by Frankie Love
“I’m surprised. I thought you said you wanted me to take you on a real date. Dinner and a movie, remember?” I don’t know why I am pressing her like this, not just pulling her in my arms or bending her backward, thrusting my cock inside her pretty little cunt. I can’t help it, but I need a few more answers before I plunge myself deep inside her pussy.
“Oh, I still want that dinner and a movie. Reservations, even. But that isn’t all I want. I told you last night I wasn’t opposed to coming to one of these rooms if I was with the right man.”
“And what makes you think I’m the right man?” I ask her, stepping toward her, and sliding my hand around her thin waist. I know I’m pushing, requiring more of her than I require of any other woman. The goddamn truth.
But I can tell Jules isn’t like other women. I can ask her questions and she wants to answer me.
My hands can’t help but hold her body, pull her closer to me.
“You took my virginity, didn’t you?” She looks at me, with sincerity. I hate that I questioned her at all.
“I’m not looking for a relationship,” I whisper in her ear, protecting myself. What if she is the reason the photos were leaked? I don’t want to paint myself the fool.
She licks her lips, considering my words. She doesn’t look offended. “I didn’t say I was looking for a relationship either. I said I wanted a man, the right man, to take my virginity. And that was you. It’s not my problem that you’re also the right man to take me to a room at the Fuck Club.” She crosses her arms, and I love this look on her.
She came across so honest and real last night, and now she is showing me another side of herself. She’s not just a gorgeous woman, she also has spunk, humor, a fucking wild side.
“I just don’t want to overwhelm you,” I tell her as I nibble her earlobe. “This place isn't nicknamed the Fuck Club for nothing. Our rooms... they get hot. And you don’t have much experience.”
Her hands run over my chest, then her fingers slip through my belt loops, and she smirks. “No offense, I know you work here and all, but it doesn’t look all that special in here. A velvet couch, a whip, handcuffs... but that isn’t anything extraordinary.”
I raise an eyebrow, take her hands from my body, and walk to a switch mounted on the wall. My hand hovers over it. “You think you can handle it? Because, sweetheart, the heat is going to come and I want to make sure you are ready.”
She lifts the hem of her sheer dress, pulling it over her head and dropping it on the floor. She stands before me in a leather corset and thigh highs, garter belt, and four inch stilettos. “I may have just lost my virginity, but I never said I didn’t have kinky fantasies.”
I press the switch with my palm, and the two-way mirrors expose what is happening in the rooms around us. Above us and on either side.
The couples in these rooms aren’t all celebrities. Some are employees. But all have requested rooms tonight that will allow other couples to watch if they wish. I chose this room for a very specific reason. I want to see how dirty Jules might want to get.
Because I may lead a life on the down-low, but I also love to get down and dirty when I fuck.
Last night I showed her my softer side, the side that knows how to make love to a woman.
Tonight? Tonight I want to make her come until she forgets to breathe. I want to make her gasp as I pound her perfect pussy. I want to lick her cunt until she gushes all over me.
I said I don’t want a relationship.
But if I found a woman who can fuck like a porn star and then smile like the girl next door? That is the woman for me.
Jules’ eyes go wide, and I take her hand and point up to the ceiling.
Above us two men fuck a brunette, she’s on all fours, getting fucked in the ass, her mouth wrapped around the cock of the man kneeling before her. My cock twitches, hard as hell. I watch as Jules’ perfect mouth falls into an O. I want it to stay that way, I want her mouth to circle my cock too.
“Oh, God,” she manages, watching as the men pound the woman senseless. You can tell the woman above us is loving it. She pulls the man's cock from her mouth, and the man behind her pulls out and he begins stroking his raging hard-on as the cock in front of her shoots ribbons of creamy come all over her face.
“Can we hear them too?” Jules asks, her eyes fixated on the threesome.
I grin, loving that she wants to hear the sounds. I press another button, happy this ménage wants us to hear them too.
