With a yawn, Nicola scooped it up and pressed it to her ear.
Behind her, clutching her margarita, Lyssa leaned in to eavesdrop.
“Baby!” Nicola purred, and Lyssa immediately felt a stab of jealousy. Was that Silas she was talking to?
“I’ve missed you, baby,” Nicola kept talking, and then let out a naughty giggle. “Yeah, I’ve had to be on my best behavior with Jared following me about.” She snorted. “Jealous husbands, eh?” And then another flirtatious giggle. “Not that you have anything to fear from him.”
Lyssa’s eyes narrowed, and she angrily slurped down another mouthful of her cocktail.
It must be Silas she was talking to – the overfamiliar tone, and flirty language. Nicola was murmuring to a lover on that call.
“So, when do I get to see you?” As Nicola said that, Lyssa slid her chair a little closer. “We’re still on for tonight, right?”
Lyssa’s heart skipped a beat. They were arranging a rendezvous? Where?
“Yeah, I know the place,” Nicola kept talking. “On the corner of East Sahara and South Maryland.” She giggled. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. It’s so naughty.”
Behind her, sipping her drink, Lyssa remembered the intersection Nicola had just mentioned.
“I’ll have to sneak out tonight,” Nicola murmured into her phone. “Jared would kill me if he found out.” Another flirtatious giggle. “But it’s sexy as hell. See you then.”
And then Nicola hung up her phone, and yawned loudly.
Lyssa nearly panicked when the tanned blonde got up from her lounger and span around – but fortunately Nicola was too focused on herself to recognize the women sitting right there in front of her.
Instead, Nicola sauntered off towards the hotel, with her bikini-clad ass gyrating seductively as she went.
Lyssa watched her go with a stab of jealousy.
Her straw slurped as she reached the bottom of her margarita. Counting out enough quarters to pay for it – and leave a tip – Lyssa got up from her seat, and headed for the lobby.
It sounded like Nicola had arranged a clandestine rendezvous with Silas – and Lyssa planned to be there.
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seven
Lyssa
The Green Door.
As soon as Lyssa had made it back to Nikolai and Travis’ apartment, she Googled the intersection Nicola had mentioned, and found that it was the location of one of Las Vegas’ most notorious sex clubs.
Lyssa felt sick to her stomach as she read that.
Fuck, it wasn’t as if she was the most innocent girl in the world. Before she’d met Silas, she’d been fucking around with two guys at the same time.
Yet the concept of Silas – a man she really cared about – going to a seedy Las Vegas sex club filled her with loathing.
But only part of it was disgust. The other part was curiosity.
Late at night – sometimes while pleasuring herself with her Hitachi Magic Wand – Lyssa had often wondered about such places herself.
Shivering, she put that racy thought out of her mind, and tried to focus on making a plan of attack.
The Green Door wasn’t opening until 10pm, and before then, Lyssa had to figure out something to wear, and how to squeeze enough money out of her bank account to pay the entrance fee.
But that could wait. She flopped out on the couch, to take a well-deserved nap and recharge her batteries.
And as she lay there, there was at least a smoldering coal of optimism burning in the pit of her stomach.
One way or another, Lyssa was finally close to tracking Silas down – and whatever way it ended, she’d finally find some resolution to this craziness.
* * *
Later that night, as the neon lights shone across the city, Lyssa adjusted her sequined dress and pressed the button for the elevator.
She felt like she was dressed like a slut – and that probably wasn’t too far from the truth. The dress barely covered her ass, and hugged every curve of her body – but she had to admit she looked pretty damn good in it.
Which was, in itself, a source of bitterness.
When Lyssa had awoken from her nap, she’d gone through the clothes she’d brought with her from New Jersey, and found nothing suitable for a late-night rendezvous at a sketchy sex club.
But a quick look in Nikolai’s closet had solved that problem – and created a new one. There were three slinky dresses hanging up in there – and she doubted Nikolai had bought them for himself.
