Let’s Make Some Memories
Part I
“Oh my God. This place is so cool.”
“I told you. It’s off the hook, and the guys here—”
“What?”
“You’ll see. The guys here are hot.”
“Oooh,” Kayla said excitedly. “I can’t wait.”
Getting in the door for Kayla and her friends was hardly a problem. If you were a woman, you probably got in. If you were hot, you probably got in. If you were hot and a woman, you definitely got in, and Kayla and her friends were hot.
The music was the first thing that hit them when they got in the place. “I’m going to go to the bar,” Debbie said.
“What?” asked Kayla.
“I’m going to the bar.”
“I think she said she’s going to her car,” said Tiffany.
“No, the bar,” said Debbie with a point off in the general direction where she wanted to go.
Her friends nodded although it still wasn’t clear if they understood what it was their friend had in mind.
A guy seemed to appear almost out of nowhere from the darkness of the club and he was looking at Tiffany. Kayla couldn’t really hear what he was saying, or much of anything else for that mattered, but one didn’t have to know that the guy was digging her friend.
Her brown-haired friend laughed at whatever it was that the guy had said to her and then she was slipping her hand around his waist and that was all the invitation that the guy needed to move in closer.
Tiffany laughed again. Whatever the guy’s line was, it was clear that Tiffany was definitely up for it.
Damn, Kayla thought. She’d practically promised her friends that she was going to be the first to land a guy and now here was Tiffany jumping straight to the front of the line. Not that Kayla blamed the guy. In her stretch pants and the way her top hugged her enhanced breasts, well Tiffany certainly was one to get a guy’s attention, but the three of them had always been competitive, and Kayla wasn’t used to losing.
She watched her friend wave good bye and then watched her disappear into the crowd.
Damn, Kayla thought. Damn!
“Your first time here,” a man said.
Kayla turned to see a man standing next to her. He wasn’t very tall and he wasn’t very cute and he definitely wasn’t her type. “What?”
“I asked if it was your first time here.”
Great, Kayla thought. Not only did Tiffany get the first nibble but now she, Kayla, she was stuck with some guy who was definitely trying to play with someone who was way out of his league. “I’m not interested,” she said.
“How do you know,” the guy asked. “You don’t even know what the offer is.”
Great. A guy who didn’t know how to take no for an answer. Just fucking great. “I don’t need to know what the offer is. I’m not interested.”
“Suit yourself,” the man said, “but you’ll be sorry.”
There was something in the way he said it, something in the way he was acting. He wasn’t slinking away and he wasn’t going away in a huff. It was almost like ... it was almost like he didn’t care what she said. “Wait!”
The man turned. “Yes?”
“Why’d you ask me if it was my first time here?”
“I was going to extend an offer to you but you said you weren’t interested. Sorry to have wasted your time.”
“Wait. What kind of offer?”
The man was back again but not too close. Kayla liked that. He knew his place. She was hot and there was no way he was in her league and he knew that. She liked that.
“What kind of offer?” she asked again.
“There’s a club inside the club. A club for the best of the best, if you will. If you’re hot enough, or rich enough, you’re welcome to join. If you’re not, you’re not.”
“I take it I qualify then,” Kayla said.
“On both counts actually.”
So he knew, Kayla thought to herself. Or at least he thought he knew. It wasn’t that she was really all that rich, but her daddy was, and as for beauty, well yeah, she had that, too. Blond hair, cute face, blue eyes, pouting lips. Nice bod with tits that weren’t too big or too small. Okay, he knew. “I’ll get my friends,” she said.
“Um, no. I thought I’d made myself clear.”
“Made yourself clear?”
“This is by invitation only. I’m afraid neither of your friends is good enough to make the cut.”
Exclusive, Kayla thought. She liked that, and then the thought crossed her mind. Dweeb-boy here certainly couldn’t have made it in on looks so if he was a part of the club, that meant he had to be loaded. “What’d you say your name was?” she asked.
“I didn’t actually, but in case you’re taking notes, it’s Jeffrey McDuff III.”
Oooh, now that was interesting, Kayla thought. She didn’t know how much the McDuffs were worth, but they owned a boatload of buildings around town and if Jeffrey was part of that family, okay yeah, he might be a dweeb but he was a dweeb with lots and lots of money. Kayla smiled at Jeffrey. “Lead on,” she said.
The “club inside the club” wasn’t really all that much different from the rest of the club. It just seemed to be a section that was cordoned off from the rest of the club, but other than that, it seemed to be exactly the same.
The women were hot. All of them, and as good as she knew she looked, even Kayla had to admit that some of them would give her a run for her money and that was saying something.
The guys on the other hand, were more like Jeffrey. Certainly, they were nothing to write home about, but still ...
Kayla couldn’t help but wonder if they all had money like Jeffrey did. Kayla certainly hoped so.
