Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Hump Club: Bart's Odd Proposition
Part: 2 of 4
Universe: Hump Club
Summary: Hunks and Dolls -- a strip club -- has another name during its wilder
Ladies Nights, and strange and crazy things happen there.  But Bart Delacroix
brought a whole new dimension for a couple of generally left-out chicks
looking for a good time...

Keywords: MF MFF FF M+F group oral anal Mdom

Hump Club: Bart's Odd Proposition

Chapter 2

	"I want you to follow instructions," Bart replied.  "I think we ought
to get a little deeper into things before everybody makes a lot of promises -
but I've already told you what I'm offering.  Take off your top."  He released
her and she stepped away and turned to face him, but didn't move immediately.
He eyed her for a moment.  "When you stop doing what you're told, we're done."

	It was as if they were the only two people in the room.  There were
Bart's eyes and Bridgette's eyes and noise and clamor and jostling people
didn't exist.  Bridgette could see the clock ticking in Bart's eyes - he'd
made his investment and was waiting for it to bear fruit.  She was amazed at
the confidence and control he displayed.  She grasped her top and pulled it
over her head, tossing it onto the floor without looking where it went.

	Shannon stared at her friend and the man whose eyes were mapping her
friend's breasts, then unfroze to collect the item of clothing before it got
trampled and shredded by the standing room only crowd.  Neither of them paid
the least bit of attention.

	Bart held his poker face and managed not to sigh in relief.  It was
one thing to make demands of business associates in the context of a project
and quite another to order a woman to remove her clothing in public!  But she
needed to pass this test - and he needed to, too - and he needed to see those
breasts, anyway.

	They were nice.  They were wide, puffy cones well anchored to
Bridgette's sizeable ribcage - not huge given the scale of the woman they were
mounted on, but good-sized nonetheless.  The areolas made pink, puffy caps (he
LOVED that look) and while the nipples didn't seem to be too big at the
moment, he suspected that they were more than adequate.  If the rest of
Bridgette was even close, she would do - especially considering his already
acquired feel for her sexual response!  He got himself completely under
control, and said, "My turn, I think.  Why don't you take a look at the
physical part of my offering?"

	The way the request was put confused Bridgette for a moment; she
wasn't at her best, anyway, given the amount of alcohol she'd ingested in the
previous ninety minutes.  She blinked a couple of times, then went "Oh!" when
Bart glanced at his midsection, but there was no resistance in her as she went
to her knees before him.

	Embarrassment set in and she glanced around as she reached for the
zipper of his slacks.  Where was Shannon?  What must she be thinking?  Then
the zipper itself demanded her attention and she focused fully on what she was
doing.  Slacks.  Not jeans, not Dockers - slacks.  They were an unusual choice
for a dance club - but easier to work with...  Gingerly, she reached inside
the man's fly.  Briefs - with what seemed to be a telephone pole inside!  How
on Earth did he get this out to pee?  She looked up at Bart, stymied.

	Bart was a little embarrassed, but he was at full extension and
clothing was only so forgiving.  "I guess you'll have to take them down."

	Bridgette moved to Bart's belt and her fingers brushed something -
something damp!  She leaned up a bit and peered down - at the pinkish purple
tip of Bart's cock, peeking out above the waistband of his slacks and weeping
pre-cum!  Wide-eyed, she looked up at Bart's face, then attacked the belt
again with shaking fingers, thinking, 'Omigod!'

	Shannon watched this byplay in fascination from over Bridgette's left
shoulder.  'Okay,' she thought, 'surely this guy doesn't have anything huge in
the way of a dick!  Bridgette's acting like...  OMIGOD!'  Bridgette got Bart's
pants open, revealing the fact that his entire glans stood above the waistband
of his tightie-whities.  She watched as Bridgette grabbed the sides of Bart's
underwear and pulled the waistband away and down his wiry-looking thighs.  The
anaconda in Bart's crotch descended only to a forty-five degree angle from the
vertical and hung there, bobbing and weaving, staring at Shannon through its
single eye.  Shannon glanced away, looking for something to bring it into
scale.  It couldn't be THAT big, could it?  Her eyes lit on the exposed
erection of the dancer on stage - a respectable seven inch dong, she figured.
The one Bridgette was wrapping her hand around the base of was a good glans-
length longer and somewhat thicker...

