by L. P. Dover
The scent of his expensive cologne wafts in the air and I breathe him in. He smells so damn good. Kneeling down between his legs, I try to remember everything from the porno videos I watched the night before. Never in my life would I have considered watching a porno, but I needed the help. I’ve watched videos on how to jack a guy off, massage his balls, and how to suck it just right. I’m not like everyone else I know who’ve had multiple partners and know what they’re doing.
For a tiny moment, I can’t help but stare at the man’s body. His dick is so large and hard, it’s intimidating. I’m so afraid I’ll gag if I take him too far down my throat. Taking a deep breath, I wrap my lips around the tip and slowly take him into my mouth. He tastes salty and I swallow it down. When I hear the man’s groans of satisfaction, I suck him harder, wrapping my hands around the base of his cock so I can pump him.
The second I start massaging his balls, that’s when I hear him say, “Fuck yes,” in a voice so deep and sexy, I want to hear more of it. The sound sends shivers down my arm, but then, I realize, he’s just broken one of the rules.
He moans even more and I’m hoping it means I’m doing something right. He fists his hands in my hair and it’s my turn to gasp. Just the thought of pleasing him turns me on. I’ve never had much confidence when it came to men, but right now, it feels like I can do anything. It’s nice being desired, even if he doesn’t know who I am.
Closing my eyes, I take him down farther, squeezing my mouth against him as hard as I can. My cheek muscles burn, but I can’t stop. The insides of my legs are drenched and I’m aching to feel a release. I never would’ve thought I’d be turned on by sucking a man’s dick. It makes me want so much more.
The faster I pump and suck him, the louder his moans grow. His cock hardens even more and I can feel it pulsating against my lips. “I’m going to come,” he says with a groan. “You might want to move away.”
My eyes snap open and I pull away, his hands sliding through my hair as the warm, milky liquid of his release shoots out of his cock. It gets all over the back of my hand and I don’t know what to do with it so I wipe it on his leg. Maybe it was a good idea to pull away instead of swallowing it all. I probably would’ve choked with how much came out.
“You’re not supposed to talk,” I whisper low.
He chuckles. “Just trying to be considerate. Most women don’t like to swallow.”
Rising to my feet, I step back toward the door. “Thanks. I hope you enjoyed it.”
“You were amazing,” he murmurs huskily. “Maybe one day you’ll let me return the favor.” It’s strange talking to a man who’s behind a curtain. A part of me just wants to tear it back and see who he is, but then again, not knowing is very intriguing.
I stop at the door, wishing he could help ease the ache between my legs. “We’ll see.”
A deep chuckle escapes his lips again, almost like he knows it’ll happen one way or another. I quickly open the door and shut it behind me. Jared is waiting for me with a smile on his face. “How’d it go?”
Heat rises to my cheeks. “Good,” is all I can say.
He hands me a long, black box and steps back. “Welcome to Society X, Alexandria.”
A part of me wants to come back so bad I can taste it, but the other part, can’t help but feel like it’s wrong to want such carnal pleasures. Especially, with men I have no connection with. I open the box and inside there’s an exquisite silver necklace with a diamond encrusted charm in the shape of an X.
“The next time you come, make sure you wear that around your neck,” Jared instructs.
I stare at the necklace and then close the box. “Thank you. It’s very beautiful.”
“Shall I put you on the schedule again? Maybe even try a different room?”
My cheeks burn when I meet his gaze. “Not yet. I need to process this all first.”
He nods and guides me to the back door. “I understand. Whenever you’re ready, just give me a call. I already emailed a survey to you about your partner. All I need you to do is fill it out as soon as you can.”
The door opens and I step out into the cool, night air. “And he gets to do the same?” I ask, peering at him over my shoulder.
Jared grins. “He does. And if you ever want the same partner again, we can make it happen.”