It was clear that some of the guys and the girls had already paired up just as it was clear that some of them hadn’t. The guys looked at her like she was something new. The girls just looked at her as if she was competition.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Jeffrey asked.
“Sure. How about a Tequila Sunrise.”
“Coming right up. Make yourself at home.”
Kind of hard to do, Kayla thought with the way all the other girls were eying her. On the other hand, there were a couple of guys who were looking at her with interest even as they tried to act like they weren’t. Kayla made a mental note to herself that she was going to have to find out who those guys were.
And that’s when Jeffrey was back. He had a drink for her and one for himself. “So how do you like it so far?” he asked.
Kayla held the drink. “So what do you guys do?” she asked.
Jeffrey took a drink from his drink. “What do you mean what do we do?”
“I mean this is it. You just get together and hang out? Sounds kind of boring.”
“We’re exclusive.”
Kayla had the feeling people were watching her. She wasn’t sure why. She just did. “I don’t know,” she said. “It seems like you’re more ... isolated.”
“We have to keep the riff raff out.”
“I don’t know,” Kayla said.
“If you didn’t like it, you didn’t have to come.”
He was right about that, Kayla had to admit. She didn’t have to come, so she’d stick around, just to see if it got any better.
And that’s when she took the first sip from her drink.
Almost from the moment it went down her throat, the room started to swim. Someone grabbed the cup which was probably a good thing because she probably would have dropped it for sure.
It took her a couple of seconds to get it. This wasn’t right. The drink ... it had to be, the drink.
People were definitely watching her now but their faces were oddly distorted and with the thump, thump, thump of the music, it was hard to think about anything at all.
Someone was touching her. She tried to get up but hands were pulling her down and then there were hands on her body.
“No,” she wanted to cry out. “No, this was wrong,” but when she opened her mouth, someone kissed her instead.
This was wrong, she told herself. This was so wrong. She had to get out of there but she seemed incapable of moving.
There were hands on her body and then someone was kissing her again. Her dress was being pulled up and she could feel hands on her pussy.
No, no, no. This was so wrong.
Her dress was being pulled off her shoulders and it was being pulled down around her waist. There were hands grabbing at her from either side, hands grabbing at her tits and she was powerless to stop it.
Oh my God, she thought. No. Please no. Make it stop.
There were sirens. She wasn’t sure how she knew it, but there were sirens. Oh thank God, she thought. Someone had seen what was happening and someone had called the cops. Those were her final thoughts as her mind slipped blissfully into unconsciousness.
When she finally awoke, she found herself in a completely darkened room. She sat up suddenly as memories finally came back to her. The club, the people, “those” people. She remembered it all. There had been a commotion. There was running. There was ... there was pandemonium, but her memories of the evening were like a deck of cards, all shuffled and out of order and she wasn’t even sure she had all the memories she was supposed to have.
Which brought her to the only question that really mattered.
Where the hell was she?
She was still wearing her clothes or at least she thought she was. That was, she thought she was right up until she realized that her dress was still undone and was bunched up around her waist and that’s when she got scared.
Where the hell was she?
There were no windows and as far as she could tell, there were no lights. She swung her feet over the edge of the bed. She wasn’t wearing any shoes, but if her shoes were anywhere near by, she had no idea how to find them.
She used the bed to guide her until she finally found the wall. The wall felt funny, almost soft.
Where the hell was she?”
She went slowly. In the darkness, almost anything could trip her up. A piece of furniture, something shoved up against the wall, anything. In the darkness that was her room, anything could do it.
Feeling her way along, she finally came to a corner. She followed the corner on around until she finally came to a door and finally, her hands found their way to the door’s latch.
The latch turned. For a moment, Kayla had wondered if it would, but the latch turned and the door opened and Kayla found herself stepping out into the light.
“Doctor!”
After being in the darkened room, the light hurt her eyes. Someone was rushing towards her and then they were putting their hands on her. Doctor, Kayla thought. Oh thank God. Someone had seen fit to take her to a hospital. Thank God.
She was being helped forward and then she was being pushed into a chair. “Wait here,” someone told her and Kayla was content to wait.
It wasn’t long before a man came up to her. By that time, Kayla’s eyes had begun to adjust to the light. This man was an older, heavyset man, hair thinning on top with some white on the sides. He knelt down in front of her and he looked into her eyes. “It’s good to see you back,” he said.
“Where am I?”
“We’ll go into that in a second, but first, I need to know if you know who you are?”
“What? Of course I do.”
“And the answer to that is?”
“Kayla. Kayla Soderstrand.”
“Good, Kayla. That’s good to know.”
“Why wouldn’t I know who I am?”
“Well now, that goes to your first question.”
“My first question? What question was that?”
“You asked where you were and where you are right now is the Ellington Psychiatric Hospital.”