	Bridgette was shaking like a leaf as she wrapped her fingers
reverently around the shaft.  Her real-life experience with cocks was limited
to this venue - but she'd seen all of the dancers' equipment and knew that
they were all a bit above average, anyway - the long-haired young Mick Jagger-
looking one did better than that. She'd seen big black cock - and even big
white cocks - in video - but never one this size in real life!  This was a
king cobra of cocks!  She had big hands for a girl, but could almost get both
of hers around this thing!  She gazed up at Bart, amazed...

	Bart looked back, smiling.  This was Bart's other secret weapon - one
that unfortunately he too seldom got a chance to deploy.  The two or three
'escorts' he'd paid for in his time (he didn't even THINK to employ cheap
hookers) had been agog - but then they didn't really count, did they?  They
could have been lying, but then he'd seen a few other cocks and knew he had
eight out of ten on the run...  Bridgette's gaze was absolutely worshipful.
Even more heartening was the collective 'Ooooo!" that chorused from a dozen
female witnesses - including Bridgette's corpulent girlfriend, who looked to
be almost drooling.  "Kiss it," Bart directed.

	The directive was music to Bridgette's ears!  Just holding the hot,
firm shaft in her hands bled calm and satisfaction into her through her palms.
When - not if - this monster penetrated her womanhood, it was going to come
out her mouth - and she was looking forward to tasting it that way!  But for
now...  She lowered her lips over the crown of it, her tongue diving into the
slit to collect the nectar weeping from it.

	Bart hissed in a breath.  The pleasure was almost intolerable.  Bart's
sex life wasn't much, if any, better than Bridgette's - and maybe worse, since
he wasn't gay and wasn't getting even same-sex pleasures.  "I might cum!" he
hissed.  "I'm very aroused!"

	Bridgette removed her mouth only long enough to gaze up at him through
big, bright eyes.  "Please?"  Then she rolled her lips over his glans and over
the flange to the sensitive area at the juncture of it and the shaft, her
tongue instinctively washing the most sensitive spots on his penis.

	"YAAAAAH!"  Bart grabbed Bridgette's shoulders while he erupted -
copiously.  This wasn't your average teaspoonful of ejaculate; Bridgette
choked as it hosed the back of her throat and it foamed out around the corners
of her mouth on both sides before she got control of it!  Bart erupted five
times in her mouth before his output tailed off and he settled back to merely
pulsing.  Bridgette swallowed a thick, chewy mouthful of the product before
holding the remainder in her mouth to use as a wash for his still pulsing
penis.  This was apples and oranges to her previous experiences with cock
sucking - or maybe apples to something overripe, since the difference was so
marked...  She backed off when Bart waved that he couldn't stand the
intensity, licking at the spillage at the corners of her mouth.  Dark tendrils
tickled the right side of her neck and a familiar voice husked reverently,
"Holy shit!"

	Shannon was hunched beside her, her head hanging over her shoulder,
gazing raptly at Bart's cock.  She turned to face Bridgette as the big girl
turned to face her and murmured, "Hold still," then took Bridgette's head in
her hands and leaned in to lick at the dregs running to her chin from the
corner of her mouth.  "Gawd, did you save any?"  Bridgette smiled and nodded
and Shannon unashamedly leaned in to collect her lips and suck a snowball from
Bridgette's mouth.  "Omigod!  That's wonderful!" she gurgled.

	"That was leftovers!" Bridgette giggled.  She was giddy.  A few
minutes before, she'd been angry and frustrated - but now...  Now she was
excited!

	She wasn't the only one - Bart looked around to discover nearly a
dozen women dancing distractedly and drinking while they watched the byplay
between Bart and Bridgette, murmuring comments about Bart's sexual equipment.
Bart wasn't going down in Bridgette's hands - he was still firm and at full
extension.  Suddenly, a thick bleached blonde woman danced in and tried to
lower her mouth over Bart's cock.

	"Hey!" Bridgette howled, thinking 'Oh, no, not again!'  This kind of
thing had happened regularly earlier in the evening when she was courting
dancers and caused instant distress.

