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   The Club and the Good-Time Girl (Mf, oral) By Nick Scramble

   I'm not much for socialising, in fact a room full of people having a
good time usually has me eyeing the exits.  Which makes it all the more
ironic that I can't get enough of live music.  Rock, folk, electronica, or
pop, whatever's playing at the dank little venues around the city you'll
find me near the front, but usually at the side, near an exit in case my
claustrophobia gets to me.

   It was a small band I'd seen a few times before that sent me down that
dark path I can't get away from.  They were ok, did some interesting 8-bit
music and guitar with a smirky young lead singer.  I'd heard he'd been
acting as well, but had forgotten what it was until I arrived at the club
and saw the queue up the hill of tittering chattering girls in too short
skirts and wobbly heels and not warm at all coats over halters and tube
tops.  Turns out he's some werewolf or vampire or something in a huge
franchise and the tour's now 'All ages', which means over 14 and ending
before 10pm.

   A fucking nightmare, if you ask me.

   Yes, I should have just turned around and headed to another venue or a
bar to drink myself blind or even just home, but did I?  Nope, I flicked my
smoke into the gutter and swaggered on up to the doorman, who let me in
just fine as I knew him and most everyone around this sort of place.  I did
this because I thought I looked cool doing it, smoke wafting from my lips
as my leather trench rippled and kicked candy and snack wrappers off the
sidewalk as I bypassed the line.  I did it to show my support for the band
even though they obviously didn't need it now.  I did it because I had fuck
all else to do.

   To my almost immediate regret, there was a trio of screeching girls
almost falling over themselves at the ticket counter and coat closet.  I
nodded over them to the gal behind the counter, who rolled her eyes at me
and stretched out her full-sleeve tattooed arm to the girls for their
money. I didn't need to pay, being both a former employee and oft-relied on
roadie pays its benefits, but god the giggling and clumsiness of these
girls sure didn't make me feel like I was getting something for nothing.

   Worse news came soon in the form of a closed bar which only had plastic
cups of soda and bottled water next to the heavily laden merchandise table.
Luckily-- and I patted my coat to be sure-- I'd brought a flask of my own
second best elixir as I always did in case my tab turned sour.

   'Whoa man, look at this jailbait' came the nasal twang of John The
Cleaner, rubbing his hands together as he stood by me.  We looked down into
The Pit.  Its wide stairs were used as standing platforms from the back,
and fallen over by drunk patrons for laughs.  A grungy sticky floor I think
John only passed over once with a mop on an evening.  Tables and benches at
the sides under feeble spotlights with half burnt out, and that beat-up
stage painted over black once a year.  Bunches of girls, none a peep over
16 I'd say, had already started to fill up the floor, with a few obvious
chaperones grabbing a table or bench here and there.

   'Careful John, you don't want to shit where you eat,' I said.  I could
see his eyes crawling over the kids, many of whom certainly hadn't dressed
their age.  Long lithed legs were mainly bare, a few stockinged up.  Tops
often cropped to show belly and thin waists.  A few not so thin waists as
well.  And faces somehow grabbing that low yellowy light over the floor,
showing their gleeful anticipation for their star singer: some with lips
glossed up, shined up, glittered up.  Hair let down or scrunched up and
swinging as they unconsciously moved to the lousy DJ pre-show.

   'Oh man, but there's some fine pickings out there.' John muttered, as if
he didn't want to broadcast his lechery, despite it clear as anything.

   'I'd like mine with a bit more experience...  and meat on them' I tried
to quip.

   'What, like that little piggy?' John snickered, head nodding at some
plump unfortunate thing.

   'God, I'm taking a piss.  Nice to see you Johnny, wear a condom at
least,' I said, just to get away from the creep.  I heading to the gents,
kicking the door in my irritation.  That guy was the last person I wanted
to see, and I didn't like what he was insinuating.  Sure, I'd been with
girls that age, when I was their age, and although it'd been some time
since my last lay kicked me out of her bed, I was more the keep up with the
bad ass rocker, or hard edged bartender, or something like the ticket girl,
whatever her name was.  John's leering just completely overwhelmed any
feeling of any interest in being here, especially as if just by association
with John made me look like a perv as well.

   I washed my hands, slicking back my shoulder length hair and rubbing my
trimmed dark beard.  I grimaced at myself looking like more of a troll than
a werewolf or vampire or whatever.  I looked like what I was, a not even
has-been rocker, gone to seed.  Body just on the edge of fitness, fed on
booze and smokes.  At least my black T-shirt was clean, my black jeans at
that edge of worn out and tight fit, and my trench looked good, although as
usual keeping it on would have me overheating half-way through the show.