“Thanks. I’ll be in touch.” Turning my back, I walk to my car with a smile on my face. Once inside, I pull out my phone and bring up my email. The survey is there and I fill it out, giving my partner an excellent review. All I have to do now is wait to see what he says about me.
The next morning, I get up and prepare for work. My Society X necklace is secure around my neck, hidden beneath my shirt. It feels sexy and sinful having it on, hiding it so no one can see. I open my front door and stop when my phone beeps with an incoming email. Holding my breath, I freeze where I stand. I glance down at the screen and it’s from Society X with the results of my rating.
My heart pounds in my chest. I’m nervous and excited, but also terrified. What if the man ends up giving me a bad rating? If so, I know I’ll never show my face around the club again. Impatience overtakes me and I open the email, not caring that my door is wide open behind me. I can’t wait another second longer.
The email is splayed on my screen but I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I don’t even know why I care so much. Opening my eyes, I stare down at my results. Excitement bubbles in my chest and I burst out laughing. The man gave me all good ratings, and even put yes as the answer to the question on if he wants to be with me again. My neighbor stops at the end of his driveway and stares at me as he’s picking up the newspaper.
I lock my door and wave. “Good morning, Mr. Santiago.”
Dressed in a pair of striped pajama pants with his gray hair in disarray, he waves back. Mr. Santiago is a nice man with an even nicer wife. Every time she makes cinnamon raisin bread, she always brings me a loaf. “Morning, Alexandria. You’re awfully happy this morning.”
I hurry to my car and throw my purse inside. “It’s going to be a good day. Tell Mrs. Santiago I said hi.”
“I will.”
Getting in my car, I wave at him again and hurry to work. Sandy is there, preparing three whole trays of her buttermilk biscuits when I walk in the door. “Good morning, Alex. Did you have a good night?” she inquires.
Cheeks burning, I put on my apron and smile. “Yes, I did. You?”
She cuts the last of her dough and places the round pieces on the tray. “I did. The hubby and I went over to our daughter’s house to eat dinner. I love seeing my grandbabies.”
“And I bet they love seeing their nana.” I walk over and start putting the trays of biscuits into the ovens. “What are we doing today?” There’s always some kind of event we have to cater for, even if it’s a large corporate event or a small meal for the local doctor’s offices.
Sandy washes her hands, sighing. “The dentist office down the street called as soon as I came in, asking if we could make a huge breakfast for their employees. I figured we could get it done fast. We have an hour and a half before we have to deliver it.”
Glancing at the clock, I smile. “We’ll get it done.” Breakfast is easy to make, especially, with four of us putting it together. Dani walks in and Adrienne follows behind her.
Sandy’s gaze narrows at me. “You’re chipper this morning. Dating someone?”
I burst out laughing. “Not exactly. Let’s just say I had a good night.” As soon as I got home from Society X, I took care of business to ease the ache between my legs. It felt so good I got off twice.
Dani and Adrienne stare at me and Dani snickers. Once Sandy walks out of the room, Dani and Adrienne both flank me as I crack the eggs. “Did you go to the club last night again?” Dani asks.
“Shh, don’t talk so loud.” Laughing, I shake my head.
“You did, didn’t you? How’d it go? It wasn’t like last time was it, with Mr. Butt Massager?” Adrienne asks, moving closer.
Giggling, I finish cracking the eggs and lean against the counter. “Hell, no. This time, it was exhilarating. Just being in the club is a high all in itself.”
Dani nods. “That’s what my cousin says all the time. She’s addicted to that place.”
Adrienne nudges me in the side. “Did you go in the same room?”
I smile at them. “Yep.”
Dani fans herself. “Whoa, I bet that was hot. I think I need to give this place a try.”
“What did you do in there?” Adrienne asks.
Biting my lip, I cover my face. “I gave a man a blowjob.” I peeked at her through my fingers, embarrassed even admitting it. “I wanted to see what it was like. And I didn’t have to worry about the man watching me.”
