A rather non-descript grey building stood on a road just beyond a busy intersection. It did not appear special to any casual passerby save for the insignia over the front door. It was a crimson red circle stylized with the letter 'A' in a flowing and elegant font. The doors of the building were sturdy and secure, leading most to believe it held something of importance. Hardly anyone ever came knocking uninvited, those who did either found themselves curtly rebuked entry or lured inside to partake in off-hours merriment. Public sex, like everywhere in the free-use world, was commonplace and casual in the establishment.
Just inside the building, Charlotte Knox Lancaster swept her long red hair back over her shoulder and adjusted the black suit jacket over her slim torso. The velvety soft material on the inside kept her bare chest comfortable. Matching dress pants completed the outfit to give off an air of sophistication and authority, something the woman took pride it. Though, she usually opted to go without a blouse as it would be far too restrictive. Some skin exposure was still a classy look. A few traces of dried cum lingered on her skin from earlier in the day.
Charlotte was standing before the main entrance of Club Agóri and she was primed to start the night's festivities. Saturdays were usually their most well-attended shows and the crowd of patrons would be arriving within the hour. The foyer was brightly lit and calm, a stark contrast to the bustle of the main dance room where the boys and other club employees were currently in the last moments of preparation. Charlotte was very glad her stage crew could handle most of the chaos in there and she could afford to turn her attention to other matters.
Right on time, the front door of the club slid open and the first guest arrived. "Ms. Jones. Welcome. I'm Charlotte Lancaster, general manager of Agóri. We spoke during your interview."
"Yes, yes. Very nice to finally meet you." The new client was Rebecca Jones, a businesswoman from out of state. She was dolled up in a shimmering blue dress with cutouts that exposed her hips and breasts. Her long blonde hair was styled to cascade down her back in waves. She had obviously put in substantial effort to look her best for tonight. Her demeanor, however, was reserved and shy. Fairly typical of first-time guests.
"You are right on time for the new-member orientation. If you would follow me, please." Charlotte gently led the woman past the reception desk. The hallway was lined with abstract paintings that resembled sexual scenes; bodies of all sizes splayed out in obscene depictions of lust. The two women entered a small office near the end of the hallway. It wasn't anything fancy, Charlotte rarely spent much time in her office. She was much more concerned with the daily workings of the club and its members, preferring to be physically present as much as possible. Getting a good view of club activities was just a benefit.
"Well. I'm sure you are excited and probably nervous to be here. I'd like to start by giving you a rundown of the club and how we operate." Charlotte started into her normal speech for newcomers.
"That sounds good." Rebecca politely smiled and clutched her small purse tight to her lap. The young professional was just as Charlotte had predicted, excited and nervous.
"Club Agóri is the preeminent venue for pubescent and pre-pubescent boy entertainment in the country. We were established 20 years ago to satisfy a very particular clientele, those who find great pleasure in young boys. We tend to source our talent locally, recruiting from the elementary and middle schools in the area. Though, we have other selection methods as well. We provide all of our recruits with ample training and experience to become the best entertainers possible. The experiences we offer are second to none and as such are very exclusive." Charlotte was greatly amused at how Rebecca's breathing had sped up as she described the club to the woman. Getting the blonde revved up for the coming festivities was all part of the process.
"Of course, you are familiar with our vetting process. We only accept clients who meet our high standards of sexuality and appreciation for the delicacy of little boys." Another unnamed factor was money. The Agóri experience was not cheap by any stretch of the imagination. Every one of their guests was suitably capable of dishing out their own cash for more pleasures.
"Being that this is your first visit, we will provide a host to keep you company for the duration of your time here. A boy specific to your tastes who will make sure you are comfortable and entertained throughout the evening. He'll be waiting for us in the main dance room, where most of the action happens. Feel free to ask anything of him, our boys truly do love to please. Dances take place on a set schedule and we've got a marvelous setlist for tonight. You're sure to see something you like." Charlotte was highly amused watching the blonde woman in front of her get more turned on by the second while also trying to maintain her composure.
Rebecca bit her glossed lip and gently rubbed one of her exposed nipples between her fingertips. She'd had so many fantasies about this place, now being here was almost too much to handle. She'd fucked little boys before, of course, it was easy enough to find one in public to have her way with. While they were cute, they were usually unrefined and it was difficult to hold their interest. If any of the stories she'd heard about Club Agóri were true, then she'd found literal heaven on earth.
"Do you have any questions for me? I am an open book, anything you'd want to know." Charlotte smirked as she leaned forward and let her breasts press forward against her suit jacket.
"How many boys do you have here?" Rebecca calmed herself a bit. She didn't want to look like too much of a brainless boy-slut in front of the general manager.
"In total we employ thirty-two boys between the ages of six and thirteen as entertainers, though we only have twenty-one on staff tonight. And we are expecting sixteen guests, including yourself, for tonight's show. There will be plenty of young studs to go around. Of course, playing with other guests is encouraged as well."
Rebecca pressed her thighs together but held her composure. "I'm sorry if this is too much on the business side of things, but how are the boys paid for their work?"
"Of course. Lots of our customers want to make sure our boys are being fairly compensated for their efforts. Each of them makes an hourly wage that is put into a trust fund in their name, most of them are planning to use it for college. Any tips they receive during our shows are theirs to keep and do with as they please. Some of the boys who've been here the longest have gotten quite good at coaxing dollars out of your wallet. Almost as good as their ability to milk orgasms from your cunt." Charlotte smirked.
A husky moan left the blond woman's lips. "Uah~. Speaking from experience, I presume?"
Charlotte shrugged innocently. "All I will say is that this job has some very nice perks. Now, how about we go get you settled in before the show really starts."
Rebecca stood and readjusted her dress. "Sounds lovely."
The two women briskly walked down a short hallway to the heavy door that marked the entrance to the main dance room. Charlotte grasped the handle firmly. "It can be a bit overwhelming at first. Just take it all in."
The heavy door silently slipped open and revealed a veritable wonderland of pleasures. The main dance room was fairly large, encompassing the main stage, bar, lounge area and several secluded tables. It was dimly lit with hazy lamps to encourage a sedated atmosphere and add to the mystique. Long red drapes hung from most of the walls, framed by gold trim and tassels. The majority of the floor space was taken up by very modern curved couches, designed to seat about four people each. They were plush, elegant, and well maintained. The whole space smelled distinctly of a rich perfume.
