Somehow, the Honeypot felt hollow and empty. It was weird. The high bpm club music was as deafeningly loud as it's ever been. The girls bared it all and gave it all as hard as they could. It was a Friday, the busiest night of the week next to Saturday. The strip club was a neon drenched rave concert with all the men shouting and throwing up so much of their disposable income, it was like a storm of green all over. This sight was the very definition of "life".

So why did Stripes feel dead inside?

Because of all the faces among the sea of sweaty, horny, grabby men, there was one she had hoped to see again. The one that rocked her world the night prior the way no guy ever did.

As Stripes worked the pole atop the circular, neon-lit stage, her eyes searched among the dense sea of hollering parrons looking for Marco. She thought he might come around and see her again after seeming like he had the blast of his life the night before. Then again, the way he acted earlier that morning, she understood why he wouldn't come again. It'd be a bit of a mindfuck to find out you fucked your little sister's friend.

Jackie went the whole of night going with an unprecedented detachment and longing. She didn't even look a single guy's way. She was deaf to their whoops and whistles and numb to the raining bills around her. Once it was closing time and all the men had dragged themselves out of the club, all the girls took to the locker rooms.

"Surprised you showed up another night in a row, Jackie." A long haired brunette dancer said as she changed into more modest clothing. "Ya usually don't."

"Yeah well, y'know." Jackie vaguely responded as she too changed clothes.

"Heck, ya didn't even choose a guy either. I saw plenty of hot guys out there tonight. Few of em I was sure you were gonna swipe up. But nah, some other girls got to 'em first. Sup with that?"

Jackie shrugged. "Guess I just couldn't vibe with 'em on first sight."

"Is it 'cause-a him?" Brunette asked. "The guy whose car ya got in last night?"

Janna paused for a moment. She looked deep and ponderous into the mirror in her locker, as if she'd find an answer in her subtly shifting features.

"Maybe."

"Ooohhh." A few nearby girls overheard and giggled scandalously.

"No wonder she didn't ride with us last night." A bystander girl said.

"Must be the stud to end all studs." Another girl chimed in.

"Is he husband material? I bet he is."

"Stripes? Head over heels over a client? Never thought I'd see the day."

"A real shocker to me, too." The Brunette continued. "You never got into another guy's car before. Is he like, special or somethin'? Do you know him?"

"Yes." Jackie closed her locker and slung her back over her shoulder before finally turning to the girl talking to her. "And yes."

A carpool drive home later and Jackie made it home. As usual, she climbed the window into her room, then removed everything except her bra and panties before plopping face first into bed.

Jackie flipped onto her back. She gazed blankly and sleeplessly at her ceiling, fighting to ignore that growing, gnawing need in her core.

Jackie's hand idly slid down her bare stomach, nearly reaching her pantyline before she snatched it away and kept it to her chest in a fist.

"No!" she hissed to herself. "Not tonight. Can't spoil it just in case you get him to yourself again", she thought.

She fell asleep after a while.

As the week went on, Jackie had been sleep and sex deprived. She didn't even bother masturbating or messaging one of the many "callboys" whose numbers she saved on her phone in case she needed to scratch that itch. "Withdrawal symptoms'' popped up here and there, where Jackie had to stop herself from pulling any guy within arm's reach into the nearest bathroom or stealing anything remotely phallic shaped and at least seven inches long to run somewhere private for a quick thrill. Even skateboarding and surfing, two of her biggest passions, weren't enough to push back her other biggest passion. Sex.

Though the temptation had reached its peak one day during class. Jackie sat at her desk, with a faraway look on her face, her mind nowhere near Earth. Her head rested on her palm while she nibbled on her finger. Using her other hand, Jackie rubbed her jean shorts on the crotch with the eraser end of her pencil.

Everything written in the whiteboard was a blur. Ms. Skullnick's blubbery body was a blur. Her classmates' faces were blurs. The entire world was a blur. All Jackie could sense was the buzzing heat between her legs that compelled her thighs to rub together hard enough to start another fire down below. The stinging desire threaded from her loins all the way to her breasts, hardening her nipples to the point they could cut diamonds.

"Psst!" Hissed someone on Jackie's left. The sharp call knocked her out of her stupor, forcing her to turn her head towards whoever made it.

Jackie was met with the worried look of her best friend, Janna. She was writing something on her notebook before lifting the page to face Jackie.

"Got it bad, huh?" She wrote.

Jackie slowly nodded in reply.

Janna also nodded, before writing and showing the same page.

"Think you could hold out for another 20?"

Jackie shook her head, biting her lower lip into a crease to show Janna how desperate she was getting.

Janna nodded. She reached into her bag and pulled out one of her "Lady's Pads" and handed it off to Jackie. They were basically "Get-outta-class-free" cards that Janna often abused. So far, she's never been caught.

The skater girl took one and gave Janna a grateful smile. She thanked her lucky stars Skullnick didn't know her period had already passed a few days ago.

