportunity to get to know your fellow members. This time also gives you the chance to view all of the rooms on the premises. After 7.30pm it's time to party. The finish bell sounds at midnight and the premises must be vacated by 1.00am. Each month there is at least one special themed event; see the member's calendar for details. Sam nodded. Wednesday would work because she had the afternoon off. Saturday night she worked, so she couldn't attend then. Again she pushed the 'Next' button. 'Membership Fees', popped up, and Sam groaned. Once only joining fee - $50 Annual membership fees Single men - $500 Single women - $200 Couples (1M, 1F) - $500 (Must always arrive and leave together) Transvestite & Transsexual (no bust) - $400 Transsexual (with bust) $200 Hermaphrodite (Intersex with both M&F organs operational) - $50 Attendance fee (paid at each event attended) - $20 (higher for some special events as detailed in the calendar) Sam stared at the screen, not quite believing what she could see. Maybe she could actually afford it after all? She should be able to find $130 and enough for petrol if she worked some extra hours and saved the money. Sam's pussy was throbbing with excitement. Finally there was recognition of her predicament that was not negative. She was in the category that was charged the lowest membership fees, and that made her one of the most desirable people to this club. Her hand slipped under her summer dress and into her underwear. She moaned as her fingers slipped past her flaccid penis and sought her clitoris. Sam masturbated herself in an unhurried and deliberate manner. Her parents were both at work and she had the house to herself, so she could take her time and savour it. She considered going and getting her favourite vibrator, but that would mean she had to stop, and it was feeling so good. She didn't need penetration to reach orgasm. As she felt her arousal building she increased the pace of her movements, and made more firm contact with her most sensitive female part. She liked to just brush it lightly in the beginning, creating a tiny tingle of anticipation and then she would build the sensations up slowly. She teased herself for half an hour, and then Sam moaned in anticipation as she felt her peak approaching. Sam writhed in climax, gasping for air in between moans. She loved her female orgasms; they were longer than her male ones, and more gentle. She had never tried to explain it to anyone, but being a weekend surfer she likened a female orgasm to riding a good wave. It was a long run of ecstatic feeling that started slowly and faded away gently. In contrast her male orgasms were more like riding the wave but then being suddenly dumped. They also started slowly but instead of riding the wave, the wave took over and when it decided it was time it consumed Sam totally. It was more sudden and in that one moment of orgasm far more intense. Male orgasms left Sam feeling drained, female orgasms left her feeling tired. Sam gently squeezed her penis as she moved her hand back up, but it didn't react. She knew from experience that she could be aroused as a female or a male, depending on the circumstances, but it had never been both at once. She took a deep breath and looked back at the computer. She asked herself, do I really want to do this? Yes, she replied, I do. Sam pressed 'Next'. Joining procedure: Do you want to become a member of the Ultimate Sex Club? If the answer is yes then we have gone as far as we can without direct contact, so here is what happens next. Ring us on the number below and we will arrange a time for a telephone interview. After a successful telephone interview you have 2 options. 1.Send us a current health certificate and your membership fees. 2.Come and see James or Mary for a professional sexual health check and pay for your membership at the same time. Once you have been accepted you will get a members calendar. You must book your first visit so that James or Mary can show you around and introduce you to some other members. After your first visit you can attend any event without notice. Please note, your membership guarantees you entrance to the club, it does not guarantee sex. Sexual interaction is entirely at the discretion of individual members. Any member who coerces, or attempts to coerce another member will be immediately and permanently banned from the club. Membership fees will not be refunded. The only exception to this rule is when both members have agreed to a role play and the club safe word has not been used. Next there was a phone number. Sam picked up her cell phone and dialled. She did it quickly before she had time to think about it and change her mind. "Hello?" The voice that answered was that of an older male. It was a gentle voice. Sam breathed in. "Uh, hi, I was after James or Mary," she said nervously. "I'm James, how can I help?" "I'm, uh, interested in joining the club," Sam said quickly. "The Ultimate Sex Club?" James asked with a smile in his voice. Sam swallowed. "Yes," she said with a squeak. "Don't be nervous, you will not be forced to do anything. Now what is your name?" "Sam," as soon as she said it Sam wondered if she should have made up a name. Maybe she should have called herself Pernice? "OK Sam, how old are you?" "I'm nineteen." "Good. Just so you understand we have to see your ID on your first visit to ensure we do not break any laws." "Oh." She hadn't expected that. Did she want them knowing who she really was? "Do you have a current sexual health certificate?" "Oh, uh, no. I've never..." Sam's voice trailed off. "That's OK; do want to get one from us? We are both practicing doctors, so you have the choice of a male or a female." Sam thought of having to see her family doctor and of the humiliation she always felt with him. Would she get a sexual health certificate from him? Never. "Uh, yes. With Mary please." "OK. Now, how did you hear about us?" "I got a card at a lingerie party, er, I think." "Oh, good. Yes that is quite a productive recruiting method for us. Now are you aware of the costs?" "Yes." "Good, ten dollars for the health check, fifty for