   Not sure how long I was standing there, getting ready to leave and go
anywhere but this sad situation when the door opened and a guy in a tan
sport jacket, polo shirt and blue jeans waddled over to the urinal and
quickly got into that business, sighing with relief.

   'Boy do I hate chaperone night.  Not sure what is worse, an awful film
or loud shows like this.  My ears are going to be ringing all night.' he
said.

   'Well, at least the soda's cheap.' I wiped my wet hands on my jeans.

   'It might be, but after the poster, the shirt, the cd, and then the
waiting after for them to get their autographs...  not worth it.  You here
with yours?' He was looking over at me and I watched as the steam of his
piss wafted over his hands.

   I shook my head.  'No kids.  I'm just, uh, reviewing the show.' Which
would possibly be true if a.  I hadn't been fired by every website and
weekly in a 100 mile radius and b.  I would actually agree to covering an
All-Ages show.

   'Count yourself lucky, my friend,' he said as he zipped up.  'they're
your little princesses, but as they grow up, they are nothing but a handful
of headache pills.' I noticed he hadn't washed after and the thought of his
piss steam covered hands around the shoulder of his daughter made me feel
much better for some reason.  I headed back out, past the drinks and merch
counter where thankfully I didn't run into John again, and down into The
Pit.

   I went right to my usual spot, sidestepping the thickening and
converging bunches of girls, brushing by their padded shoulders, lightly
pushing aside small handbags.  Up near the right side of the stage was an
exit door, which I knew I could take the moment the whole farce started
getting to me again, and afforded a great view of the band, as well as
close enough to speakers to drown out the inevitable screeching.

   I made to check my phone as I waited, but as usual there wasn't much
there to check, but it wasn't too long before my elbow was jostled and
without an apology girls pushed by me for their place: the band was coming
on and once they did...  Yep, light dimmed, the screeches rose, the crowd
moved in closer and I stepped back a bit to let another group of girls fill
up the space between the wall, me and the stage.  A smell of candy apple
hit me as a dark haired girl standing in front of me was pushed back
towards me.  As the two keyboardists came on all the girls jumped and
wiggled, including the one in front of me.  She tried jumping up more as
the bass guitarist arrived, and then there was the frenzy as the lead
singer came one.  The shrieks of ecstasy from the room was like some hard
metal band's dream sound and seemed to go on endlessly despite the guy
trying to both acknowledge the unrequited adulation and wave it down.  His
simple 'Thank you,' lisped into the mike brought forth another wave of
keening cries.  I was becoming distracted by the wee thing wriggling and
jumping in front of me.  Each time some sort of static electricity from her
body contacting me was sending little shivers through me.  God, I thought,
was I really that starved for physical contact?

   I was able to notice the band looking at each other, and then the
keyboardists kicking in their sound and beats, the guitarist joining in and
the singer waiting for his turn for his lines.  It seemed the whole floor
erupted into dance, the girls leaping and arms flailing, those near the
stage outstretched as if trying to pull the lead closer.  I was almost
doing the same, wanting to reach out and pull in the sweet scented
companion before me, and almost as if reading my thoughts she pressed back
into me while jumping up and down, my eyes on her short skirt tight on her
firm little ass as it moved into the folds of my coat and bumped into my
crotch, her perky boobs bouncing with her jumps.  God in heaven my cock
felt like it revved up and tried to stand to stand to attention in my jeans
as her body rubbed against it, then firmer as it tried to fit into my
bulge. Strobe lights flashing, I see her reach up and move her long black
hair out of her face as she turned a little and smiled, looking me up and
down and seeing me eye her nice little cleavage all bundled up under a bra
and tight top.  She turned back towards the stage, adding a bit more
pressure on my raging meat as she kept dancing.

   I tried to will it away, really I did.  I mean, there's something about
having fun in the moment, but I knew this was just a wee girl, having some
fun, being a tease while she could get away with it, but a little jailbait
frottage was enough: I'd be wanking over it for weeks.  Time to just take a
break when the song ended and disappear back to whatever bar I could prop
myself up in.