They both burst out laughing and Dani pats my shoulder. “Did you spit or swallow?”
“Actually, this is the interesting part. The guy warned me to back up and ended up coming all over himself.”
Dani’s eyes widen in disbelief. “Really? I didn’t think you were allowed to talk in the rooms.”
I shrug. “You’re not, but I have to say, his voice was sexy as hell.”
“Must be nice that he warned you to move away. Most men would make the girl swallow,” Adrienne says, snorting in disgust.
Dani claps her hands excitedly. “Oh my God, do you think you’ll go back and be with him again?”
Adrienne grabs my arm. “What if this guy’s disgusting and fat with a beer gut?”
I shake my head. “His legs were athletic and slim. There’s no way.”
“I say go back and get your own pleasures,” Dani suggests. “Might as well enjoy it.”
Adrienne agrees with a nod. “Like she said. I’m living vicariously through you, my friend. I want to hear everything. It’s better than a romance novel.”
Groaning, I run my hands over my face. “Fine, I’ll see what I can do. If this guy wants to be with me again, he has to make the first move.”
Dani giggles. “Make him work for it, girl. You can always get another man to pleasure you.”
I can, but deep down that’s not what I want. “I think I’ll wait it out,” I say. “There’s something about this guy I can’t ignore. I want to know more about him. Maybe it’s his voice, I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about him.”
Adrienne fans herself. “This is so hot.”
My whole body is on fire. “Yes, it is. I just hope he wants to be with me again. After all, he did say he’d like to return the favor.”
Nine
Kai
The world is evil. Actually, the man who created Society X is. All the time I’ve lived in California, not once had I stepped foot into a sex club. The horror stories I’ve heard about those places were enough to keep me satisfied with dating sites or meeting someone the old-fashioned way—in a bar.
And yet, here I am, sitting on the edge of my bed trying to imagine what the woman with the glorious mouth looked like. What colors are her eyes? Her hair? And why didn’t I pull a strand when I had my fingers threaded into her mane? Because that would’ve been fucking creepy and that’s not me.
I broke the rules. I didn’t even hesitate to tell her that I was about to blow. I didn’t want her to be grossed out or unprepared so I had to tell her. I’m sure that the club has video monitors and they know that I’ve violated the contract, on the first day no less.
Her voice is all I heard last night in my dreams. I had multiple dreams about her. She was a blonde, then a brunette, and a redhead. Her eyes were green, then blue, and brown. Each time she had the fullest lips and her smile was always the same. She’d wipe her mouth using just her index finger while she smirked at me, knowing full well that I’d be hard for her within seconds of her finishing me off.
And I was. The entire drive back to my place my cock ached for attention, demanding that I find him pleasure or take care of the deed myself. Let me tell you there is no amount of jacking off that curbs the desires left behind in the play room. I wanted carnal knowledge of the woman on her knees. Hot, uninhibited sex.
I head to the gym. I don’t drive, but run, building up a sweat by the time I walk in. The music is pumping, weights clanking together and ass … nothing but voluptuous, toned asses bouncing up and down while these gorgeous women run on the treadmills. That can’t be me today, running along the side of them, not in my condition.
Instead, I head for the weights, praying that my erection subsides so that I don’t hurt myself or cause any alarm to the body builders who can crush me with their bicep. Thankfully, it’s me and another guy, and by the looks of him, he seems to be in the same boat I am. Each time he finishes a rep, he looks around. When one of the female trainers comes by, he frantically starts to pump iron.
He reminds me of Bryant in an odd sort of way. I have no idea if Bryant frequents Society X because he needs attention or longs for the company of a beautiful woman. What I don’t understand is why. Bryant seems like a nice man and he has a good job. Those are two qualities that usually earn a man a date. But he prefers to visit the club, which is likely a turn off for most women.
