Idol Urges

by Ruby Bassett

  “I won’t get in the way.” His mouth moved close to hers. His breath tickled her chin and she almost slipped into a kiss.

  She pushed his chest and took a step back.

  “No, but…I’m attracted to you, but I’ll only end up hurting you.”

  “Yeah, you might have already done that,” Franco murmured.

  He stared past her and stalked to the door. With careful control, he locked the restaurant. They settled back into the car. Franco slammed the door with all the strength his arms possessed. Without a word, he drove back toward her home. His stony jaw locked in place rendered him unrecognizable from his usual expression of a bright smile and eyes shining with ambition and zest.

  “When I graduate from school, my future will be more secure,” she said as they turned onto her street. “If some wonderful woman hasn’t snatched you up before then, I’ll call you.”

  No emotion played on his face. “Don’t count on it.”

  “I know, Franco.” She kissed him on his cold cheek and left.

  Chapter Seven

  “What’s got you in such a funk?” Gloria asked as she sat down at a table in the campus coffee shop.

  Wendy thumped her bag down and collapsed into the chair opposite her.

  “Nothing, everything’s great.” The lifeless tone in her voice betrayed her.

  “I saw you got your make-up test back.”

  “Yeah, I got a ninety-seven.”

  “Hey, I know good grades are par for the course for you, but I still think you should be a bit more excited.”

  “I think I’ve got to go back to the club tonight. That lecture on organic compound confused me.”

  Gloria drew her brows together. “I’m all for going to the club tonight. But what does that have to do with the Chem lecture?”

  “You’re going to think I’m crazy.”

  “I already do.”

  “You know that tiki idol?” Wendy leaned in close and lowered her voice.

  “Sure. It gave me such a jolt when I held on to it. Man, I was wild that night. If you weren’t in that private room with Nick, you would have seen me behind that window, with a whole bunch of other people.” Gloria shook her head. “It was a blast, but not sure I can keep that up night after night. I’ll just borrow that tiki once in a while.”

  “So you think it has powers too?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe, maybe not. Maybe it’s all what you believe it will do, you know, like the placebo effect.”

  Wendy nodded. “Every time I have sex after touching that idol, I think more clearly. My mind is refreshed. The only reason I did well on that make-up test is because I was at the club the night before. And remember how smoothly that lab went? It was right after I…after we were at Dr. Romero’s office.”

  “Yeah, I did walk away from that lab with all my fingers.” Gloria’s face had a faraway expression as she puzzled out what Wendy said.

  “See what I mean?”

  “Huh? Oh, I was just thinking about Dr. Romero. It’s a shame he doesn’t come around the club much anymore.”

  “Gloria, the idol. The sex. I need it to concentrate.”

  “I don’t buy that. You’re too smart to need a magic idol to learn.” Gloria waved her arm.

  “Then how do you explain it?” Wendy sat back and crossed her arms.

  “I don’t. I think there’s a part of you that would go to that club and go wild even without that tiki. And your past grades prove that you’re bright enough to do well without anything or anyone helping you.”

  Wendy shook her head. “I don’t care. I’m going back this week before the next homework problem set it due.”

  “Suit yourself.” Gloria sipped her coffee and stared at Wendy over the lid.

  “What?” Wendy narrowed her eyes at her friend.

  “Nothing. Have you seen Franco lately?”

  “I went with him on Saturday to see his new restaurant. I told him once and for all I don’t want a relationship. I don’t have time for one. Besides, Franco doesn’t belong with me. I’m the type of person who goes to sex clubs. He’s too good a guy for that.”

  “What are you trying to say?” Gloria leaned forward to challenge Wendy.

  “It’s nothing personal. I just…I think he’s too traditional.”

  “That’s what I would have said about you a few weeks ago.”

  “It’s that idol.”

