Date: Wed, 16 May 2012 16:21:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com> Subject: AGE OF WANATONNESS 9 This is a sexually oriented fantasy set in the future. The author does not condone the activities depicted. He only describes what might occur, given the premises upon which the story is based. Skittish readers should use caution. Minors should move on. Sexual activity is explicitly detailed. Please take time to comment. macoutmann@yahoo.com AGE OF WANTONNESS by Macout Mann Chapter 9 Mike arrives at Anything Goes promptly at five and finds Stiles in his backstage office. "Ah, Mike!" Stiles welcomes his young greeter. Mike has become a favorite. His good looks and charming manner stimulate many middle-aged and older patrons in a way that makes them feel much, much younger. And they are willing to lay large tips on him when he gives them access to his hot body. "We've been so busy since you've come that I haven't had a chance to sample the merchandise," Stiles teases. Mike's already shirtless, although he hasn't yet been by his locker to put on his velvet shorts. He easily strips, however, and says, "Whatever you'd like to have, boss." "I just might take all of you." He doesn't take time to undress. Just reaches for Mike's beautiful torso and pulls him close, blows into the young stud's ear and then tongues it fiercely. "I gotta suck that beautiful dick," he whispers. "It's all yours. Aint nothing feels better than having lips around it. Well almost nothing." Stiles goes down and demonstrates how expert a cocksucker he is. He buries his nose in the boy's ample pubes, fills his mouth with saliva, and rolls his tongue up and down and all around Mike's pole. "Fuck, man, you're something else," Mike moans. Stiles slowly slides his face back and forth, until he feels Mike is nearing climax, then stops and repeats the exercise, letting the younger man's tool slip against the back of his throat. He has thrilled his employee for almost fifteen minutes before he makes Mike explode in one amazing orgasm, swallowing every drop of his seed. He feels his greeter's dick soften before he lets it plop from his mouth. "Shit, man, you can do that anytime you want. Not that you wouldn't anyway. But, god, that was fucking awesome," Mike giggled. "Next time, maybe I'll see what you can do. But we'll be ready to open pretty soon. Gotta get to work." Mike's changed into his uniform, such as it is, and is lounging outside the stage door, waiting for the club to open, when he hears a familiar voice. "Mike, is that you? Is that really you?" It is Susannah. Susannah rushes into his arms and buries her face in his bare chest and bursts into tears. "Oh, I'm so glad I found you!" Mike can't resist pulling her close and kissing her cheek. His throbbing dick also presses against her body. She doesn't seem to mind. "What is it?" he asks. "What happened?" "Brother Bryan Jennings' son robbed me of my virginity," she sobs. "I'm never going back there." Mike leads her past the stage doorman and into the backstage area. He finds a bench and she relates everything that has happened since he last saw her. "Oh, Mike," she finishes, "what was going on here was lurid, but at least you treated me with dignity. I feel so defiled." "Don't worry, love," he says, "your first time should have been a wonderful experience, but we'll take care of you. Ashby should be here soon. And let me find something decent for you to wear." Mike takes her to the wardrobe mistress, who finds a suitable gown and a suitable bra. That's the only undergarment still in vogue. A little rouge and lipstick and she looks stunning. When Ashby and Caroline arrive, he doesn't recognize his sister. Mike wants to have some fun with him, but Susannah can't wait. She embraces her brother and cries, "Oh, Ashby, I'm so sorry I ran away.". "Oh, sis," he says. "Oh, sis! You're finally home." One of the more senior greeters shouts, "Hey, Mike, club's open!" Mike leaves Susannah and Ashby to begin work. He greets several early arrivals, tells them to let him know if they need anything, that is anything, and finds Stiles circulating among the dignitaries. "Hey, boss," he whispers, "remember Ashby's sister?" "Uh...Oh, yes. She's the one the broke up the rehearsal." "Well, she's back. Backstage. Seems like she got raped by one of the Pilgrim dudes and decided to flee." "Raped?" Stiles asks. "When?" "Yesterday, she says. By old man Jennings' son." "Shit, that's serious," Stiles reaches for his ceephone and rings the club's physician. "You know, the mayor's always looking for shit to pin on a Pilgrim. "Doc," he says into the phone, "I got an emergency. Not to do with the club, but the sister of one of our