   She fumbled in her small clutch and held up a phone, snapping pics of
the band but then it slipped from her hands and she moved away, and then
bent down ass again bumping right back into me as she picked it up and
wouldn't you know it, my hands leapt out and helped her balance, while at
the same time pulling her close, my bulge into her grinding to the
pulsating beat.  I saw her turn again and smile, phone in hand putting it
back in her purse but now moving with my rhythm, pressing with me, looking
again back and smiling, a bit shyer, eyes down before facing forward, head
tilting back as I left one hand on her hip, starting the remove the other.
She reached over and slowly took that free hand and moved it to just down
her upper thigh, right under where her skirt ended, allowing me to feel her
tight warm skin.  She was leaned back into me, that apple-scent of her hair
making my head giddy, head resting on my chest so I could look down her top
at her small breasts.  I knew I could get away with it, and slid my hand
along her thigh, then in and under her skirt to cup her heat as my other
hand wrapped around her waist.  Even with the volume of music I could hear
her moan even as I could feel how wet her mound was.  My fuckstick pounded
to my racing heartbeat as fingers moved around the folds of her cunt
through her thong and my other hand moved up under her top to grip a
breast. A lacy push up bra over a hard nipple, firm breast and it seemed
like i could feel a pounding heartbeat there as well.  I ground the palm of
my hand into her heat as i rubbed over her nipple through the bra and felt
her hand reaching back groping to feel my cock.

   I realised I needed her.  Needed her now, needed to use her like she
needed to be used.  I pulled my hand from her mound, my other hand still
wrapped around her chest, and eased back against the door behind us, giving
room her her to feel my long throbbing shaft.  The song reached it's
crescendo, cheers beginning to rise through the crowd.  I reached behind me
as well, hand lightly pressing the door bar and guiding her with me to the
dingy fluorescent lit hall between the club and stairs out and up a side
exit.  I closed the door quickly muffling down the sound of letting go of
her, hearing her pant lightly as I used a folding chair by the door to
block it closed and turned, lust-filled, heart still pounding with the
throbbing of my meat to take her in, hands again moving up and down her
side, enjoying the feel of her young body.  She was just a bit over 5 feet
tall, couldn't be a whisper over 100 pounds, and god too young in the face
for me to be doing this, but oh well.

   She looked from my bulge up into my eyes and licked her lips quickly,
'What now?' she said, a bit hesitantly, but with a flirt in it.

   'Time for a bit more fun,' I rasped, knowing this came with a leer. 
'How about you have a taste?' And wouldn't you know it, the next song came
on with a dubstep beat as she dropped to her knees, hands shaking of a
sudden as she unbuckled me and unbuttoned and then yanked at my jeans,
letting my fuckpole free from my briefs in the chilly air and eyes bulging
she leaned in and gave the leaking head a lick before starting to suck, up
and down taking about half the shaft in.  My hands were on her shoulders,
feeling her shaking still and I started massaging them until her shivers
started to subside, feeling the tense muscles in her shoulders and neck
begin to relax a little.  I knew I could overpower her if she started to
back out, that I could force her to take me and her screams couldn't be
noticed in the raucous club.  I looked down at her small frame, every inch
of it making my cock harder while she sucked, seaming eager to please.  As
her head bobbed up and down, silky black hair tickling my thighs, tongue
starting to flicker under my shaft, she looked up at me for approval, and
while keeping one hand holding my fat shaft spreading her mouth wide, the
other moving down under her skirt and beginning to rub.

   I nodded my approval, then said, 'Good girl, keep fingering your little
hot pussy...  and...' I twisted my left hand into a fist in her hair,
'...take it deeper, girl.' I felt my mushroom head push to hit her tonsils.
Her eyes teared up, body shaking again and gagging as it pushed, gasping
for air between thrusts, drool dripping down her chin.  A sight sending a
shiver through me as well.  I dropped my other hand down to feel her tits
through her tight top, finding the nipples stiff and my cock thrust deeper,
pulling out enough for her to continue gasping.  Right then shouting in the
back of my brain was the feeling and implicit knowledge that I loved this.
The pleasure of my meat filling this youthful face was something I just
knew I wanted more of.

   I held my cock in her vibrating mouth, then pulled out as she heaved for
breath and reached down to tug at her top.  'Don't want to mess this up,
girl.' She eagerly helped out whipping it over her head as I pushed her
sports bra down to expose her small breasts and stiff reddened nipples.  As
I tossed her top onto my coat I came to a realisation how young she was and
although half of me felt guilty, my cock twitched harder.  'Finger that
cunt of yours, girl,' I demanded.  'I'm going to fuck this sweet face.'