the joining fee and two hundred for a single woman makes two hundred and sixty, OK?" "Uh, no, I'm not really a woman, I..." "Oh, I am terribly sorry; your voice is so feminine. Do you have breasts?" "I... yes." "That's fine; a transsexual with bust is also two hundred so the price is the same." Sam took a deep breath and finally admitted to a stranger on the phone the secret she had been keeping from everyone except her parents and her doctor for her entire life. "I'm a hermaphrodite," she just blurted it out. There was a very long silence. "Really?" James sounded dubious. "Yes." Once again Sam felt the shame and she seriously considered hanging up. "Both sexes are operational?" "Yes, er, given the right... stimulation..." Sam was glowing red yet again. "That," James said hesitantly, 'is wonderful." "It is?" "We have never had a true hermaphrodite member at the club, and to be honest I wasn't sure if they actually existed." "I, uh, hope I do..." Sam said lamely and James actually laughed. "OK," he said, "we will confirm function as part of the health check, so that will be on the house." "Really? That's great. I'm still a student so I don't have a lot of money." "Sam, if you pass the test as a true hermaphrodite then your joining fee is waived and we'll give you the first year's membership free." "What? Why?" Sam suddenly wondered if there was some sort of trap or scam involved, people don't give people they don't know something for nothing. "Honey, if you really are what you say you are you will be our absolute star attraction." "I will?" "Definitely, now when can you come in?" "I have today off, and then..." "How about three this afternoon?" James asked quickly. Sam looked at her watch. "Oh, uh, OK." James gave her the address, reassured her a bit and then hung up. Sam shook her head. What the heck had she just got herself into? Being a very careful person Sam looked at the address and did her research. She found the clinic James had nominated in the phone directory and on line, and it appeared to be legitimate. Two of the doctors were James and Mary Flanders, so she researched them too. They were not on Facebook, but they were listed on a few medical sites and seemed to have very good reputations. They were both in their late fifties and Sam wondered if the whole setup was an elaborate scam for them to find young people for sex. But Sam knew she was young and she wanted sex, so she reasoned it didn't really matter. If James didn't interest her she didn't have to do anything with him did she? Twenty minutes later Sam was standing naked in front of her full length mirror, still wet from her shower, and she was examining herself critically. Her breasts were on the small side of a C cup, but they were pert. Sam liked the word pert; it was a good positive word. She liked her breasts too. They were big enough to play with and small enough not to get in the way when she was surfing or exercising. She always wore a bra, but her breasts were very firm and she could easily have got away with going without. She turned side on. Yes, pert. Her nipples were very sensitive, and they too were a touch on the small side, maybe 80 percent female sized and twenty percent male sized? That was also fine by her because her sexual appetites were about eighty percent female and about twenty percent male. Sam lived as a female. She dressed as a female and thought of herself as a female most of the time. When she had her female appetite she looked at well-built men and imagined what it would be like when they kissed her, caressed her, sucked her nipples and her pussy, but most of all she imagined what it would be like when they made love to her. But when the male appetite took over Sam looked at all the pretty girls in their tiny skirts and tops, and imagined what it would be like to kiss them, to play with their ripe young breasts and to slowly ease his aching penis into their eager young pussies. The Ultimate Sex Club There had even been those very uncomfortable times when Sam had looked at Pernice with male desire. Just the thought brought Sam's male side out and his penis swelled slightly. He knew it wasn't a huge penis, particularly compared to the Robbie sized monster sex toy at the party, but at five and a half inches it was still bigger than quite a few of the football players, if the girls estimates at the party were anything to go by. Sam's penis was uncircumcised because his parents had left it that way when he was born. They hadn't known how to deal with his differences, and eventually they had just left him as he was, so he could choose for himself when he was old enough. Sam hadn't let any doctors anywhere near his groin since the awful battery of examinations and probing and prodding that he had endured in the name of medical science when he was twelve. Sure, it had all been professional, but it had also been so demeaning. His current GP tried to convince Sam to resume the tests every time he went to him, but Sam was having none of that. He hoped desperately that Mary was not going to be so pushy. Still side on Sam grinned slightly. His penis was standing at half mast, pointing straight forward, and it looked so strange on his toned and athletic female body. He liked his body, but he didn't trust others not to treat him like a freak. Again. His penis eventually softened and the female returned. Sam's legs were long and slender, and she didn't seem to need to wax them any more frequently than her friends. She touched her jaw. In her opinion her face was more of the rugged and manly type than pretty. She had a firm jaw, a strong nose and piercing grey eyes. At least she had never started to grow facial hair, so that was a relief. With straight shoulder length hair and a long fringe she felt that she looked, well at least... acceptable. She turned back to the mirror and stared at her reflection intently. "I," she announced determinedly, "am going to go through with this." Then she looked at the clock, squeaked, and rushed to get dressed. "I have a three o'clock appointment to see er... Doctor Mary," Sam said to the receptionist nervously. She had arrived