Luke stood on the balcony, recovering from his intense reaction to the Pigsty and the plight of the poor little piglet-girl. It was all so far outside anything he'd experienced - or anything he thought he might have wanted to experience. But he had to admit it was incredibly erotic and exciting. After a few minutes he calmed and gathered himself. He checked his watch. He still had lots of time before he needed to go meet his wife, Amber, and his ten-year-old daughter, Alicia. He decided he should take Chad's advice and explore more on his own for a few minutes. And maybe he'd go on that 'choosing' Chad had mentioned, whatever that was.
So Luke headed on down the balcony to explore the other observation windows. Halfway down the wall he came to the second, opaqued, observation window. He reached for the button that would make the window transparent, but just before he touched the button he read the plaque next to it. "The Toilet." Jesus! Luke jerked his hand back and backed away from the window. No fucking way! He practically ran on down the balcony to the third and final window on the first wall.
Two people were already standing at the next window, watching the action below. And to Luke's surprise they were both women - one about fifty and the other somewhere between forty and forty-five, it was hard to tell. They were well dressed, well groomed and of course they both sported Platinum Member badges.
Luke considered just rushing past the window, not being comfortable looking down on whatever was going on when there were two women there to see his reaction. But as he hurried by he couldn't help but glance through the window and the sight there brought him up short. He just had to see more! He stepped up to the glass just a few feet from the women, who paid no attention to him at all.
In the room below there were two stages, one to the left and the other to the right. On each stage there were four stripper poles set up. In between the two stages there were about eight men and women, all with Platinum Member badges, lounging about in wide comfortable chairs - most of them with drinks in their hands. On the left stage, four men - no, three men and a boy, were dancing and stripping, using the poles to great advantage. On the right, it was two very attractive and nearly naked women, a girl who couldn't be more than fifteen and, most shockingly, a girl of eleven or twelve - all gyrating and grinding to the music. All of the females, even the little girl, were heavily made up and barely dressed. The men and women, boy and girls on the stages were all very good looking and most moved like professional strippers.
Luke wasn't at all surprised when he glanced at the little plaque under the window and saw that it read "The Strip Club." But this wasn't like any strip club Luke had ever seen. Every few minutes one or the other of the dancers would be pulled down from their stage by one of the patrons, whereupon he or she would start giving a lap dance. And they were very good lap dances! But they didn't end where lap dances usually end - not at all.
The first was a beautiful woman of about twenty who was pulled down from the stage by an older man in a track suit. As she danced in his lap, she allowed him to pull down her skimpy bra and let her large, perfect breasts spill out - whereupon he rubbed his face in them. She pulled a string, and her bikini-style panties came free from her lower half. She proceeded to grind her bare pussy into the man's crotch as she kissed him deeply.
By then a woman from the audience had pulled one of the men down to her lounge chair, where his version of a lap-dance included straddling her form and gyrating his tightly filled gold thong into her face after sliding it up along her body. The woman was about sixty, and chubby, but not obese, and she shivered with pleasure at the attention of the male dancer.
"Are you sure you don't want to go down to the participation level, Evie?" the older woman said to her companion, next to Luke.
"Oh god, he is really hot, isn't he! But, I don't understand - how does he keep doing this for so long? She's like the fourth one in a row."
As the younger woman spoke, down in the room the male dancer had ripped away his thong and his large erection stroked along the old woman's face. Then he backed away from her and produced some oil, which he used to coat his cock - making it shine in the bright, whirling lights. The old woman gasped and put her hand to her chest, then she moved with surprising speed. She stood, turned her back to the dancer, then knelt on her chair. She clutched the back of the chair for support and presented her ass to the man as she leered at him over her shoulder.
To Luke's amazement, the female dancer's lap dance had gotten much more serious too. The dancer had managed to extract her client's erection from his track suit and she'd lowered herself onto it with immense pleasure. She shivered with desire and lust as she fucked herself on the long cock and the man thrust his hips up into her.
"It's just the conditioning dear," the older woman on the balcony explained to her friend. "The male dancers are kept totally horny all the time, but when they fuck they can't have an orgasm. They can fuck and fuck all day, but they never get off - that's how they stay hard all day. But of course, if you really want him to cum - there's a code word." The older woman giggled like a little girl, then regained her composure and continued. "The women dancers on the other hand, they practically have an orgasm before they even get touched. And they're insatiable. Oh, look, there he goes!"
The male dancer grabbed the older woman's dress and flung it upwards, over her back. He roughly pulled down her white cotton underwear and with no further ado he shoved his well-oiled dick deep in the old woman's snatch. She arched her back and moaned in pleasure.
"Oh god, I don't know, I don't think I could - with all those people watching," the younger of the two women said. "But he's so hot."
"But darling, half the fun is doing it in front of people!" the older woman said. "Come on, you'll love it. He'll be ready again, soon."
"Oh, okay, yes! Yes, I will!"
