You know how if you go the hospital for an X-ray and you wait for a little while and then someone calls you and shows you into a little room, like a changing room, a cubicle with a bench and pegs and stuff, and a door on the opposite side from the one you came in by and the second door leads into the actual X-ray room? Well, the set-up at The Gents was kinda similar, the big room which was furnished as a Classroom for that first Club Night, had doors all round the walls and each of these led into a little room, bigger than the cubicles in the hospital, obviously, and all different: there was a tart's bedroom, a bathroom, a toilet, a shower-room, a wee living room with a sofa and TV, a kid's bedroom with toys and bean-bags, a mum and dad's bedroom with a double bed, the inside of a van, with wheel arches and a tatty mattress on the floor, and tools and stuff, a dungeon with manacles and chains, a Doctors Surgery, with a replica of Graham's desk and chair and an examination couch, with stirrups for intimate examinations; oh, Ronnie and Boris had gone to town. No expense spared.
And of course the particular fun and thrill of that first night was that none of the Punters knew what was behind the doors – it might be a staircase climbing to Heavenly Delights, or a quick descent into Fire and brimstone for all they knew – and, of course it would take a number of visits before they could sample them all, perhaps discover a favourite to return to, again and again, perhaps with a different girl each time, or maybe the same girl in a different room – there were a lot of permutations, and that is without the thought that Ronnie and Boris might not change some, or all of them!
Now the one behind the Teacher's Desk, to the side of the Blackboard, on which he could write a task for the others to carry out, if he wanted – and it might be as simple as “give your girl 50 strokes
in each hole without cumming, or there will be a punishment exercise” or “make a circle of the desks, lie your girl on the desk, legs up and fuck her with a condom on, then pass the filled condom to the girl on your right to drink the contents” and some even more interesting ideas sprang into the minds of the Teachers, who tried to keep it different each night – I think seventy-five nights went past before there was a repeat, and that was only because the Teacher that night had particularly enjoyed one of the previous Tasks and everyone agreed it was well worth doing again so soon – lead into a darkened room, entirely black: walls, floor, ceiling, doors and curtains, with only a Red Safe light, like you might find in a Photographer's Darkroom. And there were four chains suspended from the ceiling, each with a leather cuff at the end. The idea was that the girl would be buckled into each cuff, and there was a kind of bar Stool for her to sit on while this was being done, and then the Teacher could turn various wheels which operated the ratchets that changed the height of the girl or the gap between the chains, and therefore, cuffs: this meant that her legs could be spread as wide as the Teacher wanted, or her feet could be raised to the ceiling so that she was upside down, with her mouth at the level of his Cock, or hands towards the ceiling, body vertical, and legs spread so that her pleasure zone could be entered from front or back and the Teacher could stand, or sit perfectly still and swing her to and fro, hither and yon, perhaps alternating the hole his cock entered each time if that was his wish. There were so many different ways the set-up could be changed that it might take a Punter to be Teacher for ten or twenty nights before he really began to appreciate the possibilities. One advanced possibility which it usually took a Teacher quite a while to appreciate, was that whereby he could lie on a mattress, with his Cock to attention like a Flagpole, and either have the girl raised and lowered as slowly or quickly as he wanted on his Cock, or even have her spinning on it, and once a Punter had discovered that, he was bound to replay it with a different girl each time.
And after the Punters had enjoyed themselves in carrying out the Teacher's tasks, and passed into the Private Cubicles for as long as they wanted to dally, they could then pass out through the second door and make their way to one of the themed areas for private or group pleasures: Water Sports was always popular and a Wet Room was available for a large group to enjoy themselves with Bukkake or Pissing; There was a Toilet, with Glory Hole, and no-one knew which girl was inside the cubicle to handle, suck or be fucked on whose Cock (and some of the Punters took advantage of the discreet entry to the Toilet cubicle to go in there themselves, to jerk or suck or even be fucked anally by another (unknown) Punter's Cock. And there were comfortable rooms for longer entanglements, provided with a Mini-Bar, and even Polaroid Cameras for any who wanted to take away a souvenir of their Evening Entertainment.
Young Martin Elginbrod couldn't think of anything to write on the Blackboard except, Have a Great Time! And in the Teacher's Chain Room, he wanted me to strap the cuffs on him, then splay him like that figure drawn by Leonardo within a perfect circle, and while he was straining like something caught in a vast spider web, he just wanted me to suck him off – which I did, with all the
skill a thirteen year old could muster, which wasn't that much, but it produced a considerable amount of semen which he got me to catch in my hands and then rub all over his face and body, and what I took in my mouth I had to spit into his and he swallowed it. He was a strange one, Young Martin – and he must have been twenty years older than me, to be a big-shot Edinburgh Lawyer.
When he got me to unstrap him, I led him to a shower room and we both stood under the steaming hot water and I soaped him all over and we were both clean and pink and fresh when we stepped out and wrapped ourselves in thick bathrobes, and I took him by the hand and took him to my room,
where we got into my single bed, with pink sheets, a peach quilt and pillows, and my soft toys. There were pictures of The bay City Rollers, and Bambi and other Disney animals on the walls, and a dressing table with lots of girlie stuff. Martin Elginbrod curled his body around me, rocked me backwards and forwards, and went to sleep, sucking my thumb. I was soon asleep too, and that was my first night at The Gents, because when we both woke up it was 11am on Saturday and he had to hurry because he was playing Rugby for his old school's Former Pupils and he wanted to take me along. I checked with Ronnie, who just said: “He's paying, Teri, so go and enjoy and if he wants to take you home and you're okay, then Milk it!” So I ended up spending the weekend with him at his Flat in The New Town. It didn't involve a lot of Sex, mostly listening to him talking about his work and his family's Trusts and stuff, and sixties music and playing Ludo! And I won! I sucked him off a few times, he seemed to prefer that to proper fucking, and several times he asked me if I was really 13, because I looked younger, and quickly added “that's okay, Teri, you're perfect.”
And on the Sunday afternoon, he walked me down to Princes Street Gardens where we had coffee and ice creams and at 4 o'clock, Yuri picked me up for the drive home. As I got into the car, Martin asked if he could see me again. I told him I'd be at School all week, and he seemed pleased, and asked if we could meet up on Friday, after School. Yuri told him to ring Ronnie or Boris to make a date and he said he would.
And he did!
