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Dear John,

You asked me why I always have such a healthy glow about me every single day. Let me assure you it's not from the work-outs I do at your gym every day. I have an active and healthy sex life that I would like to let you in on. I can't sleep with you though, no matter how much I want to, until I've explained my situation fully.

I'm a member of an exclusive swingers club called the Sex Lottery. It's got hundreds of members already, and it's growing more every week. We're unfortunately not allowed to sleep with any non-members, for the sake of membership purity. I do really want to sleep with you, dear John. I have for months now, so I decided I would let you in on our little secret, so you can apply for membership yourself. The application process is quiet rigorous, but trust me, it's worth it in the end. Let me explain it from the beginning.

When we started this thing there was only eight of us - five women and three men. We'd all been friends for years, and had very little secrets from each other. It started out as a simple party game after we were all far too drunk to consider the consequences. The idea was simple. We all ponied up $50 and then drew a name out of a hat. Whoever was lucky enough to have their name picked had their choice of either taking the cash - $400 - or taking their choice of participants as love slaves. We all agreed on the rules, and promised to honour the conditions no matter who won. The chance to win $400 on a $50 input was just too much to pass up for us ladies, and the chance for the men to have a romp with five drunk and semi-willing women was too much for them to resist as well. That's how it started.

One of the guys won that first draw. A guy named Tom. He was young and good looking so we didn't mind putting out for him as he took us all one by one, finally rolling off the last woman at 8 O'clock in the morning, long after the others had left for their respective homes. I was the third in line, and though I was only partly interested in the sex itself, I gave him a good show. It took a lot of effort to get the come out of him, since he had already been with two others before me. I gave him head and he fucked me for over half an hour in six different positions. Finally I let him take me from behind and that did it. I have a gorgeous ass as you know, and I really know how to work it when I need to. I squeezed his cock with all my strength, gasping and moaning like a bitch in heat, and it was only a matter of a dozen or so strokes before he was shooting what was left of his load across my ass. I don't know where he found the strength to fuck the next two women after me, but he did it, and they claimed afterward that he was a fairly amazing lover. I guess maybe he spent more time on pleasing them, once his own libido was sated. A friend of mine told me he was walking around, grinning like he'd won the lottery all week long. In a sense he did, I suppose. After all, how many guys can say they fucked five different hot and sexy women in one night?

Anyway, that was how the first night went. The following Saturday there were eleven of us - the original five women, plus two more, and four men. This time it was me who won. I opted for the cash of course, though the sex was very tempting. Because Tom had chosen sex as his prize, last week's pot had been carried over to this week and I took home a cool $850 bucks, beside my own $100 input. After that I was hooked. We all were. The silly little party game turned into a weekly event which we all looked forward to.

It was funny that night. Because everyone was half drunk and so damn horny after looking forward to the party all week, a few of the ladies paired off with men and several of them got laid, even though they weren't the actual winner. I actually tried to hook up with Tom again, but I was overruled by the group. They told me I'd made my choice, I can't have my cake and eat it too. So I simply drank myself silly, and watched all the couples all over each other, getting hornier by the minute. Though I was horny, I knew I made the right decision. I had bills to pay, and this would tide me over clear through the middle of the next month.

At the end of the night, we all agreed it was a great idea, and we should make it a regular Saturday night activity. There were no objections so we agreed to meet back there the following Saturday night. This went on for a couple of weeks, before the attendance really started to grow. Then it got very interesting.

We all began to invite our closest friends and confidantes along, upping the pot each time a new participant threw in his ante. Men of course were easier to recruit than women, but enough women could be persuaded so that the game remained interesting for the guys. We tried to stick with recruiting reasonably attractive people only, so as to ensure that all parties involved had a good time, whether they won or lost. I was only 21 at the time, with all my parts in the right place, prime and perky, enough to make any male part with $50 for the mere chance at sleeping with me. The rest of the women were pretty hot themselves, but the men were also hot and hard and hunky. Some of them were dumb as a post, but that didn't matter to us. When we were called upon to fuck, we gave it our all, no matter who it was. They'd pitched in fair and square, and they deserved only the best. It was an unwritten code of honour which we all held to.