The two women headed to the spiral staircase in the corner as if they'd never even noticed Luke's presence on the balcony. Luke continued watching the erotic action and by the time the two women appeared inside the Strip Club, the two lap dances were over - with the recipients both fully satisfied. The dancers were back up on their respective stages, partially dressed again. Oddly, just after the lap dances, the elder man and woman who'd enjoyed the lap dances met in the middle of the room, exchanged a quick kiss, then left together holding hands. Another of the female dancers was now down on the floor, sucking the dick of a fat, balding man of sixty or sixty-five, and one of the male dancers was grinding his crotch into the breasts of a mousy little woman whose eyes were as big as dinner plates.
Luke was about to move on when two men in the Strip Club audience, both wearing suits, got up and approached the two stages. The thing that caught Luke's eyes was the fact that the two men approached the two youngest dancers: the boy, who couldn't have been much more than thirteen, and the preteen girl. Both of the children looked a bit frightened, but they dutifully followed the men down into the audience and started giving them awkward lap dances in back-to-back chairs.
The young boy was better than the girl at what he was doing. He went through all the right motions, like his older brethren - including grinding his gold thong into his man's face. But the man couldn't wait. He grabbed the boy's butt and pulled his face up against the gold fabric. And seconds later the thong was gone and the boy's small erection was deep in the man's mouth.
In the other chair, the little girl was trying valiantly to lap dance the other man. She gyrated her thin body and slithered this way and that - but it was a pale imitation of what the older strippers could do. In its way the girl's efforts were all the more erotic for their clumsiness and naive innocence. Luke stared in fascination. He knew this was deeply, deeply wrong - but he couldn't tear his eyes away. And worse, thoughts of his pretty ten-year-old daughter, Alicia, flashed through his brain as if someone else was putting them there.
Almost as if she was mirroring the boy, the little girl thrust her little crotch into the man's face and ground it against him. But he, too, was impatient and in a moment her tiny thong was torn away and the man's tongue was exploring her small, hairless slit as she grasped the back of his chair and arched her back. Luke gasped at the sight, then imagined Alicia there in the man's lap, with all that sexy makeup and those high heels and her pussy filled with...
Luke tried to pull his eyes away from the depraved scene, but he couldn't do it.
The first man pulled away from the boy's hard, small cock, and said something that Luke couldn't make out. The boy reached down and freed the man's cock from his suit pants. From somewhere he produced a glistening oil, which he used to quickly coat the man's cock. The man was biting his lip and gripping the arms of his chair as the boy fondled his cock and his balls.
The little girl shivered her thin body from head to toe before her man let go of her tiny butt and removed his tongue from her cunt. She let the man tear away her skimpy top to reveal her flat chest before she also fished around in his pants and removed a sizable erection. As soon as she had it oiled and gleaming in the bright disco lights, she poised herself over his lap, facing away from him.
The boy was facing away from his man too, his small feet on the man's legs and his arms braced behind him. The little girl took the same position. Both men grabbed their lap dancers around the waist and held their well-oiled, throbbing erections to the children's tiny butts. Neither child screamed as the big cocks were forced, slowly but inexorably, up into their anuses. But they arched their bodies, they gasped, and their arms flailed out wildly.
Every eye in the Strip Club, like Luke's, was pinned to the pair of children as they were butt-fucked in the center of the club. Each man wrapped his arms tightly around his child and thrust up into a tight ass, over and over, with force and energy. A cheer went up around the room - 'well done,' 'give it to her good,' and 'that's it!' - as the men both fucked their childish lap dancers.
At a word from one of the two men, they both rotated their chairs until they were facing each other. They never stopped thrusting up into the children's asses, even as their knees came together - but the two children were thrust forward, to embrace each other. The children seemed to know what was expected of them and they began to kiss, passionately.
Luke realized that he was once again hard as a rock in his pants. It was unbelievable. This whole place was incredible, amazing, beyond his comprehension. Shaking, unsteady, and horrified with himself, he reached out to press the button and make the window opaque. But he couldn't do it! He couldn't tear his eyes away. What was it with this insane place that made him want, no NEED, to see these incredible acts of depravity.
The two men redoubled the pace at which they fucked the tight, young butts of the little girl and the boy. They were obviously straining to keep from cumming, to prolong the excitement and pleasure. Finally, they shifted their positions, subtly, pulling the children back apart again. The boy leaned back, arching his back and taking the long cock even deeper into his body. The pretty girl flopped forward, forced to rest her hands on the other man's knees. Without any provocation she took the young boy's erect cock into her mouth. As the boy was invaded from below his hips were forced up and down so that he fucked the little girl's mouth with his thin pole.
The two men groaned audibly as they came, deep in the bowels of the two children. The boy clenched his fists around the arms of the chair and moaned incoherently. At a word from the man buggering him, he was allowed to shoot his load into the little girl's mouth. On and on it went, until finally they all collapsed into a pile of spent, sweaty flesh. The rest of the participants in the Strip Club applauded with enthusiasm.
Luke finally pressed the button to make the window become opaque before some other amazing act of eroticism grabbed his attention. He stepped back, trying to get a grip on himself. At this rate he was never going to make it around all four sides of the room. And besides, he needed a break - his brain and his crotch needed time to calm down, reassess, and readjust.
Looking at his watch, Luke saw that it was almost nine-thirty. Maybe Chad's 'choosing' would give him a chance to recover. He walked to the spiral staircase in the corner of the room and descended to the lower level, where he walked, tentatively, towards the information booth in the center of the large room.