The man’s grunts fill the room. The woman’s voice surrounding us. “Come all over me, baby,” she begs. “I want you to come on my titties, please!”
The man obliges, showering her with more, and the man who fucked her from behind walks in front of her too, and then she is showered with come, she parts her legs, and her hand starts working her cunt over. From this view we watch her legs spread, her hand moving over her slit, the come from her pussy dripping onto the glass floor.
“You like that?” I ask Jules, knowing she hasn’t even set her gaze on the three rooms surrounding us. If she liked the room above, I can’t wait to see her reaction to the others.
“I’ve never... it’s like... porn but better.” Jules shakes her head, captivated by what is above her. “You like watching them?” she asks.
I growl, unzipping my jeans. My cock straining and needing to be released.
“I fucking love watching you get turned on by what you see.” I step toward her, brushing the hair from her face, wanting to see her in her little outfit closer up. Her tits are huge, bigger than I remembered from last night. The corset squeezes them up, and God I want to lick her nipples, run my cock over them, titty-fuck her nice and good.
“It makes me really hot,” she tells me. “My pussy, it’s so...” She shakes her head as if she doesn’t know how to explain it.
I slip my hand into her tiny panties and feel the heat. “You are so wet and ready.” My fingers stroke her as she sucks in a breath of air, and I press my hand to her cheek and turn her head to the side. “You like what you see in that room?” I ask her.
The room to our right shows two women grinding against one another. I recognize one woman as a star in a recent indie film. The other woman is a morning talk show host. One is on her back on a massive circle bed, the other one is over her, and they are 69ing. Licking one another’s pussies like it’s their last goddamn meal.
Jules sucks in her breath and I touch her pussy, faster this time. My fingers roll over her little cunt, and I am already imagining her on her back.
I use my hand to tilt her head in front of us, where a group of six fuck in every way imaginable. There are two women and four men. The women are riding the men, their tits bouncing, groaning in pleasure.
One of the men has his cock down one woman’s throat, and his hands are in her hair, moving her head faster and faster as she sucks him off, while at the same time a cock is buried deep in her pussy.
The other two men watch in pleasure, jerking off as they watch the fucking in front of them. Before they come though, they walk over to the women, grabbing their asses and pulling them from the men they are riding. They jerk off on the women’s asses and then plunge themselves deep in their assholes. The women moan in pleasure as they begin kissing one another.
It’s one of the hottest orgies I’ve ever seen, all six of the participants releasing everything they’ve held back.
I’m ready to release a thing or two myself. And Jules must realize how hard I am because she pulls down my boxers and wraps her hand around my thickness.
“They can’t see us?” she asks.
I shake my head, “Not unless we gave our permission. And tonight we’re not giving permission to do anything besides one another.”
I move her face so she sees the room to her left.
This room has a different kink going on. A woman is dressed up in a baby doll dress, and she’s sucking on a bottle. The naked man standing before her watches while stroking himself as she mounts a stuffed pony
and starts riding it. “You like it when I ride my pony, Daddy?” she asks.
“I want to see your pussy, be a good little girl and take off your panties,” the man says coarsely.
At that, I see Jules’s eyes get wide. “That’s not my thing,” she tells me.
“That’s fine.” I press a button and turn off the mirror to that room. “Which one do you like the most?”
I watch as Jules looks between the other three rooms. She shakes her head biting her bottom lip. “It’s hard to choose. They all... They all turn me on.”
“In that case, let’s fuck while watching them all.”
She must like that idea because she pulls my hand from her pussy, and laces her fingers through it.
“Fuck me on this bed,” she tells me. “But not like last night. Fuck me rough. Make me scream. Make me scream your name, Callahan.”
It’s like an animal inside her has been unleashed by being in this room. By seeing the other unbridled fucking around us. Because she lays on the velvet covered bed, her legs spread wide, and she pulls the tiny piece of fabric of her panties aside and starts rubbing her clit—hard.
“This is where I want you to fuck me, Callahan. Right here in my pussy. See how wet I am?”