The stage took up the entire back wall with a long catwalk that stretched into the seating area for optimal audience engagement. Three stripper poles were situated at the corners of the stage and end of the catwalk. There were a few spotlights mounted on the ceiling. Spreading out around the stage were the couches, around fifteen in total. The bar was set back into a corner of the room, it was small but adequately stocked. A side hallway led to a few private rooms, most of which were themed or had special equipment in them.
There were a few boys wandering the area making last-minute preparations or psyching themselves up for the night. They all turned to glance at the door, flashing warm smiles at the general manager and new patron. Each of them was dolled up in a unique outfit, very revealing sets of lingerie or skimpy costumes. They looked marvelous, each and every one of them a testament to the beauty of the young male figure. Soft skin, perfectly tousled silky hair, subtle curves, and ruggedly adorable faces. Most sported prominent crotch bulges, their young bodies already eagerly anticipating the night's activities.
"You're free to play with whoever you can get your hands on, though some of the boys do have preferences as to who they spend time with." Charlotte turned to look at her guest, watching the newcomers experience the club for the first time was a treat.
Rebecca's lips were tightly pressed together but her eyes were wide open. They bounced all around the room, taking in the ambiance while also fixating on all of the boys. She counted seven in total, not even half of the selection for the night. Yet already she was blown away by their individual beauty and demeanor. They gave off professional yet cute and sultry vibes. The blonde businesswoman could feel her cunt fully soaked under her dress and panties.
"I… it's… hughhhh… wow." A bit embarrassed at her rather unrefined reaction, Rebecca glanced away and covered her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Ahh, no need for that. Many of our guests are similarly awestruck on their first visit. Come, let's sit down and introduce you to your companion for the night." Charlotte gestured to a nearby couch upon which sat a brown-haired boy. He was swaying back and forth in his seat, very happy to be chosen for the duty of personal attendant. He beamed at the two women as they approached the couch.
"Hiya! My name is Jordan, I'm nine years old and I'm in the 4th grade." He eagerly recited his opening line; the boys were trained to emphasize their ages whenever possible. On this particular night, Jordan was dolled up in a form-fitting dark green bunny suit. It shimmered in the lights and hugged his body in all the right ways, perfectly showing off his lithe form. It only came up to his lower chest and had a dip as if to show off cleavage. He had on a pair of black stockings underneath, though those probably wouldn't last the night. His full outfit was completed with a snap-on collar and wrist cuffs. Like the others, his crotch stood out prominently with the material of his suit already being tented by a boyish erection.
"Oh my, aren't you just the cutest little thing ever!" Rebecca swept into her seat, dress and hair flowing into position as she cuddled up to her host. Her initially shy demeanor was gone, replaced by an experienced predator on the hunt.
"Gah, thank you ma'am. It's my honor to serve you tonight." Jordan was on the shyer side of the boys in the club, which was exactly why he'd been chosen to accompany Ms. Jones tonight. She'd shown a great penchant for overpowering small and weak little ones. Even now her hand was possessively on his thigh and her body was almost smothering him. Rebecca was in her element now. And Jordan was an expert at the role of helpless prey, enjoying it every bit as much as the women who pressed themselves onto him.
Charlotte watched the pair with satisfied amusement. She'd seen so many little boys charm and fuck countless clients, the motions were really nothing new. But the first time a newcomer got to play with one of the Agóri boys was always special in her mind. A little tasting of things to come. Jordan's mouth and hands were on Rebecca's bare breast now, sucking tenderly on her nipple while the woman explored his body. She was enraptured with how adorable and sensual he was, the perfect mixture of childish and slutty. And he was all hers… all night.
"If you need anything, feel free to ask for me." Charlotte tapped the small console embedded in the arm of the couch. "It can also be used to order drinks, food, and other things you may need. I hope you thoroughly enjoy your night, Ms. Jones."
"O~of course. Thank you so much, Ms. Lancaster. I'm sure…ngh… I'm sure I'll love it here." Rebecca moaned as Jordan brushed her hard nipple with his teeth, the little boy wasn't entirely passive. In fact, one of his hands was already inside the leg slit of Rebeccas dress and searching around for a sensitive spot.
Charlotte withdrew from the couch and pushed her hair away from her right ear. She carefully inserted an earpiece while walking back toward the entrance of the room. It buzzed and then connected to their private network. She tapped the little device and spoke. "Status check."
A host of other crew members and staff prattled off their reports, everything from food and drink stock to backstage preparations for the dances. Other guests were beginning to arrive as well. Soon the dance room would be a hotbed of activity. Trusting the staff and boys to manage for now, Charlotte turned and headed into the side hallway. She had one more thing to check up on.
The third room on the left was reserved for a special sort of experience. Charlotte opened up the door to find Michael already in position. He was tied down to a padded table with thick leather restraints, totally naked otherwise. His barely pubescent cock was stiffly pointing to the ceiling. The room itself was somewhat bare, containing only a few chairs and cabinets of equipment. All the toys one could ever hope to use on a young boy.
"How are you feeling Michael?" Charlotte walked up to the restrained kid, running and hand over his smooth leg and up to his inner thigh. He was 12 years old, one of their more experienced entertainers. This wasn't his first time being fully restrained.
"Good. I hope they get here soon. I'm super horny." The husband-and-wife couple who would be using him today were longtime patrons. They would certainly show him a good time.
"I'm sure they'll love that, baby. But first, what's you're safe word?"
"Apple."
"And non-verbal?"
Michael snapped his fingers twice.
"Good boy. Someone will be monitoring the video feeds the whole time. Have fun." Charlotte playfully gripped the boy's stiff cock and gave it a full stroke. This caused him to groan and close his eyes. Just a little warmup. The general manager of Club Agóri walked out of the room and slowly closed the door behind her. Some of the other private rooms were occupied tonight, but none were quite as intense. A few simple roleplays and private shows, all of which had been thoroughly prepared in advance.