His ‘fiancee’ Harmony was probably the explanation – and that realization stabbed Lyssa like a shard of ice. Lyssa had never been familiar enough with Travis or Nikolai to have been comfortable leaving clothes at their apartment.
But Lyssa found a little satisfaction in her jealousy. Borrowing one of Harmony’s slutty dresses so she could wear it to a sex club seemed like suitably petty payback.
She’d be sure not to dry clean it before she hung it back up.
There was a ding as the elevator reached the ground floor. With a wry smile, Lyssa clip-clopped through the lobby in her heels, and headed out to hail a cab.
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Eight
Lyssa
Even in a city known for its gaudiness, there wasn’t anything subtle about The Green Door.
A two-story building on the corner of the block, it was painted in a bright, neon green and was instantly recognizable. As Lyssa’s cab pulled up across the street, she felt very self-conscious – knowing that even her cab driver would know what debauchery she was going to be up to.
Lyssa ignored the wink the cabbie gave her, and clambered out into the sidewalk.
As the cab rolled off, Lyssa crossed the street nervously, folding her arms defensively in front of herself.
A big, black bouncer was standing by the nondescript door of the bright, green building and he gave her an appreciative look up and down as she clip-clopped over to him.
“Go right in.”
Lyssa clearly met the dress code.
Past that first obstacle, Lyssa ducked into a dark and pungent corridor, where a coat check and desk was set up. From behind a glass partition, a bored-looking woman accepted Lyssa’s money, and passed her a wrist band.
“Have fun.”
And then she crossed the point of no return; and stepped into the sex club itself.
* * *
Nothing could have prepared Lyssa for how normal the interior of the place was.
When she’d been growing up in New Jersey, her family had occasionally taken her to a place called the ‘Wild West City’ up north – a run down, 1960s-era theme park that was still inexplicably in business. This sex club reminded her of that – with faded, half-assed decorations that tried to turn the interior into a sexy, tropical paradise – but made it look like a ropey, themed motel room instead.
There was a rickety stage with a gleaming pole on it. Patio chairs stood beneath a plastic fern. A number of beds and couches were distributed about the place – all made from wipe-clean materials like leather or vinyl.
But despite that, the place was busy. There must have been twenty couples in the place – and every few minutes another pair would slip through the same door Lyssa had just come through.
Nervously, Lyssa clip-clopped through the club towards the bar.
Every eye in the place was on her, and she didn’t know how she felt about that. As she crossed the room, a single man in the corner wearing nothing but a black cloak literally eye-fucked her, all while stroking his pale, semi-hard cock.
Meanwhile, on a couch across the room, a rotund husband sat on the couch while his frumpy wife gave him a blowjob. Even as he moaned in pleasure, he stared intently at Lyssa – clearly imagining it was her with her lips wrapped around his cock.
Lyssa was used to getting stares – and expected nothing less, dressed as she was. The slinky dress revealed every curve of her body, and years of crossfit had made sure the curves were toned and taut.
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nbsp; But it was different in the confines of a sex club. In the street, or a club, the guys would at least pretend not to be looking.
Here, the men eye-fucked her, normally while being pleasured, or pleasuring themselves. They had no shame, and it made Lyssa feel intently vulnerable.
But also a little turned on. There was no denying that the raw lust in these men’s eyes was flattering.
With a throb between her legs, Lyssa approached the bar and ordered a bottle of water – wishing that a sex club like this served real liquor.
And then, as she sloshed down the ice-cold water, she turned and surveyed the club – peering through the shadows to see if any of the writhing, moaning bodies belonged to Nicola or Silas.
* * *
Lyssa had to wait until a little past midnight, though.
She was sat in one of the plastic patio chairs, having politely turned down the third of a lineup of man who’d approached her for a blowjob.
A couple, too, had asked her if she wanted to ‘join in’ and Lyssa had politely told them: “I’ll just watch, thanks.”
In fact, just as she was starting to wonder about the sanity of her plan, the door of the club opened and every eye in the place turned to it.