five minutes early and had not needed to go over the speed limit to achieve that. The girl looked at her monitor. "Ah, you must be Sam, and it's your first time here right?" "Yes." "Please fill this out," the girl said cheerfully, handing Sam a clipboard that had a sheet of paper and a pen attached to it. Sam filled out the form, which had the usual questions that a doctor asks on the first visit. "Sam?" a voice asked, and Sam looked up at a trim older lady with short greying hair. The lady was smiling. "Oh, yes," she said. "I'm Mary, please come through." "Oh... um, the form?" Sam asked, showing Mary the clipboard. "You can bring it with you," Mary said, and she turned and walked away. Sam followed nervously. The consultation room was pretty much the same as the consultation rooms that Sam had been in elsewhere. There was a small desk, and Mary sat on a chair behind it waving Sam to the other chair next to it. There was a shelf with various medical books and a small bed against the opposite wall. "James tells me you want to join the club," Mary said, and Sam nodded. "He also said you told him you are a hermaphrodite," Mary continued, and Sam nodded again. Mary looked confused. "Really? You don't look like a hermaphrodite." Sam shuddered. Back to the freak show she thought, getting angry. "What is a hermaphrodite supposed to look like, seeing as you have never had one at the club?" she asked tersely. To her surprise Mary laughed. "My dear," she said, "you are absolutely correct. How would I know? I'm so sorry; you must have endured a lot of torment growing up." Sam relaxed a bit. "I did." Mary read the form that Sam had filled out. "Can I please see some identification?" she asked, and Sam handed her driver's licence to Mary. She looked at it, nodded, and handed it back. "For a complete sexual health certificate I will need you to disrobe totally, are you comfortable enough to do that here or would you like a robe and a change room?" Sam shrugged. "You are going to see me naked and more anyway," Sam said, and she unbuttoned her shirt. "Wonderful," Mary said, looking back at the clipboard, "when you have undressed just lie on the bench and let me know when you are ready." Sam undressed quickly, neatly folding her clothes as she took them off. Then she lay down nervously. Her shivers weren't just because of the slight chill in the air. "Um... ready I guess," she said, and Mary looked up from the form and smiled reassuringly. "It's all right dear," she said, "I don't bite," and Sam nodded. Mary took a couple of steps and she was standing over Sam. "My, my," she murmured, "legs up and apart please," she said louder, and she put on some rubber gloves. "If any of this gets too uncomfortable just say so." Sam closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Mary's touch was soft and gentle. She touched Sam's leg gently and moved slowly up to her penis, instead of just grabbing it roughly as the other doctors had done. She kneaded it gently. "Can you get erections?" she asked. "Yes." "Orgasms?" "Yes. Um, male and female." "Really? That is amazing, you are so lucky." Sam opened her eyes. Mary looked sincere. Sam had never had anyone tell her she was lucky to have been born the way she was before. "Do you ejaculate when you orgasm as a man?" "Yes." "Wonderful, but no testicles." "I was told they are internal," Sam explained. "Are you able to father children?" "I don't know. I haven't let a doctor examine me down there since I was twelve." "Oh dear, did you have a bad experience?" "Yes." "Thank you for trusting me." Sam nodded. Mary lifted Sam's penis out of the way with one hand and gently prised her pussy lips apart. Sam jumped when Mary lightly brushed her clitoris. "My, we are sensitive down there aren't we?" Sam nodded. "I wouldn't suggest a piercing then," Mary said and Sam giggled. She had never even considered that. "Vagina is normal?" "I always need lubricant, but that's the only thing wrong as far as I know," Sam said, and Mary smiled. "A lot of women experience that problem," she said. "Are you sexually active?" Sam cringed. "Um, not with other people," she said quietly. "I can see it would be hard to find an understanding partner," Mary said sympathetically. "That is why I want to join the club," Sam explained. "Good idea," Mary agreed. "I would like to do an internal examination too, is that OK?" Sam hesitated and then nodded. Mary lubricated a finger and gently pressed it into Sam. "You are very tight dear, I wouldn't suggest any of the larger penis's on offer to start with," Mary advised. Sam nodded, trying to ignore the unusual intrusion. Sam had used sex toys before, but that was to provide herself with sexual stimulation. This was somebody else who was inside her for a totally different reason, and it felt uncomfortably different. Mary probed for a short time and then withdrew her finger. Sam was relieved when she did. "Everything seems to be in order," Mary said, "so we'll just do the scrape, get a sperm sample, do the blood test and that will be it." Sam's eyes opened wide. A sperm sample? How were they going to do that? Even if Sam had been in her male mode, Mary was certainly not the sort of woman that interested her, and Sam knew her male side didn't respond to pornography. Mary had turned away to pick up something that looked a bit like a small cooking utensil, so she didn't see Sam's reaction. "This may feel a little uncomfortable," Mary said, and she inserted the thing gently into Sam's vagina. Sam felt a slight scratching feeling and a minor stinging sensation, and then Mary withdrew the item and put it into a container. "About a, er, sperm sample..." Sam said. "Yes?" "I don't think I can." Mary looked surprised. "It is done in a private cubicle and we can give you some stimulating literature," she suggested. "That doesn't work for me," Sam explained, "I can't control when the male side appears." "Oh... well then maybe... no." Mary said, looking very unsure of herself. It was the first time Sam had seen a crack in her professional manner. "Maybe what?" Sam asked. "No, I was thinking of something else, but we will