Chapter 51: The Glory of Chaos

In January Sara and I decided to concentrate on doing Club Chaos events. We had agreed to do one public Club Excite event every three months as a way for people to come in and sign up for memberships. The rest of our events would be members only Club Chaos each month.

Sara turned in a list of event themes for the entire year without even asking for my input. It is not that I wanted control over the events in the slightest. I just wanted input if I was going to have to be writing short stories for each event description.

Sara's event themes included titles like "Dirty Doll Disaster, Furry Frenzy, and Wet Dream". Some of the themes she came up with seemed almost impossible to write stories for, but I still managed to pull some unique ideas out of my ass. January's party was a Maria Antoinette Masquerade party. Where Sara came up with these themes is beyond me.

I ended up making the story about a fictional Revolution against New Years Resolutions. It was cooler than it sounds.

"The Next Club Chaos will be "Marie Antoinette Masquerade Madness, The New Years Resolution Revolution". It's Time to Rebel against Self Improvement and self-control. Join The Resolution Revolutionary Forces as they celebrate their victory over society as everyone gives into their sins and throws their New Years Resolution out the window! Mistress Mary Jane and The Beautiful Ladies of Safehaven will provide the shows that will once again Blow Your Mind and Turn you on!"

The infamous Forced Orgasm and the beloved Survive Her Challenge became a regular part of every Chaos event. The Forced Orgasm usually started the night, and the Survive Her Challenge typically ended it.

Every event began with three women restrained on stage and forced to orgasm by Sara and her friends armed with high powered vibrators. The women forced to cum often rotated with new volunteers, but Sara's Dominant accomplices always stayed the same, Bonnie Bondage and Chocolate Barbie.

The sex shows at Club Anarchy had already become legendary in the community and Sara was suddenly becoming viewed as the facilitator of fantasies for the women working at the dungeon. They were often coming up to her pitching ideas for performances and volunteering to be part of them.

Nancy Lust was a relatively new employee of Safehaven. Nancy had curly red hair, light skin, freckles and large breasts. Nancy was a regular at local swinger's parties. She requested Sara arrange a glory hole on stage at Club Chaos for the January party and promised not to disappoint the audience.

Once again somehow, I was expected last minute to build some type of mobile wall for the glory hole. I swear they think I am Bob the Builder or something. Building a wooden frame and hanging drywall would have cost a few hundred dollars and required a truck for transportation. In the end I settled for taking some heavy plastic sheeting we had in the mullet as part of the remodeling efforts and arranged it on stage.

Nancy would stand on the side facing the audience and the men would be on the other side of the plastic. The plastic was semi translucent so you could make out the outline of the men, but you could not see their faces.

The show was about thirty minutes from starting and Sara came up to me with an upset look on her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked thinking she was unhappy with my imprumptu glory hole wall.

"Nancy had arranged for four men to be part of her performance. Only two showed up and one of them claims he can't get hard. He did not expect such a big audience." Sara explained.

"Is she picky about the dicks she is sucking?" I asked.

"Why you want to go up there?" Sara asked with a smile.

"No no! Not if I don't have to. But maybe I can find some other guys." I replied.

As the general manager and solver of problems, I had to go through the audience and find men to get their dick sucked on stage about 20 minutes before showtime.

"Anyone want to get their dick sucked tonight?" I said to a group of regulars.

They all looked at me with a disgusted look.

"No, not me. I am not sucking the dicks. We need volunteers for Nancy Lust's performance tonight. She's doing a glory hole!" I said after realizing how bad my first question sounded.

When we found enough volunteers, the performance began.

Initially there was one big problem, no one had cut a cock hole in the plastic yet. Nancy stood on one side and the man stood on the other. Nothing was happening.

At this point I was already a bit frustrated from other problems. I didn't exactly enjoy asking people if they wanted their dick sucked. A minute into the performance I walked up on stage all mad. The audience looked confused. I whipped out my pocketknife and stabbed a hole violently in the plastic and then walked off stage. The crowd cheered for me.

The first guy pushed his cock through the hole and Nancy started sucking it. She worked on his cock like an experienced expert, sucking on it and jerking it off. Nancy had a bit of a reputation for being an adventurous swinger. She knew what she was doing. After a few minutes the first guy came on Nancy's face and in her mouth.

The cock withdrew from the hole, and Nancy readjusted her position on the floor in front.

"I am not doing it if I have to put my cock in the same hole." man #2 whined from behind the plastic.

I rolled my eyes. I walked up on stage with my pocketknife, looked over at Sara on the side of the stage and shook my head. I stabbed a new hole in the plastic.

This time the audience cheered even louder when I stabbed the plastic. Someone even shouted my name. Man #3 gave me a look off stage, and I just handed him the knife.

"You are doing it yourself this time." I told him.

The last two men each ended up stabbing their own hole in the plastic and it actually looked prearranged and part of the act.

Man #3 was one of Nancy's regular play partners. When his turn came Nancy carefully lined her pussy up to the hole and Man #3 fucked her through the hole. It was pretty hot. Sooner or later, he walked around to the other side of the plastic and started fucking her in front of everyone on stage while Man #4 got his cock sucked through the hole.

Sara might have actually given me permission to get my dick sucked on stage by Nancy, but I had politely declined. Part of it was probably stage fright but I actually had not played with anyone at all the entire time we were doing events. I was always the guy running the show, filling in and fixing problems. It felt like people would look at me differently if I started partaking in the sex shows.

Sara and I had also not been as sexually active together since the events started.

She had regular dates with women who she was fucking, and I was spending majority of my free time at the grow op. Another big complication was a giant feud Sara started with my mom and sister.

It was still the recession, and I was living with my parents to help out with their rent. Both my parents had encountered health issues and were deeply in medical debt. I had to help them.

Sara would stay at my house majority of the week and for the most part my parents were fine with it. The problems started when Sara borrowed something out of my mom's bathroom. I can't even remember what it was, a brush or handheld mirror I forget. My mom asked for it back and Sara denied having it. Then she found it later under my bed and returned it.

Sara would often dye her hair in the bathroom and leave funky colored stains all over the place. She also would cook food for herself in our kitchen and then forget about the dirty dishes.

They started having little arguments passing in the hallways and it got to the point my mother and sister started to hate Sara. Overall, it was a very difficult time for my family because my grandmother who had been like a second mother to my sister and I was diagnosis with terminal cancer. It got to a point where Sara literally refused to come to my house if my mom or sister were home.

I started booking hotels so that Sara and I could be intimate or have alone time to play.

I even paid for trips and vacations. I made every effort to try and have sex with Sara or play with her, and she made very little effort herself. Sara had maintained a regular schedule of attending every concert from her "favorite band" whenever they were in town even now without Raven so who the hell knows what she was up to.

I was not too thrilled about the February Party. It was my birthday that month and I had hoped Sara would do something I liked.

"Hey since it's my birthday month do you think we could do something I like, like Star Wars?" I asked.

"Sorry baby, I already turned in the event themes. We can't change it now." Sara replied making an excuse.

We did some stupid Doll theme on Valentine's Day instead. I made it Anti Valentine's Day in the write up. Toys and Dolls coming back to life and killing their neglectful owners.

It was 100% a metaphor. I was starting to get a bit fed up with her not allowing me input on the event themes. It was something we started to argue about.

Chapter 51: Dealer's Choice