Now the night was really getting underway. Several guests had arrived, bringing with them a loud and vibrant energy. Many were already feeling up the boys who were parading around the room and flaunting their assets. The outfits for tonight were quite varied, rather than the theme nights where uniforms converged on a specific motif. Everything was on display from a classy deep blue lingerie and garter set to ridiculously short hotpants and a crop top emblazoned with 'Boy Toy' in glittery font. There were a few sets of clip-on kitty and puppy ears poking up around the room as well. No expense was spared in making the boys look and feel like top-class entertainers.
"Ms. Lancaster! What a pleasure to see you again." Charlotte pivoted her head to look over at the bar. A familiar patron greeted her with a smile. He was a stout man dressed in a well-fitting grey suit. Snuggled up underneath his draped arm was a ten-year-old dressed in a slutty school-boy uniform.
"Mr. Rogier, welcome. I see you've found a companion already. Glad to see our boys are always to your liking." She winked at the little school-boy, Clive was his name.
"Well, I don't think I've ever met one of your boys who wasn't to my liking. Exquisite taste in attire I must say." The man slipped a hand down the back of his little friends shorts and grabbed at his bottom. Clive squeaked and then hummed in approval, his own hands trailing up and down the body of the much larger man.
"We do aim to please. If you'd excuse me, I'm needed elsewhere." Charlotte politely disengaged from the conversation and tapped her earpiece. Moving quickly through the throng of patrons and boys, she headed toward the backstage area. It was a bit cramped, the building that they occupied was not originally intended to house this much infrastructure. A new venue was probably in order within the next few years. Though the ordeal of moving their entire operation was not something Charlotte was looking forward to.
Stalking through the backstage passage, Charlotte came upon two boys locked in a passionate make out session, both about 7 years old. The tiny blond tyke sat on an equipment box while a feisty brunette kissed him back against the wall. Both wore simple black thongs and stockings with garter belts. Lots of pre-pubescent flesh was on display and grinding together in a feverish display of lust. Tiny arms wrapped tightly around each other's bodies, pulling and gripping tight.
"Boys, boys… If you want to play with each other that badly, at least go occupy a couch on the main floor where our guests can see you." Charlotte was hardly mad at them, directing such young children often took gentle nudging in the right direction.
"Yes ma'am." The two chimed in unison and then scampered off in the opposite direction, still holding hands. The guests would certainly appreciate their little show, though hopefully the lovebirds would save the heavier play for later tonight. Charlotte was sure some of the boys were getting fucked already, too much sexual energy in the air and horny partners all around. But if they let everything go all at once, the mystique of the shows would wear thin.
Finally arriving at the source of the call, Charlotte found Nia, the stage manager, with Alex. He was a promising young talent that the club had signed on a little older than they normally allowed. He was now twelve years old with a penchant for erotic dances and gymnastics, one of their most sensual and talented performers. He had recently gotten into aerial silks, the kind of performance that was really quite unique. Watching those long, colorful silk cloths hold him aloft and wrap around his body was enchanting.
At that moment, Alex was looking distraught. His glittery makeup was running. Nia was comforting him, the two sitting off to the side of the dressing rooms. Charlotte immediately wanted to know what had happened. "What's the issue?"
"One of the supports broke off of the stage rafters. We don't know if it can be fixed in time." Nia had the boy in a side hug. She was dressed rather practically, simple pants and a low-cut blouse. Her role was never seen by the audience.
"Where's our maintenance crew?" Charlotte tapped her earpiece.
"They're already on the way but we start in just a few minutes." Nia informed the other woman.
Looking at the adorable boy in tears, Charlotte knew what she had to do. Kneeling before him, she put her hands on his shoulders. "We'll delay the show. Get in a test run with the new support in place. Don't you worry baby, you'll get to be a start tonight."
The boy started at her words. He stifled another sob and wiped his eyes carefully. "Really? But the show… the patrons…"
"They'll be fine. Plenty of boys out there to entertain them until we can get this fixed. Don't worry your pretty little head darling." Charlotte stroked Alex's bangs back and leaned in to kiss him. She gently probed her tongue into his small mouth, giving him her essence and strength. The two locked lips for what felt like an eternity, dancing an oral duet of joy.
"Now, go back to hair and makeup. Get yourself fixed up and ready for the test run." Charlotte pulled away from the young aerialist and stood up.
"Yes Ma'am!" Alex hopped up and shot off down the corridor. His cute little silver speedo reflecting in the light as his body hummed with excitement. Nia smiled at her boss. So much of both their jobs were managing the young kids. Watching them grow and expand their horizons was part of the beauty of what they did.
Smiling back, Charlotte tapped her earpiece. A gentle tone played throughout the main showroom floor, indicating an announcement. "Club Agóri welcomes our esteemed guests for this evening of illustrious entertainment. Unfortunately, due to technical difficulties, the scheduled dances will be delayed. The timeframe is unknown for now. In the meantime, other forms of entertainment are available for all to enjoy. Thank you for your patience."
Charlotte briskly walked back to the entrance of the backstage area. She anticipated a few people would be annoyed with the delay. Hardly any decision she made ever came without some pushback. But she was happy to find the guests had settled in for a bit of fun. Most of the couches were occupied, commonly with a single patron accompanied by a boy. Some lucky bastards had gotten two little playthings to keep them happy.
Lots of hands were sliding into clothing, roaming around bodies, and searching for weak spots. Gasps and moans could be heard when a particularly sensitive bit of flesh was stroked or grabbed the right way. Little murmurs of sweet nothings could be seen passing between all combinations of boys and guests, keeping the mood playful. The sexual energy of the room was palpable.
In fact, several overeager patrons had already initiated some intercourse. Charlotte was hardly surprised to see Rebecca Jones already grinding on the lap of little Jordan. Her dress was split down a break-away seam, a convenient feature of most dresses, and bunched up at her side. She had mounted the stud beneath her cowgirl style, happily pressing his head into her chest as she ground her hips into his crotch. Jordan's stiff pecker was rooted into her cunt, stimulating the pair to even greater depths of lust. His hands were on her thighs, gently squeezing while letting the older woman work at her own pace.