give you the container and you can get the sample at home next time it is possible. Then you just bring it in." "I live in Armidale," Sam said, and Mary frowned. "That is a long way to come back with a sample," Mary conceded. "What was the other idea?" Sam asked. "Prostate stimulation," Mary replied. Sam was on her knees on the bed, leaning forward with her head on the pillow. Her teeth were clenched and her eyes were tightly closed. She shuddered as Mary applied the cold lubricant to her asshole, and wondered yet again if this was a good idea. Mary had explained the procedure in detail and she had also said that it would be an extremely good test to see what male parts Sam did and didn't have. Sam wondered what Mary thought about what she could see. She was pushing her finger gently against Sam's tight entrance, slowly working the lubricant and her fingertip in. Below that she would be able to see Sam's pussy through her light dusting of pubic hair. Below that again her penis was dangling down. "Ungh," Sam grunted as Mary's finger pushed harder. "Just try to relax dear," Mary suggested, "a lot of people find this to be quite stimulating." Sam could understand why. It hurt, and it felt uncomfortable but there was also a kind of illicit pleasure to it. But she didn't know how she could possibly relax when someone was putting their finger up her ass. She grunted again and instinctively clenched tighter. "There, it's in now," Mary said eventually, "we'll just let you get used to it before going to the next step." Sam knew what the next step was, because Mary had explained it all in detail. She would insert her finger and then try to find Sam's prostate gland. If she had one and it was normal she would stimulate it gently, and this would cause Sam to ejaculate into the container that was at the moment between her knees on the bed, but which Mary would hold in place. Sam was doubtful. Mary said she could ejaculate without even getting an erection, but how could that possibly be? Sam jumped, and the male side rose. "There it is," Mary said unnecessarily, as Sam's penis twitched. This was a feeling that was totally foreign to him, but it was nice. More than nice. "Mmmm," he moaned as Mary gently touched his prostate again. The pain and discomfort from Mary's intrusion had gone, and it was now replaced by a rather pleasant tingle, but further inside the prostate stimulation was divine. Sam was trying not to moan too loudly as Mary slowly increased the pressure on his prostate. It was still very gentle, but it felt like Mary was rubbing directly on the ends of all of the nerves in his groin at the same time. He was experiencing involuntary twitching movements combined with exquisite pleasure. It was simply sensational. And then he came. All of a sudden Sam felt the rush of semen through his still quite soft penis, and he moaned in ecstasy as his sample shot in strong spurts neatly into the jar that Mary was holding. Sam was shaking uncontrollably and he felt like he was going to collapse. Gently Mary withdrew her finger, and Sam felt empty and quite sad that it was gone. Mary put the sample jar down and peeled off the rubber glove. She then held the jar back in position and gently squeezed Sam's penis from the base to the tip to get the last drops out. Sam shuddered even more. "Lay on your back dear," Mary suggested, "I think you need to rest after that." As Sam lay there slowly coming down from the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced a thought occurred to him and he snorted. Sam's female side returned. "Are you all right?" Mary asked. "I can't help but think," Sam said as she started to giggle, and then that turned into laughter, "that here I am, one of the few people in the world with sensitive breasts, a working penis, a vagina and a clitoris, and the first time that I have ever orgasmed at the hands of another person it was without any of those things being stimulated at all." Mary joined Sam in her laughter, and handed her a soft paper towel to wipe up with. As the afternoon sun threw long shadows across the road Sam smiled and hummed along to the radio. She was happy. Mary had been both understanding and professional, and just as James had promised her it hadn't cost Sam a cent. One big positive was that Sam now knew for sure that she was going to change doctors, and that unlike her previous doctors Mary would be understanding and supportive. The other big positive was that she knew that within two weeks she would be eagerly welcomed into the Ultimate Sex Club. This no longer made Sam nervous, it made her excited, and she just couldn't wait. Even the perennially self-absorbed Pernice noticed the difference. Monday. "You seem really happy Sam, did you get laid on your long weekend?" she asked over a chicken Caesar salad in the café at lunch time. "Not yet," Sam said without thinking, and Pernice choked on her food. "Have you got a boyfriend? Wow! Spill!" she demanded, but Sam just smiled. "I never kiss and tell," she said with a grin, knowing how this would infuriate Pernice. "You have to," Pernice said, "I always tell you." "True," Sam admitted, "but I never ask you to." "You have to," Pernice insisted, pouting. "Can't, it's a secret." Sam replied. "Got to go or I'll be late for class." Wednesday. "Come on Sam, tell me who he is." "I can't, Pernice, it's a secret." "Is it Hunter? I've seen him look at you." "It's a secret," Sam insisted. "Oooh, it is Hunter!" "No it isn't." "Then who is it?" "Not telling." "I don't believe you've really got a boyfriend." "Oh darn it. Busted." "C'mon, who is it?" Friday. "Did you leave school with Adrian yesterday?" "Yes, so?" "Eeeew, why would you want him as your boyfriend? He smells!" "He isn't my boyfriend." "Really? Then why did you go home with him?" "I didn't, I was going to work and he lives near there so we walked together." "I'm going to find out; you might as well tell me." "No" "Awww, Sam, please?" "No." Monday. "Are you going to tell me?" "No." "Fine then. Do you want to know what I did with Jack last night?" "No." "Well we drove down to the lake, and I was so horny that I blew him in the car where anyone could have seen us..." Tuesday. "Hello?" Sam said, answering her phone. "Hi Sam, this is Mary from the club." "Oh, hi Mary." "Your tests were all good; you can come to the club whenever you want." "Fantastic." "How about Saturday night?" "I have to work, is there an event tomorrow night?" "There is, but can you get here for the introduction session? Six o'clock would be best." "I have Wednesday afternoons off, so yes." "That's great; we can give you the calendar of events when you get there. James is really looking forward to meeting you." "Oh, um, do you guys... sort of..." "You want to know if you have to have sex with us first." "Well, yes." "At the Ultimate Sex Club, sex is only ever what you want, when you want and with whom you want. Unfortunately one of the few choices you don't have is James and me. We run the club but we are monogamous, and we never participate." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Don't be, lots of people ask." "Um, what do I wear?" "Tomorrow is a normal night, so just come in your street clothes, we give you a robe to change into before you go through. Some of the nights are themed costume nights, but that is all in the calendar." Sam sat in the car watching the clock. It was five fifty two and she was incredibly nervous. Tonight is the night she told herself. I'm going to meet a cute guy, and we are going to go all the way. She smiled at the irony, because she always thought of Pernice as a bit of a slut. This was because Pernice would almost always put out on the second date and sometimes even on the first if she thought the guy was hot enough. And here was Sam planning to have sex in a couple of hours with someone who she still hadn't even met yet. The two story building looked like any of the other factories in the street. If there hadn't been a sign saying 'USC -- members only' Sam would have thought she had written down the wrong address. There was a car park around the back and Sam nervously drove in. There were three other cars there, and they were all luxury models. Sam wondered just how exclusive this club really was. There was a light on above a door, and some strategically positioned screens to ensure that the neighbouring buildings could not see the people waiting there. Sam locked her car, drew a deep breath and walked to the door. There was another sign saying 'Members Only' above a button. Sam pressed it. She was, after all, a member. Then a random thought occurred to Sam. She was there to find a member, and she had her own member tucked away, but how could they let women in if they didn't have a member? She giggled at her own absurd thought and of course it was right then that the door opened. A tall and very tough looking older man in a T shirt and jeans answered the door, and he looked at Sam disapprovingly. She stopped giggling, a bit put off by his stare. "Can I help you?" he asked. "Oh, um, yes. Can I see Mary?" she said hesitantly, wondering if she should just run away. He stared a bit more. "Name?" "I'm, um Sam," she said, and the man's manner instantly transformed from threatening to welcoming. "Really?" he said smiling widely. "I'm so pleased to meet you, I'm James. Come in." James held the door open and Sam walked inside. The short entrance hall was brightly lit, and it looked sumptuous. The maroon walls had gold edging and Sam was walking on a very plush carpet. James led her towards two intricately carved wooden doors at the end of the hall, but then turned through a side door almost at the end, and they went into a small office. When Sam walked in behind him James turned to her. "If you don't mind me saying so you look nothing like I expected. You look like a pretty young girl." "And not at all like a hermaphrodite," Sam said, sighing. "I know." "But for what it's worth," she added, "you look nothing like I would expect a doctor to look like either." James smiled. "Yes, sorry about that. We sometimes get kids ringing the bell for a dare or something and I try to look tough and frighten them off." "Uh huh." They looked at each other for a moment. "You really have both...?" James looked very uncomfortable all of a sudden. "It's OK James; Mary explained that you guys don't get involved. If you really want a professional look that's fine but I'd rather wait until I was undressed anyway." James smiled. "That would be great," he said. "Thanks." He reached into a drawer and took out a booklet and a large mostly gold coloured pendant on a gold chain. He handed her the booklet first. "This is your calendar of events," James said. "We have the normal events twice a week but there are also themed events throughout the year as well. Some are seasonal, like our Christmas Party, some are special interest related like our ladies only and men only nights, some are competitions like our stripper night and the blow job survivor night, and some are costume related like our lingerie nights, masquerade night and the very popular toga parties." Sam was scanning the program as he spoke. The Ultimate Sex Club "Ancient God's night?" she said curiously. "Yes, we get Roman, Greek, Norse, Egyptian, Aztec, well, all sorts. Some of the costumes are exceptional." "I could come to that one as Herm-Aphrodite," Sam suggested, and James both grinned and grimaced at the same time. "This is your membership pendant," he explained, handing her the heavy gold item, "and you also use it to let other members know what you are interested in. I'll show you how it works in a moment, but you might be happy to know we had to get this specially made. In this club it is unique, just like you." "Oh," Sam hadn't realised this would all be so organised. James explained further. "You might have seen our logo, that's the circular 'U' containing the letters 'S' and 'C'," James said, pointing out the centre section. "Uh huh," Sam agreed. "The coloured dots around the outside of the logo represent the equipment that a member has," James said, and Sam was a bit confused. "Equipment?" "See the pink dots?" James asked. "Yes," Sam said, looking at three pink circles, one with a letter 'P' in