	Bart, however, swept the woman back.  "This is a private party!" he
declared, glaring at the woman.

	"Well, all right..." Embarrassed, the woman backed off.

      Bart looked down at Bridgette, whose face positively glowed with
gratitude.  She was slowly jacking his shaft, and with his erection freed she
rubbed it on her face.  After a moment, she looked up at Shannon, and then
shifted her gaze to Bart.  "Shannon...?" she asked.

      Bart frowned and pursed his lips.  "I'll think about it.  There is only
so much of me to go around.  She will have to abide by the rules, in any
case."  He glanced around.  "Let's go somewhere less noisy and crowded," he
suggested, waving at a quieter corner near the end of the bar.

      "Rules?" Shannon asked when they got there and she could lean in to be
heard.  It still wasn't quiet.  Bart, standing with his back to the wall,
looked out over the crowd.  There were at least three girls in various places
bent over and being fucked.  The one black dancer on site had two women taking
turns nodding over his cock - and there were girls behind, watching. In fact,
there were girls watching everywhere, some in disgust and some in fascination
and some impatiently waiting for whoever was in front of them to get out of
the way so they could participate.  Bart watched one chunky girl giving head -
to Ed, he realized - while another pushed her onto Ed's cock from behind,
palming the back of her head and pushing her deep onto Ed's shaft.  Ed wasn't
complaining.  Girls were undressing one another, dumping drinks on one
another, fondling one another...  Bart dragged his attention back to the women
in front of him - not that he had ever let go of Bridgette.  He still didn't
know the names of either of them.  The fat dark-haired girl - oh, hold it -
Shannon? - was a complication.   Well, perhaps the rules would remove the
problem...  "There is only one rule, actually," Bart declared.  "What I say
goes. Period."

      Shannon blinked.  "That's a serious rule."

      "I'm serious about it," Bart replied.  "Break it and see what happens."

      "What's the flip side?" Shannon asked, wondering 'Why isn't Bridgette
asking these questions?'

      "What am I offering?" Bart clarified.  Shannon nodded.  "A
relationship."  He paused.  "I really wasn't prepared to offer two..."

      "Oh."  Shannon took it like a slap.

      Bart wasn't looking at her - he was frowning at the floor.  "It would
tend to complicate things.  You two would have to cooperate with one another
and share.  I really didn't plan..."  He looked up.  "Is there some reason why
you shouldn't be separated?"

      "We're living together," Bridgette made her first entry into the
conversation.

      "Oh."  Bart absorbed this.  After a moment, he turned to Bridgette.  "My
original offer was to you.  I don't think it is my place to tell you that you
must give up that sole position.  I will not insist that you share - I think
it devalues my offer and suggests that I'm shallow and not serious."  He
paused a moment.  "But if you want to volunteer to share, I will try to make
it work.  The decision is yours."

      Shannon frowned.  "May we...?"  She waved indicating that she wanted to
take Bridgette a few feet away for privacy.

      "Certainly."  Bart sighed.  This had gone so well - but this Shannon was
likely to screw things up.  Ultimately, it might be necessary to go looking
for his second candidate...

      "You didn't say anything back there," Shannon pressed Bridgette,
flicking a glance at Bart.  "What has he promised you?"

      Bridgette thought about it.  "Comfort and protection," she recounted the
list.  "Pleasure and joy.  And love, even."

      "When was this?"

      "While he... held me."

      "Anything else?"

      "He said...  Well, it was words to the effect that he would fuck me -
regularly," Bridgette mused.

      "Well, that's a start..."  Shannon flicked a glance at Bart's waistline.
His pants were more or less done up again, but she knew what was behind that
fly...  "What does he want?"

      "To be the boss," Bridgette replied.  "Total control.  He said..."  She
squinted at the ceiling while she recalled his words, "There must never be a
question which of us is in control - you must obey my wishes in all things."

      Shannon wrinkled her nose.  "That's, like, slavery!"

      "If he delivers, what's so bad about it?" Bridgette burst out.  "You
haven't..."

      "What did he do to you?"

      "He just... took control.  One moment I was giving him crap, and the
next he was sucking my neck and little chills were running all over my body!
And then..."

      "And then what?"