Nicola Hedberg walked in, and the room gave out a collective gasp.
Lyssa narrowed her eyes. Up until this moment, she’d been quietly complacent in her role as the most attractive woman in the club – but Nicola blew up her spot pretty unequivocally.
She was towering in eight inch heels, and her tanned skin looked like café au lait in contrast to her white, wrap dress. Part porn star, part princess, this was clearly the type of woman that lonely men imagine they’ll meet when they venture into a sex club like The Green Door.
But it wasn’t Nicola who made Lyssa gasp – it was the man who followed her. Huge, hulking and handsome – a literal beast.
But it wasn’t her beast. Lyssa had been expecting Silas to be meeting with Nicola in this seedy swinger’s club.
But instead, ducking his head as he squeezed through the door, came Rashaan ‘Hungry’ Jackson instead.
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Nine
Lyssa
The penny dropped instantly.
The man Nicola had been flirting with on the phone hadn’t been Silas at all – it was Rashaan.
And that made perfect sense, didn’t it? When Nicola and her husband had ‘sponsored’ Silas, the trophy Long Island wife had been fucking the Spaniard in secret.
Clearly her arrangement with Rashaan was the same.
Which meant that Silas wasn’t even going to be there that night.
With a moan, Lyssa slumped back in her seat. She didn’t know whether to be upset, or relieved.
On the one side, relief washed over her, as she realized that her suspicions were way off base. Silas hadn’t crept back under Nicola’s wing. The cheating wife wasn’t fucking him on the side.
But on the other hand, that put Lyssa right back where she’d started – with no idea where Silas was, in the great, sprawling city of Las Vegas.
She got up from her chair, planning to head to the door – but then something stopped her.
She turned, and followed the eyes of the rest of the room as they stared at Nicola and Rashaan.
It was difficult to look away – the two new arrivals made a deliciously sexy couple. Nicola was tanned, and blond, and tiny. Next to her Rashaan was built like a bull – with his massive muscles, and tattoos, and that thick black beard.
The contrast of his coal-black skin and her tanned complexion was electric – and it just got more so as they stepped into one of the public rooms, and embraced.
Lyssa couldn’t help herself – she stepped up to the doorway, alongside the other club patrons, and peered into the room beyond.
And gasped.
Nicola was wrapped in Rashaan’s huge arms, and the two of them were making out like animals, while everybody in the club stared at them.
They were kissing, wet and uninhibited. Rashaan’s huge hands slid up and down Nicola’s lithe body, monstrously dark against the white material of her dress. She was literally limp in his arms, hanging there as he assaulted her mouth with his tongue.
“Fuuuuuck,” a short man to Lyssa’s left groaned, as he watched the action unfold. He glanced up at Lyssa, and winked at her.
“Do you wanna…?”
“No…” Lyssa’s eyes widened. “No, thanks.”
The short man shrugged, and turned back to the action unfolding next door. Yanking down his sweat pants, his swollen cock popped out – and after spitting in his palm, the stranger started stroking it furiously.
Lyssa took a step away from him nervously – but, nevertheless, still turned back to watch.
Next door, in the center of the room, Nicola and Rashaan were performing for the crowd.
They were still standing, entwined and kissing. Then, laughing seductively, Nicola threw back her head and pushed the enormous black man back.
He snarled in anger, and Nicola gasped as Rashaan grabbed the top of her dress, and yanked down the white material.
Her beautiful, silicone-enhanced breasts popped out, and Nicola groaned as Rashaan grabbed one in each of his huge hands and squeezed them, hard.
“Fuuuuck…”
“You like putting on a show, don’t you,” Rashaan growled, and Nicola moaned in agreement. “Well, let’s give the crowd something worth watching.”
And with that, Rashaan swept her into his arms again, and kissed Nicola even harder. Their lips writhed wetly against each other for a moment – and then it was his turn to push her away.