Within a few more weeks there were already more participant than a guy could fuck in single night. Some guys had less stamina than others after all, and could only manage two or at most three eager and energetic young vixens a night. So we decided to begin a carry-over system in which the winner, if he or she chose, could call upon any of the participants at any time throughout the week for a fling with them at their pleasure. I have to admit, it was terribly exciting to be called at work by a man named Robert who I barely knew and told to meet him in 20 minutes in a hotel room down the street from work. I was soaked right through my panties by the time I got there. It was a thrill almost as exciting as winning the big cash jackpot on Saturday night.

I began on my knees, sucking him off for all he was worth, and then he fucked me for a good hour, shooting several hot streaming loads all over my tits, ass, and face. I had to shower before I went back to work, but everybody there knew damn well I'd just had a wild passionate nooner. It was written all over my face and in my sloppy well-fucked swagger as I walked back into the office at one o'clock. It was somewhat embarrassing, but I managed to recruit a few more ladies into the group that afternoon when they pried desperately into the details of my steamy little affair.

A few weeks later I won again - $3200 this time. I paid my rent, squared up my credit cards and bought myself a couple of new outfits. So far I was up $4400, and I'd only had to fuck six incredibly hot studs to earn it. Sure I suppose the higher class call girls make more than that off of six tricks, but we were just doing this for fun.

More and more people entered the weekly draw, and eventually it got to the point where a single winner couldn't even get around to every girl in a week. Too bad for him, we decided, and it turned out to be a good decision. Once the odds of being passed over as a love slave went up a lot of more timid women joined up, women who liked the possibility of winning up to $5000, but did not want to risk being used by some guy they hadn't even met.

On the other hand, the female ego is as powerful a force as their greed, and to be called upon by the winner when he had his choice of over thirty different knock-outs was a great boost to a gal's self-esteem. For some women, to be called upon by a male winner was almost as exciting as winning the cash itself. It was a lottery within a lottery, and we'd always fuck him black and blue when called to. Guys talk after all, and the hotter a gal is in bed the more likely she is to be recommended to future winners who just can't seem to make up their minds. This of course had the effect of making the prize even more attractive for the players, both men and women. More and more women were opting for the sex instead of the cash, and the men had a bit of a contest going amongst themselves as well.

It soon became a massive popularity contest, as well as a sex lottery, with all of us comparing stats and keeping track of who were called upon the most. Those who were called less often sought to improve their numbers by various cosmetic enhancements, strenuous athletic workouts, and academic research into sexual enticement and gratification. Once again, this had the fortuitous side effect of making almost all sex that went on totally mind-blowing for everyone involved. It snow-balled from there.

The most popular fantasy among the men, the girls soon figured out, was for a hot sexy woman to completely abase herself and serve the man's pleasure as though he were a king. The guys seemed to really get off on this and word spread quickly. The second most popular was for the girl to feign youth and innocence, playing the role of a nervous young teenager about to bed her first man. This one I figured out on my own and received rave reviews for many weeks. The first such encounter was with a man named Gerald Douglas, a somewhat pervy bank manager who was rumoured to have a penchant for the "young stuff". I decided to play this card to my advantage and he just loved it. He won the pot, chose sex for his prize, and I was one of the first few ladies he called upon. I showed up at his hotel room in pig tails, a cheerleading sweater, and a micro-mini skirt that offered a flash of my hot little pink-pantied ass virtually every time I moved.

"Hi, Mr. Douglas," I giggled sweetly. "Mommy said to come see you about a bank loan we're applying for. She said to do whatever you want, no questions asked. I'm really nervous, but you're so good looking, Mr. Douglas. I'll do whatever you want, as long as you make sure our loan is approved."

"Come in, Tracy," Gerald said, practically drooling on himself.

Minutes later he had me laying spread eagle on the bed, removing only my panties, and flipping up my skirt for free access at my privates. He got himself undressed next, and stood in front of my widely spread vulva, stroking his cock and leering down at me like I was a deliciously decadent dessert he was about to indulge in - a slice of creamy wet peach pie. Then he was eating my hot little clean-shaven pussy, getting me frantically worked up and ready to pop within minutes. He was very good at it. I would have come right then, but he stopped short of my orgasm, leaving me squirming and panting on the bed before him, massaging and fingering my red and swollen pussy, almost breaking the role to demand the son of a bitch finish me off. The encounter was all about him, however - his pleasure. He had won the sex lottery fair and square, and I had to honor that. So I got myself back into character, so to speak.

"Are you gonna do it with me now, Mr. Douglas? For real?" I asked sweetly, still a little out of breath from the excitement.

"Yes, darling. I'm gonna fuck that sweet little pussy of yours until it sucks the come right out of me."