Some other guests were taking advantage of the delay as well. One particularly large man was reclining back while two young boys dressed in matching bodysuits and cat ears lovingly serviced his erection. They lathered his pole in sloppy kisses and caressed his balls with their tongues. Elsewhere, a gorgeously curvy woman was getting her cheeks clapped by a little stud in doggy style. Charlotte recognized her as Mrs. Delia Azul, a woman with a special mission for tonight. The thick brunette woman was determined to get knocked up by a little boy, and the club seemed like her best option. Her personal goal was to get creampies from as many different boys as possible tonight. Her intentions made very clear by the teal wristband she wore, indicating that she was not on birth control.
Charlotte kept watch over the showroom floor for quite a while, watching the debauchery unfold. She had seen many nights like this before, this was going to be her fifth year as head manager of Club Agóri. But the view never quite ceased to get her panties damp with arousal. Not that any of the guests could ever tell, she wore her business face well. One of her strengths was always being ready for anything even when unbearably horny. However, she still felt it. That desire to dive right in and find the first available partner to fuck. Straightening her jacket, she went back to studying the guests.
A quick burst of communication in her ear told Charlotte that the stage was ready. She gave the go ahead for the show to start up. The faint background music swelled into a rhythmic beat, some pulsing electronic dance music to get the blood pumping. The MC came over the speakers and announced the start of the show and who the first dancer would be. Several of the guests cheered as the curtains rolled back to reveal the stage. Charlotte quickly took stock of the rafters, everything looked good. Her eyes were then drawn to the sole performer on the stage.
Jackson was a nine-year-old little ball of energy, cute scraggly black hair and a wild gleam in his eye. The rambunctious little dancer had started with the club two years ago and was quickly becoming a crowd favorite. Tonight, he was dressed up in a black fishnet bodysuit, the material going all the way down his arms and legs. Two little pieces of neon green tape covered his nipples while black boy shorts kept his goods in place.
Jackson moved his body in rhythm with the music, the fishnets stretching over his skin with every gyration and stretch. He'd been thoroughly trained in the art of seductive dancing and had since mastered the technique. His little body was moving in all the right ways, showing off his arching back, toned legs and cute tummy. The tight shorts accentuated his solid little boner, putting it on display for everyone to ogle. His hands wove patters around his fishnets, hooking into the material and stretching it even further. Several patrons cheered him on with whistles and shouts of approval. He was good, no doubt about it.
Charlotte took notice that even though the crowd was attentive to the performance, lots of sneaky little hands were still working on their partner's bodies. Keeping the physical arousal up as well as the visual. She imagined that if she could hear the noises they were making, there would be a cacophony of breathy moans and slippery, wet sounds. For now, the music drowned out most else.
Jackson continued his dance and grabbed onto one of the stripper poles. He swung around, gripping the pole with his arms and legs. The fishnets made it a bit difficult to keep traction but the young boy had plenty of experience doing so. He twirled around effortlessly, letting different parts of his adorable body fly outward from the pole. His legs and butt brought a particularly enthusiastic response from the crowd. Playing into it, Jackson came to a stop on the ground and bent forward. His cute rear was facing the crowd as he slowly peeled the boy shorts over his ass and down his legs. His stiff boy-cock hung lewdly from a small opening in his fishnet bodysuit.
The little tyke relished in the response of the crowd. He soaked up their energy and put it into his beautifully erotic performance. Charlotte hummed approvingly as his cock and balls swung all around, bouncing in time to his hip thrusts. The crowd was getting hyped up which was great for engagement.
The bar had already served many drinks, alcoholic and not. A few appetizers had gone around but that wasn't the main draw of the club. Charlotte glanced around and… yes there it was. A fit woman in a strapless red gown had ordered some Starlight and was doing a line of the drug off of a boy's cute little cock.
Starlight was a sexual stimulant that enhanced pleasure, arousal, and stamina. It was totally harmless otherwise, non-addictive and safe for all ages. The effects were quick acting and powerful, granting it the nick-name of 'orgy-fuel'. It could be made into many different forms, from powder to edibles to pills. The drug was just hard to acquire in large quantities, which was why Club Agóri was renowned for always having it in stock.
Charlotte looked on wistfully as the little companion of the woman in the red dress was now snorting some Starlight off of her breasts. The little one was dressed in a very short skirt and tube top, a G-string barely containing his erection under the skirt. No doubt things would ramp up now that the guests were giving in to their desires more freely. Charlotte already saw far more sex happening on the couches than at the start of the dance.
Jackson ended his routine with a fabulous spin on the stripper pole as the music climaxed. The dim lights quickly cut as the song ended and the guests cheered. The little one was going to be popular when he got out on the floor tonight. He would have a few minutes to catch his breath and prepare before heading out to mingle with the guests.
Charlotte double checked the dance setlist and saw that the next up was a double act. Stephan and Kota had gotten quite good at their flirty routine. It was a sight to behold when two adorable eleven-year-old boys let out all of their lust on each other. Sweet little bodies intermingling in countless delightful ways as they danced to heighten the eroticism of the room.
The music started up, a slower jazz piece this time, and the boys arrived on the stage. Stephan was adorned with a set of strappy red lingerie. It consisted of a body harness that wrapped around his boyish form, many intricate lines of soft material wove a beautiful pattern over his chest, hips, and legs. A red G-string barely contained his impressive bulge and a fancy pair of stripper heels finished off the outfit.
Kota was looking incredible in a shimmering black club dress with spaghetti straps. It cascaded smoothly off of his shoulders and ended at his mid-thigh. It was not the most revealing piece of clothing in the club but it hugged his body in all the right ways and still gave the young dancer enough range of movement to perform. He wasn't wearing any undergarments so his cock pressed out against the material in very appealing ways. Some fancy strap sandals adorned his feet to finish off the look.
Charlotte knew she could only stay and watch the first few minutes of their routine. It started out with the taller Stephan dancing around Kota and being very provocative. The boy in the dress would act dismissive and stubborn until he fell into the rhythm of the music and let the other stunning pre-teen sweep him off his feet. The two shared their first passionate kiss as Charlotte's earpiece beeped.
"Yes, I'm on my way." She spoke curtly into the device and then turned to exit the dance hall. She had a regular routine of surveying the club facilities at about this time. Stop number one was always the security office.