contract workers says she was raped. She was a Pilgrim. Don't think she is any more, though. Can you check her over? "Yesterday. "O.K. I'll make sure she's waiting for ya." Then to Mike, he says, "The doc says he may not be able to tell a lot since it was yesterday, but he's coming on over. Go and tell the girl he's goanna examine her. Maybe I can get some browning points with the mayor, and she can have the satisfaction of putting that motherfucker behind bars." In 2042 rape is treated as a much more serious crime than it once was, ranking with murder and kidnapping as worthy of the maximum penalty. Death had been declared unconstitutional in 2029, so rape now carries a mandatory sentence of life without parole. As Mike crosses the room he continues to greet customers, spying Mr. and Mrs. Crump sitting with friends at a four top. "Hi, folks, good to see you again," he says. "Hello, Mike," Mr. Crump warmly replies. "We'll want to be getting with you a little later." "Sounds good," Mike smiles. That's going to be a damned good tip. Mrs. Crump likes to be fucked by two guys at the same time. And Mr. Crump is game for anything. As Mike crosses into the backstage area the houselights dim and the show begins. He finds Susannah in the wings with Ashby. He wouldn't be going on until after the interval. "I'm glad you're both here," Mike says. "Dr. Erikson is on his way to examine you, Susannah. The boss thinks charges should be brought against the asshole that raped you." "No. I just want to be rid of it all," she objects. "And they made me have an examination when I went back. The doctor was surprised my hymen was still intact." "Well, sis," Ashby chimes in, "your hymen sure as shit aint intact any more. And hell, yes, you want to fuck that dude worse than he fucked you!" Susannah starts to cry again, and Ashby pulls her against his naked body to comfort her. "It's something you need to do," he whispers. "I gotta get back out front," Mike said, "but have 'em call me when the doc gets here." Sure enough, when the first act ends Mr. Crump signals Mike, and he leads them to one of the side rooms, which are filling up fast. No preliminaries. Mike's scanty garment is quickly stripped off, and first Mr. and then Mrs. taste his manhood. "I love your sweet dick," he says, "and she does too." "And I love being with yall," Mike responds. "But you know what she wants," Mr. Crump drools. The room is furnished with bed-like contraption, soft and accessible from all sides. Soon, Mike's dick is buried in Mrs. Crump's ass and her husband's is buried in her cunt. This is probably Mike's favorite sex act. Both men can feel the other's dick rubbing against their own as they plunge in and out of the ecstatic female between them. Nothing else really feels so good. Luckily, Mike and Mr. Crump cum almost simultaneously, and Crump's wife shows her passion vocally, by cumming a second time, and by clamping her sphincter around Mike's tool. They return to the club room only minutes before the second part of the show begins. Mike's ceephone signals that he is wanted backstage. The doctor examines Susannah in Stiles backstage office. Mike and Ashby wait outside. Ashby again thanks Mike for everything he's done and adds, "I hate to ask you to do even more; but me and Maurice and Caroline are so cramped, we don't really have space for Susannah to stay with us. And besides, I don't know if she would put up with what goes on, if you know what I mean. Not yet anyway. Could you...? "Fuck, yes. She can crash with me. It's not like we aint slept together before...even though I didn't yield to temptation." Mike laughs slyly. "Damn. You gotta have some kind of self-control, motherfucker." Dr. Erickson appears and says that there is no doubt that Susannah has been roughly fucked, but there is no trace of semen left. He didn't find a pubic hair or other evidence that might yield a dna sample. But he can testify that she was pounded pretty mercilessly. "She did say she was examined by another doctor recently who said her hymen was intact," Ashby volunteers. "Yeah, that would have been about three weeks ago," Mike added. "She'd spent a couple of days with me and then went back to Ole Town. I never made out with her. But she said the Pilgrims made her have an examination when she got back." "Well, that doctor could provide some evidence, I guess," Erickson volunteered. "From what she told me, I think there might have been a witness. That's about the only way the prosecutor would have a good case." "We'll have to see," Ashby says. "Thanks for coming out, though, doctor." "Ashby, you're on," the stage manager calls. Copyright 2012 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.