      "And then he described our situation as if he'd been watching us through
binoculars for a month - that's what he did!" Bridgette snapped.  "He called
me a damned liar and...  a big, unhappy girl who wasn't getting any male
attention and had settled on you for emotional support!"

      "Maybe he has been watching!" Shannon mused.

      "Then how come he didn't know we live together?"

      Shannon shook her head.  "This is pretty freaky..."

      "So you would pass it up?" Bridgette snapped.

      "I think I would want to know more!"

      "Look, you haven't..." Just the memory provoked a shudder from
Bridgette.

      "No, I haven't," Shannon agreed.  "But maybe you're TOO close!"

      "Not yet I'm not!" Bridgette declared.

      Shannon puffed a sigh.  "You're doing this."  It was a statement, not a
question.

      "Yes, I am!"

      "And if I opt out..."  Shannon gazed at her friend.  She didn't have to
finish the thought.  There would be a breakup.

      "Yes."

      Something this crazy guy had done or said had Bridgette beyond reason.
The only thing to do was to hang in there and find out what it was.  "Okay,
I'm in - but I'm suspicious, okay?"

      "Okay." Bridgette turned and made her way back to Bart.  "I'll share.
We ARE partners, sort of."

      Bart turned to Shannon.  "But you're not lesbians."

      "No."  Shannon looked away, embarrassed.  "Sort of bisexual..."

      "Fine."  Bart treated it as irrelevant.  It might even make things
easier.  "We need to move on.  Since there are two of you, it's even more
important that we ensure compatibility and that we understand each other."  He
turned to Bridgette.  "Take your skirt and panties off."  He shifted his gaze
to Shannon.  "You need to catch up.  Take off everything."

      "Why?" Shannon erupted.

      "Don't ask - you're on probation here."  Bart eyed Bridgette, who was
awaiting the results of the confrontation.  "I'm going to fuck you - both of
you - unless you're determined to break my one and only rule.  If that is the
case..."

      Bridgette rushed to fumble with the snap and zipper of her skirt, her
glare at Shannon clearly conveying, 'Well?'  Shannon's return look said,
'Okay!' in the same exasperated tone as her face disappeared while she threw
the blouse off over her head.  Next came her sturdy bra, followed by the skirt
and panties.

      "Okay, we'll lean against the wall, I guess," Bart mused, turning in
that direction.  "If one of you would care to...?"  Bridgette was on her knees
instantly, fishing in his fly - but Shannon was maybe a second and a half
behind.  Somehow, they didn't get in each other's way while they lowered
Bart's trousers and underwear.  Bridgette, shaft in hand, offered Bart's cock
to Shannon to get acquainted with.  'Okay, MAYBE this will work,' Bart mused,
as Shannon suckled his glans.

      Distant corner or no, the trio collected an audience.  Onlookers
'oooohed' and 'aaahed' as Bridgette and Shannon passed Bart's firming cock
back and forth between them; it only took a couple of passes for it to be at
full staff.  When it was, Bart murmured, "Okay, I guess we're leaning against
the wall..." and waved the girls forward.

      From behind, the differences were marked.  Bridgette was a big girl, but
she was also tall, and the bit of extra belly she was carrying aside, she was
more or less to scale everywhere for her size.  Shannon, on the other hand,
was short, had a big belly AND a big ass - and being bent over didn't showcase
the large breasts that went with the other parts.  Instead, it displayed her
ass prominently, along with the hint of 'taint' along what Shannon thought of
as her withers - the area where her inner thighs rubbed together.  She eyed
Bart over her shoulder, well aware that she was apparently on some kind of
probation.

      As soon as he had donned a rubber, Bart started with Bridgette - who was
wet from her previous orgasm and continued to be excited, but still wasn't
ready for Bart's member - and of course the rubber didn't help.  Still after
very few seconds of jockeying, Bart was sliding rhythmically deep inside her
passage.  The position wasn't tremendously romantic or tremendously
comfortable - but it WAS exciting, and the audience cheered the couple on as
Bart pumped Bridgette's passage, pistoning his length from glans to root into
her again and again.  Off to one side, one of the hotter looking dancers was
doing some other young woman using a stroke that reminded Bart of a frenzied
rabbit - something Bart deliberately avoided.  He would get his, one way or
the other; the question was, 'Are they any good?'  Secondary to that was
'Which of these is the best?'

