"Turn Up The Heat - My College Days - Senior Year."
Summer break was over, and once again, I was returning to the campus grind at USC for my senior year. It was the Fall of 1995, and I was now twenty-two years old. With the end of my college experience approaching, I wanted more than ever to further expand my sexual horizons. I felt a sense of urgency, knowing I would be graduating soon. During my time at college, I had really spread my erotic man-pleasuring wings, so to speak. From my first time as the party entertainment for the Fraternity brothers in my Freshman year to now, a lot had transpired.
With what I had experienced and learned about myself, sex, and men over the past eight years, and especially since my college experience began, I was no longer insecure about my sexual prowess. I had matured considerably and felt extremely confident in my man-pleasuring abilities. My addictive passion for sexually pleasuring men in the most outrageous ways was stronger than ever before.
Besides the fact that I was born with unique physical attributes purposely made for pleasuring men and a benevolent sexual mindset, I was also a product of my environment. The nineties were a time when sexual freedom was flourishing. If you were a young adult in the nineties and did not recognize this, you must have been living under a rock or led a very sheltered life.
This was the age when sexual promiscuity was at a peak. In Atlanta, GA., only a couple hours' drive from Greenville, SC, where I live, the notorious high-profile adult entertainment establishment named the "Gold Club" was in its heyday during the nineties. My boyfriend and I went there with a small group of friends during the summer break that had just ended. While there, I had the opportunity to speak with one of the premier showgirls. We had a brief but interesting conversation.
Based on what I told her about myself, she said I should come to work there. I shook my head and told her I could never do what she did. She was due up on the stage, so our conversation ended there. Years later, I realized that you should never say never. That, however, is a topic for another one of my tell-all memoir stories.
At the end of our conversation, she made an inadvertent comment that struck a chord with me. It was a short yet powerful statement that made an indelible impression on me, and I have never forgotten it.
She said, "Girl… If you got it, flaunt it."
The Gold Club attracted a full spectrum of famous celebrities and athletes who regularly spent a lot of money in the Champagne Rooms. And when I say a lot of money, I mean to the tune of thousands of dollars a night. The girls who worked there were making a fortune.
The internet was still in its infancy and had not yet evolved into the go-to place for porn, so the porn video industry was booming. There were porn stars like Jenna Jameson that were at the top of their pornographic careers. One of my college roommates was Jenna's cousin. It was the decade when the "Girls Gone Wild" adult entertainment franchise became a huge success overnight. Every girl on spring break wanted to show off her titties on a Girls Gone Wild video. New York City had a strip club on every corner.
It was like the Roaring Twenties all over again, except instead of booze and Speakeasies being the focus of the day, it was hot, tantalizing women and sex taking center stage. For me, as a young adult female predisposed to having an aggressive sexual mindset, there could not have been a more perfect time like the nineties to come of age.
The sexual vibe that started in the 1970s with my parent's generation had reached a pinnacle in the decade of the nineties, and it felt like it would never end. Heck, even the president of the United States was caught up in his own scandalous sexual improprieties. In the seventies, they called it the "Sexual Revolution." Now, here in the nineties, this insatiable sexual attitude that had persisted in our society for nearly three decades created the perfect environment for a sexual siren such as myself to not only exist but thrive. As I indicated, the evidence of this sexually entangled attitude was commonplace in our modern-day society. With the advent of more ways than ever to quench their need for sexual gratification, young men were finding it easier than ever to fulfill their lustful desires.
And due to this three-decade generational shift in society's acceptance of sex, my generation treated this as the norm. It was natural for young men to feel they were sexually entitled. And girls my age either accepted this chauvinistic attitude or not. Some, such as the showgirl I met at the "Gold Club," took full advantage of this male-dominant attitude. On the other hand, there were those women who chose to fight this blatant objectification of women. With the way my brain was wired regarding sex and men, there was no question about which side of the fence I was on. If anything, my time as a BOD (Body On Demand) for the Fraternity and all the sexual antics I participated in over the past several years proved where I stood regarding this controversy.
