“Just breathe,” he whispers into my ear, and I suck in a breath.
“Why-what—” I stumble over my words, trying to form a complete sentence. He moves us, positioning himself in front of me with me facing his is back. All I can see is the elaborate-looking wallpaper and the end of a bar. “Why are we here?” I finally get out.
“Because I wanted you to experience something new,” he says, “but I also want you to know that we will not be having sex here. I just wanted you to experience what an aphrodisiac it can be to be in a place where sex is so freeing. This room is going to be tame compared to other rooms in this club. The further you get into it, the kinkier it can get.”
“And you’ve come here before?” I ask.
“Once, but don’t worry, they are very discrete. The clientele they cater to expects their privacy to be kept. A place like this wouldn’t be able to survive if they leaked who comes here,” he tells me and all I can think of is the nightmare a place like this would create for a PR company if one of their clients were linked to it. And here I am, the PR manager, and I’m at a freaking sex club with my boyfriend.
“Okay, I’m good now,” I tell him.
“We don’t have to stay long if you are uncomfortable,” he tells me, reassuring me.
“No, I can handle it,” I tell him. He leads me to a small booth, letting me slide in before he does the same. A cocktail waitress approaches and takes our order. An ice water for him, since he’s driving, and a large glass of wine for me. If I’m going to experience a sex club for the first time, I’m going to need a little liquid encouragement.
“The center stage is set up very much like a strip club, except here, the people on stage strip completely. Sometimes they’ll put on a show solo, and sometimes there’ll be multiple people. It is up to the performer if they want people to join them and what they’ll allow that person to do. If you look around the room, there are smaller alcoves. These are meant to be semi-private places for couples, or people meeting up here to mingle and do whatever it is they want to do. Some people like the thought that other people might be watching them. Then, the doors around the room lead into private rooms and into other parts of the club.”
I look around, taking in the room. It is quite large, and has probably twenty, maybe thirty people here.
“Is that who I think it is?” I ask Lucas, pointing toward a man I recognize. He’s currently got one younger-looking woman giving him a blowjob while he fondles another woman’s breasts, while she goes down on the other girl. It is all so overwhelming, but I also find myself turned on by everything that is going on in this room.
“If you think that it is the bigwig pastor that is always on TV, then you’d be correct. Like I said, discrete. Much like fight club, the first rule of sex clubs is you never speak of it outside of these walls. The members expect their patronage will never be revealed. Take that guy, as an example. If it got out that he was a frequent visitor, and I’m not saying he is, but think of what kind of headline that would be, not to mention what he’s probably got at stake that he could lose. Do you think his parishioners would be okay with the fact that he isn’t living the life he’s standing up there every Sunday morning preaching about? I’m also going to go out on a limb and guess neither one of those women are his wife.”
“Why do you like coming here?” I ask, curious why Lucas would enjoy a place like this.
“I’ve only ever been here once before, as a guest to someone else. It was something I wrote off as a try it once kind of thing, and never expected to come back. But, after our little talk back in Toronto, the idea came to me one day that maybe you should experience something like this and maybe it would help spark something that you hadn’t thought about trying. I just want to be clear that we don’t ever have to come back here if this place makes you uncomfortable.”
“It is interesting, that is for sure, but I don’t think that it’s for me,” I tell him honestly.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he says, leaning over and kissing me. “Now, let’s get out of here. I have a dress to strip you out of.”
He slides out of the booth and I quickly follow. I came, I saw, I don’t need a second visit.
Seventeen
Lucas
Watching Carmen experience the sex club was an experience all on its own. I knew it was going to press her comfort levels, but she handled it like a pro. While I know that it isn’t her kind of place to go back to after this visit, it was hot as fuck to see her experience it for the first time. The way she took in what was happening in different parts of the room was a turn on, in and of itself.
I pull into a parking spot and kill the engine. “Shall we?” I ask, squeezing our clasped hands quickly before we pull apart. She’s out of the car before I can make it around and open her door for her, something she knows I try and do whenever I can.
I follow her up to her place, more than ready to strip that dress from her creamy body. “Are you mad at me?” I ask once we’re inside.
“No, why would I be mad at you?” she asks, and I step into her personal space.
“Because I pushed you outside of your comfort zone,” I tell her honestly.
“I could have gotten up and walked out at any point. It isn’t like you were forcing me to be there. I chose to stay.”
Her hand drops to my belt and I stand still as she unbuckles it, then pops the button on my slacks and pulls down the zipper. She reaches inside my boxers, pulling out my hard cock.
She kicks off her heels and drops to her knees. I watch as her tongue swipes along those red stained lips I’ve been envisioning wrapped around my cock all night. Her tongue darts out, licking my tip as she collects the bead of pre-cum that leaks from my tip. Fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing.
I collect her hair, keeping it balled around my fist, so it stays out of her face, as she takes me into her mouth. My cock hits the back of her throat and I have to stop myself from thrusting my hips. Her mouth is almost as perfect feeling as her pussy is when it pulses around me.
My legs start to shake as she works my shaft with her mouth and fist that is wrapped around it. Her other hand tugs at my balls. I let the sensations take over as my body is filled to the brim with complete pleasure. I feel the tingle start at the base of my spine, moving until it is heavy in my balls. I’m so ready to blow at any moment. I’m coherent enough to give her a little courtesy tap as a warning that I’m about to come, and if she doesn’t want it down her throat, she needs to move and move now. Like many times before, she doesn’t take my warning, and I lose myself in her mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” I tell her, pulling her up once she’s released my cock. I’m spent, but more than ready to pleasure her. As much as I enjoy her blowing me, my true pleasure comes from making her come. Knowing that I can make her completely shut everything else in life out long enough to let go, even if it is only for a few minutes, it is the highest feeling in the world. “Your mouth is filthy, and I love it,” I tell her before I kiss her hard.
“I need you,” she pulls back to tell me.
I tug her dress up and run my hand across her pussy. I find the lace of her panties wet, so I slide them out of the way and sink two fingers inside. I drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs. She has to balance using my body to steady herself. Dropping right here in the middle of the room without any furniture next to us probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but I wasn’t really thinking about more than my face between her legs. Regretfully, I pull back from sucking on her clit and remove my fingers from her channel. I scoop her up in my arms, carrying her down the hall and into the bedroom where I can really make her come apart.