0 comments/ 3327 views/ 5 favorites Chameleons Ch. 01 By: bodiceripperz The silk of the lilac kimono grazed lightly against her perky nipples, and the upright bass in the jazz trio played a rhythmic beat that seemed in sync with the pulsing between her legs. Swaying bodies of dancing couples filled the dance floor around her, and occasionally a hand would brush her bare thigh, her hand, or there would be a finger dragged over the back of her neck. Many people wore masks. Some of the dancers were fully nude, while others wore everything from the skimpiest of lingerie to the most elaborate of ball gowns. One man wore only a glittery Speedo. Turning her head a bit, she saw the topless female bartender kissing a woman who wore a purple corset and garters. Anything was allowed to happen at Prism, and just being in the club was making Lavender Tate wet. "Sugar Pie, Care to dance?" a voice purred in her ear. "You look lonely and delicious." Two warm hands ran down her back, and she looked up to see a very tall man in very high platforms wearing a long red wig and big fake eyelashes smiling down at her. Silver tulle swirled around him, and he looked like the prettiest princess from any fairy tale. "I'm meeting someone." "A she?" The Royal One raised a painted eyebrow and reached forward to touch the blonde hair Lavender wore in a smart bob. "He." "Do you like women, too?" "I like a lot of things." The tall one laughed out loud. "I'm The Queen. What's your name, cheeky?" "Lavender." "Lavender. And in the purple room, too. Perfect. Is this your first time at Prism?" "Yes." "Lucky girl. Enjoy yourself and your lucky gentlemen. If you don't find yourself enjoying him, I bet you'd enjoy me." "I bet you're right." The Queen bent down and pressed her lips to Lavender's, sucking her bottom lip for a long moment before taking a tiny bite. Lavender kissed back, and felt a tongue in her mouth, controlling and curious. Like magic, The Queen broke away and slipped away in between the dancers and vanished somewhere into the purple-lit room. Lavender exhaled and looked around eagerly. Where was he? This had been his idea, his plan, and she'd been so titillated by the suggestion she'd done exactly as she told - gone in search of a purple butterfly masquerade mask she currently wore, and come to Prism wearing the short purple silk kimono he'd had delivered to her by bike messenger in the middle of her work day. Receiving a naughty package from a strange man was not a typical part of her day, being a middle school literature teacher, and knowing what was in the package she tucked into her messenger bad all day had rendered her hot and bothered and barely able to discuss Romeo and Juliet with her students. The craziest part was that she didn't even know who he was. All she'd gotten were texts, and emails from a gmail address that offered no clues. Yet, from his messages, she could tell he was well-read, and the idea of having a tryst with a stranger was tantalizing. Most of her days consisted of waking early, teaching, grading papers, Netflix, and early bedtimes. It seemed dangerous, until he'd suggested they meet at Prism. The new adult club was a popular place, and many articles had been written about its decadence and popularity. It was insanely exclusive. Along with her kimono, she'd received a VIP pass, and knew she'd never have been able to get in on her own. So there she stood in the middle of the dance floor of the purple room, waiting exactly where he'd told her to wait, with a throbbing anxiety growing between her legs and her purple thong growing damp with her anticipation. Over the music, she heard a woman's cry. Through the dancers, she could see a beautiful woman lying on her back on one of the tables, her head hanging over the edge and her breasts bouncing free for all to see. An older man, handsome even with his gray hair, held her legs wide open by her ankles and was fucking her hard and relentlessly. He looked up from the woman and met Lavender's eyes and winked but never ceased his movement. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the animalistic passion of the act. Other people danced and watched appreciatively as the man moved faster and faster and the woman cried out louder and louder until he reached orgasm with a mighty yelp. The woman on the table laughed and applauded, as did several others. Warm breath tickled her neck. "Did you enjoy watching that?" Lavender knew it had to be him. The man stood close behind her, but none of him touched her at all. She nodded, not turning around, "Yes." "Hello, Lavender." "Who are you?" "Call me The Chameleon. I'm happy you decided to come." "What happens now?" "Whatever we want to happen. To begin, would you like to dance?" Lavender nodded, unable to make any more words as her mouth had gone bone dry the moment he'd said her name. The man moved forward and surrounded her with his size and strength, and pressed himself against the full length of her. Wrapping his arms around her body, he began to sway with the steady beat being played by the trio. Strong thighs moved against hers, and the slick fabric of her kimono rode up until she felt the fabric of his trousers rubbing against her bare ass cheeks. The man slipped a big hand inside her kimono and rolled a nipple around in his fingers, and she pushed her ass harder against him. Lighting up with new sensations, she brought the hand that wasn't clinging to his arm down into her panties and began to play with herself. She felt her own wetness in the soft hair down there. Being taller, The Chameleon looked down her body and watched her hand as he took her earlobe in his mouth and began to suck on it, licking quickly. He released her nipple and took her whole breast in his palm, squeezing it firmly and pulling at it. Lavender tensed from desire. With one swift gesture, he untied her kimono and it fell open. Appreciative eyes began to watch the two of them and their action. The older man from before had sat down with a drink directly in front of them, and raised his glass to her as he rubbed himself through his pants and watched. She knew her full breasts were visible to the world, and everyone could see their