I am who I am, and proud of my sexually giving nature and the crazy lifestyle I live. I knew with every fiber in my body from those early days on that I was meant for this. It was my destiny. It just felt right! My purpose in life was and still is providing men with a sexually euphoric high they have never even dreamed of, much less ever experienced!
As my senior year of college got underway, I was anxious to see where this last year on campus would lead me. School was going exceptionally well. I held a 3.9 GPA, and several professors over the past few years praised me for my academic prowess. One professor even went as far as to insist I take an IQ test and evaluation. He had spoken to a few of my other professors, and they all concluded that there was more going on intellectually with me than was readily known. So, he took it upon himself to arrange for me to be tested on campus. When he got the results, he called me into his office. With a huge smile, he informed me that I had scored an IQ of 146. He told me I should seek membership in Mensa. He seemed proud for recognizing and bringing to light my intellectual status. I had always been a bookworm and done well in school, so discovering I had an exceptionally high IQ was not a big deal to me. As far as I was concerned, it was just a number on a piece of paper.
And since I am already discussing my mental acuity, I might as well divulge the other notable psychological quality I possess. I have what is technically referred to as an eidetic memory or, in layman's terms, a photographic memory. It is the primary reason I have such a strong inclination for detail, as you may have noticed. This heightened sense of recall, accompanied by my propensity for detail, has been both a blessing and a curse throughout my life. Some people find my inherent cognitive attributes annoying; however, I must say, in most cases, these personal qualities have served me well.
I was no longer living in a dorm on campus. I was sharing a rented apartment with two other girls. The school year started like any other, and I devoted a lot of time to my studies. It was important to me to maintain my GPA. However, I also devoted a lot of time to my erotic passions, which were just as important to me. I picked right back up where I left off from the previous school year with the sexual antics I had become so well known for.
I was also keenly aware that, at the end of November, just before the Thanksgiving holiday break, I would once again be performing my BOD duties for the Fraternity at the first of their two big annual parties of the school year. I was really looking forward to performing for the frat brothers again. Over the previous three years I had become an iconic feature of the Fraternity's annual parties. Needless to say, I had gained quite a reputation on campus and the bar scene in town. Being known as the girl who held the record as the longest-running BOD for the most prestigious Fraternity on campus put me in the spotlight.
Whenever I was out with my college girlfriends partying at the bars in town, I was constantly approached by guys looking for a quick sexual fix. This was a common occurrence for me, considering one of the impromptu sexual treats that I was known for providing guys in the parking lots of bars was my special deep-throat blow job. My DTBJ skills were well-known among the male population on campus. With the influx of new male students every year, there was never a lack of newbies who were informed about my man-pleasuring bravado.
On any given night when I was in town partying, I would deep-throat fifteen to twenty guys in the parking lots. The one drawback to this was having all the loads I swallowed, causing me to have cum breath. However, the guys didn't mind my breath smelling this way. It actually seemed to turn them on…lol. Guys I had never met before would approach me in the bars and ask if I was the girl they had heard about. A lot of times, it was guys I had deep-throated before introducing me to new friends of theirs and requesting a DTBJ not only for themselves but for their friends as well.
With all that said, you may think I had a lot on my plate academically and with my time spent fulfilling my erotic man-pleasing addiction. But, truth be known, I wanted more. When I say that sexually pleasuring men in the most unique and extraordinary ways is a hardline addiction of mine, I am not just throwing words out to see where they splatter. I truly was and still am addicted to providing men with the ultimate sexual experience! There is not a waking moment of my day where my imagination isn't contemplating what I can do next to fulfill this overwhelming desire to take men to a higher sexual plateau than they have ever achieved before. I know that sounds crazy, but that's how my brain is wired.