      Bridgette was pretty damned good.  From initial insertion, she offered a
grunt at the end of every stroke, but not long at all after Bart got going
good, Bridgette moaned, "Oooooohhhh!" and dropped her head - and Bart noticed
that her legs were shaking and her asshole was winking at him.  Bart stopped
because it looked like Bridgette's knees might give out; he held onto her hips
and waited until her balance seemed less tentative.  When she showed signs of
recovery, Bart withdrew his cock; it seemed like a good time to stop and try
out the competition...

      Shannon was harder to get into.  For one thing, she wasn't really warmed
up.  Bart's initial inclination was to change rubbers, but then he remembered
that Bridgette and Shannon were roommates and undoubtedly having sex with each
other; anything one had, the other undoubtedly had, too.  It was just another
open question - but it simplified things both from a removal and installation
viewpoint and because Bridgette had copiously lubricated the exterior of the
rubber.  Bart managed to forgo commercial lubricants and use the natural one
present, and after a couple of abortive attempts managed to worm his cock into
Shannon's channel.

      Once past the opening, things smoothed out; Bart grabbed Shannon's
chunky hips and set about making her ass jiggle.  Shannon was a lot more vocal
than Bridgette, starting with "Oh, FUCK!" when he buried himself to the balls
the first time.  After that it was "Fuck...  Yeah...  Ogod....  Shit!
Jeezus!  Yes!  Ohhh..." - something every fourth stroke or so.   Bart had been
able to get at Bridgette's clit by reaching around her, but inches and angles
didn't allow that with Shannon.  Shannon's ass was prominent, obviously, so
Bart started playing with her sphincter with his thumb - and Shannon came
unglued, doing push-ups against the wall to ramp up the impacts.  "OH YEAH!
YEAH!  SHIT!"  Bart had no problem figuring out when she got her orgasm; her
asshole opened up and swallowed his thumb to the first joint, then tried to
milk it.

      Bart went back to Bridgette, who was a little surprised when he pointed
her back at the wall, but more than happy to oblige.  This time Bart went
looking exclusively for his own pleasure - but Shannon wormed her way between
Bridgette and the wall and the pair kissed while Shannon held Bridgette stable
and Bridgette came anyway just before Bart unloaded into the rubber; the
timing was undoubtedly NOT a coincidence.  Bart staggered back and Bridgette
surprised him by turning and kneeling to collect the rubber, then emptying it
- while Shannon sucked in his cock.  'If they continue to cooperate,' Bart
mused, 'this thing might work...'  Hauling up his pants, Bart announced, "It's
hot in here.  Let's go outside for a while."

      The club allowed for this, the theory being that they couldn't tolerate
smoking - tobacco OR pot - or other drug use in the club, but what you did in
the parking lot was beyond their control.  They issued those colored paper
wristbands like those used at amusement parks to anyone headed outside
temporarily.  Bart waited for the girls to dress and led them out to his new
Charger R/T.  "Let's all sit in back," he suggested, opening a rear door.
Bridgette went first, and Bart followed, despite the issues of center seating.
Shannon wedged herself in last.  Roomy it wasn't but no one had to turn around
awkwardly.  "This is cooler?" Shannon muttered.

      Bart leaned up between the seats and fired up the engine, then turned on
the air conditioner.  "It will be."

      "Okay, so, what is it you're looking for?  What do you think you're
getting?  Sex slaves?"  Shannon continued to be the voice of the pair.
Bridgette gave her a dirty look, but turned her attention to Bart.

      Bart pursed his lips.  "Let me pitch this as it was originally planned -
which was for one.  Each of you can assume that the offer is for you alone for
now; when I'm done, we can look at the complications involved in there being
two of you."  Neither female said anything, so he continued, "To a certain
extent, I guess you're not far off the mark.  Normally, things should be all
very domestic - I have no plans for you to call me strange titles or for me to
refer to you by anything debasing or for you to run around naked wearing
nothing but a dog collar - although it might be fun occasionally.  Corporal
punishment would be something only offered under extreme circumstances - but I
retain the right to spank you or whatever without incurring an assault charge.
You'll sleep in my bed, unless I'm angry with you or something, in which case,
you'll sleep somewhere else - at a guess, just where is dependent upon just
how angry I am, but cages in the basement are not an option.  Basically, you
give me what I want, when and how I want it, and I take care of you.  It's not
complicated in overview, but the details could be, I guess."