it, one with the letters 'MM' in it and the other with the letters 'FM' in it. "Pink means the member has a vagina, so normally that means a female," he gave Sam an apologetic smile and she smiled back. She was well aware that she was different. "The 'P' means you want a penis in your vagina, the 'MM' means you want a male mouth on it and the 'FM'..." "Female mouth," Sam said, smiling. She liked this system already; it explained things without having to say anything. Maybe. "How do you show which you are interested in?" she asked. "I'll show you that in a moment," James said. Sam nodded. "The blue dots mean the member has a penis," James said and Sam couldn't help giggling. "A member with a member," she explained as he looked at her quizzically, and he nodded, "and usually male," she added. "Yes," James agreed, "you have the only pendant in the club with both pink and blue dots." "Special," Sam said and James smiled. "Very," he agreed. Sam looked at the letters in the blue dots. "'FM' is female mouth, 'MM' is male mouth, 'V' is vagina, 'MA'..." "Male anus," James said and Sam grimaced. "'FA' female anus," Sam said, and James nodded. "The red dots mean your mouth," he said. "Penis, vagina, male anus and female anus," Sam said, reading the now obvious letters. "Yes, black is the anus." "Penis, female mouth, male mouth." "Right, and the green ones are the others. 'BD' is bondage and discipline," he said, and Sam raised an eyebrow. "We have dungeons; I'll show them to you shortly." A doorbell rang quietly, and Sam looked toward the door and then back at James. "Mary will go and look through the peephole," he said, "if it isn't someone we know she will come and get me." "OK," Sam replied. She liked how well run the club was, and she was hoping they would not be interrupted. "So," James said, getting back to the pendant, "the 'G' is group sex of some sort, the 'T' is toys, 'X' is for exhibitionism and the 'F' is fetish." Sam's mind boggled, but an obvious question occurred to her. "Right," Sam said, "so what am I when it comes to a mouth or, er, something?" She didn't think she wanted to offer her ass just yet, but it was on the pendant. "We can't cover everything," James said, "but we do have quite a few transgender members, and they have found that a direct question solves it." "Hi, I'm Sam and I have both female and male bits, can I suck your..." "Exactly," James agreed, "the members are almost always polite." "Uh huh," Sam said nervously. "That reminds me," James said, changing the subject quickly, "we suggest you choose a new name to use while you are here. We don't want members to find you outside the club unless you want them to." "Good idea," Sam said, "I'll think about that." "Good. Now you asked how to show the other members what you are interested in," James said as he picked up a small syringe like object with a button on the side. "Just position this over something. Um, what do you want tonight?" Sam blushed. "Penis in vagina I suppose," she said, and James put the nozzle over the pink dot with the 'P' in it. He pushed the button and a drop of liquid fell into the dot creating a glistening dome. "Anything else?" James asked, and he handed Sam the syringe. She looked carefully, searching her desires. Sam put a drop of fluid into the red 'P' and another into the pink 'MM'. "I think that should do it for a first time," Sam said. "OK, after thirty seconds you can put the pendant on. We can remove the drops or add more next time," James explained. "Have you thought of a name?" James asked, but Sam hadn't. She took a deep breath. "No, let's go and get the inspection over with first." "Are you sure? You don't have to." "I'm here to show it off I suppose, but let's hurry up and do it before I change my mind." James took Sam out and through the twin doors into a foyer. There was an unattended reception counter with some of the syringes and a couple of small tubs of liquid on it. There were three change rooms leading off one side, labelled 'M', 'F' and 'T', and James led her into the 'T' room, explaining that the transgender members had requested a different change room after a few of the overly straight members had made them feel uncomfortable. There was nobody else in the room. James showed Sam how her pendant was matched to a locker and opened it electronically. He handed her a lightweight maroon robe and asked if she wanted him to leave while she got changed. When she said no James turned his back and Sam removed her clothes, putting them in the locker with her bag, and then she put the robe on, but didn't close it at the front. Sam looked at James' back. Even though he was much older than her, his short cropped hair was still all black. He had the muscles of a body builder, and she had to admire the way he filled out the tight T-shirt. Looking down she saw he also had an ass that a man twenty years younger would be proud of. Sam decided he looked hot, and she was here to have sex why shouldn't she at least get an appetite with someone who was safe? Quietly she lay on a narrow bench, and she made sure her robe fell open fully. "Ok," she said huskily, "come and check it out." James turned, and then stared when he saw her. "Wow," he said, and he stepped over to her. She had told James that she was nervous, and he was very careful to ensure she knew what he was going to do and he always confirmed with her that it was all right. A strong hand closed on her penis gently, first examining it thoroughly, and then pulling it up so he could see her feminine parts clearly. With his other hand he lightly touched her pussy, spreading her lips to see her opening. She wondered if he would use his finger to enter her, and realised that was what she wanted. But he didn't. Instead he ran a finger up her slit and lightly stroked her clit. She shuddered. "Do that again and you have to finish the job," she gasped, and he smiled. "Much as I would love to, I never have any sexual relationship with the members," he said, "but thank you very much for letting me examine you, and also for the very generous offer." He smiled. "Do you want a quick shower?" he asked, and