One shove sent Nicola tumbling back onto the vinyl-covered bed in the center of the room. She giggled as she flopped onto the squeaking covers, and then the bed creaked as Rashaan crawled on, on top of her.
For a moment, he pinned her down onto the bed, crushing her into the mattress. Then he slid down, and roughly spread her legs with his huge hands.
Nicola gasped, and the hem of her white dress slid up her thighs; baring everything.
And that meant everything.
Nicola had clearly come to this club tonight without panties; and now every pair of eyes in the room was staring at her neatly waxed, pink little pussy.
Snarling like a beast, Rashaan lowered his head between her legs, and his thick tongue slithered between the lips of Nicola’s cunt.
“Fuuuuck,” the wife gasped, and arched her back – moaning as Rashaan’s wet, rough tongue parted her cleft and swirled around her clitoris.
The entire crowd gasped as they watched the action unfold on the bed. Lyssa did too. In fact, as she watched, she noticed her mouth was dry… and between her legs, she was getting increasingly wet.
Of all the things she’d expected to happen at this sketchy sex club, getting turned on had not been one of them.
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty
Lyssa
Surrounded by an audience, Rashaan wrapped his thick fingers around the top of Nicola’s white dress, and yanked it down even more.
A moment later, it was around her waist, more like a belt than a dress. Her legs and ass were fully exposed, and her breasts were magnificently on display as the Long Island wife arched her back and moaned in ecstasy.
Between her legs, Rashaan feasted – snuffling and snorting like a hog looking for truffles. His thick tongue writhed, and his big hands dug into Nicola’s thighs. Soon she was gasping, and groaning, and shuddering in pleasure.
“Oh, God,” Nicola cried out. “Oh, God… You’re going to make me…”
…she exploded in orgasm, climaxing right in front of a room full of people.
As the exhausted housewife flopped onto the vinyl bed, Rashaan lifted his head from between her legs. His beard was glistening with her wetness. The front of his sweat pants was poking out like a circus tent.
The reason for that became clear, when he yanked down his pants and his massive, black cock sprang out.
“
Oh, my,” gasped one of the women, to Lyssa’s right. “That thing will split her in half.”
And even Lyssa, who wasn’t exactly new to the concept of well-endowed lovers, had to admit that Rashaan’s big, black cock was intimidatingly enormous.
But despite his huge dick being as long and thick as Nicola’s forearm, the sexy housewife looked excited to see it.
Struggling to sit up, the near-naked wife eagerly stretched out her hands, and curled her fingers around Rashaan’s massive shaft. They could barely fit all the way around it.
“Fuuuuck,” Rashaan groaned, as Nicola started stroking up and down. She looked up at her big, black lover with wide blue eyes… and then she opened her mouth.
It was like a magic trick, the way Nicola managed to fit the head of Rashaan’s swollen cock into her delicate mouth. But she managed – and as the eager crowd watched, Nicola sucked and slurped on Rashaan’s huge tool.
Saliva drooled down her chin. Her nipples were as hard as bullets. With one hand, Nicola caressed Rashaan’s heavy, egg-sized balls. With the other, she rubbed furiously between her legs.
It was incredible – a blowjob worthy of a porn star, and everybody in the room was transfixed. Even Lyssa had to rub her thighs together, as her pussy throbbed at the sexy display.
Pop! Rashaan’s cock popped from Nicola’s mouth, splattering her with saliva.
Gasping, lips swollen and glistening with saliva, Nicola purred: “I need you inside me.”
And Rashaan didn’t intend to argue.
With his big, dark hands he pushed Nicola onto the bed, and roughly yanked apart her thighs. Then he was between then – grabbing the root of his gleaming cock with one hand, and aiming the spit-slick head between her legs.
Nicola gasped as the swollen head of Rashaan’s cock nuzzled between the lips of her glistening pussy. And then, with one shove, he was inside her.
“Oh, fuuuuuck!”
Nicola arched her back and cried out, as Rashaan slid inch after inch of that massive cock inside of her.
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