      "What about outsiders?" Bridgette asked.  "What will they think I am?"

      "My significant other," Bart replied.  "Actually, this wouldn't be an
incorrect assumption on their part, as it would be accurate, if all goes well.
In fact, legitimizing things would be an option - but you would have to sign a
prenuptial agreement that left you penniless and without rights upon any
divorce."

      "Whoa!" Shannon interrupted.  "Did you say marriage?"

      Bart nodded.  "It is a possibility.  This would be a layer over our
basic relationship and the rules wouldn't change - it would just legitimize
things.  Obviously, we wouldn't be talking about next week, or anything - it
is something possible down the road."  He pursed his lips.  "Obviously, having
two of you complicates this particular feature of the offer."

      "Yeah..." Shannon shook her head.  Marriage?  Just how serious WAS this
guy?

      "So how long would this all last?" Bridgette asked.

      Bart shrugged.  "Until it doesn't work any more.  Until you can't or
won't obey me.  Until we tire of one another.  Optimally, until one of us
dies."  At Bridgett's gasp, he added, "we've complicated things, but I'm
prepared to offer the successful candidate a permanent relationship."

      Shannon shook her head to clear it.  "Based upon..." she waved at the
club.

      "Based upon physical compatibility.  Based upon the fact that I find you
visibly pleasing.  Based upon the fact that I believe that you are properly
motivated to accept my offer," Bart replied.

      "And what leads you to believe that?" Shannon asked archly.

      "Because you're not getting any others," Bart replied bluntly.  "Because
you're desperate.  Because when you get right down to it I'm not asking more
than you're willing to give to have a man."  Shannon reeled, falling back in
the seat as if she'd been slapped.  Bridgett sat like a statue, her face
tight.

      Bart let the silence hang.  Finally, Bridgette said, "That's not nice."

      "Nice doesn't enter into it," Bart replied.  "It's TRUE - and, frankly,
it is one of the primary criteria I used to select you.  So whether it is nice
or not, it's why you're here.  Why should I make an offer like this to some
spoiled bitch who has hot and cold running men?  Because I want to be laughed
at?  I'm making this offer to you because you are in a position to value it."

      "You're pretty weird," Shannon declared.

      "Okay," Bart replied.

      "That's it?  Okay?"

      "I don't see regular guys offering you much," Bart replied.  "Maybe you
should look into weird.  If you can't put up with my weirdness, that pretty
much dictates your decision in this matter, doesn't it?"

      "I don't even know your name," Bridgette husked.

      "It's Bart.  That's Hobart, to be clear, but I wouldn't advise you to
attempt to call me that on a regular basis, unless you have a thing for being
spanked.  What's YOUR name?  I've gathered Shannon's from conversation."

      "It's Bridgette," the tall woman supplied.  "How could you select us out
of a crowd without even knowing our names?"

      "He picked you, Bridgette - he didn't pick me," Shannon interrupted.
"I'm only here because..."

      "You were on my short list," Bart replied.  "Several spaces down, but
you were on it."  He turned to Bridgette.  "I didn't need to know your names
to see what you were doing and to understand why you were doing it.  I didn't
need your names to divine your motives and your feelings.  That's what I
needed to be able to select you."

      "So, in like five minutes," Shannon began.

      "I'd been watching you since your arrival at eight-thirty.  The fact
that you were some of the first ones through the door is relevant, don't you
think?" Bart interrupted her.  "Actually, I was here for the last Unlimited
Ladies Night - and you both were, too..."

      Shannon's face collapsed.  "Damn you!" She tried to slap him, but he
caught her wrist.  After a brief struggle, she collapsed and he folded her
over onto his lap and rubbed her back while she choked out sobs.  Turning to
Bridgette, he said, "I know - I'm being brutal.  But I'm being brutally
HONEST!  If you accept my offer, you need to have no illusions about it - or
about why you're accepting it."