Future of Porn

“The following is a true story and although some of the details may be a little different than what really happened (my memory is not that good), on the whole, the story is true and I have written it to be as close to what really happened as possible. Also, all parties indicated in the story were at least 18 at the time of the events.”

I have this friend, for the purposes of this story I’ll call him John. John is a bit of a pervert, but he is one of those guys that you just can’t help but like and enjoy being with. He and I have been friends since high school and he is THE bad influence in my life. Every once in a blue moon, he calls and asks if I “want to go and have some fun tonight.” At first, this statement seemed a little harmless and I always jumped at the chance, but every once in a while it turns into something that really pushes the envelope of my personal preferences.

This one particular summer afternoon, he called:

“Hey Jenn…It’s John. You got any plans for the evening? You want to go and have some fun tonight?”

“Hi John…What do you have in mind?”

“I can’t tell you that. You interested?”

He always does this to me. He knew he had me and I could tell he was grinning on the other end of the phone because he knew what this would do to me.

“Well, shouldn’t I at least know what I am getting into and maybe what to wear?”

“Wear something sexy.”

“Any other details you are willing to divulge?”

I heard a giggle then “Nope. I’ll pick you up at 7:00. It is a bit of a drive and we will be out late so you may want to take a nap this afternoon.”

“What are we doing John?”

“You’ll see. If you don’t like it then you don’t have to be my friend anymore. See you at 7.”

I then immediately heard a click on the other end and he was gone.

With John, there is never telling what to expect, other than something uninhibited, wild and/or surreal will be involved. I of course spent the day wondering what the heck I was about to get into, but I went about my business taking care of my house chores and errands that I needed to get done.

At 7:00 I was all ready. I had a sexy black dress on with these really cool high heels that I had bought for a wedding I attended a few months earlier. He showed up at 7:00 sharp, knocked at the door and walked in as I opened the door for him. He smiled and looked me up and down as he walked into my apartment.

“Perfect!” was all he could say.

“Thank you. So where are we going?”

“You’ll see. I’ll tell you more about it when we get close to the place.”

“John! What are we doing?”

“You’ll see. Trust me. You’ll have a great time.”

Although John is a pervert and very secretive about these types of things, I knew him well enough to know he would never do anything that would cause me any harm. I also knew that whatever we got into, he would let me control the choices. He would never put me in the position of doing something I really wouldn’t do.

We had driven north for about an hour and he finally started telling me what his plan was.

“OK. Here is what is up. Have you ever been to a swing club?”

“A what?”

He just laughed. “A swing club.”

“No. What is a swing club?”

“In our society, there are growing number of couples that openly share their partner with other people. This used to be done mostly as home parties, but a few places have turned this into a club. The place we are going tonight is called a swing club.”

“But we aren’t really a couple John, right?”

“That’s right, but these clubs have gone beyond simple couple sharing and basically have turned into sex clubs. Tonight, you will see things that you probably can’t see in any other place. You likely will see sex acts and nudity, female on female, male on female, group nudity, group sex, voyeurism, you name it and there is a good chance you are going to see it. If you want, you also can participate in any of it that you feel comfortable with, but only if you want to participate. That is an important rule of the club. A person must ask permission and No means No. Anyone violating these rules is promptly thrown out.”

I didn’t know what to say. This went way beyond anything we had ever done before and way beyond anything I had ever thought about. My head was truly spinning by everything he had just said.

“Are you still interested? We can go back if you aren’t comfortable with it.”

I had to admit. He certainly had a flare for pushing the envelope with me. I mean, I had been sexually active for a handful of years and had done some things that I know most of my friends had never done, but here I was considering doing something that was completely out of the realm of thought. Something so wild, I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

“So, let me get this straight. This place will be full of people from all walks of life in different stages of nudity and sexual acts and everyone will be watching?”

“Not exactly. There are public rooms and private rooms. Some people will only be there to watch. Some will get drunk, loud and obnoxious. There will be dancing and games and socializing and friendly people everywhere. Nobody is required to do anything, but everyone is pretty much allowed to do anything they want as long as there is consent involved.”

“So, if I don’t like something, or somebody, I have ways to get out of the situation pretty easy.”