The door to enter was just the same as any other in the hallway, though it was securely locked. Upon inputting the keycode, Charlotte snapped the handle down and opened the door to the brightly lit room. Inside was a single desk and chair occupied by a muscular brunette woman named Cleo. The security guard was dressed appropriately in a button up uniform shirt and long pants, though there was a hole for easy access at her crotch. She was intently studying multiple monitors of security cameras from all over the club.
"Anything of note?" Charlotte asked as she stepped into the room.
"Not really. Michael's having a whole lotta fun though." Cleo smirked and pulled up the live feed from the private room. The young boy was still strapped down on the table but his body was being exquisitely attended to by the couple who had paid for the experience. The wife was currently smothering his face with her breasts and teasing his nipples. The husband was slowly toying with Michael's cock in his mouth. Both of the patrons were very happy to have a horny little boy to share together. Charlotte could tell from his body that Michael was not going to last that long but like all of the boys in their employment, he would be up and raring to go again in no time. Each of them was trained and conditioned to go several rounds in a row. Some Starlight would also help if it became necessary.
"How about the other rooms?" Charlotte wanted a good overview of the club.
"All good." Cleo cycled through a few other feeds across the multiple monitors. There were boys in school uniforms getting felt up in a lavish hotel-like room by a group, a little tyke getting slammed by a man while the two were in a shower, and a woman who was nursing her companion like a baby while using a fleshlight on his cock. Everything was being recorded as many of the patrons liked to purchase the data-chips of their own activities.
"Seems like you're having fun too." Charlotte poked fun at the other woman who was working a vibrating dildo into her cunt.
"Well, you try to watch this stuff all night without getting off." The security guard chuckled and then lightly moaned as she pressed the toy even deeper inside herself.
"I think you forget I was just out there watching that." Charlotte pointed to the feed from the main dance room where Kota and Stephan were now fully grinding on each other and peeling off clothing.
"Yeah. You sure you don't want a go?" Cleo pulled the buzzing toy from her pussy and offered it to her boss.
"If I start, I won't be able to stop. But thanks." Charlotte declined but smiled. She quickly moved back to the door and let herself out.
The music from the dance hall was reverberating through the walls and into the lobby. It was a miracle they got so few noise complaints from the surrounding buildings. Charlotte made a quick check-in at the front desk to see how things were going. Alejandro was manning the lobby tonight, one of the more relaxing shifts in the club once the guests were all checked in. Just records to file and payments to process. Under the desk, a new recruit was happily choking on Alejandro's cock. The young boy was still in basic training and wouldn't be put on the main floor until he passed a few checks. But he was more than capable of being passed around by the staff members to relieve a bit of pressure.
"Send him over to Cleo when you're done." Charlotte commented as she strode past the desk.
"Sure thing, boss." Alejandro groaned as the little boy deepthroated his shaft.
Having done a full sweep of the facilities, Charlotte made her way back into the main dance hall. The duo dance was reaching its climax. Stephan had Kota pined back against one of the stripper polls and was slowly grinding his cock against the other boy's tool while the two kissed. They were both practically naked now, thrusting hard against bare skin to the excitement of the audience.
Glancing around, Charlotte noticed that quite a few audience members had already gotten off one way or another. Several smiling young faces were plastered with cum, sloppy kisses being exchanged between some boys. Most of the guests were momentarily spent; reclining back and cuddling with their little companions to enjoy the show. The only person still getting fucked was Mrs. Azul who was probably filled with her third creampie already. Watching the boys give in to primal urges knowing they were breeding an older woman was such a rush. Even if only one of them would have the honor of knocking her up, the process was a group effort.
The dance ended with Kota wrapped up in Stephans arms, now giggly and swooning over his partner. It was a fun show, the boys had perfected it over a few months to convey a real sense of budding attraction. If the two of them started dating soon, no one would be surprised.
A short intermission followed. The guests took the time to order food, drinks, and Starlight. The servers were bustling about to make sure everything was delivered quickly. Charlote checked in with the bar and found that their supplies of most things were adequate for the rest of the night. The lights dimmed again and the next dance started up.
The little star this time was named Nico. He was an adorable eight-year-old who specialized in a particular type of dance. While each guest was checking in, they were asked if they would like to participate in one of the performances. A lucky winner had been selected and informed of their role during intermission. Charlotte smirked at the giddy blonde woman onstage. Her name was Vivian Moore and she was wearing a silver mini-skirt and halter top combo, nothing too fancy but alluring none the less. Her long legs were crossed as she sat on a chair that had been brought onto the stage.
Nico made his entrance as the music started up. He looked incredible in a small blue string bikini, swinging his hips to the heavy beat of the song. The woman on stage looked delighted and slightly spread her legs, inadvertently revealing her went cunt to the audience. Nico quickly took up a dance around her, grazing her with his hands at every opportunity. His supple young legs were easily the most flexible of the boys and he put them to good use. Without any more fanfare, the little boy confidently slid sideways into the woman's lap and leaned back to show off his body.
Vivian squealed and drank in his form with lustful eyes. She had been instructed not to touch him during the dance so her hands were gripping the sides of the chair. Nico took every advantage of this and rotated to sit on her lap with his ass pressing into her crotch. He ground back into her with exaggerated motions, his legs spread wide to emphasize his rolling hips. Nico reached up to steady himself by wrapping his short arms over her neck. His skin and the tiny fabric of his bikini slid smoothly against Vivian's mini-skirt. The woman was clearly enraptured with his performance, soaking up his every movement while her hands were dutifully locked by her sides.
Nico hoped off her Vivian's lap and giggled. There was so much more to do. He expertly leaned over and pushed his hands up the woman's skirt, causing the shimmering material to ride up. Her bare thighs and cunt were now on full display. Pleased with his work, Nico mounted her once more this time face to face. Vivian actually blushed having the young boy so close to kissing her. Nico smirked and gave her a peck on the cheek before placing his hands on her shoulders and starting to bounce on her lap. He kept his pumps in time with the music, gyrating his pelvis and making sure the audience was getting a good show.