“A psychiatric hospital,” Kayla practically cried out. “What the hell am I doing here?”
“Calm down, Ms. Soderstrand. Calm down.”
“I will not calm down. I want to know what I’m doing at a psychiatric hospital.”
“You were brought in on a 5150.”
“A 5150? What’s a 5150?”
“It’s a psychiatric hold for people who it’s deemed might be a danger either to themselves or to someone else.”
“That’s crazy,” Kayla said. “Who’d say such a thing about me.”
“My understanding was it was the police.”
“The police! Why would they say something like that?”
“If I recall from what the reports said, it was because you were hitting them.”
Kayla looked at the doctor and it was as if she remembered something. It wasn’t much. It was just an inkling but it was enough. “I wasn’t hitting them,” she said. “I was trying to get away.”
“Yes?”
“They were raping me or they were going to at least.”
“The police were raping you? Really, Miss Soderstrand. I find that hard to believe.”
“Not the police, you idiot. The other people.”
“What other people?”
“The other people. The ones ... they ... they had a club.”
“A club, Miss Soderstrand?”
“Yes. It was ...”
“It was what, Miss Soderstrand?”
“I ... I don’t remember.”
The doctor looked at one of the two orderlies standing nearby. “Obviously delusional,” the man said.
“I am not delusional,” Kayla roared. “You got to listen to me.”
“I think we’ve heard just about all we need to hear,” the doctor said.
“You’ve got to believe me,” Kayla said.
“I don’t think we need to do anything of the sort,” the doctor said and with that, he nodded at one of the orderlies.
“Hey,” the girl said as the man suddenly grabbed her. “Hey, what are you doing? Let go of me you creep.”
“Hold her down,” the doctor said.
“Let ... go ... of ... me,” the girl stammered as she tried to free herself from the orderly’s grasp.
“How about we make some memories,” the doctor said.
Kayla stared in horror at the needle in the doctor’s hand. “What are you going to do with that?” she asked even though she was sure she knew the answer.
“Hold her still,” the doctor said again.
It wasn’t going to work. Kayla was sure of it. It wasn’t going to work, but she had to try, but as hard as she tried to wrench her arm free, her arm stayed where it was, pinned to the arm of the chair, and there was the needle getting closer and closer.
And then there was the tip of it almost on her skin, and all Kayla could do was watch breathlessly as the needle pushed its way beneath her skin.
The doctor pushed the plunger all the way to the bottom and it was only when its contents were now inextricably part of her that the needle was finally withdrawn.
“What did you do to me?” Kayla whimpered.
“Me? I haven’t done anything ... yet.”
What are you going to do to me? That’s what Kayla had wanted to ask but something else had happened instead. Her body was wracked by the most intense pleasure that she’d ever felt and she couldn’t help but moan at the feel of it.
“That’s it,” the doctor said. “Just give into it.”
Just give in to what, Kayla had wanted to ask and yet even as the question formed itself in her mind, her body was wracked again by the pleasure.
The doctor was saying something but Kayla was finding it harder and harder to listen to what he had to say. It was all about her body and the pleasure. It was all about how good her body felt. Her pussy was so hot and so wet.
Oh fuck. She knew what she needed. She needed a cock. She needed a cock right there between her legs. Maybe one of these guys—
What the hell was she thinking, she chastised herself. Was she out of her fucking mind?
But almost as quickly, the pleasure was back again and it was so seductive. All she had to do was to give in to it.
Kayla whimpered. It was the drug. She knew it was. It was the drug.
But so what if it was. Did that make the feelings any less intense. Did that diminish her need in any way? Did it? Did it?!!!
No, dammit. No. Stay strong. Don’t give in.
And all the same, Kayla couldn’t help but whimper. She wasn’t sure how she knew it but she had the distinct impression that staying strong was the last thing she wanted to do.
Kayla woke up in a darkened room. She didn’t know where she was or how she’d got there but she knew she was in a darkened room and she knew she wasn’t wearing anything but her panties.
Damn, she thought. She really could use a cock to suck.
She didn’t question the thought. After all, why should she. She let a hand slide between her legs as she thought about what it would feel like to have a cock in her mouth.
Sucking cock was the most natural thing in the world for her. She’d been doing it for ... she couldn’t remember how long, but Vinnie Breslan’s had been the first cock she’d sucked and once she’d had one cock in her mouth, she just hadn’t bothered to look back. She knew what she needed and she knew she always would need it.
She rubbed her pussy even harder even as she moaned.
She loved the feel of a cock there at her lips. She loved the head of it, especially when it was big and fat against her lips and then she loved it when she pushed her mouth down on the shaft.
She rubbed her pussy even harder.
She loved the way she made the boys moan, but then of course, why wouldn’t they moan. Was there really a bad way to suck a cock? Kayla didn’t think so and the boys were always so receptive. Kayla liked that. It was like instant gratification.