"Oh, Mr. Douglas, please be gentle with me, it's my first time. My little pussy has never had a big thick cock like yours in it before. I'm afraid it may hurt."

"Don't worry, Tracy. I'll be nice and gentle. I won't hurt you I promise."

"Do you want me to suck on it first? I mean, I've never done that before, but they say it feels real nice."

"Okay, Tracy. You can suck my cock if you want. Just don't tell your father, alright."

"Daddy will never know," I giggled, and then I proceeded to give him head so good, it almost blew the act. He all but convulsed on the bed before me he was in such pleasure and finally, when he was near coming, I pulled off him, stroking him with my hand and said, "Do you want to shoot it in my mouth, or in my face, Mr. Douglas? I'm so excited! I've never made a man come before!"

"Swallow it! Take it all!" Gerald growled. I obeyed eagerly, wrapping my mouth around him once more and bobbing furiously as he spewed out a load into my greedily sucking mouth. "Ah, F- Ah! Oh god!" was all he could say. Then the convulsions died away and he lay panting before me, twirling my little pony tails around his finger.

"Was that good, Mr. Douglas?" I asked cutely.

He nodded. Then I climbed up and straddled him, sinking his cock down to the bottom of me in one slow stroke. My cunt is as tight as a teenaged girl's, so at least that fit the act. He had to work himself into me with clumsily cock-bending thrusts. Though I'd had several lovers in my life before then, I kept my pussy in excellent shape, and if he had any complaints they never showed. I mewled and whined all the way through it, pretending like he was hurting me with his 'big hard peenie, ' and he was shaking and sweating, ready to come again by the time it was all the way in.

"Ah, oh God, Mr. Douglas! Your cock is ripping me open! It's too big! Oh don't stop though, it feel so good. Ah, oh! Ooh yes! Fuck me, Mr. Douglas. Make me come."

I bounced up and down on his cock, maintaining a steady grip on him throughout the fuck. It lasted only three minutes due to my exceptional performance and he came with a piercing scream that rattled the hotel room walls. I could have sworn he was ready to have a heart attack too, though he was only in his early thirties perhaps.

We did it a few more times after that, and I eventually did get my own rocks off by the time it was done. I was covered in his come by then, and had to deny him one last fuck, telling him I needed time to get cleaned up before I headed back to work. We showered together, and he soaped me up all over, getting me clean as a whistle once again. I changed back into my work clothes and headed back for a mind-numbing afternoon of work that I could barely concentrate on.

Suffice it to say, I was called upon by the winning men the next two weeks in a row after that. Once I was even called twice in one week, which pissed several girls off tremendously. They begged me to hear my secret, but I kept it to myself. "Just please the man," was all I said. "Just please the man."

Within six months we had an incredible 64 members in our club and there began to be a need for some sort of official administration. With more people came more problems, and we had to expel certain women who refused to uphold their part of the bargain. One woman for example, was called upon by a male winner and she refused to meet him. There were no lack of replacements, but he was still a little miffed, as were we all when we heard about it. We all decided that refusal to honour the code of the club would result in expulsion. It turned out that the girl was only 15. She looked very mature for her age and she had fooled us all. She could have easily passed for at least 19. We decided to do more stringent background checks on all newcomers from that day on. The $100 she had put in for her two weeks of membership was returned to her, out of the weekly pot, and she was told to come back in a few years when she was a real woman.

We also had problems with several former members trying to sell our story to the tabloid press, even at this early stage. The reporters who came around were simply recruited, or warned away, or duped into believing the person had made up the entire story, and nothing really news-worthy was going on.

The other problem we dealt with was the possibility of sexually transmitted diseases. Here's where our members only policy first came in. It was pretty much a participate-at-your-own-risk set up at the beginning, but when five people showed up with Chlamydia after a week's fucking we began to be concerned. We sent all members to their doctor for a thorough check up and told them they would not be allowed to participate without a clean bill of sexual health. We also decided it would be mandatory to keep records of who had fucked who and when. Women were encouraged to be vigilant with their birth control as well. All in all it worked out, and the Sex Lottery continued without a hitch.

Then one day a young woman arrived at the meeting complaining that she had been beaten up by last week's winner. She said he had gotten a little too drunk and confessed that he was only turned on by inflicting pain on a woman. He had injured her pretty badly and she wanted out. The women in the group were fairly alarmed and several threatened to drop out along with her. The men promised to take care of it and they did.