  If she could visit the club whenever she wanted, she would be able to let off some steam. Nick was amazing and, hopefully, she would find him there again. When Gloria had driven her home from the club, she made plans. She had fantasies. Things she had dreamed of doing but could never ask a boyfriend to do. A boyfriend in a committed relationship would never, should never, agree to partake in what Wendy imagined. A guy like Franco wouldn’t understand. With Franco, she’d have an emotional investment. That was too dangerous. But at the club, with the idol’s help, she could live out these fantasies.

  “I said, I forgive you,” Gloria interrupted her thoughts. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it. You’re in a transition phase. You’ll figure it all out.”

  “Sorry, my mind was elsewhere.”

  “Yeah, I know. And you’ll probably head to the club to try to clear it.”

  ****

  Wendy thunked her head onto the desk in her room. She needed the club. Without it, all her pent-up desires clogged her brain.

  She called a cab and tore through her closet for something to wear.

  Nick had said he would be there tonight and she wanted to get there before he got snatched up by someone else. She had a plan to satisfy her cravings. He had said he would try whatever she wanted. As long as she could grab the tiki in one hand, at least to get her started, she knew she could follow through and act on her secret wishes.

  Rifling through her underwear draw, she searched for something presentable. Something sexy.

  “Mom! Where’s the clean laundry?”

  “Sorry, honey. I didn’t get a chance to sort it. It’s in a basket by the kitchen.”

  “It’s okay, Mom. You’re busy, too.”

  Wendy would never lose focus. Once she finished school, she could support her mother the way she deserved. That’s why she needed the club and not Franco. Franco would distract her, with his family and his restaurant plans. Nick, and the others at the club, they would only help her clear her mind so she could concentrate on school.

  She dumped the laundry basket onto her bed and found her purple bra and matching panties. Good enough, they weren’t going to stay on long anyway.

  Now she just needed to put her things in a small purse. Cell phone, keys, wallet and the tiki.

  “Wendy, did you call a cab? There’s one outside.” Her mom shouted through the door.

  “Yeah I’ll be right there.” She grabbed her evening bag and checked her makeup in the mirror.

  “Going out again? I’m glad for you. I hope it’s that Franco boy. It would be nice to have a man that cooks,” Samantha said when Wendy stepped out of her bedroom.

  Wendy rolled her eyes. “Okay, Mom, thanks. Oh sorry, I left the laundry piled on my bed. I’ll take care of it when I get back.”

  “No worries honey, go enjoy yourself.”

  Wendy’s nervous anticipation grew tenfold on the short cab ride to the club. Would she be able to ask for what she wanted? Would the tiki work this time? Would she find Nick willing? Who was she kidding? She saw the people in that club. Someone was going to help her tonight. She strategized to use the tiki at the last minute in case the magic wore out.

  She paid the cab and approached the door. Knocking out what she hoped was the correct rhythm, she squared her shoulders.

  “Hello, Wendy. So good to see you back.” Jack, the huge doorman, said.

  “Thanks, Jack,” Wendy forced a confident tone into her words.

  Down the stairs and through the door, she made a beeline to the bar.

  “A fizzy punch, please,” she asked Jim.

>   He nodded and fixed her drink. She assessed the room. Her eyes fell on Nick.

  He sat at a table with a few other men and women. They chatted and touched each other. Gentle caresses and lightly placed hands, they stayed physically connected.

  When he spotted her, Nick excused himself from the group and joined her at the bar.

  “You’re back again.” He reached out and grazed her arm. Heat remained on her skin after he pulled his hand away.

  “I have some ideas…” she stammered.

  “Tell them to me.” He leaned close. The heat from his skin told her she couldn’t say anything wrong.

  “Let-let me show you,” she said.

  “Fine by me.” He took her hand to lead her to the back.

  “Wait,” she said. “We’ll need others.” She searched his face for his reaction.

  “Even better.” He lowered his eyelids and grinned.

  “Another guy and I guess a woman.” She rasped.

  He nodded. “I know just the people. Wait right here.” He ambled back to the table he had left.

  Wendy’s heart smashed against her ribs. Was she really going through with this? If she ever needed the tiki, it was now. She opened her purse and reached in. Groping around, she found her keys, her wallet, her phone.