two hands working in between her legs as she stood on high heels in the middle of the dance floor with a complete stranger. Surprising herself, she realized she wasn't embarrassed at all. In fact, she liked watching the eyes of people watching her desire. She liked it a lot. "You're not shy," The Chameleon whispered in her ear. "I guess not," she managed, feeling herself getting closer to the edge of pleasure. He slipped a wet finger inside her pussy and pushed it deep. She gasped and gripped his arm, digging in her nails. "I want to fuck you in every room in this place." "How many rooms are there?" She closed her eyes, barely able to stand as he thrust his finger deep into her over and over again. "Seven. Seven rooms in seven nights. Are you up for it?" Lavender's hand moved behind her back and gripped at his pants. "Absolutely." Her boldness surprised her, but no one knew who she was at Prism. She could be anyone. She could do anything. She could be free of the monotony and boredom of her daily life. If she wanted, she could take multiple partners a night, or all at once, and no one would care or even know. "Pleasure for pleasure, an even trade. I'll pull out, but you're on the pill, right?" She nodded, her head rolling back against his strong chest. He put a second finger inside her, but didn't cease his hard thrusting, and she was about to lose her mind. "Then we're agreed." "Agreed." "Good," he said, and pulled his fingers from her and pulled back from her, turning her around to face him. He wore a mask covered with colorful gemstones and a rather phallic nose, but she could see his eyes were blue and his hair, blonde like hers, hung a little long. That night, he wore a purple button-down shirt and black pants. Though he didn't stand much taller than her, he was solidly built and obviously worked out to attain arms like the ones he'd had locked around her. Gently, he kissed her lips and then pushed her down onto her knees. "Don't worry," he said, putting his hands on his hips. "No one will step on you. And they keep the floors here very clean." Not sure why she was obeying a strange man, but knowing she desperately wanted him back inside her and would do whatever he asked, she undid his pants. He wore no underwear, which made pulling him out of the pants easy. Her fingers couldn't reach all the way around his thick cock, and she grew excited about how it would feel when he put it inside her. More people watched as she licked her lips, and then began to run him over her lips, feeling the hardness of his member against the softness of her lips. She spit on his cock and rubbed the wetness into the tip. Squeezing her lips together, she pushed her mouth against the tip, letting it push into her mouth slowly. Once she'd taken as much of him in her mouth as she could, she looked up at his face and saw a naughty grin watching her closely. Lavender felt charged by her own arousal and the attention of the people around, and put her hands on his. She began to move her head to and from him, letting him have all of her mouth. Moving one hand, she took hold of his balls and began to knead them at the same time, to the same rhythm. Remembering the older man behind her, she stuck her ass out and pulled up her kimono the rest of the way, revealing her round ass and her purple thong to him especially, but to anyone else who might have liked the view as well. The Chameleon enjoyed how she sucked him off. He threw back his head and closed his eyes. When he looked back down at her, he took hold of her hair. Holding her head in place, he began to thrust himself back and forth in her mouth, and she dropped her hands to her sides to allow it. He was forceful, but it didn't hurt, and she imagined him doing the same action to her pussy and hoped he wouldn't wait too long to do just that. "Fuck her!" A voice called through the crowd, and others cheered. Lavender looked up into the mask of her stranger with her mouth still full of him and smiled. It sounded good to her. All these people found her desirable, and she was enjoying it. He pulled out of her and reached down, taking hold of her under her arms. He brought her up to him and kissed her long and deep, his tongue tracing her teeth and probing her cheeks. She reached up and pulled her kimono off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. A few people cheered. The Chameleon laughed, and leaned in to her ear. "What would you like me to do to you?" "Make me scream," she answered. "Your wish is my command," he replied. Pants down around his hips, he took a few steps over to where a support beam stood to the side of the dance floor, and pulled her to him, pushing her back up against the beam. He knelt down then and ran his hands up her bare thighs, kissing her knees along the way. He licked his way up her thigh to her pussy, and once he got there he moved her thong aside and parted her with his thumbs and looked longingly at her for a long moment. She looked around and saw the other people in the room watching them even as they danced with their own partners. The Chameleon dove forward and drove his tongue into her, and wasted no time in licking her until she was completely wet for him. He pressed his whole face in between her legs and ran his tongue all over in between her folds and inside her. It was only for a minute, though. Then he stood back to his full height, his penis erect and pointing at her, and practically tore her thong off. Tossing it into the crowd, he lifted one of her legs up as high as it could go and hooked her bent knee over his arm. Moving toward her, she felt his hard cock press against her pussy and then he was deep inside her, pushing into her as hard as he could until she cried out as the feeling almost hurt. Rhythmically, he began to thrust himself against her, driving home his member with every other move, and causing her breasts to bounce hard along the way. He didn't back away from her, didn't back down, and she put her hands on his hard shoulders to keep herself on her feet as her knees threatened to buckle. He grew sweaty as he pumped faster and harder, beating his thighs against hers and making her moan time after time. Lavender