Sam knew she should. "Yes," she replied. "I will wait outside; try to think of a new name." She nodded. "Halyn," she said, and James turned around. "Um, sorry?" "Halyn. That can be my new name." She pronounced it hay-lin. "Oh, er, good. Um, that's quite unusual, can I ask why?" "I checked on my phone and it is a non-gender specific name that means unique," the newly named Halyn said. She had decided that while she was in the Ultimate Sex Club building she would both think of herself and refer to herself as Halyn. "Perfect," James agreed, "Halyn it is, now let's go for a tour and then after that we can meet some of the members." Halyn was amazed by the club facilities. There was a huge main area with a number of comfortable couches scattered around, some large screen televisions on the walls and a good sized dance floor complete with a couple of poles if that was the sort of dancing you wanted to indulge in. There was an adjoining bar where you could get mocktails and other non-alcoholic drinks, and also light snacks. This area, James explained, was for socialising only, and any activities that were more intimate than holding hands and chaste hugs and kisses were banned. There were a few staircases and a lift leading off the main area to the upstairs party rooms. Upstairs Halyn was shown the huge group party room that she had seen on the web site as well as other party rooms of different sizes for two people and for more. The rooms were all tastefully decorated with the common things to almost all of them being a lot of mirrors, small tables with bowls containing condoms and lubricant, and the bed surfaces which were all a soft vinyl like material with a spray pack of antiseptic and disposable wipes nearby. Some of the party rooms were 'wet rooms' set up for shower sex, soapy massages and the like, one just had two massage tables in it and another had an assortment of slings and very strange shaped chairs. Halyn wondered if some of the furniture came with instruction manuals, it looked like they might be needed. James took Halyn to a room that looked like a school classroom, complete with desks and a blackboard. "This is our fantasy room," he told her, "every three months we change the theme." "Oh, um, what sorts of themes do you have?" "Some of the ones so far have been the inside of an aircraft, the boss's office, a prison cell, a theatre stage, a casting couch, a hospital, cars at the drive in and so many more." "Wow," Halyn said, "so many fantasies," and she giggled. James looked at her curiously. "I know a joke that would be perfect for the theatre theme," she explained. "Do tell," he said dryly, so she did. "This guy is talking to another guy, and he says 'I used to have a great acting job at the Royal Shakespeare Company.' Second guy asks 'so what happened?' First guy says 'I misread a stage direction.' Second guy says 'what direction was that?' First guy says 'the one that said, enter, Juliette, from the rear.'" James just shook his head. There were also other areas including two dungeons, one very small for two people only and one quite large for bigger groups. Halyn looked in awe at some of the equipment in the dungeons, first wondering what it was and then deciding she didn't really want to know. Halyn was stunned with the cinema area which had a huge screen that would soon be showing erotic movies. This did not have chairs, just bed sized mats, and James explained this is where the exhibitionists came to couple and the voyeurs came to watch. The rules there were that nobody could be turned away, it was a public area, but also there was a three foot limit unless the voyeur was invited to come closer, to touch, or even to join in. Again Halyn shuddered and wondered how people could do such wild things. Halyn asked James at one stage how they managed to keep the club going. She knew there was a reasonable income from membership and admissions, but she didn't think it would be enough to cover both the premises and the running costs. James explained that he was considered to be the white sheep of his family, and he was the only one with a respectable job. Most of his male relatives found themselves on the wrong side of the law as a career choice, and the club had previously been a high class brothel run by a drug dealing uncle. When his uncle had finally been taken out by a rival in a drive-by shooting James had inherited the building. He did not want to keep it as a brothel, so he had started the club just to cover costs and make sure the place did not fall to ruin. He said it was too much fun for too many people now to try and change it, and he and Mary really didn't need any extra income anyway. James showed Halyn another large room which contained a sunken ring. This, James said, was where they occasionally ran jelly wrestling events. The next room had some cubicles with what James called glory holes through which people could have anonymous sex. In the middle of that room was 'the barrel', a piece of equipment where a person could be shut into the device and the only part of them that was visible from the outside was from the top of their bottom down to part way down their thighs. As they were folded forward, James explained, it provided ideal access for anonymous people to come and use them without being identified. "How," Halyn asked, "do they stop people from doing what they don't want them to?" "We have a safe word", James explained, "and that word is orange. If you say that word then whoever is doing something with you must stop. So if you were in there and were allowing vaginal access only, then if somebody tried to use your anus you would just say the word. All of the party rooms are wired with sound recognition and if somebody says that word twice within ten seconds then the alarm will sound and help will be here quickly. Please don't try it out to see if it works, we test every day to ensure it does." "What do the security people do if the door is locked?" "The door locks are to prevent members intruding on other members; our security staff can override them in an emergency." There were also three different sets of