I groan, so fucking ready for her. Her willingness to watch, to fantasize right alongside me… it’s more than I can goddamn take. She may have been a virgin when we met, but I can tell that deep down she wants to explore her sexuality. As she touches herself, her back arches, she bites her bottom lip, and she moves her finger in tighter circles as she looks at the fucking above us.
The ménage has gotten kinkier. The woman is handcuffed, her legs spread wide, she is fucked in the mouth and in her cunt. Jules watches with her own pleasure seeping from her pussy. Watching her get off is a treat I am not going to forget. And a treat I want to enjoy for myself, too.
I need that pussy, and I need it now.
I don’t hesitate. My hard cock is more than ready for her juicy cunt. I thrust myself inside of her, pulling down her corset as I do, wanting to see her big bouncing tits. She wraps her legs around me, moaning as I go deep inside her, unrestrained. “You ready for this? You ready for me to pound your perfect little pussy?” I ask.
She groans in pleasure, begging me to go faster and faster as her release coats her thighs, and my cock rails into her.
I can’t see the rooms around us, or above us, right now I only have eyes for her. The way her eyelids close as she rides an orgasm, her body shaking as I fuck her.
I come once, then flip her around and thrust my cock back inside her. She begs for more and I’ll give my girl what she wants.
“Don’t stop, Cal,” she moans, as my hands hold her round ass. Damn, she is beautiful, and I move to hold her breasts with both hands as I move deep inside her. Her body melds to mine, our bodies becoming one.
We may have just met, but we are giving one another everything as if we are physically unable to hold anything back. I want her and she wants me and together we come.
As an orgasm washes over her, she screams my name louder, asking for more and more and more.
I give her all I have to give. Her body shakes with pleasure, and I can’t help myself. I need to taste her creamy cunt, kiss her, lick her. So, I use a tissue, wiping the come from her, and I tell her lie back, as I begin to kiss her from head to toe.
Starting with her feet, her legs, her thighs. I leave a trail of kisses on her creamy skin, parting her legs and letting my tongue lick her slit up and down, her clit still throbbing—and I want it to throb some more. I want to taste her luscious release, and when she wraps her legs around me, not wanting me to move my mouth, I give her what we both want.
I lick her pussy, then spread her wide, my mouth suctioning around her delicious cunt as I flick my tongue repeatedly over her, memorizing her folds, learning how she likes to be touched. She likes it when I move my tongue hard over her hood, while I grab and gently squeeze her huge tits, her nipples hard and her body piqued to perfection.
I move my tongue in circles as if licking all the way around an ice cream cone. She melts beneath me, and it makes me want to do this forever. Her beautiful body tightens around me, and I can tell my girl is about to come. I wrap my hands under her legs and pull her onto my tongue as I lick faster and suck harder, tongue- fucking her until her body is a shaking, sweaty mess. My cock wants more. And she must want more too.
She gets down on her knees and starts sucking me, it’s as if her mouth is magnetized to my cock. Damn this baby wants it, and she wants it badly. Her mouth wraps around me like she’s a fucking pro, which I know she isn’t. She’s new to this, but her body, it’s responding in the most animalistic way. Deep inside she knows how to fuck, she was made to fuck me. And I can’t help but feel my chest expand as I accept all she has to give.
“I love it when you come in me,” she says, pulling my cock from her mouth, “But I want you to come all over me. Please,” she begs, as ribbons of my creamy come coat her tits. I run my hands over her nipples, her tongue finding the tip of my cock again, wanting to taste every last drop of me.
Our bodies tremble at what we just shared, my hands run over her bare skin, the corset and the garter belt and thigh highs long discarded. She wears nothing and standing before me with her sex-dazed eyes, she looks like a queen. Both of us naked and raw, and it’s like a light bulb has gone off inside of her, she’s electric. Lit up in ways she’s only dreamt about.
I love watching this transformation and all it took was one night in one of my rooms at the Fuck Club.
She may think this place is for social climbers, but she’s just learned that this place is so much more.