My imagination is constantly engaged, seeking new and masterful ways to fulfill my addiction. This does not mean I put aside what is already working. It simply means I am always looking for new, exciting ways to enhance my man-pleasuring skills or develop new ones. I am also always on the lookout for new erotic adventures to participate in, where I have the opportunity to sexually interact with small or large groups of men so they can experience my one-of-a-kind innovative pleasuring techniques.
As I previously mentioned, my first couple of months back on campus were going well. Still, as November approached, I began to feel like I was falling into a rut. I did very much enjoy all the fun times I was having with the guys at the bars in town, and yes, I was very much looking forward to once again performing as a BOD for the frat brothers and their friends at the end of the month. However, those were repeated actions that I had been doing for several years on a regular basis.
I longed for something new and exciting. I had not participated in a new wild sexual escapade in more than a year. I hungered for the excitement of a fresh new sexual experience. Something that I had never done before to break the monotony. I kept racking my brain, trying to come up with ideas, but I was drawing a blank. It was frustrating. I had never had such a dry spell like this before where my imagination couldn't dream up some erotic new way of showing men how much it meant to me to show them the pleasures they sought. And do it in some wild and crazy way. I have always been upbeat, but this funk I was in really had me at my wit's end, and it was depressing to feel this way.
Then, out of nowhere, on November 8th, I got a phone call and a request that was just the boost I needed. That request resulted in me taking part in a very memorable sexual adventure. The call I received was from a girl I barely knew. When she called me out of the blue, I didn't recognize who she was initially, but after she told me her name and reminded me about a mutual friend introducing us at a party in my Freshman year, I remembered who she was. Her name was Molly. She was two years older than me. She asked me if I was living near campus. To which I replied, I was. She told me she heard through the grapevine that I was still up to my old ways of providing sexual favors for the guys around campus.
I chuckled and responded by saying I wasn't aware my reputation had become so widespread. I asked what she had been doing since graduating the previous year. She was a local girl living there in Columbia, SC. She told me she had gotten a job working at a Biotech company as a lab technician the previous September. She had obtained a degree in Biotechnology, so her chosen field was working in the Biotech Industry. She said her job was just what she wanted, except the pay wasn't that great with just getting started in her career. She told me she was doing a bit of moonlighting to help pay her monthly bills and pay down her student loans.
I asked what she was doing on the side.
She said, "I am glad you asked because that's what I am calling about."
Molly proceeded to tell me she was working for a Madam who ran a call girl service. Not having any knowledge whatsoever about the sex-for-money service industry, I did not catch on right away, but as she continued to explain, it became clear to me just exactly what she was talking about. Molly told me her parents and family didn't know anything about her moonlighting, and this was the only way she could make ends meet, so she didn't have to sponge off her parents.
Molly explained that what she did for her Madam was strictly by appointment only, and the men were all existing clients, so they were well-known, not strangers.
She said, "One of my Madam's longest-running clients is a local VFW Post, which has a closed-door party every year for just the local vets on Veteran's Day. The guys at these parties are Vietnam War and Gulf War vets, plus maybe a few older gentlemen. The VFW post commander depends on my Madam to provide the entertainment for these closed-door parties."
Molly went on to say, "My first gig working for this Madam was this same party last year while I was still in school, and this year's Veteran's Day party is this Saturday night. My Madam had everything set up, but then a big problem arose that I'm hoping you can help resolve."
It was already Wednesday and I sensed the urgency in her voice. I said, "How can I help?"
Molly informed me that one of the regular girls had been in a car accident just that morning. She had gotten pretty banged up and would not be available for the VFW party. So, her Madam was desperate to find an attractive girl to fill in. She needed a girl who knew the ropes when it came to taking care of men's sexual needs and wasn't shy about it.
Molly told me that when her Madam brought this up with her and the other girls, no one knew anyone who could fill the open spot, especially on such short notice. However, my name came up in a recent conversation she had with someone else who knew me. She said that brought back memories of what she knew about me and the notion that I might be a good fit for this situation.