felt her legs give out, but he wasn't done. He simply caught her under her ass and lifted her up against the wall, pinning her to it with the heft of him. She felt her back rubbing against the cool concrete of the beam behind her, and as she landed on his cock over and over her eyes closed and she fell forward until her breasts landed in his face. Over his shoulder, she saw the older gentleman jerking off as he watched her get fucked by The Chameleon, and another man who had a woman on her knees sucking him off even as his eyes were glued to them. When The Chameleon took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suck at it with amazingly strong suction, and she saw the desiring eyes of the people watching her, she exploded with pleasure and release. Later, she would have sworn she saw stars. As he'd promised, she screamed a little as orgasm came, ripping through her from the roots of her hair to her toes. The Chameleon dropped her to her feet and spun her around quickly, pushing her forward so she leaned against the beam. He shoved his cock into her from behind and bent forward, squeezing both her breasts in his hands as he fucked her hard and faster until he pulled out quickly and spurted cum between her cheeks, quaking through a few aftershocks until he was completely drained. Applause celebrated them, and The Queen came forward with two purple drinks in hand and a napkin. She handed them the drinks. "Congratulations on an auspicious debut, my friends. Enjoy a drink on the house. And come back again, lovelies." Lavender stood in a crowd of people, barely able to stay on her heels as her legs still shook. The Chameleon's semen drizzled down her ass and thigh, and she met his eyes as they drank the grape vodka beverages hungrily. He reached over and found her kimono, helping her back into it. Feeling more free than she'd ever felt, she left it wide open. Her thong was nowhere to be seen, but she didn't care. He buttoned his pants and then wrapped an arm around her waist, leaning in to kiss her for a long time. "We've done purple," he said. "What's next?" "Yellow." "What would you like me to wear?" The Chameleon grinned and reached into the back pocket of his pants. He handed her a small velvet pouch no bigger than a pack of cigarettes. "Just this and your mask." "Oh my. That can't leave much to the imagination." He looked down over her exposed body. "Is that a problem?" "No." Lavender looked into his mask, trying to figure out the mystery of him. "Who are you, though? And why me?" "Because you're beautiful. And you needed me to make you come alive. Until tomorrow night, Lavender Tate." "Until tomorrow night, Chameleon." Lavender tied her kimono and walked out of the purple room back into the boring gray hallway that divided the seven rooms of Prism. Making her way to the exit, she stopped to get her long trenchcoat from the coat check, took off her mask and stuffed it into her pocket, and readied to step back out into the real world. In her hand, she held the tiny package he'd given her, containing what she was to wear for her return. The valet brought her car around, and she gave him a sly smile when she noticed him noticing her lack of underthings as she got into her car. Of all her wildest dreams, she'd never imagined herself getting off on having strangers watch her fuck, but her body tingled with the idea and the adventure. She would definitely return the following night for another evening with the sexy and mysterious Chameleon, even if she still had absolutely no idea who he was. Chameleons Ch. 02 Lavender Tate fiddled with the tassel of the pastie attached to her left breast as she waited her turn to step on the stage. Tonight, she was in the Yellow room at Prism, and the cheery dance pop music that surrounded her shook the floor thanks to a persistent bass line. She watched the woman before her, a larger woman who was nonetheless incredibly attractive, as she put on a show for the people at the tables. The woman strutted and swayed like an expert burlesque performer under the yellow lights that shone on the yellow tiled stage with the shimmering gold backdrop, and Lavender felt a lump in her throat from nerves even as the pulsing between her legs grew furious from desire. He was out there in the crowd. Her Chameleon. Her mystery man. And she would put on a show for everyone, but especially for him. After the previous night, when they'd fucked like animals in the middle of the dance floor of the purple room, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. When she'd arrived back at her apartment, the thoughts had turned to an intense longing. She'd masturbated twice - in the shower and in her bed, her fingers serving as a poor substitute for him - before she'd been able to drift off to sleep haunted by steamy visions. The small box he'd given her at the end of the night had contained what she was to wear for this evening in the yellow room - only two yellow pasties with golden tassels, and the tiniest golden thong she'd ever seen. Barely a string, the garment could barely even be called a garment, and she was glad she'd kept up her monthly wax appointments. Lavender still didn't know who he was, only that she wanted him to fill her with the feelings she'd had the night before. If she had to go onstage and do dirty things in front of strangers to earn him again, she'd do it. Not that she minded doing things in front of strangers. The previous night she'd discovered she liked having all eyes on her. "You ready, kitten?" The stage manager, who wore black leather and a headset, guided her toward the steps to the stage. Lavender nodded. She was, indeed, ready. To prepare for the show, the staff at Prism had taken her to a store within the club where she could purchase any sort of sexual accoutrement she could want. Boldly, she'd selected a large pink dildo. It had caught her eye and called to her as something that could prove useful. While she still wasn't sure what she'd do with it, she knew she'd figure it out. The music ended, and the crowd cheered loudly. "Thank you, Cynthia!" The announcer bellowed. "Next up we have a newcomer to the Yellow stage. Ladies and Gentlemen and Everyone else, please give it up for Lavender!" Loud applause surprised her, and she took a deep breath. She waited until the music she'd chosen - "Circus" by Britney Spears - began before she entered the stage in darkness, walking on the highest gold heels she'd been able to find with only a day's notice. (Thank goodness for the trendy vintage clothing stores by the school she taught at.) Before the lights came up, she could make out faces in the crowd. About fifty people - men and women alike - sat drinking at tables in various states of undress. She saw The Older Man from the night before, the one who'd watched her so openly, and she saw The Queen, dressed in a bright yellow wig and a gown of gold. And she saw The Chameleon, sitting front and center still wearing his gemstone mask with the phallic nose. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. The lights came up right on cue, and revealed Lavender bent over with her ass aimed at the crowd. The audience broke into whoops and hollers as she smiled upside down at them through her legs, gave them a tiny wave, and then reached her hands back to part her firm cheeks even more. Her fingers on her cheeks, she began to sway her ass side to side to the beat of the music. The Older Man nodded appreciatively, and immediately undid his pants to release his cock. He took it in hand and began to rub it slowly. Lavender knew she was doing things right. Pushing her ass toward the crowd, she slid her thong down and let it fall to her ankles. Then, Lavender stood up and raised her hands high, shaking her ass at them in her best Shakira impression. Still shimmying, stepped from her thong and kicked it into the crowd as she turned to face them, letting them enjoy the way she made the tassels hooked to her breasts move. She jiggled and whirled and the tassels went in circles round and round, a dizzying display of delicious sexuality. Lavender squeezed her breasts, bounced them around, and enjoyed the whistles and whoops she got in return. She liked putting on a show. She danced more, dropping her ass nearly to the floor and rising again, taking a few spins around the stripper pole in the middle of the stage, and wiggling like every backup girl in every sexy music video she'd ever seen. It was the most fun she'd ever had. But she wanted a partner. She ached for one, yearned for another's hands on her body. She stepped forward and reached out a hand, not to The Chameleon, but to The Older Man. The Chameleon smiled at her action, and gestured to allow the Older Man to take the stage. Lavender brought him onto the stage and gave him a little kiss. The man's hands went to the bare skin of her hips as he kissed her hard in return and sucked on her tongue for a moment. Reaching for the table, she picked up the dildo and handed it to him. His eyes sparkled as he held it the dildo next to his hard cock. Lavender knelt before him and took the plastic of the dildo into her mouth with her hands on his ass and began to lick and suck it as if it was really his dick. She looked up at the man while the dildo was pushed deep in her mouth, and winked. He grinned broadly in return, and put a hand on the back of her head to simulate pushing his cock deeper into her throat. She gave the dildo the best blowjob she'd ever given, and it was as if the Older Man felt every wet moment. A few moments later, she stood up and turned her back on the Older Man. Lavender bent over again and took hold of her ankles. "Use it," she demanded through her legs. The Older Man rubbed the wet dildo against her pussy lips, and used it to part them and explore her, circling around her holes for so long that Lavender reached back and slipped her finger into herself to relieve some of the pressure. The audience made noises of approval. The Older Man looked toward The Chameleon, who nodded. Lavender noted that he had also undone his pants and held his great cock in hand. She remembered the thickness of it, the power of it between her legs the night before, and wanted him so badly she pushed herself back onto the dildo hard and exclaimed. The Older Man took a hint well, and shoved the whole dildo into her quickly. She exclaimed, and he began to forcefully fuck her with the pink plastic as he bit and kissed at her ass cheeks with his mouth and teeth. He rammed the dildo into her yearning pussy to the rhythm of the music and slapped her cheeks along the way. When the pleasure had grown to an intense level and Lavender felt her body tensing, she cried out, The Chameleon stood up and hopped onto the stage. "Mind if I join in?" he asked. "Be my guest," The Older Man said with a big grin, and slapped Lavender's cheek so hard it left a red mark. The Chameleon lay down on the stage floor, and Lavender got on her hands and knees so her face was in his lap while The Older Man worked at her pussy with the dildo, and soon, his fingers. She took The Chameleon's thick cock into her mouth as deep as she could, and moved her tongue around until he moaned. He tasted as yummy as she remembered from the previous night - like salt and skin and sex. The Chameleon put his hand on the back of her head and held her in place while he fucked her mouth hard, until she practically choked on him. All the while, The Older Man worked at her. She felt the pressure building in her, and she cast her eyes to the audience and saw their riveted expressions. Just then, The Chameleon grabbed at her breast and squeezed it hard and The Older Man's thumb rubbed her clit with a furious pressure. Lavender came as she looked out into the audience with a cock in her mouth, an explosion of passion rushing over her, and squirted a little liquid onto the older man's fingers. He held up his fingers like a trophy, and then licked the liquid with his tongue. The song was done, and the audience cheered. "Thank you Lavender!" the announcer called, and Lavender and the Chameleon and the Older Man stood in a line to take a bow. Lavender, having just come through a powerful orgasm, was wobbly on her heels, but the men held her with strong hands. The Chameleon leaned in to her. "Never start something you can't finish." She looked between the two of them, and saw