  No idol.

  She peered inside. Frantically, she spilled the contents onto the bar. Her keys and loose change clattered against the top. It wasn’t there.

  She combed her memory for where it had been. She’d put it in her purse after she went through the laundry. It must have fallen out when she paid the taxi.

  Her eyes went wide with panic as Nick approached her with a well-built, tall man and a short but voluptuous woman.

  “This is Steve and Lana. Guys, this is Wendy. It’s only her second night here, but I think she’s got some great ideas.” Nick eyed her belongings on the bar. “Something wrong?”

  “Oh, just my uh, lucky charm. I can’t find it,” she said.

  “Wendy, I don’t know how much more lucky you could get.” He laughed and she forced a chuckle to join him.

  She kept her head down as he led her and the group toward the back. How was she going to direct them to do what she had in mind if she couldn’t even look them in the eye?

  They arrived in a similar room to the one she had been in the last time. The bed loomed in front of her. The mirror reflected the group. Wendy’s breath grew short at being surrounded by images and bodies.

  “Wendy, I’m so glad you showed up and asked Nick to include me,” Lana said. “I’ve wanted to get Nick and Steve naked at the same time for months.” She reached her arms around Steve’s neck and they kissed.

  Steve was already working to strip Lana of her clothes as she gyrated against him. Watching them enjoy each other’s bodies helped Wendy to relax. But she still could not find her voice. She stood rooted to the spot.

  “Come on, Wendy,” Nick whispered in her ear. “Let us know what you want.” He caressed her arm up to her neck and wove his fingers into her hair. She let her head fall back and he ran his tongue along her collar bone.

  “I want you to take me while I…while I…” Her breath was short from excitement and fear.

  Nick pulled away and stared into her eyes. “Where will Steve be?” he asked.

  Wendy faced flushed, but she held his gaze. “In my mouth.”

  Nick’s mouth spread into a grin. “You heard her, Steve.”

  Wendy allowed a naked Lana to undress her, while Steve and Nick undressed themselves.

  “Wendy, I’m going to love watching Steve and Nick. But please tell me I don’t only have to watch.”

  “I thought…I thought you could lay under me and…”

  Lana’s eyes lit up. “Ooh yeah. I got it now.”

  Wendy climbed on the bed and crawled to the edge, sinking into the overly stuffed mattress. Nick knelt on the bed behind her and caressed her bottom. Dipping his hand underneath, he feathered her pussy, building tension between her legs. Steve stood at the bedside in front of her and raked her hair with his fingers. Although still penned in by the bodies, Wendy’s skin prickled with anticipation.

  Steve guided his rigid cock to her mouth. He played with her lips, teasing the tip of her tongue. Nick massaged her ass, while Lana’s breath puffed against her sex.

  Her breath relaxed and her muscles eased. She closed her eyes to allow her body to take over. Yes, she had dreamed of this, wanted to experience two men at once. Two men pleasuring her and taking pleasure. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lana put a condom on Nick.

  She moved her knees apart and opened her mouth—ready.

  Steve’s cock was hard and jutted toward her. She lifted her face and engulfed him. He tasted salty and warm as he slid slowly in and out. He held her head and mussed her hair

  The bed gave way under Nick as he approached her. With his fingers he parted her slick folds. When Nick’s thick shaft entered her, she gasped and bit down gently.

  “Yeah,” Steve breathed out.

  Lana settled herself under Wendy. She used some pillows to prop herself up and place her face underneath Wendy’s hips. Lana’s mouth made quick work of finding her clit. Her soft lips gave tender but satisfying pulls. Lana’s tongue skimmed over Wendy’s delicate skin sending currents of need through her.

  “Lana, that looks so good,” Steve said. “I can see you sucking her. Nick, you must feel it, too.”

  Nick only grunted as Lana reached up to grab his balls. Nick’s face, reflected in the mirror, grimaced as he strained to control himself.