Jackie whispered her thanks to Janna, before getting up and walking to the front of the class with the white pad clutched to her stomach. When Skullnick was meekly addressed, she turned her pale, saggy face towards Jackie at scowled. She was fit to tell her to get back to her seat before Jackie quietly implied a "sensitive feminine situation" and furtively revealed the Lady's Pad. Skullnick's orcish features softened before giving the girl an understanding nod and tilting her head towards the door. Jackie gave her hasty thanks before practically leaving her class in the dust and busting the hinges off the door.

She glided down the empty halls like she was skateboarding. It didn't take long to find the girls' bathroom.

Jackie threw herself into the nearest stall, her jean shorts and panties dropped and her shirt and bra lifted.

She didn't hesitate to pretend her three fingers were a thick cock her pussy hungrily swallowed. She tightened around herself, the way she and her many partners usually liked it. Her other hand toyed with her chest, squeezing and kneading a breast while pinching and pulling her stiff tit.

A scene of Marco fucking her in the public high school bathroom ran in her mind. He stood over her, his face drenched in sweat and twisted in pleasure while he pounded away with reckless abandon. At some point, Jackie let her shorts drop from her foot as Marco raised her legs until her knees flanked her head.

"Fuck… fuck me, Marco…" Jackie squeaked into the silent, empty bathroom. Her fingers thrust in and out of her in a steadily rising pace. She could almost feel all ten inches of Marco filling her repeatedly.

The door to the bathroom squeaked open, snuffing out Jackie's fiery fantasy and forcing her to freeze in place. A pair of footsteps and voices entered the bathroom.

"Coast looks clear. Okay, we got 20 minutes." A girl said. Jackie recognized that voice. One of her friends, Hope. Jackie knew that she slept around pretty often and she also knew that she might hear about this at some point later one. Hope liked to talk about all her "conquests". Jackie hoped her name wouldn't pop up in one of them later.

"Y'know we coulda just done this after school riiight? Or heck, even during lunch time. We'd have more time."

"Heh, I know." Spoke the other voice. An older male, most likely a teacher. She couldn't place his voice so she definitely didn't have any of his classes. "But you had your legs open and rubbed yourself in front of me during my lesson earlier and I couldn't wait another second."

"Heehee. Just wanted to rile ya up for later." Hope giggled salaciously. "Let's get right to it then!"

Jackie thought, "Dammit Hope, of all the places and times to get fucked, why here? Why now!?" Despite the unwanted company, Jackie was in too deep to stop and wasn't interested in drawing unwanted attention by slipping out of her stall. She kept going with a stealthy pump of her fingers, her hand moving slower and her moans suppressed by gagging herself with her shirt.

There came the clinking of a belt buckle followed by a dull thud of pants dropping to the floor. What followed was the sound of nylon sliding down skin.

"Wow, you're soaking." The teacher said. "Love how you're always ready to go."

"Of course. We're on a time crunch and I wanna get my rocks off, too."

There was a loud, wet squish, followed by a low moan, before repeating several more times.

"Look how easily my fingers slipped in." There was a smack and a feminine squeal. "God, you freshman sluts are somethin' else."

"Mmm, right back atcha, stud. Ah!" There was another, much louder smack of flesh. Jackie flinched like it was her that got spanked instead.

"Fuck, can't wait any longer." Jackie heard the man groan, followed by Hope's moan echoing throughout the bathroom.

"Ah, shit." The man grunted. "You girls always get sooo tight when I jam it all the way in."

"Mmm, love how huge you feel inside me. Gosh, just fuck me, now!"

Then came the telltale rhythmic collision of flesh that Jackie had deprived herself of for so long. Not only did she use its loudness to mask her masturbating, but to aid in it as well.

The image of Marco hunched over, sweat pouring down his naked, muscular chest, pumping rapidly in and out of her returned, the sounds of sex in the next stall over practically in her ear. She flicked her wrist in time with "Marco's" thrusts.

"Look at you. Starving for this cock." The words spoken by the teacher to Hope came vividly out of "Marco's" mouth. "Bet you've been waiting all day for this, huh?"

"Y-yes!" Jackie squealed under her breath just as Hope said the same thing.

As much as she preferred doing this in solitude, Jackie found greater thrill in the risk of being caught. She held her voice as best as she could, maintaining the volume quieter than Hope and her partner's fucking.

There was a moist pop, followed by a gasp and a much higher pitched moan.

"We-well. Aren't we tryna do so much with so little time?" Hope giggled.

"Looks like your ass is already prepped. My finger just slipped right in."

"Why. Why don'tcha…" Hope could barely speak through her gasps and moans. "Give that ass a shot, too?"

"Well, don't mind if I do!"

At the same time, Jackie took her hands out of her pussy and stuck a lubed finger in her ass. She was no stranger to anal play and while she didn't do it that often, that particular penetration lit her nerves on fire. She almost failed to suppress the ensuing shriek.