Several of the men got together and paid this man a visit. There were about 20 in all and they were very merciless on this poor bastard. His apologies and promises were ignored, and finally he was reduced to screaming when they took a knife to him. Suffice it to say his balls are now in a jar in what is now our company hall - a constant reminder to always respect the members of the group, and honour the code. I suppose they scared the hell out of this guy pretty badly as well as castrating him. He went to the hospital afterward and told them he'd gotten his balls chewn off by a dog. Nobody has fucked around since. That problem was solved.

Our membership grew and grew until after a year it was few and far between that a woman got called to duty. With over 200 women to choose from, it was pure luck when any particular woman received an email "requesting her presence for a romantic encounter". The winning men select their partners from our web page on the internet. We have every woman sorted into a database with all her stats and measurements, and a seductive photo beside her name. The profiles also include likes, dislikes, turn-ons and turn-offs, just like a centerfold. The winning men simply browse through the search engine and select women from the categories that interest them - blonde, brunette, redhead, younger, older, thin, voluptuous, passive, aggressive, you name it, the options are there. It is said to be paradise for the male ego when they win. I still get called once every month or so by a guy who has heard the stories about me. But there are some women who have been in for months and have never had an encounter with a winner.

The men of course have their own page with similar profiles for the women to choose from. Very few women pass up the thousands of dollars in good shopping money for a week with their choice of pussy-pleasing male love slaves however. For the most part, the high-quality women in our group can get as much sex as they want without winning the weekly Sex Lottery. There are enough crazy sluts to warrant the men's page however. There are a few wealthier women as well, who freely bypass the cash in favour of the steady parade of meaty hunks and well-hung studs, all week long. The Men's Profile page is there of course, for those women who want it. Sometimes I browse it just for fun, picking out a handsome young stud I might like to hook up with if neither of us wins.

The course of a typical Saturday night begins with entrance at around 8 PM, with payment and verification of "membership purity", as it's called. In other words, they want to know if you've slept with anyone outside of the membership. The correct answer is no, but occasionally people stray and they must be sent back to their doctors for testing. It's sort of an honour system that nobody fucks with. Nobody wants to miss out on their weekly chance at winning essentially. Sleeping around outside the group disqualifies you for the week. Nobody ever risks lying about it either, as dishonouring the code results in permanent expulsion if you're caught.

After entrance we all meet in the main hall, where a stage is set up. We mingle for a while, drinking wine, and having light snacks while we wait for the show to start. The show begins with last week's winner taking the stage, with the women (or men in a female winner's case) he managed to bed throughout the week. He talks about his adventures a bit and then the women discuss their experience with him. Was he good? Was he long and thick and hard? Was he tender and romantic? Was he rough and sexy? If the winner had opted for the cash, they simply make a short speech about what they spent their money on, and how hard it was to abstain from the option of choosing the sex slaves for the week. Then the MC, steps up to the mic, and lays down the rules for the new-comers, and delivers any news or announcements for the week.

Finally, the moment everyone's been waiting for: the membership number of this week's winner is drawn. The winner takes the stage and announces their choice for the week, cash or gash? Money or honey? Green or pink? Coin or groin? Checks or sex? If the person opts for the cash, then they are paid and the party resumes from there with gossip, mingling and a whole lot of hooking-up with any of the banquet of sexy young lovers available.

If the winner opts for the sex, then they are asked if they have any choices off the top. The girl, or girls, are called up to the stage, and the man gives them their first command. Strip, suck my cock, fuck me right here and now, etc. The key to it all is that for the winner, every woman or man in the membership is their sex slave for the rest of the week. This is the appeal that worth more than gold to some - the chance to live like a king for a whole week, with an entire harem of hundreds of beautiful women (or men) at their very command. Some men have called together a train of women who they fuck right there and then. One guy for example, tried to line every woman in the place up, so he could take one thrust into each one of them before the night was done. He only got up to twenty or twenty five girls when he found one particularly pleasurable and finished himself off with her. Then he took her into the back room and we all partied the night away amongst ourselves.

The hall we rent, and all administration costs are paid for out of the weekly pot. There are also several makeshift bedrooms in the hall where winners can call a harem to themselves on Saturday night, if they wish. Because the membership consists of good-looking and morally liberal people across the board, there are regularly other little encounters beside the ones between the winner and his partners of choice. Sometimes, when a couple has an exceptionally good time with each other, they become an item. A few couples have actually gotten married like this. Some of them have dropped out, and some remain, keeping the spice in their marriage with the excitement of risking one of them being called off to an encounter with another person, while doubling their chances of winning each week with two entries into the pot.