“Yep. I’ll be right there with you and I’ll make sure there is no danger. I also don’t want to lie to you. When you said all walks of life, I can tell you that it will truly be a little and a lot of everything. You will find that you will stand out in this crowd. Most people that visit the club are not as young and attractive as you are. Many are heavily over weight. Many are middle aged or older. There are always a large number of single guys of all ages lurking around this place. And you will hear questions that you have never been asked before.”

“How so?”

“Remember, the rule is that the person has to ask before doing anything, and you will find that many will ask. If you don’t know how to use the NO word politely, you are about to because you will get asked and you can’t say yes to everything. Unless you want to,” he said with a big grin.

“You perv!” I said as I punched him on the arm and started to laugh. “I don’t have any idea what you are getting me into John.”

“Just go along and enjoy the ride. I think you will have fun with it.”

* * * *

We pulled into this parking lot that was crammed with cars, but to see the place, you would have never known anything was unusual. It looked like a gas station in a way with a little building next to it. At the front of the building there was a glass door that was painted black and on the side of the door was a little lit up door bell. John push the button and a man opened the door to let us in. The door led to a hallway and a cash window. John paid the lady that was processing people into the club and next thing I know, he opened a door that led to the club.

As we walked in, I noticed there was a large room with a disco ball, really loud music and a big group of tables in the middle of the room. People were sitting at the table looking around, talking to one another and basically acting as if they were at their own dinner table. Most had drinks in front of them, and a few of them had no clothes on. One such woman was very heavy and I could see her huge boobs hanging down as she just talked to the people sitting next to her.

We continued in and I noticed that John had a big gym bag with him. I asked him what was in the bag and he said it was just some towels and stuff. I wasn’t sure what that was all about, but I didn’t think anything off it and walked with him into the next room. This room had lots of lockers and he proceeded to put his bag in one of them.

He asked me if I would like the tour and I nodded. The first thing we walked past was a shower room. The door happened to be wide open and a lady that I guessed was in her mid forties was in there taking a shower and shaving her legs. She was completely naked.

She looked up as we walked past and said “Hey John. How’s it going tonight? Is this the friend you have been telling us about?”

“Hi Joan. Yes. This is Jennifer.”

“Hi Jennifer” as she moved toward us and shook my hand. I couldn’t help but notice, she was completely shaved down there and she sort of grinned as she caught me staring at her.

As I looked up, she sort of laughed and said “You’ve never been to the club have you? Well, make yourself at home and enjoy the view.” She said this with a little wink and a smile.

“Well, I’m going to show her around a little. I’ll see you later Joan.”

“I’m looking forward to it John. You too Jennifer.”

We proceeded to walk through this hall and when we entered this room, I noticed there was porno movies playing on a TV in the darkened room. As I looked around the room, I saw there were big comfy red couches all around the room and on one of them a very heavy set girl was laying back naked with a guy shoving fingers into her as she moaned.

John grabbed my hand and looked at me in the eyes and gave one of those “are you OK” kind of looks. I took my other hand and brushed his arm and said, “I’m OK. Let’s keep going.”

We proceeded past the couple and the TV and around the corner I could see there was a bed behind some cell bars and a bright light focused on it. In that area there appeared to be another few doors that led to private rooms. One of the doors had two guys leaning against the door way looking at something in the room. I wasn’t sure what they were looking at because I couldn’t see, but I had to assume some form of sexual act was going on in the room. I sort of pulled on his arm to walk back the other way as I saw the guys notice me and started looking at me up and down with that gleam in their eyes. As we moved away and back toward the comfy couches and couple, (John still holding my hand and me still staying as close to his arm as I could), he told me that area had some private rooms and that sometimes couples liked to go in, have sex and leave the door open so people could watch.

I’ll take this time to try and flush out what was going through my head. Part of me was completely repulsed by what I was seeing. These people were not at all attractive and they were doing things that were just not very erotic to me. Like the heavy-set girl on the couch with the guy jamming his fingers into her. The first thing I thought about was for him to take it easy on her. He could have done some serious damage to her insides with the way he was doing this. But then again, she wasn’t fighting it. Quite the contrary, from the sound of her moans, she was about to orgasm and who was I to say.