"Marco" stuck all ten inches deep into Jackie's asshole. Her drooling mouth gaped wide open towards the ceiling but barely made a sound, though she couldn't even if she wanted to. Maybe it was Jackie's reality-blurring imagination or maybe it was the sex deprivation, but that anal penetration felt like sinful heaven surging through her skin.

"Shit. I got in as easy as I did with your pussy." Jackie could hear the teacher clenching his teeth, which translated into

"Marco" shutting his own eyes and gritting his own teeth, struggling to bear Jackie's tight ass. The rhythmic slapping from before continued almost immediately, at nearly the same frantic pace.

"Damn, Hope. Just how many guys pounded this ass? Feels like I can drive a van through it." The teacher asked between grunts of effort and pleasure.

"I-I dunno. Maybe you could teach me how to calculate that in class."

"Oh, don't worry, I'll be sure to tutor you on that and more after school."

"Fuck. Fuck…" Jackie cursed under her breath after each pump of her fingers. She hung by a quickly fraying thread, uncertain whether or not she could hold on any longer. She resorted to gagging herself with more of her shirt. The hand that toyed with her breasts moved to her clit to get to her peak quicker.

"I'm about to blow." The teacher strained his words while the rhythm of his thrusts seemed to slow down.

"Do it… inside!" Hope begged through erratic gasps and sighs.

The man laughed. "Wouldn't wanna do it anywhere else."

The tempo of skin slapping went even quicker. Jackie could see "Marco" above her, rushing to the finish line himself, sweat raining from his bare, shimmering body, his rough face scrunched in concentration. At the same time, Jackie's hand was a blur on her solid pleasure nub. She saw how close her partner was and she wanted to get to that delectable peak together.

For a few blissful seconds, the entire world was nothing but silence and whiteness. Jackie felt her mouth open but wasn't sure whether or not a sound came out. Her eyes were wide open but she saw nothing. The impact of her orgasm was too much to bear, so her senses temporarily shut down.

When Jackie came down from her high, the world blurred back to normal. The girl's body felt like jelly and her limbs were like limp noodles. Her chest heaved while she tried to gasp all the air back into her body.

"Wow… you were holdin' that in for a while, weren't ya?" Hope said as she panted heavily.

"Toldja I couldn't wait." The teacher replied.

"Might hafta sit on this can for a bit to let it all out before we go back."

There was a pause before he said, "While you're at it, here. Clean this up for me."

"Aww, you know me so well! My fav part after a good fuck."

From the other stall came the moist noise of lips smacking and sucking. To go along with it, Jackie took her three soiled fingers and lapped up every drop of her own liquid. She pretended Marco stood over her, gazing down with a smoldering, tired smile on his face as his little whore cleaned his cock, the strong taste of her ass and pussy stinging her taste buds.

"Open your mouth. Let me see it all." The teacher/Marco said. Jackie opened her mouth, showing her man everything her tongue collected.

"Now swallow."

She gulped deeply. Her tongue hung off her mouth to show it was empty. At the same time, Hope let out a loud, breathy "ahh!" like she just had a soda after a hot and sunny day.

"Good girl."

Once again, the jingle jangle of a belt buckle echoed in the bathroom. The door to the next stall opened and the couple padded to the door. There was a short exchange before they left.

"Seeya at Brittney's party next week?" The teacher asked.

"Oh yeah, most def! Got my invite already."

"Try to keep yourself clean for me before I get there will ya?"

"No promiseeees!" Hope giggled. "Brittney's parties are always full-a hot, horny guys. Y'know, I won't even take two steps before a guy or two gets balls deep.

"A shame. Was hoping to get to ya first."

"Don't worry, there's plenty of pussy in her parties, too."

"Yeah, but I'd wouldn't want any other except yours."

"Aww, you're so sweet! Save all that sugar once ya get from the back of the line, handsome."

The door finally closed. A refreshing silence washed over the entire girls' bathroom.

Jackie was so far out of this world, she didn't want to go back. It was like she was too deep in the clouds high above to come back down to Earth. She was exquisitely fatigued. Even after the bell for the next period had already rung and her thankful guests had left, she remained rooted to her seat.

After a minute or so, Jackie jumped to the delayed realization that she only had a few minutes till her next class.

She continued the rest of the day as normal. Then the rest of the week, with her hunger sated for the most part. She hadn't told a soul about what went on in that bathroom on that day, not even Hope herself.

On one fateful night, Jackie laid sleepless in bed. The hunger returned, itching throughout the teen's body. A trembling hand climbed up her shivering thigh.

The low buzz of her phone stopped her. She snatched it from her nightstand, grumbling and cursing about why she was getting texts at such an hour.

When she saw who it was from and what the message was, Jackie jumped right out of bed, swiftly changed into her "work clothes", concealed them under her normal clothes, and leapt out of her window. With a skateboard in hand thrown beneath her feet, she rode into the night.

She glided down the streets of her neighborhood, going full speed ahead towards the Red Light District of Echo Creek.