After a few reps on the machines, I hit the sauna. I still have time before I have to be in Sweet Briar. Thankfully, I’m the only one in here at this hour and I decide to let it all hang out. I’m man spreading and naked as the day I was born when the door opens. I cover up as quickly as possible, but it’s still not enough. My only saving grace is that it’s not overly bright in here and the steam adds a nice cloak.
Except the woman who entered the sauna has chosen to sit next to me. I tell myself to play it cool, and adjust as coyly as possible without drawing that much attention to myself. I cough and sort of slide/stand to fix my towel, and that is when I notice it. It being the X necklace women are given when they’re members of Society X. I was given a leather bracelet, but there is no way in hell I’ll wear it in public.
Yet, here is this women with her brunette hair pulled into a bun on the top of her head. Her eyes are closed so she can’t tell that I’m looking at her … chest.
“Hi,” I say in the most awkward tone of voice I can imagine. I must pique her attention because she opens her eyes and smiles. That’s right, she’s smiling at me.
“Hey,” she replies rather loudly.
Would it be creepy of me to ask her to whisper to me? Probably, right? “Uh, nice necklace.”
She picks it up and her face pales. “Shit,” she mumbles.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m a member, too.”
“Really? Are you some fucking sicko? We’re supposed to be anonymous and … what the hell?” Her gaze lands on my hard dick. “Is that a fucking erection? Are you hard for me right now? You’re fucking sick.”
Before I can even utter an apology or … hell, I don’t know, save face, she storms out of the sauna. I glance down at the head of my dick, pointing out of the towel. The only thing he’s not doing is waving a fucking flag telling everyone he’s open for business.
Banging my head against the wall, I curse myself out. What a fucking moron I am, breaking yet another rule. I’m pretty certain she isn’t the one I was with last night because the tone of her voice is way off. The mouth that was on me was sweet and shy. There’s no way in hell that psycho bitch was sucking me off.
And if she was, I think she would’ve acted a bit differently at seeing my dick since she had him eye level for a good half hour.
The door opens again and I scramble to make sure my towel is covering my junk. I don’t need any more random fuck ups, and I definitely don’t need to be thrown out of the club.
“Ah, hey man,” Bryant says as he sits down. He isn’t shy about letting his shit hang out. I’m trying not to stare, but damn, man, I work with this guy and know everything there is to know about him. He loves titty bars and free balling. Fucking wonderful.
“Um … how’s it going?”
“Great. Man, I love the sauna.”
“Yeah, me too.” Just not with another guy next to me.
“Given any thought about checking out that club I took you to the other day?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Nah, I’m sort of busy and all. You?” I can’t believe I just asked him if he’s been. I do not care!
“You really need to see about being a member.”
“I gotta tell ya, Bryant, titty bars aren’t my thing,” I say honestly.
“There’s more than tits and ass. You see, Society X is this magnificent club where you can live out your fantasies and no one has to know about it. I saw you talking with one of the hostesses.”
I nod, because there’s no denying it.
“The fee is steep, but worth it. Last night I was in the dark room banging some chick. That has to be my favorite, although when I’m really wanting to get my freak on, I go to the viewing room.”
Well, let’s add this to shit that I don’t need to know about Bryant. All I can do is nod and play along. Even if I were trying to recruit someone to join, I wouldn’t tell him about my escapades. That should remain private.
“We should get lunch there today,” Bryant says.
“By lunch you mean—”
“Lap dance or you can book a room and feast on pussy.”
“Right. I’ll be in Sweet Briar,” I tell him. “Maybe we can grab lunch next week … at a restaurant?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“I’m going to go and beat traffic. See ya.” I’m up and out of the sauna as fast as I can move. Of course, I’m back to sporting a fucking hard on because now all I can think about is returning the favor from last night. God, what I wouldn’t give to feel her fingers in my hair. To make her moan, to feel her body quiver by the way I work her core.
Fuck my life.
After a quick shower, I pull my phone out of my locker and text Jenica.