the two hard cocks just waiting for her. Both men were hard for her, and needed release. They left the stage and the stage manager indicated the doorway they were to out. Right outside the door was a yellow leather couch. Two hard cocks protruded at her, and Lavender wanted them both. She pushed both men to the couch and dropped to her knees and put a hand on each dick, then spit on each, and began to work them both with her hands at the same time. The Chameleon reached forward and took hold of both the tassels and pulled. Lavender's ample breasts rose with his pulling and stretched until the glue gave way and both pasties popped off, leaving red circles around her nipples. He pulled her face toward his cock and made her take him in her mouth again. The thick solidity of him filled her all the way to her throat. Then he pulled out of her and pushed her face toward the other cock, and Lavender took The Older Man the same way. The Chameleon moved behind her and brought his tongue to her ass cheeks. He poked and prodded her pussy and asshole with his tongue and fingers until she was throbbing all over again for him and reached back to try and grab his cock, but he pushed her hand away and took hold of her hips to guide her up and onto the Older Man's cock. It wasn't as thick as The Chameleon's, but it was longer, and as she sat on top of him his member seemed to push into the very core of her being. He felt good inside her, and she very much wanted him. She rode on top The Older Man and buried his cock inside her hard. She bounced wildly and happily and bent forward. He worked at her nipples with a curious mouth at the same time, biting and pulling at them even though they were already sensitive from the pasties. Overcome with desire, she barely noticed The Chameleon until his hard member was pressed against her asshole. She'd never had a man there before, and looked over her shoulder with wide eyes. The Chameleon took hold of both her shoulders and forced his way inside her until she cried out and fell forward onto the Older Man, her head draped beside his shoulder. The fat cock in her ass and the long cock in her pussy made her feel stretched beyond anything she could have imagined her body could take, but after the surprise had passed she began to enjoy the sensation. Soon, both men were moving on her and Lavender thought she would die from the pain and the pleasure taking over her at the same time. Four hands explored her body at the same time, clutching her and pinching her and pulling at her. The Older Man teased her pussy with his wet fingers, and The Chameleon reached around and took hard hold of her raw breasts as he thrust himself into her. This went on, and on and on, and Lavender found herself helpless. The pleasure was out of her hands, and completely on the two men moving in and out of her, alternately filling her holes with their hard members. The Chameleon pulled her hands behind her back, to completely take control, and pulled her so she was leaning over The Older Man, with her breasts swinging over his face. Lavender allowed it all and The Chameleon pumped her harder, groaning as he buried his cock almost all the way to his balls in her asshole. The Chameleon pulled himself out of her and pushed her onto her back on the couch. He and The Older Man both knelt above her, cocks jerking in their hands, and they slid their fingers in and out of her respective holes and rubbed their dicks until both of them spurted hot cum onto stomach and tits. She sat up and licked both of them clean, rubbing The Chameleon's cock around on her tits for added emphasis. The Older Man sat back on the couch with a long exhale and a big smile. "Didn't expect that. Mind you, I'm not complaining." Lavender smiled. "The pleasure was all mine." The Chameleon leaned his face, still in the mask, down toward her and tipped his face sideways to kiss her on the cheek. "You did incredibly well, baby." "What color is tomorrow?" Lavender pushed her hair, damp with sweat, off her face and reclined luxuriously on the couch, her nakedness no longer something she was ashamed of. "Blue." The Chameleon smiled as he stood up, and she took in the sight of him. The muscles in his arms and chest shone with sweat, and he looked like a statue come to life. The Older Man nodded knowingly. "The Blue room is excellent." "Will I see you tomorrow?" she asked him. He smiled and shook his head. "Blue is for two. But I enjoyed tonight, and you will see me again." He kissed her hand and walked away. Lavender stood up. "I have class tomorrow. I should get some sleep. Though I should wash up first, I suppose." She was sticky with their cum, and ran a hand over her glistening breasts. The Chameleon took her hand and led her into a bathroom just off the backstage hall. Once she was inside, he followed her and locked the door behind them, then picked her up and sat her on the counter. He got some paper towels from the dispenser and wet them, then began to quietly wipe her down. The cold water chilled her, and he slowly covered all of her chest and made small circles around her nipples. Then he worked the towel down her stomach and parted her legs with his hands. She raised her legs and set her ankles on the counter, leaving herself wide open to him. Slowly, he used the paper towel to clean her pussy, washing every fold and crevice of her most private place until she felt the familiar yearning for him once again threatening to take her over. Lavender reached down a hand to take hold of his. She took the paper towel from him and raised his finger to her mouth. She sucked his finger in her hot lips for a moment, getting it wet with her spit, then guided it back to her pussy and drove it inside her. "One more time," she pleaded. "Please." He smiled and kept his eyes glued to her face, watching her pleasure as he fucked her with his finger. He drove his finger deep and hard into her wet pussy until she leaned back on her elbows and threw back her head. His fingers continued at her pussy, then she felt him against her asshole again and called out in surprise as he pressed his fat cock back into her butt. She spread her legs as wide as she could, and he