Charlotte snapped back to reality, having imagined herself in Vivian's place. She had been the recipient of many lap dances from many different young boys over the years. It was easy to put herself in that position mentally. Taking another look around, the general manager saw many happy and fulfilled clients. Rebecca Jones was finally done with her first series of wild copulations with her little companion. The two were cuddled up on their couch and taking in the dance. No doubt Ms. Jones would be requesting similar treatment from Jordan soon. All of the boys could give a fairly good lap dance, their training required them to be proficient in the standard forms of seduction.
"Ms. Lancaster." The tiny voice behind Charlotte took her off guard but she deftly pivoted around to see who had called her. It was Theodore, a soft-spoken ten-year-old boy with long brown hair and an adorable face. He was totally naked, whatever outfit he'd started the night with was long gone.
"How can I help you, Theo?" Charlotte tucked her hair back behind her ear as she dropped down on one knee to be at eye level with the young entertainer. The music made it difficult to hear so they leaned in close to each other.
"Can you do the thing to make me get hard?" Theo bit his lip and wiggled his hips ever so slightly. His flaccid little dick jumped at the motion. It was covered with a mix of sexual fluids from a few different people.
"Have you had some Starlight?" Charlotte eyed up the boy and assessed the situation.
"Yeah. It's work'n, just need some help." He peered at the general manager with a wistful, longing expression.
"Alright. Come over here." Charlotte led the little guy over to the bar and quickly fetched a small bottle of lube from the cabinet. She coated two of her fingers with the slippery substance and then knelt down before Theo. The extreme height difference between them made the position a challenge, but Charlotte had more than her fair share of experience fellating even smaller boys. She bent over and slipped his slowly hardening prick into her mouth, savoring the flavor by running her tongue all over it. She recognized the flavor of his cum amongst the heady mixture.
Theo moaned softly and gently placed a hand on her head. He ran his fingers through her red hair with deft care not to disturb her ministrations. He took a step to spread his legs apart as Charlotte snaked her hand around his hips and between his supple ass cheeks. She gently probed at his asshole with one finger before pressing it inside. Theo twitched but kept his muscles relaxed.
"Mmm, good boy." Charlotte praised Theo with her lips still wrapped around his semi-stiff prick. Her finger probed further into the boy's body before adding in the second digit. She continued to slurp on his boy-cock as it inflated, occasionally moving to suck his balls and clean any fluids that had dripped on them. Theo loved the feeling of being filled and getting sucked off simultaneously, it was probably his favorite warm up. He closed his eyes and gently began to thrust his hips.
Noticing this, Charlotte gave him one last hard suck and popped his rock-hard boner from her mouth. She gingerly extracted her fingers from his bottom and gave his ass cheek a good slap. "You're good to go. Get back in there."
"Thank you, ma'am!" Theo waved as he scampered back over to the couch where he and Ravi were both attending to the lovely Ms. Yukiko Liu. She was pleased at his return with a fresh stiffy and began sucking on it as Ravi ate her out. The three of them were happy to keep each other a ways off of orgasm, receiving continual pleasure until their next bout of hard-core fucking.
Charlotte turned back to the stage just as Nico was bringing Vivian to orgasm with his fingers. His bikini top had been discarded and his cock was now jutting past the side of the bottoms. He was still straddling her lap but his had was expertly maneuvered to manipulate her clit and penetrate her at the same time. His whole body was gyrating to put as much movement into the act as possible. Vivian squealed and came but never let her hands move from the chair.
Nico smiled, proud of his achievement. With the beat of the song, he spun around and dropped his upper body down to the floor. His hips were still on Vivian's legs, ass perfectly on display in the tiny bikini. He spread his legs and twerked his little round butt as best he could. That got the crowd to cheer and whistle louder. There wasn't a single soul in the room who wasn't envious of the blonde woman who was getting one hell of a personal dance.
The song revved up to a climax, setting the entire room alight with bursting energy. Nico righted himself, blew a kiss at the audience, and used one fist to begin jacking his stiff little cock. He moaned, more visible than audible over the music, and pressed himself back into Vivian. She was barely recovered from her orgasm but ready to enjoy the rest of the performance. The conclusion of this dance was a favorite of Nico's, he loved getting off on stage. The little boy flipped over and feverishly pumped his dick, breath heaving and eyes screwed shut. Vivian realized what was happening and giddily opened her mouth.
Nico howled in pre-teen orgasmic bliss as he came ropes of sticky seamen onto Vivian. It flew all over her body, giving her skin and silver halter top some new accent streaks. The woman managed to catch a bit in her mouth and savored the delicious flavor. She smirked at the audience and stuck out her tongue to show off her prize. Breathing heavily and gleaming with sweat, Nico pulled himself off of Vivian just as the song was ending. He struck a cute pose and gyrated his hips when the lights cut out. Stagehands rushed out to escort them off stage and set up for the next dance.
Charlotte watched closely as a long line of silk was hung from the rafters. The connection point was tested and held perfectly. A few of the guests perked up at the sight of the silk, they had seen this act before and were ready for the show. For others, it was new and exciting to guess what would be happening on stage. All of them were still engaged with a boy or two, some even having paired up to enjoy group activities.
Now that the music had died down, the sharp cries of pleasure and mumble of conversation could be heard much more clearly. The crowd was fairly lively tonight. Charlotte caught a few snippets as she made a round through the seating area. "Good boy, fuck mommy's ass nice and slow." "Haungh you boys suck dick better than most of my associates." "Yes ma'am, fifth grade." "WOH, that's the good shit. Starlight hits the spot." "How did such an adorable little tyke like you end up working in a place like this?"
The boys were free to tell the patrons about themselves, of course. Sometimes while cuddling and playing the little ones could recount how they'd been scouted for the job or auditioned in the yearly talent festival. Patrons usually assumed that the boys were working mainly for the money but that was almost never the case. Club Agóri only hired talent who were passionate about the arts of dance and seduction. Being adorable, horny little fuckers was just a plus.
The guests and boys from the private rooms were also starting to trickle in and find places among the crowd. It was rare that anyone wanted to play in isolation for more than a few hours, communal sex was a natural instinct to most. The men, women and boys wandered into the seating area and took up the last few couches available. Seating would be an issue if this kept up. Charlotte signaled to the crew to start bringing out the lounge chairs from the side rooms.