She told me her Madam was in such desperate need of finding a girl who knew what she was doing that she had informed Molly and the other girls who worked for her that whoever found a girl would receive a bonus. Plus, the girl filling in would get an extra two hundred on top of the regular rate, making the total payout one thousand dollars for six hours of work. Molly said, I know this is a lot to spring on you, Kim, and it's such short notice, but would you be interested in doing just this one gig? If you are, my Madam wants to meet you right away.
I have to say, listening to the desperation in Molly's voice and hearing the need she was asking me to fulfill sounded like it would be a fantastic time. Just the kind of thing I had been hoping for. She was making a pretty convincing case. The only thing that didn't sit well with me was doing something like this for money. I never envisioned myself as a prostitute. What I did for guys had always been because of my passion for providing pleasure, and the idea of receiving payment for what I freely provided for men had never entered my mind.
Molly was waiting for a response. I paused so long that she asked, "Are you still there, Kim?"
I replied, "Yes, yes, I'm still here, just trying to wrap my head around this whole idea."
Molly said, "I've seen you in action, Kim. For you, this would be a cakewalk. You are the perfect girl for this gig, plus just think about how happy you'll be making a bunch of vets that deserve this kind of party once a year."
When she said that, I just couldn't resist. Thinking about providing that kind of pleasure to a group of vets tugged at my heartstrings. I knew it was a worthy cause that I couldn't refuse. Of course, some of them would be the oldest guys I had ever done anything sexual with, but what the heck, that didn't matter.
So, I asked Molly, "When do you want me to meet your Madam?"
She was thrilled to hear me agree to fill in for the injured girl.
She said, "Are you available tonight? I can swing by and pick you up and take you to meet her."
I gave Molly my address and told her I could be ready in an hour.
She said, "Be sure to wear one of your hot outfits, Kim. Madam Vicky will want to see what her client will be getting."
I got myself ready, and while I was waiting for Molly, I called my boyfriend and told him what was going on and that I wouldn't be home that coming weekend.
He said, "You really are a one in a million, Bit. The vets are going to love you!"
We talked for a few minutes, and then I heard Molly knocking. I told him, "I miss and love you."
He replied, "I miss and love you too, and I hope you have a great time Saturday night."
On our way, Molly filled me in on more details and told me about her Madam.
She said, "Madam Vicky is an older lady who is somewhat strict but still very nice. She's a bit eccentric, too, so try not to judge her based on your first impression. She's really a good person and takes excellent care of us girls."
We arrived at a lovely home about fifteen minutes outside of town. The house had an old-style Southern vibe about it. As we walked to the door, Molly said, "Just address her as Madam Vicky." I nodded that I understood.
An older gentleman answered the door, and as we made our way in, Molly said, "Hey Lewis, this is Kim."
We exchanged pleasantries, and he told Molly to take me into the studio. I didn't know what they meant by the studio, but Molly led me into what appeared to be a Victorian-style room with a lot of artwork hanging on the walls. We waited about five minutes, and then a very distinguished-looking older woman entered the room. Molly immediately introduced me to Madam Vicky.
I said, It's nice to meet you, Madam Vicky. I understand you are looking for a girl…
She cut me off and, without batting an eye, said, "Please slowly turn all the way around, dear."
I was somewhat taken aback by the quick interruption, but I did as I was told. I just figured I was getting a taste of the overbearing demeanor Molly had warned me about. As I completed one full rotation, I saw a tight-lipped smile appear on her face.
"You are a little one, aren't you, dear?"
I thought to myself, why is it whenever I meet someone, the first thing they seem to notice is my stature? I nodded in agreement with her comment.
Then she said, "Young lady, do you know how to give a proper blow job?"
Before I could respond, Molly chimed in and said, "Madam Vicky, Kim has the reputation of providing the best blow jobs on campus."