upstairs toilets, and even three very well equipped first aid rooms in case of minor injuries. Halyn finished the extensive tour feeling impressed, but also very daunted. From having the simple desire to find someone to have sex with, she had now been exposed to levels of sexual deviancy that she had never known existed. Some of this was quite disturbing. "So," James finally said, "are you ready to meet some members?" Halyn nodded and they went back to the main area. James looked around and saw a tall man and a small woman standing together chatting. Like the other half a dozen people in the room they were only wearing the maroon robes and they seemed to be totally relaxed. James and Halyn walked over to them. "Tom and Carol, this is Halyn." James said, startling Halyn a bit with the use of her new name. "Halyn is a very special new member and it is her first time here." "Hi Halyn," Tom said, "and welcome." "Thanks," Halyn said, checking him out. She decided that Tom would have been in his early to mid-twenties and he was an absolute hunk. He had the healthy build and the straggly blonde hair of a surfer, and his face was strong. His bright blue eyes seemed look straight into Halyn's mind, and she could feel the colour rising in her face. "Hi Halyn," Carol added and with relief Halyn turned to her. "Hi Carol," she said, looking at the petite girl. Carol had olive skin and short, straight black hair that seemed to sweep across her face. She had a very pretty smile and had an air of cuteness that Halyn found to be appealing. James excused himself and left the three of them talking. Halyn was very attracted to Tom, but she could see that he and Carol were together, so she didn't pursue that thought. She glanced at Tom's pendant and could see glittering highlights on the blue 'V', the blue 'FM' and the red 'V'. Carol's pendant had the matching pink 'P', pink 'MM' and the red 'P'. "Um, Halyn," Carol said suddenly, "you seem to have a, er, faulty pendant. It has blue dots as well as the pink ones." Halyn steeled herself. She knew she was going to have this conversation a lot tonight. "It's not faulty," she said, and Carol looked surprised, "I am a hermaphrodite, I have, um, girl bits and boy bits." "Really, that's... uh oh, look out, the shark has spotted the new meat," Carol suddenly said. "Careful here," Tom said, "he always targets the new ones." "Because they don't know he's hung like a cashew and lasts five minutes maximum," Carol added. Halyn looked at the man approaching. She estimated him to be in his forties and he had a solid build, running to chubby. He had a dark tan and long curly black hair. With a gold chain on his wrist and another around his neck he looked like an ageing playboy. "Hello beautiful," he said, in a voice that sounded like he was trying just a little too hard, "where have you been all my life?" Halyn groaned internally. She immediately found him to be repulsive. "Hi Francis," Tom said, this is, uh..." "Halyn," Halyn said, seeing him struggling to remember her name. "Halyn, what a beautiful name," Francis said, turning the charm up to eleven, "what say you and me head upstairs at half past and see if we can become better acquainted?" Halyn's stomach turned, she'd had some bad offers before but this was going for the gold. "That depends, Francis," she said sweetly, "how big is your cock?" She heard Carol snort back a suppressed laugh behind her. "I think you'll find it is plenty big enough to satisfy you," Francis said, with a sudden nervous edge to his smooth voice. "It's just I never have sex with a man who has a smaller cock than I do," Halyn said. She could see that Francis had the blue 'FM' and the blue 'V' highlighted, and she didn't pick him as bisexual. "Huh?" Francis said. He stared at her pendant and suddenly looked even more confused. Grinning Halyn pulled her robe open at the front and Francis' eyes bulged in surprise. "Oh," he said uncertainly, "look there's Delilah, I've, uh, got to go," and he made a beeline to a woman on the far side of the room, not quite running but very close to it. Carol and Tom were trying hard not to laugh out loud as he hurried away. "That was beautiful," Carol said. "Oh yeah," Tom agreed, "well done Halyn." Halyn knew she shouldn't have done it, but she felt good that she had. "Anyone else I need to watch out for?" she asked. Halyn spent a few more minutes talking to Tom and Carol before Mary saw her and came over to them. "Hi, um..." "Halyn," Tom said quickly. Halyn thought he was trying to make amends for forgetting earlier. "Halyn," Mary agreed, "It's good to see you again." "You too Mary," Halyn replied. "You've met James, Carol and Tom already, anyone else?" "Francis," Carol said with a giggle, and Mary looked at Halyn, who tried to look innocent. "Tell me later," Mary said to Carol, and then she turned back to Halyn. "Come and meet Harold," she said, "he's quite new too and he is very keen on the more exotic members." Halyn said a reluctant brief goodbye to Tom and Carol and followed Mary toward a pleasant looking man who she guessed to be in his early thirties. Harold looked average. Average height, average build, average face and average hair. To Halyn he looked more like the neighbour who would help you out if you had car trouble than someone who would come to club looking for sex. Then Halyn smiled at her own thought. If she was going to make those sort of judgements then what did she look like? "Harold meet Halyn, Halyn, Harold," Mary said, and Harold smiled a welcoming smile. "Hi Halyn," he said in an average voice, "are you new?" "First night tonight," Halyn admitted, "does it show?" "Just a little," Harold said, "but everyone goes through that." Halyn looked at Harold's pendant, and was surprised to see every dot on it highlighted. It seems Harold was a little above average when it came to sexual adventures. He in turn was looking at Halyn's pendant in surprise when another voice chimed in. "Hey," the girl said, "do you really have a cock?" "Easy Delilah," Mary said, "should we try introductions first? This is Halyn, she is new tonight." "Oh, hi Halyn, I'm Delilah."