As I walked through this place, I noticed many of the people looked at me. Each time I would look at a person, I could tell they were looking down at my legs or at something under my waist and I could see with some of them that they had some lust in their eyes. Some would say things under their breath and some would bite their bottom lip, then they would catch my eye and just smile as I walked past. This was true of guys and girls as John and I walked through the building. I liked it. I don’t know why, and I normally wouldn’t like this at all, but something about the sexual tension in the place made me crave these looks and to know what these people were thinking.

Next, we walked into an area that seemed to be a central point of the building where all roads seem to lead. In one area, there was a couch with some girls and there was a walkway up and a stairway down. The girls were doing something that I had heard about many times but never actually witnessed before. One of the girls had her dress pulled up with her bottom facing me and one of the other girls had a paddle in her hand. The girl with the paddle looked at me, grinned, and hit the girl on the bottom with the paddle. I heard the girl yell “ahhhhh!” as she breathed in suddenly. The paddle had left a large red mark on her bottom and she looked back at it and touched it.

John asked her if that was a good one, and the girl said with a deep breath, “yea, that was a good one” as she continued to breath hard and look at her mark.

We proceeded up the walkway to a room with a pool table. In this room, I could see there were people throughout the room. Some were guys, and some were girls, and one of the people playing pool was a girl that appeared to be in her early thirties, completely naked, bending over to shoot a shot at one of the balls on the table.

This wasn’t any normal bend over and shoot. She leaned over till her boobs were on the table rubbing against the felt cover. She had pulled one leg up on the table so that she could get a better angle on the ball and sure enough, I was looking straight down everything she had from her bottom to her front. (For those of you that are into these details, she was completely shaved and had very pink lips.)

There was a corner of the room that was unoccupied, so John sort of steered us toward that corner. There were a few chairs there and we proceeded to go sit down and watch everything that was happening.

* * * * *

Soon after sitting down, John asked if I would like something to drink and went into the area near our seats and got us some pop. While he was off taking care of that, I got a chance to look around the room at all the people. There were probably ten or twelve people in that room at the time and most were grouped up into two or three people each but all were just minding their own business, talking to one another, but also looking around the room. I guess most were as interested as I was in all the activity going on. It almost seemed that everyone was expecting something to happen at any minute.

The naked girl playing pool finished off her opponent and immediately walked over to me and asked if I wanted to play. I looked at John with one of those “Gee…what should I do” kind of looks, and he said, “go ahead. I’ll be OK.”

What could I say? I accepted and told her that I wasn’t very good. She told me that was OK. “This is a social place. We just play for fun around here.”

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Jennifer. What is your name?”

“I’m Janet. It’s nice to meet you Jennifer. Is this your first time here?”

“Is it that obvious?”

She grinned widely. “Yea. A little, but don’t worry, you’ll get used to the place. These people are all pretty normal, just a little more open about their sexuality than the average people walking on the street.”

“They are at that.”

It was very odd playing pool with her. She acted as normal as if she had all her clothes on the whole time we played. She didn’t say anything odd. She didn’t make any passes at me and we just played like nothing was out of the ordinary. Of course she finished me off in nothing flat, told me thanks for playing and proceeded to look for another player.

I went back and sat next to John. He smiled and asked how I enjoyed the game. I told him it was OK, and I whispered in his ear, “but a little different playing with a naked lady that doesn’t seem to realize she is naked.”

“Oh she knows it Jenn. She loves the attention and she won’t be so business as usual forever. You will see. She will hook up with someone here eventually.”

“Really?”

“Stick around. You will see.”

“Not going anywhere John.”

Just then I looked across the room and noticed there was a black couple. They had been loving on one another since I had been in the room, but mostly it was necking and kissing. Well, she apparently changed tactics. She moved down and started unbuttoning the front of his pants and she pulled his penis out.

I had never seen a black man’s penis that close before. It was huge, or at least it seemed so to me. I was mesmerized. It was sort of fat at the base, tilted over his shorts and got smaller toward the head. He was a very handsome black man. He was thin and dressed nicely and I have to confess, it turned me on to see him like this.

She grabbed his penis with her hand and stroked it a few times as she was kneeled down, then I could hear her from across the room suck it into her mouth. The squish sound as his head went back and he took a quick deep breath. I could hear him say, “Uhhhhaaaa. That’s it. That’s what I’m talking about. Uhhhaaa. That’s it.”