took hold of one ankle and held it wide. "You ever had a man in your ass before?" he asked, double pleasuring her as he watched her breasts jiggle in response to his thrusts. Lavender could only shake her head. She couldn't make words. "Do you like it?" The sensation was thrilling. She'd always thought the act was dirty, a filthy thing only crazy women would allow, but now that he was inside her she understood the appeal. She felt filled in a whole new way. All she could do was nod. "Good," he answered, and leaned forward to fuck her harder, his whole body slamming into hers so hard her head pushed against the mirror. He came in her ass that time, a guttural cry escaping him. Once he'd spurted, he dropped to his knees and brought his mouth to join his fingers in her pussy, working at a faster and faster pace until she felt her whole body overcome with orgasm again. He helped her back up to her feet. "What should I wear tomorrow night, for the Blue room?" Lavender breathlessly looked to him as her guide. The Chameleon, whoever she was, controlled these nights. She'd have to figure out who he was eventually, wouldn't she? He gave her a wicked grin. "Don't worry about it. It's taken care of." Who he was didn't matter. Not yet. Chameleons Ch. 03 "And how do you feel this evening?" The Chameleon circled an arm around Lavender's waist from behind and dropped a kiss on her neck. Lavender laughed a bit, "My ass is still a bit sore from last night." Recalling how The Chameleon and another man had double-teamed her - her first threesome and her first assfuck at the same time - she felt a little pulse begin between her legs. Damn him. She was about to begin the third of a promised seven nights of sex with him at Prism, and already she'd let down so many of her walls and done so many things she'd never done before. The club's anything-goes attitude and creative settings seemed to inspire endless acts of dirty debauchery, and she still had four more to go. Lavender thrilled at the idea, though she hoped before it was all over she wouldn't be getting off while slaughtering a chicken or anything. The Chameleon ran a hand down her hip and across her ass cheek, his fingers grazing just below the high hemline of her blue mini-dress. Tonight was the Blue Room. Lavender had no idea what that meant - every room at Prism was a surprise to her. Still, she'd worn blue. His big palm smoothed over her ass, and back again. The gesture soothed the slight ache that still lingered between her ass cheeks, a tender massage. Under his warm hands, she felt herself turning to putty he could shape into whatever he wanted her to be. As he repeated the motion over and over, he licked her earlobe just as slowly. Then, he stopped. "I'll see you in the room." "What do I need to do?" "You'll see." He disappeared then, gone into the thick crowds of patrons. Lavender made her way down the dark hallway and approached a blue door. A large man with an earpiece stood guard. "Hi," she said. He didn't reply. "I'm Lavender?" Why she made it a question, she didn't know. But he looked at her for a long moment, listening to something in his ear. "You can swim, right?" "Yes." He reached back and opened the door, allowing her entrance. The room was entirely black, except for a small swimming pool. Duh, she thought. Blue. Water. Makes sense. "Get naked and get in," the doorman said flatly, and closed the door behind her. Lavender could see nothing except the lights in the water. She took a moment to orient herself. There was enough residual glow from the pool for her to know the room was completely enclosed and she was the only person there. That was comforting. The previous two nights, every part of her had been on display for all to see. She'd enjoyed it, and gotten off hard on the thrill, but she wanted a little time alone—really alone—with The Chameleon. Her curiosity as to who he was had begun to eat at her, and she felt a growing need to know his name, and how he knew her. Clearly, he knew her from outside the world of Prism. Maybe this was the night he'd be revealed to her. The pool was built like a weird reverse doughnut, or the Target logo. The outside circle was deep, but the center of the pool was shallow, a circular platform. Lavender slipped out of her dress, having left panties at home that night. They'd done no good the past two nights, so she'd decided they weren't going to be a thing she wore to Prism anymore. She walked to the edge of the water and sat her bare ass on the cool tile, dipping her feet into the water. The water lapped against her feet and the temperature was pleasant, just a bit warm. She moved her feet around in the water for a moment. "Here goes," she whispered. Then she went in, entering the water up to her shoulders. The water felt warm on her bare skin, and she held on to the edge of the pool with one hand, waiting while not knowing what she was waiting for. She swam the few feet to the middle platform and pulled herself up to sit, the water only coming up to her waist. She supposed he'd be arriving soon, The Chameleon. Fucking him in a private pool sounded delicious. For a moment, she wondered about the sanitary elements of the pool, then smelled the chlorine in the air and remembered just how decadent and opulent Prism was and realized the pool was probably cleaner than any pool she'd ever visited in her entire life. She sat, naked, on the platform in the water. She kicked her feet over the edge into the deeper part. When she felt something brush against her foot, she yelped. Down in the water was a form, circling her under the water. As she looked closer, she saw it was a man's form but different. He swam a little closer to the surface of the water and she saw he wore a scuba suit and equipment. "Are you kidding me?" She exclaimed, mostly to herself. She didn't know if he could hear her, but damn - Prism was a crazy place. All kinds of things got people off. He circled again, and reached for her. A rubber-clad hand took hold of her foot, and pulled her so she was on her belly in the water with her shoulders, neck, and head above the surface, bent at the waist over the edge of the round platform. Rubbery hands took hold