   Her skirt was hiked up around her waist and she pushed her thong to the
side, revealing her nearly hairless pussy for a moment before her fingers
slid in and she looked up at me, eyes shining from tears, but a lop-sided
grin.  I gripped her hair again with one hand, while fisting the base of my
heavy shaft and slapped her cheeks and lips with it.  'Good girl,
fingerfuck that pussy.'

   She looked confused, horny and surprised.  I could tell she, like me,
had never experienced anything like this dynamic, but that we were both
willing, evidenced by her hand pounding at her pussy and whimpers of
pleasure from her lips.  And by how rock-hard my cock swelled.

   'That's right, girl, you want this cock?' Precome and her spit
splattered her cheeks as my dick smacked her face.

   'Yes,' she whispered, then out loud, shyly but lustily, 'Yes, sir.' A
wicked look on her face when she then said 'Glad we can have a good time,
Mister.'

   I thought of how much fun she was, a fuckdoll, but not without her own
drive.  'Mm, just a good time girl, aren't you?' I growled, as I pushed my
leaking cockhead between her lips, splitting her cheeky grin apart.  Her
eyes widened and I just hear her gulp at the realisation of what a
facefucking would entail as she gagged on my cock finally thrusting past
her tonsils and down her throat.  I used one hand to keep her hair gripped
in a fist pumped her head as I thrusted, while my other hand dropped down
and tweaked the nipples of her perky boobs.

   Her eyes watered and tears streaked as she struggled to take it all,
squirming and moaning on my cock, her cuntjuice dripping down her thigh as
she fingered herself.  I whipped her head faster, pumping my aching meat,
getting incredible pleasure.  I kept rocking her head and then let go,
noting as I did her still rocking her head, taking my cock as I pumped, a
dirty teen fuck for me.  I wrapped both hands to cup her face, squeezing
her cheeks as I fucked down her throat.  her mouth was just a hole for me
now.  Sticky drool and come oozing from her mouth to drip down onto her
chest.  I leaned over her, feeling myself about to spit come in her.  She
was almost on all fours under me as she wantonly sucked while her face was
pounded.  Her tongue flicking under my shaft.  I pulled out to rest my
cockhead in her mouth and one more flick makes me come, filling her mouth
and then her throat as I groaned with pleasure and grunted, coming again
and again.

   Through the hall door the band was cheered, an encore called over and
over.

   She gulped trying to swallow it, but some still spilled out, running
down her chin.  I could feel her trying to drink it all down.  Finally I
pulled out, looking down at this depraved and used girl.  She wiped some
come off her chin and then licked it off her fingers mixed in with her
pussyjuices.  I squatted down and put my hand again on her cunt, my middle
finger pushing into the tight heat as my other hand helped her clean come
off her face.  My thumb rotated on her clit as I fingered inside her.

   'Oh god, oh god' she cried out, her little body spasming on my hand.

   'That's good girl, ride it.' I encouraged, my other hand moving over her
body.

   My cock twitched and seemed to be coughing and she reached out and
rubbed it while she came down from her orgasm.  I knew it --I-- wanted to
fill her face again and then pummel her jailbait cunt.  I knew I was
already addicted to young flesh.  I knew, tired as she was from my facefuck
assault, that she was still wanting, willing to do whatever I wanted.

   I palmed her cunt and lightly stroked it before pulling away, hearing a
small mewl come from the back of her throat.  'You here with friends, girl?
Maybe staying overnight with them?'.  I stood her up, helping to moved her
thong and skirt back into place.

   She nodded.  I reached down to her clutch and took out her phone. 
Handing it to her.  'Text them you needed to leave early, that you got home
ok,' I told her.  As she did so, hands shaking, I picked up her top and
help her put it on, my hands moving firmly over her body again.  When she
was done, phone tucked back away I pulled up my jeans, but then pulled her
head back down and ordered her to lick it clean, which she did, making sure
she could tell my cock was half-hard already and giving me that wicked grin
again, her nervousness and fear calming down as she tucked it away before I
buckled back up.  Later, I'd find out she was 14, and that she couldn't get
enough of my cock and firm hands, and that I couldn't get enough of her. 
It was animal magnetism we both never realised we had.

   And right then, wrapping my coat on her small body to protect it,
leading her to the stairs and exit I began guiding her out and back to my
place, to enjoy each other's darkest pleasures.

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