The pot regularly gets up to over $50,000 when a winner chooses sex a few weeks in a row, and then even the men are often tempted to take the money. Whenever this happens every girl in the place flashes the winner, showing him their tits, ass, and pussies, trying to persuade him to take the sex, so that the money will be carried over to next week, making for an even bigger winner. Very few men can resist this of course, and we even get the occasional woman opting for the sex side of the contest, taking one stud after another all week until she can barely even walk into the next rally. It's hilarious when that happens. Usually a winner will book the entire week off work and do nothing but fuck and be pampered by gorgeously nude love slaves 18 to 20 hours a day.

One woman once asked to bathe in come one Saturday night after having her number drawn. We didn't know what she meant but we soon figured it out. A tub was produced and she sat naked in it while over 200 guys deposited their loads onto her, with or without help from her. By the end of the night she was covered in it from head to toe, and the tub was such a slippery mess that she could not even get out of it without six guys helping her. It took a good half hour for her to shower off, but she had several eager young slaves to help her. Then she demanded a tongue bath, lying on the floor while every accessible inch of her body was bathed in the wet slippery caresses of mouths and tongues. They even hoisted her up to chest-height, like a bunch of naked pall-bearers, and covered her underside as well. She claims to have had a transcendal orgasm, whatever that means, and had to be revived by one of the doctors we have in our membership.

It has been proposed that we hold an annual free-for-all orgy by some members, with all proceeds going into the pot for the next week's sex lottery. We are currently working on the logistics of this, but it will be a while yet. Having 500+ people fucking in a single building with a feast of food and liquor is sure to take some wrangling, but it's worth working on.

We have an elected board of directors, and several people on full-time administration staff. It's become quite a huge business and we've had to bribe a few public officials to keep it going. Of course even the most hard-nosed public servant melts at the notion of having a steady parade of nubile young honeys throwing themselves at their feet. It usually takes only two or three encounters though, before the nay-sayers come around to our point of view. The gals who volunteer for this "political duty" are give a month of free membership.

Lately we've been getting more and more underage kids who want to join. Guys who want a piece of the action sexually, and girls who dream of winning big cash just for sleeping with a few hot-looking guys. We turn them down of course, with the occasional exception. One young lady of seventeen begged her parents who were members themselves to get her in. We agreed in her case, and the next week's winner had the honour of deflowering this sexy little cutie in front of 564 onlookers. She volunteered herself to this and nobody objected. So there was a cloth-covered table set up on stage with the spotlight, cameras and microphones projecting the action onto a big screen we could all see. He went down on her first until she came, or at least did a very convincing job of faking it, then he mounted her and pressed his rather large cock into her virgin pussy. There was a bit of blood, but she ignored the pain, opting instead to give a good show.

"Ah, oh shit! your cock is so big! I- It hurts. Ummmm It's nice though. Keep it deep inside me. Oh, come on. Do me, Jack. Do me!"

I was sitting near the girl's parents at the time and they looked on without the slightest disapproval. She might as well have been giving a ballet recital or something. Except that there was a camera in her little blonde snatch and a man's cock was stretching her wide open with every slippery wet thrust. She was writhing and bucking her hips to match his thrusts, and his cock kept slipping out of her and folding up across her tummy. She called out lustily, moaning and squealing like a hot little minx when he put it back in however, and the man, much to his embarrassment, had to pull out and shoot his load across her tummy and tits within only a few minutes.

"My God! She's so fuckin' tight! It's strangling me!" he said. His voice boomed over the loud speakers and there was a general cheer of approval from the crowd. He was visibly shaking and struggling to keep himself inside her as she thrashed and writhed around passionately in front of him. I'm not even a man, and I was turned on by her performance.

The next thing we all knew he was finishing. He shook his head, as though in agony to see it end so soon, but he couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out and squirted thick white streams of hot sticky come across her body with a gratuitous moan, and the crowd went wild. She reached down and smeared his come into her flesh with her hands as he finished, and then she smiled into the camera and said, "This could be you next week boys." Then with the sexiest little wink a girl ever gave she sucked a dribble of come from her finger and blew a kiss to the camera. The man collapsed into a chair beside her and gave her thigh a tender little kiss in conclusion. It was all over.