  Steve bent forward and inserted his fingers into Lana’s glistening pussy. “How’s this?” he asked, his thumb working her clit.

  Lana gripped the sheets, nearly tearing them off, as she rocked her hips against his hand. Her moan muffled against Wendy’s supple folds.

  Wendy closed her eyes and gave over to the sensations. A hard cock in her mouth glided over her tongue and past her teeth. A huge cock in her sex slowly stroked her channel. A firm set of moist lips pulled at her clit.

  This released her from her fantasies. Her fantasies demanded her attention and kept her from her goals. She didn’t have to be beholden to her desire, she could act on them. She was free to get pleasure how she wanted.

  The pace quickened and Steve thrust his hips brushing his coarse hair across her face. He came first, shooting hot cum down her throat, vibrating in her mouth. He cried out and staggered back, leaving her mouth with a pop as she sucked the last bit from him.

  He dropped to his knees to give his full attention to Lana’s pussy. He glanced sideways to make sure Wendy watched as he licked along Lana’s swollen flesh. Lana had never stopped licking and sucking. Her tongue laved back and forth and encircled Wendy’s clit, mimicking what Steve did to Lana. When Lana’s teeth scraped against her labia, Wendy’s closed her eyes and lost any clear thought.

  At the first clenching of her channel, with the throbbing between her legs growing, Wendy’s thoughtful mind went blank. She floated somewhere else. Her body pulsed with energy.

  Her head dipped to the bed, arching her back for Nick to drive further into her. His frenzied thumping against her ass blasted apart her control. She let loose a primal moan and her body shuddered. Lana, her mouth doused with Wendy’s juices, stopped to allow Nick to finish. The waves of Wendy’s orgasm continued to contract around him as Nick pounded her from behind. The veins on his neck chorded as he threw his head back. They crumpled onto the bed panting.

  A word of thanks played at the tip of Wendy’s tongue. But it wasn’t necessary here. Here, pleasure and passion was shared without responsibility.

  She attempted to make eye contact as they dressed. The others merely went about the business of sorting through the pile of clothing. Another night, these three people would be with others.

  This is what she had searched for. She could have her pleasure, act out her fantasies and be focused for school. What more could she want? Then why didn’t she f
eel particularly lucky?

  Chapter Eight

  “What the heck are you doing?” Gloria peeked over Wendy’s shoulder at the page spread before her on the table in the library study room.

  “It’s my schedule,” Wendy explained. “See, on Mondays, I can go to the club at seven o’clock, and still make it home for two hours of studying. That won’t work on Tuesdays and Thursdays because of my late classes. But it will on Fridays. I’ll just have to make sure that I don’t sign up for any tough classes on a Wednesday or Friday. Saturday would be good.” She paused and took a breath. “I’ll just have to wait until the course catalogue comes out. I could tell the resort that I can’t pull any more double shifts on Wednesday. That means, of course, that I can take that calculus class on a Thursday. It’s probably going to be a killer one. By the way, what are you doing tonight? Wanna go tonight?”

  Gloria gawked at Wendy. “I’ve known you to be wound up tight, but this is overboard. Even for you. Are you really going to plan your classes based around when you can go to the club?”

  “I’m simply trying to maximize the effect. It’s been weeks now, and I’ve been sailing through Chemistry. Not to mention my other classes. I’ve never gotten such good grades with so little effort. How early does the club open? Because I could probably get off work early one day a week.” Wendy held her color-coded highlighters poised above her schedule.

  “Stop it.” Gloria snatched away the highlighters. “I’ve told you, you’re doing well in school because you’re the smartest person I know. And you work hard. I’ve seen you study. You told me that you lost that idol a long time ago, right? So it can’t be the idol’s effect. Why can’t you accept that you’re doing it all on your own?”

  “Gloria, you don’t understand.” Wendy stood and neatly folded the paper. “I don’t need the idol anymore for courage to go to the club. But I need sex!”

  “Shhh. Lower your voice. We are in a library.” Gloria tried to keep pace with Wendy as she trotted out of the study area.