It wasn’t like instant gratification. It was instant gratification. She sucked on a guy’s dick. The guy moaned. She on hearing him moan and she sucked him harder. Did it get any better than that?
Well yeah, it did, actually. It got better when the guy couldn’t hold back any longer. It got better when he came in her mouth. It was like the ultimate reward, and Kayla was just so damned good at getting herself that reward and it was then that Kayla flashed back on something in her past.
He’d come to her door on her eighteenth birthday. She’d already been an accomplished cock sucker by then and all the boys knew if you needed to get your cock sucked, Kayla was your girl but this guy was someone she’d never seen before. “I hear you like to suck cock,” he told her.
“I sure do, Mister,” Kayla had answered.
“Perhaps you’d like to suck on mine then.”
She hadn’t really answered him, at least not the way one might have expected it, but she gave the guy a grin and without another moment of hesitation, she let herself drop to her knees and then she was pulling his cock out of his pants and she sucked him hard until he came in her mouth. Now that, she told herself, that was a birthday present.
Kayla couldn’t help but moan as her fantasies finally pushed her over the edge. Oh yeah, she told herself. Oh yeah. That was what she needed.
It was almost as if someone were watching her because having finally gotten herself off, the lights finally came up in her room.
This was her first look at her cell and that was clearly what it was. She had a bed and nothing else. Not even a sink or a closet or anything else and there was certainly none of the clothes that she’d worn ... worn when? She had no idea how long she’d been here so how long ago had it been.
There were no windows, of course, but Kayla recalled how the walls had felt “soft.” There was a reason for that. Her nondescript, beige walls were nothing more than a padded cell.
Fury overtook the girl and one thought raced through her mind. She had to get out of there. She had to get out of there now.
She raced for the door. She wasn’t sure why but she was sure it wasn’t going to be locked. She pulled the door open and stepped out into ...
“Miss Soderstrand, how nice of you to join us.”
Kayla shrieked as she hurled herself at the doctor. “You,” she spat out. “What did you do to me?”
She never got there because before she could get close, the two big orderlies had grabbed her and were forcing her down into a chair.
The doctor smiled. He could afford to be indulgent. “That’ll be enough of that.”
“Fuck you,” Kayla spat.
“I could make you do that if you want.”
That got Kayla’s attention. “Make me do what?” she asked.
“I could make you fuck me.”
“Yeah right.”
“It’s all a matter of what you think and what you think you like. I could make you take my cock and I could make you like it.”
“What do you mean?”
The doctor waved it away. “Never mind,” he said. “I’m just being silly. No one could make you want to have sex if you didn’t want to. That’s just silly.”
“You got that right.”
“So, Miss Soderstrand, I suppose we ought to talk about how you’re going to get out of here.”
“Oh ho. So you’ve seen the error of your ways.”
“Not exactly.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means a hot, little slut like you, you pretty much got to be willing to fuck anything in sight.”
Kayla snorted at that. “I may be hot but I’m no slut.”
“You sure about that, because I thought I heard you liked to suck cock.”
Right up until that moment, Kayla’d managed to keep her composure because her attention was on the doctor in front of her but all it took were those words to remind her of how she’d felt just minutes before. Suck cock. The girl couldn’t help but moan. Of course, she wanted that. Who wouldn’t want that?
She heard a sound off to the side and when she turned her head, she found that one of the orderlies had unzipped his pants and that was when Kayla did the most natural thing in the world for her. She took his cock out and she started to suck.
She should stop, she told herself. She needed to get out of here, but she just didn’t seem to be able to stop herself. She’d do it later, she told herself. She’d do it after she’d stopped sucking the man’s cock.
There was motion off to the side but Kayla wasn’t about to be distracted and that’s what she kept telling herself, right up until the moment the other orderly turned her head around so she could face him.
“Oh my God,” the girl moaned. Another cock. She just couldn’t help herself. She had to suck that one, too.
“I think we’ve found out just what kind of slut you are,” she heard the doctor say.
He was just upset, the girl told herself. After all, he wasn’t getting his cock sucked.
Back her head turned to the first orderly and to his waiting cock. “Mmm,” she moaned as she took his cock. “Mmm yeah.”
Someone was grabbing her arm but Kayla didn’t care. She had a cock to suck.
But then her arm was being pinned down and when Kayla turned to look at it, she found the doctor standing over her with a hypodermic.
“Hey,” she said as the needle entered her. “Hey!”
“Don’t mind me,” the doctor told her. “You just go back to sucking your cocks.”
She watched for a moment longer but she just couldn’t help herself. She knew it was important. The man was injecting her with something and yet the only thing she could thing of was sucking some more cock and so she turned away from the doctor and she did what she was told to do. She went back to sucking cocks.
She knew this was bad. She knew she should be more worried but the truth was she just couldn’t stop herself.