She received a standing ovation when it was done and she bowed dramatically, putting on a big show for all future winners. She was great for business. The next week there were 42 new men going through administration with their doctor's certificate of health. We were also given permission to sell the video tape of her first time to our membership, with proceeds going to cover general administration costs. She hasn't won yet, but I don't think she's really in it for the money. She literally throws herself at the winners, begging them to pick her before the week is out, and they usually always do. When asked why she does it, she says she wants to be a porn star "when she grows up", plus, she says, she "just fuckin' loves sex!" She's already been with 18 different men in her five months of membership. She's even slept with a few non-winners, "just for practice", and every single one of them talk in awe of the feeling of pressing into her incredibly tight little snatch, watching her fly into a frenzy as she is stretched open by cock, as though the man's fucking was the center of her entire universe and making him come was the purpose of her entire being. People who haven't been with her call her "Little Laura". Those who have call her "Holy Fuck!" It's not really a name, but that's all they can formulate at the memory of her. Quite frankly I'm a little jealous. I used to be the star at one time. She's even becoming an accomplished cock sucker as well, able to get a guy off in under three minutes. She's getting pretty cocky about it too. Me and some of the girls have agreed that if we win, we're gonna forfeit the cash just to see her get fucked in the ass by some of the biggest guys in the membership. She'd probably like it though, knowing her.

Since then several other couples have recruited their sons and daughters, nieces and nephews, and the competition has gotten a lot tougher on us older gals (early to late twenties I mean), competing with these little trollops who really are sixteen and don't have to pretend. On the other hand, we women also have our share of energetic and eager-to-please young teen boys to choose from, and they're monopolizing as much of the action as the young women are.

One man who won asked to be able to simply watch pairs of these teens fucking while he masturbated, and when the girls in question had fucked every teen boy in the membership, he called various men to have their way with them as well. It was somewhat challenging for the young gals to stick with the game after fucking more than their share of guys in a single week, but one of them won $56,000 the next week and they all changed their minds. Now they're claiming they'd do all 318 guys in one week if they could win that much money. Obviously they're exaggerating, but they seem to be sincere.

So far we haven't had any incidents where a winner calls their own family members to an encounter, but we think that may be the one occasion when the called has the option to freely refuse if they wish. Straight men and women also have the option to refuse any gay or bi-sexual encounters they may be called to. This came up when a bi-sexual man asked to be able to suck every cock in the room. Just about every man in the place protested, and even some of the women got squeamish, but he insisted he had won fair and square. He was ultimately vetoed though, by the administration, and he opted for calling out any willing men to offer themselves up to him. There were actually only four guys who volunteered, so he changed his mind and took the cash. We're not really homophobic or anything - each to his own is our general philosophy - but we do expect our sexual preferences to be respected. He was a young man, though.

The last thing I'd have to say is that I won again last month. I'm up $85,000 now, and it's all tax-free. I've slept with over 70 different men since this began. I have no regrets. I even quit my job to work on the full-time administration staff. I make about $30,000 a year at it. It's more pleasure than business though.

The latest talk is that we're going to expand into other major cities around the continent. Perhaps this may end up being a world-wide phenomenon, though it's mostly an underground organization which virtually nobody has heard of, outside of membership. There's also talk of a certain hotel owner donating a banquet hall and fifty or so suites each week to us for a nominal fee, if we can keep it quiet enough. That would be cool.

My only complaint is that with the vast membership we have now, winning is so few and far between. It's almost like a real lottery. So we're considering back-up measures such as, choosing five to ten winners a week or something, just to keep it interesting.

There is a lot of pairing-off amongst the men and women after the main events of the evening have passed though, and even the occasional mini-orgy or gang bang breaks out now and then. That keeps it interesting enough for the rest of us non-winners. It's almost like a big sex-cult in a way, except without the maniacal leader controlling it all, and without all the religious mumbo-jumbo. I've taken my share of good lovers this way. What the hell, it's all in good fun. As long as everyone's happy our little club will keep going forever.

So if you're interested in coming out to our next meeting, John, just give me a call. The location is secret of course, pending screening of prospective applicants. So far we've been pretty good about sniffing out undercover cops and reporters. I trust you though, John. I hope you can make it. I'll save you a seat.

Eagerly awaiting,
Tracy Ann Whitcolm,
Administrative Secretary
The Sex Lottery

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