I'd never paid much attention to that side of society before, but I was finding its appeal by Steve's side.Most of his friends were into this fatalist...ic vision of the future. Never expect good things to happen and you won't be disappointed. Never trust the establishment and remain free. And above all else, don't worry about tomorrow, because it may never come.This club, if that's what you could call it, was nothing more than a big room with ragged old couches and bench style car seats placed. When she had gotten to the point where her ass was completely relaxed, allowing one finger, then two and finally three to easily slide in and out of her, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and slowly inched into her ass. Before long, she was moving harder and faster than I was and moaning and making a considerable amount of noise, which was unusual for her - she had been more the quiet type - just soft words and moaning, mostly during oral sex and practically silent during regular sex. I was. I wish I had a video of that night…I repeated this experience several times. Sometimes bent over the bonnet, sometimes knelt bent over a car seat, other times just on my knees on the floor.I found myself dressing like a whore in my vanilla life. I would wear the same micro mini skirts to Uni that I would wear dogging. It felt good to be reminded how many men had used me as I went about my day. I started letting the odd, slightly creepy cleaner on campus flirt with me and take me for drinks when. Yes, but it's just for a few shots. It's not like he's going to watch us all night long."Charlie glared at her. "You don't know that ... unless..." He sat back and thought. "You know this guy, right?" Charlie, please..."He leaned forward and stared at her challengingly. "Tricia, what is going on? Why did you call me?"Tricia sighed and groaned. "Fine," she said. "Look, I was having a real shitty day, and I just needed to get out and have some fun. But my publicist found out, and she wanted some.