of her ass and pulled at her cheeks. "Holy shit," she breathed aloud as she braced herself. The hands pulled her cheeks apart, squeezing at her butt and kneading the flesh. A slick rod, she imagined it was a finger, ran up and down her seam in a repetitive motion that immediately made her nipples hard and her breath speed up. The finger stopped right on her clit and stayed in place, ever so slowly building in pressure until she was throbbing for him. Then his finger plunged her, and Lavender exclaimed a profanity that echoed off the walls of the small room. Since she was bracing herself in the water, she couldn't move her hands, and was entirely at his mercy. He pushed his finger all the way inside her until she felt a fist of rubber against her pussy pushing hard, so hard he moved her whole body forward. "Fuck," she breathed. From slow to fast, he went in a flash, finger fucking her rapidly, causing the water around her pussy to rock in small waves. His knuckles bumped into her on each impact, and she tingled. She managed a look over her shoulder at her mysterious lover. He wore a scuba mask. Of course he wore a mask. He'd been in every hole of her body and she had no idea who he was. He worked a second finger into her pulsing pussy and she didn't know who he was, and it made him seem even hotter. Lavender's pleasure rose and threatened to explode through her body. But just before she came, The Chameleon pulled his fingers from her and slipped back into the water. Lavender rose on her knees on the center platform and looked around, seeing his dark form circling the platform. She noticed something as he swam past her on his back under the water. There was a cut-away in the wetsuit, and his erect cock and his balls were free. The next time he swam by her, she reached down and brushed her fingers over him. He circled twice more, teasing him while he teased her. On his next circle, he stopped himself. He rose in a back float out of the water, his cock breaking the surface first. Lavender reached down and took hold of the bare cock. Using the water for lubrication, she began to jerk at him, fisting the tip of his cock roughly. He'd used her roughly the night before, she wanted a little bit of sensual revenge. He held onto the platform with one hand while she bent over and pulled at him over the edge of the platform. His cock was so hot and thick, even in the cool water. It filled her palm and fingers and she remembered it filling her in other ways. "How good are you in the water?" The Chameleon spoke quietly through his mask. "I'm epic in the water." "Come in here, then." She did, and he pinned her against the platform with his rubber-suited body for a moment, pressing his dick against her thighs. Lavender slipped around him so he was against the platform, and put her hands on his body. "Hold on to something." He held the railing, and she used her grip on his waist to lower herself under the water until her mouth found his hard cock in the water. She took him in, and tasted chlorine and the salt of his skin as she moved him in and out of her lips beneath the surface of the water. Needing air, she came up and held onto his shoulders to breathe. "You're a dirty mermaid," he said with ragged breath. She took a deep breath and submerged again, sucking him fast and using one hand to jerk his cock at the same time. It felt like a race, to get him to the edge before she ran out of air. Lavender came up again, and he used an arm to boost her up and take a hard suck of her nipple. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground herself into him for a moment before letting go and falling down his body again. She deep-throated him, letting his cock push against the back of her throat for a long moment, before letting him leave her lips and lowering her head to take each of his balls in her mouth and suck on them. Out of air, she had to rise up. "I need to fuck you," he managed. "My mouth," she answered with a nod, and submerged again. She got herself in place and held on to his hips. He began to thrust his dick in her mouth, taking her in the water. She swirled her tongue around his tip as best she could, and held on as long as she could before needing to breathe took priority. "Fuck," he said as soon as she'd come above water. "I need your pussy, Lavender. Give me your pussy. Or your ass. Give me something to fuck." The desperation in his voice charged her. "I need you." "You need to hold on," she ordered. He held to the side of the pool and she tied her thighs around him tightly, putting her hands on his slick shoulders. She lowered herself onto his cock, feeling the cool water swirl around their joined bodies. And then she rode him, as hard as she could make her body work against the water, the fat cock pushing in and pulling out of her while she splashed. He let one hand go of the railing he held and reached for one of her bouncing tits, pinching the nipple between his two wet fingers and pulling on it until she yelped. When he released the nipple, he squeezed the breast hard. He slid his hand over her chest to the other one and squeezed it just as hard. Then he returned to the first breast. She bounced herself on his cock under the water while he alternated squeezing tits, and the two of them both felt a rise in their body temperatures. The rubber hands of the suit gloves felt wild against her breasts, and Lavender couldn't stop watching him. He looked otherworldly. "On the platform," he managed. As she slid him from her, he boosted her up and onto the platform. He rose from the water, looking like a creature from a 60s B-Movie. His whole body was covered in slippery fabric, and he squeaked against her bare skin as he lay himself on her and pushed her thighs apart. She sat back and held herself up on her arms, able to watch their bodies beneath the shallow water. His cock went right into her pussy, no hesitation. "You like masks," she giggled a little. "I can't believe I still don't know who you are." "That's right," he answered. "Do you want to know?" "Of course I do." "Your wish.." Lavender's eyes widened as he pushed his cock far inside her and pulled off his scuba mask. Fair hair came out, rumpled