John whispered in my ear. “So you like that eh?”

I smiled and blushed at him and said “Emmmhmmm” and I turned back and went about my little voyeuristic watching this girl do her work on him.

As I looked around the room, I noticed some people were watching as I was, but others almost seemed indifferent to it. Oh well. I was enjoying the view and I didn’t care who cared. What an erotic scene!

As I was watching my new most favorite neighbors go at it only feet away, someone came up to me and surprised me. I of course had all of my attention on them and didn’t realize another girl had just walked into the room and she also was completely naked. She caught me off guard and said “Hi. I’m Mel.”

I was startled for a minute, but looked her up and down, blushed a little, smiled and said, “Hi. I’m Jennifer.”

Jill just laughed and looked at John and said “She with you John?”

“Yea. Jennifer and I go back a ways. We’re good friends. How’s Jill tonight?

“Pretty good. Was down in the main room and somebody told me there was a very attractive young girl up here and I thought I would come up and see if I could get a closer look.” She smiled and winked at me as she said this.

I didn’t know what to say and that awkward silence hit us as she stared at me apparently wanting to know what I would say to this comment.

“Have you ever been to a swing club Jennifer?”

“No. My first time.”

“What do you think? You going to come back again or is this a little too much for you?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it Mel. Still trying to absorb everything.”

“Cool. You seem to be keeping an open mind. That is good.”

She made me feel so comfortable. I don’t know if it was her demeanor or what, but it just seemed natural to talk to her. She was very attractive too. I knew she wasn’t quite as young as me, but she was much younger than most of the people at this place. She was fairly short and had a pretty good body. Her hair was brown, straight and probably hung down to about the middle of her back.

“John over here seems to always push the envelope with me. Every time we go out, something seems to happen to push my comfort zones.”

“John’s OK. He’s been coming in here for a while and he always seems to behave the way he’s supposed to. He’s got a pretty nice penis too.” She smiled over at John and blushed a little as she said this.

I was stunned and had to do a double take and before I could respond, she said, “have you ever seen his penis?”

She didn’t even wait for me to answer. I was stuttering and she said “C’mon John, let’s have a look” as she walked over to him and proceed to unzip his zipper and pull his pants down.

He didn’t seem to mind at all. He just stood there with a grin on his face as she proceeded to pull his clothes off of him. She got to his boxers and looked up at him, smiled, and just pulled them down as she said “there we go.”

She reached up and grabbed it with her hand and yanked on it a few times. She looked at me and said, “what do you think?”

I was blushing profusely, but gathered my composure and said, “John, you’ve been holding out on me you bastard!” I could hear most of the people around us laughing at this remark. Jill was also laughing. She stood up, let go of his penis and said, very good one Jennifer, very good one.”

“You like girls Jennifer?”

Things were moving quickly and I knew where she was heading with this. “I have been known to dabble a time or two.”

“Ever been licked in a public place like this before?”

“Coach wants to see you before you take off,” Gregg told the blonde girl. As he’d been instructed, the strength and conditioning coach had not left her side since she’d entered the locker room. Melody wondered whether the man considered the assignment punishment or reward.

Down a long, narrow hallway, and past a number of storage rooms, film rooms, and laundry rooms, the coaching staff maintained their offices. Despite being far, far removed from the men’s locker room behind her and the few stragglers that remained there within, Melody gave no thought to putting her clothes back on. Later, she’d justify the oversight by reasoning that she was still, technically, in the locker room, and she dared not risk violating the spirit of her agreement with Art Hull. But the truth of the matter was that putting her clothes back on before sitting down with the old man didn’t even occur to her.

Hull’s office was at the end of the long corridor, with windows overlooking the team’s practice facilities to the northeast of Palmetto’s Alumni Stadium. In addition to the door through which Melody entered, there was another, opening into a more formal Athletics Department lobby separate from the men’s locker room. On every wall were bookcases, filled with book after book after book on football history, coaching technique, and scouting tips. In that same office, a week and a half earlier, Melody and Hull had shared their loud, contentious discussion about the head coach’s new locker room restrictions.