"Oh really, is that a fact," Madam Vicky replied.
Then, in a commanding voice, she hollered out, "Lewis, get in here." As Lewis entered the room, Madam Vicky said, "Get down on your knees, dear." Then she said, "Lewis, get over here in front of this young lady and get that dick of yours out, she's going to give you a blow job, and I want you to critique her talent."
Raising his eyebrows, Lewis said in an almost giddy voice, "Yes, Madam." He proceeded to stand directly in front of me, unzip, and drop his trousers to his ankles.
Lewis was very well endowed. My first thought was this would be the oldest cock I had ever had, as Lewis looked to be no less than in his mid-sixties. My next thought was, I bet he's had hundreds of blow jobs in his life. I knew my deep-throat blow job technique always made the young guys happy, but would I be able to impress a man of Lewis's age and experience. That was the question. His cock was completely flaccid, but my plan was to ensure it didn't stay that way for long! I took Lewis's cock head in my mouth and gently placed the edge of my front teeth just behind the very large flared rim on the backside of his perfectly shaped cock head. Then I began to tease the underneath side of his cock head with just the tip of my tongue. I could feel it starting to swell. Next, I closed my mouth around his head and started sucking really hard to draw the blood forward. I heard him groan under his breath and felt a surge of pre-cum ooze from the tip of his cock. I'm sure I wasn't the first girl that Madam Vicky had ordered to suck Lewis off. I assumed he was probably used to doing this kind of thing all the time.
I then proceeded to slowly take Lewis's cock further back into my mouth. I clamped down tight on it once again to suck the blood forward. I felt his cock swelling. It was getting stiffer by the second. I did several long quick mouth strokes up and back to get his cock well-lubed. After that, it was time to take this old cock all the way down. I pushed forward and swallowed his cock head, and continued to push forward until I had my lips pinned tight against Lewis's body and balls at the base of his shaft. I could tell he was getting pretty turned on. Staying pressed in tight to his body, I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go and gave his balls a real good tonguing! I felt his cock twitch and grow deeper into my throat. The sensation of a man's cock growing in girth and elongating as deep as possible into my throat was always such a turn-on for me! He was fully erect now.
He whispered, "Good girl."
I reached around Lewis's body and locked my forearms tightly against his firm man cheeks. With there being no verbal communication, I wanted to prevent Lewis from doing what comes natural for a man to do, which is to thrust in and out of a girl's mouth and throat. I knew what I was doing might feel odd to him, but that was my intention. I wanted to invoke a sense of pleasure that he had never experienced before. This was more or less easy to do with younger guys, but I was concerned that my deep-throat blowjob talents would not be as impressive to a man of Lewis's age and experience. To accomplish having him give Madam Vicky a good review of my pleasuring skills, I needed to keep his cock tightly suspended down deep in my throat with no thrusting motion.
After tongue teasing his balls for a couple of minutes, I started phase one of my two-part deep-throat pleasuring technique that I had perfected several years back. Phase one of my technique starts with me slowly and repeatedly swallowing extremely hard while a guy's cock is suspended deep in my throat. Many times, I have been told that my continuous hard gripping throat contractions produce a sensation that feels like a thousand tiny fingers, all massaging a guy's cock at the same time. To my delight, Lewis's reaction was the same as that of the less experienced, younger guys. Treating this older, mature gentleman to my special deep-throat blow job and witnessing his aroused reactions was highly gratifying.
It may not have been obvious to Madam Vicky what was going on, but I could tell Lewis was acutely aware of the pleasurable sensation his cock was experiencing. He was highly aroused! As the minutes clicked by, I kept slowly increasing the intensity and speed of my tight swallowing technique. When I felt Lewis's cock begin to uncontrollably flex and bang against the inside of my throat, it was time to add the second pleasuring technique into the mix. This would be the icing on my special deep-throat blow job.