In the midst of everything, the stage lights dimmed. Alex made his entrance as the music picked up. He wore nothing but a shiny silver speedo and some glittery makeup. His slender body moved in sync with the soft, ominous flow of the music. The energy of this dance was far more subdued than the previous performances. Alex liked to entrance his audience with mystique and anticipation rather than an aggressive tempo. The boy adeptly sauntered over to the hanging silks and caressed them, letting the flowing material run over his arms while stalking around them with fluid steps.
In a swift motion, he wrapped one of the silks around his arm and pulled up. Swinging his body horizontally, the young aerialist held himself aloft with heavenly grace. He lazily swung his smooth legs back and forth while reaching to grab the other silk for more support. The audience was totally silent now, every eye glued to the dazzling scene before them.
The music slowly built up dramatic tension which Alex used to make his ascent even more thrilling. He steadily climbed his way up the silks, using both his legs and arms to wrap the material around and heave his body into the air. He was only about four feet off of the stage but towered over the audience who were all on a seated on lower ground. Tension was running high as the young boy began to wrap the lengths of silk around his body, twisting and tangling it in a specific way.
On the apex of a loud horn crescendo, Alex released his weight and twisted as he fell. The silks spun and whirled around his lithe body, going taunt at the last moment to catch him just a heartbeat before he reached the ground. The crowd let out relieved breaths and gave hearty applause. Alex simply smiled and started up the silks again. His nubile, toned body was flexed all the way to the top.
Fastening the silks around his waist this time, Alex simply spun and let his body flow. He appeared to be swimming through the air, languid motions showed off his legs and chest. Alex knew a couple of good tricks but the drop he'd already done was his biggest one. Fortunately there were other ways to keep the patrons attention.
The boy spun in place, the silks caressing and tightening around his body to get in a new position. He had locked in an arm to each silk and let his legs float freely beneath him. He spread them wide and began gyrating his hips. His shimmering speedo reflected the stage lights and showed off his hard package. His adorable round butt was also on display for everyone.
Alex repositioned again, this time to have the silks supporting him under his arms and around his chest. This was the most freeing position for all of his limbs. Raising his legs upward, the boy could just about grab his speedo and slowly tug it over his hips. He got the shiny garment to his knees where he let them drop onto his feet and then flicked them off, aiming for one of the couches near the stage.
With his stiff boy-cock now free, Alex deftly weaved a silk around his upper thigh and then down his leg. He let himself fall, but only to dangle upside down this time. One arm gripped silk while his second hand went to work teasing his beautiful stiff rod. He probably wouldn't cum just from this, but it was a good warm-up. The audience loved it though, the tension from the first drop had dissipated and the guests were cozying up to their boys again, hands roaming to all sorts of places. The night was wearing on and the guests were more than happy with their time so far but a satisfying conclusion was coming due.
Knowing his short routine was coming to an end, Alex righted himself and undid his bindings. The music dimmed to a shallow hum, a gentle piano accompanied by strings. In time with it, Alex wound a silk around his abdomen and slid down it, stretching a hand upward as the lights dimmed.
The crowd erupted with cheers and applause. Charlotte beamed at the boy as he scurried off stage. Alex was certainly a unique talent. Someone who could pick up a new style in just a few short months and then display it with wide appeal. Skills like that were a pretty big deal. He already had a few other clubs interested in signing him once he aged out of Club Agori. Most of the boys continued dancing in some respect but only a few made a lifelong career out of it.
Charlotte hummed in relief. Those were all of the dances done for the night. Now the final act was up. All of the boys knew what they were supposed to do and very little usually went awry at this point. The little ones all politely excused themselves from their hosts and moved toward the stage. It was a visual smorgasbord of boys in all states of undress and arousal. Some were rock hard, having just left a wet hole and in search of another one to penetrate. Others were surprisingly still half-dressed and meandering along, their arousal tempered by a few previous orgasms. All of them grouped up on the stage and filled up the space, a wave of soft boy-skin packed together under bright lights.
A simple, spicy background tune was playing over the speakers. Something easy to dance along to. The boys, about eighteen of them, had assembled and grouped up in various creative ways. Most were bumping along to the rhythm, grinding their young bodies together and getting each other excited. A trio of boys were locked together in a three-way kiss with hands massaging each others cocks back to full hardness. The music kicked up a notch and all of the boys took notice, swaying their hips gently to the rhythm. The effect was hypnotic.
Each and every patron was locked onto the stage with full intensity. Most were pleasuring themselves with short, fast movements. Their own hands were satisfying for the moment but the real objects of their desires were just out of reach. A few of them looked to be on the edge, holding back orgasms for just the right time. A few had already spent some of their sexual release but more was always better.
The boys kept themselves busy with all sorts of raunchy entertainment. Their dances became more provocative, arms raised and bodies pressed together in desperation for more contact. One particularly little one was soon hoisted up by his legs and impaled on the stiff cock of the boy he'd been dancing with. This set off a cascade as many other pairs and groups started their own fornication. It wasn't long before almost all of the boys on stage were softly rutting into a willing hole. Some ended up in 69s on the floor, some were taken doggy style, others kept up the dance but rocked back and forth for sweet stimulation.
Charlotte grinned as she surveyed the room full of horny people. The patrons were quite rowdy now, shouting and egging on the boys to go harder and faster. Everyone was high on the freely-flowing sexual energy (and probably Starlight as well). There was usually bit more delay in the final act, but Charlotte decided to get things moving. She tapped her earpiece and signaled for the MC to push up the schedule.
The music continued to bump along and the boys were having good fun with each other, mixed together in many unique ways. A slight tone played through the speakers and each of the young entertainers knew what it meant. They all slowed down their movements and turned their attention to the audience. More than a dozen cherubic faces beamed at the guests. In unison they shouted, "Come fuck us!"
In a flash, every guest was up and moving. The stage and surrounding couches were quickly overrun with a wild assortments of bodies joined in every possible way. The fucking was fast and ferocious, a cacophony of wet slapping and intense groaning filled the room. Everyone, patron and entertainer alike, was engrossed in the carnal act of group sex. Kisses and wanton groping went around freely in the mass of people, anyone close enough to reach was fair game. Even as positions shifted and partners moved around, no cock or cunt was left unattended for very long.
