At some point, she realized she hadn’t logged in to the site for weeks, getting home late after a night shift she needed to decompress so she got on and checked her messages. This is exactly what she needed to relieve some of the stress. A few new guys were trying to talk to her, but she really just wanted to see what TheTaker had sent her. He had a couple ideas, but they seemed just like the thing they already did, she was looking for a bit of a new scenario. Checking a couple of new rooms she was feeling the next thing would be something where maybe people could see her, a bit more exhibitionist. Sophia had already taken to the occasional braless day, just doing her regular errands, stopping at the bank, food shopping, getting gas. Loving the little it added to her day. Who is looking? Did anyone notice? Can they see through this top?
Her college roommate’s wedding is coming up, but she is getting married back in her home state and Sophia won’t be able to go with her tight schedule. Julie calls and says she will be in Colorado the next weekend and a few of their sorority girls are getting together for a bit of a bachelorette party. Perfect time for dressing a little daring and having some fun. It started out pretty standard — meeting up at a hotel and pregaming a bit before heading to one of the bars they went to in college. Then some downtown club hopping, having so many guys buying them drinks, doing some shots, dancing with each other, dancing with whatever guys are there. At some point the same group of guys had showed up at a couple of the spots they were at and were getting very friendly. The night gets a little hazy, but she does remember the guys telling the limo driver to drop them off at a place that she’d never been before and seemed a little shady for a night club. Turns out it was an underground strip club that was being run at an old industrial building.
Each room had a different stage, the guys were just about throwing money at the strippers to do the wildest things. Finding an empty stage, a couple of the girls in the party jumped up on a stage and started using the poles, having guys throw money at them! But Sophia froze — all the talk about wanting to be seen or to do something with people watching went out the window. Sure, this isn’t the same city she works in, but who knows what people are here she just couldn’t do it. She really had to go to the bathroom — so many drinks all hitting her at once. But this wasn’t the type of place you go by yourself so she drug one of the other girls off the stage (to many boos from the guys) and made her go with her.
It took a minute and a couple wrong turns to find it, but she was finally able to relieve herself, and compose herself a bit. As she was looking in the mirror fixing her hair she saw something strange behind her. “Did you see that? I think someone was looking through there!” pointing to an opening in the partition. They tried looking through, but it was just black and then they looked in a couple of the stalls and realized there were several other openings — these were glory holes! “We gotta go!” as she grabs her friend and find their way back to the group.
The other girls had gotten off stage and for the most part were ready to leave, they did have to find one or two that had gone off with the guys. Back in the limo they dropped the details — a couple blow jobs and one girl got fingered a random guy in one of the back rooms! Sophia was stunned by what they had done — and by what she hadn’t done. They all slept until midday and then spent some time at the pool before all heading back home.
The whole ride home she was thinking how she chickened out with such a good opportunity to expose herself to strangers, and when she logged on she went right to TheTaker to tell him how she failed. He wasn’t sympathetic at all! He actually called her a liar and a phony, saying she’s just all talk and no action. She kept logging in to try and talk to him, but either he was avoiding her or something was up.
A couple weeks later he finally responds to her. But it isn’t what she wanted to hear — he went to the club! You can’t blame a guy, an underground club that has strippers, gloryholes and sluts ready to fuck? Of course he wanted to find out if it was real. He tells her what he did — apparently there are chicks who did man the gloryholes, he got his cock sucked and the girl swallowed his load. Immediately she felt jealous, but why? They’re not dating, she’s never seen his face and the only time she met him he grabbed her off the trail and fucked her in a cave. He also admitted he got involved with a train — she had never heard of such a thing! Apparently one girl just lets whoever gets in line fuck her — she doesn’t know them, she might not even look at them! They can use any hole they want, and put their load wherever they want – he said he blasted her face! Crazy.
But she also is ultra-competitive, you have to be to succeed in the classes she takes and the field she practices. In the past her competitiveness has come out in running triathlons and going to cross fit competitions, but now it is driving her to be the biggest slut for this stranger. She messages TheTaker the exact time and date she will be back at that club — that Saturday night, exactly 11:15pm, manning the gloryhole in the 3rd stall. She is so focused on being better than the girls he found there the first time.
The night came and she got dressed, she had been starting to update her wardrobe with some more tight and revealing outfits. She did of course put her long coat also so she can get out of her neighborhood without anyone noticing. As she’s driving she is excited about doing this, seeing him again (or at least part of him) and has her mind wandering the whole ride down. As she gets off the highway she realizes an important detail — she isn’t sure exactly where the club is. She wasn’t driving last time and was super fucked up, not a good combination for remembering directions.
She was definitely in the right part of town, warehouses, near the waterfront, run down, but it all looks the same. Sophia realizes she’s gone in a circle a couple times because she sees the same gas station on one of the corners. Looking at the clock she is getting too close to her 11:15 time so she decides to pull in and try asking for directions. The clerk looks at her crazy — he doesn’t speak English all that well and as she’s describing where she’s looking for he can’t help her. As she heads back to the car, a couple guys follow her out one of them shouts — “Hey honey, I know where you’re looking for, we’ve been there before.” They were a couple of rough looking guys, “You’re not really supposed to be talking about it out in the open like that, but I can tell you where it is.”