In a way, both had been able to claim some measure of victory.

Melody sat down in one of the leather seats across from Art Hull’s desk, the coach glancing at the naked girl as she stepped into his office. Her hair was still wet, even if the rest of her body had long since dried from her afternoon shower with Dave Lebeau and a dozen other Stallions. She laid her purse down beside her, but left the Dictaphone out, and recording, and placed it on the coach’s desk.

“When I told you that you’d only be allowed in my locker room if you were stark damn naked,” Hull began, cutting to the chase immediately, “it didn’t even cross my mind that you’d actually be crazy enough to do so.”

“I called your bluff,” Melody replied.

“Yes,” the head coach nodded, rubbing his temples. “Yes, you did.”

The old man glanced at the naked girl before him once again. He went on. “We live in a world in which equality is constantly being forced upon on us. But that equality only seems to go one way.”

“I don’t follow,” Melody said.

“I drove past a new gym in downtown Danbury back in August. Women only. Men need not apply.” He stared the blonde. “Can you imagine if we erected a new gym that was men only?”

Melody shrugged. “Men don’t really seem to care about that sort of thing. But sometimes women want to work out without being hit on, stared at, or otherwise feeling like a sexual object.” She caught herself towards the end, realizing that she had spent the better part of her afternoon naked in a men’s locker room, being hit on, stared at, and otherwise made to feel like a sexual object.

“When Palmetto College became Palmetto State, South Carolina forced the hands of the trustees and made the school go co-educational. Clemson, a few years before that, began to admit women. But even today, we have Converse College and Columbia College, neither of which admit men.”

“So this is your line in the sand?”

Hull looked up from his desk, and across at the young, naked blonde.

“So if Billy Bullock strips to his skin, he’ll be allowed into the women’s locker room from here on in?” she asked.

Hull shrugged. “Sounds fair.”

“Your locker room is just one last gasp at an all-boy’s club? Girls not allowed?”

“And even still, we’re not allowed that one simple luxury. My boys aren’t allowed one place they can have to themselves, once place where they can change and shower without a woman being present.”

“Take a poll,” Melody groaned. “I don’t think many of them really care all that much.”

“Damn it, I’m their coach. I’m looking out for them, for their futures, for their world. I can see what’s best for them.”

“What’s best for them is keeping women out of their locker room?”

“As you said,” Hull growled, “it’s my line in the sand.”

“And yet I crossed.”

“And yet you crossed.”

The two stared at one another for a few beats, before Melody finally sighed and leaned back in her chair.

“I don’t suppose you’re planning on repealing your rule,” Melody stated flatly.

“No, I don’t suppose I am,” Hull answered. He rubbed his temples again, doing his best to keep eye contact with the young girl, though tempted by her bare body. “But you earned your story today. And I have to admire you for it. And I’ll be expecting to see you next week, in Atlanta.”

Melody smiled, and reached for her purse. She knew she was being dismissed. “So, tit for tat once again?”

“Tit for tat,” Hull chuckled, reluctantly. The coach pointed to far door, the door leading into the athletics lobby instead of the men’s locker room. “You can go ahead and leave through that door, if you’d like. No sense in going all the way back through.”

The girl nodded, somewhat thankfully. She didn’t relish the idea of dressing herself in front of Art Hull, but she didn’t much like the idea of dressing in the lobby, either. Cautiously, she poked her head out the door, and comfortable that she’d be the only one in the room for at least the next few minutes, she pushed it open.

As the door was shutting behind her, Hull called out, “Miss May!”

Melody propped the door open, eager to finish the conversation and get dressed before some eager recruit or curious fan let themselves into the Stallions’ sitting room. “Yes?”

“You might have to work a bit harder for stories next week,” the coach warned her. “I’ve already gotten calls from WTAT in Charleston. They’ll be sending their weather girl with their sports reporter next week.”

Melody smiled, and gave the man’s advice some thought. Part of her felt some measure of comfort in the idea that she wouldn’t be the only naked reporter in the visitor’s locker room the following week. But she also felt a twinge of jealously, given that she’d been the object of attention that week. Hull was right – she’d have to work a bit harder the following week.

“I look forward to it,” Melody smiled, and let the door close behind her.