This is a place where our deepest fantasies and darkest desires can be unleashed.
A place where our bodies can become unhinged and our minds can be free.
6
After cleaning up in a handy en-suite bathroom... with Callahan to boot... I return to the club. (And let’s just say when he worked my body over in that shower, on his knees, finger fucking my pussy while water poured over my body—I have never felt as divinely beautiful as I did right then.)
I run my fingers through my hair, sure I look like I’ve just been fucked several times over. But as I look around the hazy club, where half-dressed women dance around poles and men touch their partners without inhibition on the dance floor—getting themselves ready for what comes next in a private room, I realize then that everyone here looks like walking sex.
“Where have you been?” Gretchen asks, offering me a glass of champagne as I sit down on the couch with her and Danny.
“Just... around.”
Gretchen snorts as Danny stands. “I’ve gotta call it a night, ladies. Glad you’re finding your way in this city, especially you Gretch.” He shakes his head as he adjusts his suit coat. “Have to say I’m impressed. You got yourself a front-page article before you got a single photoshoot in a magazine.”
We kiss him on the cheek, smiling at our agent who has been looking out for us since we signed with him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Danny,” I remind him. “We have an appointment at eleven, remember?”
He nods. “My secretary takes care of all that, but if you say so, I’m sure you’re right. See you then, doll.”
After he’s gone, I cover a yawn, poorly. “Where is Collette?”
“She left for a room with some musician.”
“Who?”
“Justin Bieber, maybe?”
I slap her playfully. “No way.”
She shrugs, “Maybe it wasn’t him, but he had that same vibe.” She squints, assessing me. “My question is... where did you go?”
Still giddy from the thrill of the night, I lean in and whisper. “A room with Cal. Are all the rooms so...?”
“So fucking hot? I don’t know. Last night Sawyer had me in a harness, swinging from the ceiling as he rode me. I thought those things were just in pornos. But apparently, they are also in the Hol
lywood Hills.”
“My room was pretty nondescript, No fancy toys, I mean.”
She scrunches up her face. “What made it Fuck Club worthy then?”
I feel the heat rise to my cheeks and I explain the two-way mirrors. I stop a few times asking if I’m giving her too many details, but she loves it and asks for more. When I finish, Gretchen’s eyes are wide, impressed. “That’s pretty fucking hot. I mean... did any part of you want to join in the orgies?”
I shake my head. “No, I mean, it was exciting to watch but I was just overwhelmed at being there with Cal. His body...” I laugh softly. “He’s insane in the best possible way.”
“Who is he?”
“The bartender.” I jut my chin to the side. “See him over there.”
Gretchen whistles. “He’s hot as fuck, but I have to ask, why not someone famous?”
Just as I’m about to shrug, a woman steps in front of us. I’m struck simultaneously by her beauty, and by the rage on her face as she lifts a perfectly manicured finger and jams it in our faces.
“Which one of you vapid-ass bitches fucked my boyfriend?”
Her words come out laced with so much venom that at first, I don’t know what to say, but then I manage to shake my head, noticing that Gretchen is silent, her head hanging low. “Look, lady,” I say, “we don’t know your boyfriend.”
For a moment fear clutches at my heart out of nowhere. Cal—was it too good to be true?
Is he cheating on this intense, frightening, beautiful woman—with me?
But then Gretchen finally lifts her head and speaks up. “Hey, Sondra,” she says. “It’s Sondra, right? Sawyer’s girlfriend?”
“We don’t know your boyfr…” I start again, but Gretchen rests her arm on mine, stopping me.
“You are Sondra, aren’t you?” she asks. “Sawyer’s girlfriend?”
With a hand on her hip, she wags a finger at Gretchen. “Damn right I am. And I don’t need you ruining everything I’ve built—”
Gretchen isn’t having any of it. “Look, I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t know Sawyer and you were a thing and it's not my job to know. He’s the one who invited me upstairs. He’s the one who fucked me all night. So, don’t get mad at me. Get mad at him.”