Already some mind-melting orgasms were being fired off. Beautiful cries of ecstasy filled up the room, melding with the fast paced sounds of wanton sex. Some of the boys were trained to save their biggest, thickest loads for last. The cum shots that those little tykes could produce were astounding to say the least. Some went right into cute butts or pussies but others flew freely onto faces and chests. The whole area devolved into a sticky mess as some boys achieved multiple orgasms and coated their partners in spunk. Slow, passionate, cum-swapping kisses were traded around as the fucking continued.
A tingling in Charlotte's cunt made her shift her legs. This was heaven. The unmatched beauty and splendor of the spectacle in front of her was enough to drive anyone into a sexual frenzy. The nubile, soft bodies of little boys fucking and getting fucked were the ultimate carnal temptation. But patience was a virtue. One that Charlotte practiced to the extreme in some cases. She knew that she could probably throw away her inhibitions and join in the orgy taking place just steps away. Get her aching cunt plowed by some boy cock and her tits sucked on by everyone in that pile. The staff of the club could handle the rest of the night without much fuss. But it was always safest to keep her composure. Even with a dripping cunt, Charlotte was ever the proper general manager.
The final blast of that frenzied energy was winding down now. The group of men, women and boys had run through a tremendous amount of orgasms in just a few minutes. Too much wound up tension results in quick deeds more often than not. Basking in their afterglow, the tangle of people began to unwind and clean themselves up. Towels and wipes were distributed to everyone, though the untiring tongues of some cum-hungry participants had already gotten to most of the savory treats.
"I must commend you for another incredible show." Mr. Rogier nodded politely to Charlotte as he passed, appearing just as sexually exhausted as everyone else. One of the smallest boys, Luke, was snugly cuddled up to his side as they walked. Both of their cocks were soft but covered in a mix of sexual juices.
With a staff member helping her stand, Mrs. Azul wobbled to her feet and took a moment to steady herself. Her skin was noticeably less cum-stained than most of the other participants even though she easily took the record tonight for most little boys fucked. Charlotte wondered if she'd managed to get a creampie from all twenty-one of them. The river of boy-cum leaking from her overused pussy was a testament to her dedication to being knocked up tonight. Hopefully the breeding was successful and one of the little tykes would be a daddy soon.
After several more people slowly extracted themselves from the final act festivity, Ms. Rebecca Jones came into view. Her dress was still miraculously clinging onto her body, the shimmering blue material ripped and drenched in cum. She was laying on her back on the stage, little Jordan was still lightly pumping into her. Another boy's deflating cock was in her mouth and she was still sucking on it.
Charlotte motioned for the boy in her mouth to pull back and moved in to kiss Ms. Jones. The two women shared a passionate moment as Jordan gave his last few pumps. He squirmed and shuddered as he shot his last orgasm into his patron. The little one was all sexed out it seemed. His effeminate, toned young body was limp atop Rebecca.
"It takes a lot to wear out one of our boys. You must be a real fiend." Charlotte ran her hand over Jordan's head. He was weary but had a huge smile on his face.
"More like your boys are hardcore studs! I've never had young dick that could fuck like this. Jordan here was amazing but I need so much more." Rebecca groaned as Jordan pulled out of her.
"I'm sure someone around here still has a bit of energy. I can set you up in one of the private rooms." Charlotte kissed the woman once more before quickly scanning the crowd. Most of the boy-cocks were soft but a few showed signs of life. She signaled for two of the slightly older boys to follow her and got them set up in a vacant room. Charlotte specifically instructed them to wear out the new guest. Rebecca followed soon after and they proceeded to double-team the woman. Sounds of their climactic threesome could be heard through the walls.
The rest of the guests were saying their goodbyes to the boys. The end of the night had finally arrived. Lots of long kisses and genital groping went on as the room cleared. Some people dipped into the small shower located in one of the side rooms but many were happy to wear the marks of their sexual escapades freely. It was always hard to get the boy-loving crowd to disperse in a timely manner and this night was no different. Charlotte gently prodded the process along and kept sending some of the boys backstage. Eventually the main hall was cleared out and the cleanup process began. Everything needed to be wiped down and reorganized. Lots of clothing was haphazardly discarded around the room; bits of lingerie, undergarments, stockings, even a butt plug.
Rebecca lasted just a bit longer before she wobbled out of the private room. Her two companions had been very attentive to wring every bit of sexual energy left in her. The woman was thoroughly pleased with her experience and would certainly return for more many more shows in the future.
Charlotte waited around for the last closing procedures to start up before she considered going home herself. There was another show tomorrow after all. Having been the general manager of Club Agóri for several years, she was used to the schedule.
After a short ride home, Charlotte finally reached her front door. The house was a simple two-story abode in a nice suburb. She was the breadwinner of their family and happily provided with what she could. Her husband, David, was a freelance photographer and her wife, Alia, stayed home to look after the kids.
"Mommy!" Charlotte was a bit startled as she opened the front door. She could barely react before her nine-year-old son, Quinn, tackled her with a hug. The young boy was stark naked and very erect. His hips started gently thrusting against his mother.
"He insisted on staying up and seeing you. He knows how you get after work. Everyone else is asleep." David was seated on the couch just inside the living room. He was not quite as naked but a noticeable bulge tented his shorts.
"Oh~ You two really didn't have to stay up for me." Charlotte rustled her son's hair and hugged him back.
Quinn giggled. "Can we fuck now mommy? Please, please, please, please?"
Charlotte was already peeling off her suit jacket and pants. After an intense few hours of denying herself the most exquisite sexual pleasures, she wasn't wasting any time. At home she wasn't the general manager of Club Agóri, just 'mommy'. "~Alright~, take me to bed you horny little rascal."
The pair paused just long enough for Charlotte to look back at her husband. "You joining us?"
The subsequent threesome nearly broke the master bed and came close to waking the rest of the family. The trio fucked to utter exhaustion. Charlotte Knox Lancaster fell asleep sandwiched between her husband and son, with cum leaking from both of her holes and a peaceful smile on her face.