from the gear. She gasped. Of all the people in all the world. "Hello Lavender.," "Mr. Rivers." Two blocks away from her school stood a high school, and the Vice Principal at that school was a stud. Her stud, it seemed. Her Chameleon was Michael Rivers, the administrator she'd seen in passing over the past year, but made note of. Michael Rivers' cock was in her pussy. How about that for a surprise? He looked down at her with a devil in his eyes. "I've wanted to fuck you since that day of orientation when you ran into me," he pulled his slick cock out of her just a little as he spoke, then slowly pushed it back inside her. As he talked, he continued fucking her with a painful slowness, his eyes grazing down her body to his movements. "I wanted to take you, your lips and your pussy and your ass and I wanted to come all over those tits and your ass and in your hair. And I didn't want to do it the traditional way, after awkward dinners and movie dates. You're too sexy of a woman for that. I wanted to come into your classroom on lunch break and push you down and shove my cock in your mouth. I wanted to hide under your desk and eat your pussy while you taught about Frankenstein. Lavender, you make me crazy." Lavender didn't know what to say. Everything was overwhelming. For a moment, Mr. Rivers looked afraid, like she'd run screaming from him now that he'd revealed himself and said those things to her. He slid himself out of her, but kept the tip of his dick resting against the lips of her pussy. It didn't matter who he was. She wanted him too bad for it to matter anymore. "Tell me more," she whimpered. "And don't you dare stop fucking me." Mr. Rivers' eyes shone. "You like it when I talk dirty?" "I like it when you do anything, I suppose." A big smile crossed his face, and he pushed himself into her with a hard thrust. Lavender moaned and closed her eyes, her body taking control of her. "Do you like to be fucked by me?" "Yes." He thrust hard again. "Do you like the taste of my cock?" "Yes." He thrust again. "Do you like to be a dirty girl?" "Yes." He thrust again. "Are you my dirty mermaid slut?" "Oh my Christ, yes." Mr. Rivers beamed broad, and pounded her then. He kept pounding at her pussy, making her whole body bounce against him, while he managed to ask, "Are you my dirty girl, and mine alone?" "Yes. Oh, fuck, yes." He reached forward and put a hand around her neck. Lavender was surprised at the gesture, but his grip wasn't hard and it didn't hurt. "Tomorrow is the black room. I'm going to tie you up and gag you and slap your ass until you cry for my cock. Is that alright with you?" She almost came right then and there, and he dragged a thumb down between her breasts. "Yes," she whispered. "Good. Now, come for me." Mr. Rivers, formerly The Chameleon, reared himself up and pounded her as hard as she'd ever been pounded. At the same time, he used both his index fingers to tease her yearning pussy. Her tits bounced wildly and the water splashed around them and over her body and he gave her tits a slap and Lavender realized she was going to have a screaming orgasm from being fucked by a scubaman in a pool inside a nightclub. What would her mother say? There wasn't time to think about it, her body bent as the eruption or orgasm wrecked her. Lavender's back arched, sending her tits high out of the water and into the air. The Chameleon reached down and pulled hard on one nipple while never ceasing his rubbing of her clit. Her head fell back and she screamed loud and lustily. She'd barely come down from the pinnacle of passion when he thrust hard into her and called out, then pulled himself quickly from her pussy and moved up to come all over her face, rubbing his dick along her lips to coat them with his hot liquid. Lavender met his eyes and licked some of it into her mouth, and he jerked suddenly and pushed his cock into her mouth before a second wave of salty cum burst from him. He took hold of her face, keeping himself deep in her throat, and she swallowed. She'd never swallowed cum before, and was pleased to find it didn't make her gag. When he pulled himself from her, she wiped her sticky lips. "You're full of surprises, Mr. Rivers." The only sound was the lapping of water as the waves calmed with the calming of their bodies. "Damn," he breathed. "You're incredible." They got out of the pool. Mr. Rivers unzipped his wetsuit and stepped out of it, and Lavender got to see him for the first time, his naked body and his face uncovered by a mask. He was a delicious piece of manmeat alright, and though he'd made her orgasm only minutes earlier, she began to think about feeling him against her. But she'd wait. She'd have more opportunities to taste him and to be filled by him. He handed her a towel, and got himself one. They dried themselves off, not talking. "So tomorrow is the black room," she spoke. She remembered what he'd said t her. "I should wear black, I presume." He shook his head. "I have something for you to wear. I'll bring it to you. What period do you have lunch?" "Second." "I'll come to your classroom." "Will you cum in my classroom?" She tied the towel around herself and looked up at him, a challenge in her eyes. Michael Rivers smiled down at her and put a hand behind her head, winding his fingers hard into her hair and pulling her face to his. "I will cum anywhere you want me." He kissed her, then, and bit her lip until it hurt. "Say the word." "Tomorrow night, black room, I want you to cum in my mouth. Completely. I want to almost choke on you." Her words surprised both of them. Lavender had come to realize vanilla sex would no longer be good enough for her. She wanted the exquisite pleasure that came with wild situations and almost painful encounters. She wanted to be pumped and pounded like no man before Rivers had done to her. "Your wish is my command." He kissed her fingers, and went past her out the door. At Prism, a hot naked man in only a towel wouldn't even cause the patrons to blink. Mr. Rivers, the vice principal. Lavender watched him go, feeling satisfied and surprised. This was a development she could totally deal with. She slipped back into her dress and left the Blue Room.