A Penny Saved

by Sèphera Girón

  Cora strutted into the club, feeling nine feet tall although her new flesh body that covered her bronze body was shorter than she was used to. However the powerful bursts of energy between her thighs from the bass beat reassured her that her female parts were intact. She was immensely horny, roused by thoughts of how she needed to please her demon, to prove herself next in line. Her new body, her flesh, her shell, vibrated with the music, her steps were certain, she was seen.

  She walked from the bathroom to the bar and perched herself for a few minutes, observing the lay of the land. She ordered a bourbon on the rocks with a glass of water. She drank the water in one gulp. The pits of hell had been hot. She asked for another water and sipped on her bourbon. The dance floor was already half-full, the VIP couch sections were full, and more people were entering the club every minute. There was a stage where special acts and shows were often performed. Tonight, the stage lit with pulsing strobe lights was beginning to fill with eager ladies anxious to play on the stripper poles and tease their men.

  The crowd was a mix, as it had been ever since the laws had loosened up. There was much less discrimination about who came through the door in modern times. The days of under twenty-five, fit and fun were over. Much like the pennies.

  She enjoyed the various age groups. Recognizing a few people from over the years, some she had done, some she hadn’t. No one was getting any younger but once a hedonist always a hedonist. A true hedonist had the taste running through his or her veins.

  There would always be trends. Sex addicts, cheaters and psychopaths would always be lurking in the shadows, in the sheets, between the legs. In the sex club, none of that mattered. There was no outside world. There was only inside the club and what the body experienced in those few short hours with a stranger.

  She watched a couple near her making out and dancing. She thought about joining them but remembered her mission.

  For her first time, one man would be enough.

  She could try adding on another time.

  The bourbon warmed her, the water doing little to quench her thirst. She studied her prospects. Despite the looser laws, most clubs still had a very restricted access to single men. They usually had to be part of a couple or threesome or established regulars. She caught the eye of a young man she had been with before. A short jock type with huge biceps. She grinned at him, remembering their encounter. He’d been a great lay, really good with the oral. She squirmed in her seat as she thought about how good his cock had felt inside her. However, he was strong. Very strong. Likely on some kind of testosterone.

  And that was the problem with most good-looking singles who hit the sex clubs. They were gym rats who liked to go and get laid. Many of them had shrunken dicks from the drugs, which was likely why they didn’t bother dating. They could score at the sex club and convince themselves they had gotten off or gotten someone else off, and no one would ever know the truth.

  There were a couple of kids, likely university students. Hipster types who probably knew a bartender or had come with the pack of hipster girls dancing with each other on the floor. Giggly drunken girls, the kind that tend to end up puking in the bathroom by one.

  Her gaze returned to an older man she had spotted as she first walked out of the bathroom. He had previously been lurking by the dance floor, shrouded in shadows, not preening, just observing. He had moved over to the bar and was sitting by himself. Even though he sat on a bar stool, she could see he was tall. She wasn’t certain of his age but figured late thirties, early forties. He had short dishevelled hair, an artistic look about him. He wore a black T-shirt and leather pants. She walked over and stood near him. She finished her drink and put the empty glass on the bar, glancing over at the man. He watched people walk by with clear blue eyes that glowed eerily in the strobes as he nursed his drink.

  “Are you here alone?” she asked him. He was startled at her intrusion and looked around before answering, as if she were speaking to someone else.

  “Yes.” He sipped his beer some more before looking at her. She stared into his eyes. Even in the dimness of the bar and the flashing strobes she could see they were blue and sad. It was refreshing to see eyes that had a lost, faraway look instead of a penetrating glare. She cocked her head, brushing stray strands of her hair from her face. As she moved her hand, he seemed transfixed by the way she touched her hair. She shook her head and laughed.

  His eyes were now fully focused on her, one eyebrow raised in puzzlement.

  “Mind if I join you?” she asked as she slid onto the bar stool beside him. He grinned.

  “Of course not, that’s why we’re here, right? To make new friends.” He spoke quickly, examining her face in the half light.

  “Yes.” She smiled widely. The bartender came over and interrupted them. The man tore his attention from her and spoke with the bartender who was a half-dressed young man in a bow-tie. Cora remembered doing him one night, back when he was a patron.

  “Get the lady whatever she wants,” he said.

  “Bourbon on the rocks. With water on the side,” she said. The bartender winked.

  “Coming right up,” he said.

  “Bring two and make them doubles,” The man added as he watched Cora and the bartender hold a lingering look. He sighed and turned his attention back to the dance floor. The bartender nodded and slid off.

  Cora stared at her new friend. As she put her clutch purse on the bar, it popped open and a penny toppled to the floor. He saw the glint of something falling and knelt down to retrieve it. He searched under his stool until he picked it up.

  “Oh, just a penny. Not that you see many of those around anymore. Thought it might have been a toonie.”

  He held it out to her. She shook her head and closed his hand around it. “Keep it. It’s good luck.” They stared at each other for a moment. He looked like a nice man, a gentle soul. At least, that was the appearance he was projecting for her. She knew what he was on the inside.

  “If you say so.”

  ”What’s your name?”

  “Ed. Yours?”

  “Cora.”

  He nodded. “Funny, you look like…you seem like…never mind…” he said.

  Ed put the penny in his pocket. Cora’s fingers grew warm, her pussy warmer. The sight of the penny made the copper, steel and bronze in her body ache, vibrations from the music buzzing from her toes into her brain.

  “What brings a handsome man like you out to a place like this?” Cora asked as she leaned towards him.

  “I would ask the same of you.”

  “I think we know our answers then.” She stared into his eyes and read his sadness there, his lies, his growing interest. The bartender returned with the drinks. They clicked glasses and drank to the evening. The bourbon went down well.

  “Would you like to dance?” she asked as Beyoncé came on.

  “I don’t really…” he began.

  She took his hand. “You’re in a sex club. You know the game.”

  He grinned, a boyish charm lighting up his face. Her heart beat faster. He was much taller than her, than most people, and she looked up at him looking down at her. Although he had height, she was pretty sure she could take him. She liked his soft older energy, though she suspected it was part of his charm game.

  Clutching their bourbon, they roamed the crowded dance floor, hands expertly covering their glasses from the dancers. At last they found a spot among the writhing bodies. She danced close to him, brushing her breasts against him, wriggling her ass against his groin. They were finished with their drinks as a slow song came on. They put their glasses back on a nearby ledge created for just such a purpose and he spun her back to the floor. She danced close to him, lost in his firm strong arms, hearing his heart beating against her ear as she lay her head on his chest.

  As the song ended, he tilted her head up and kissed her lightly on the lips. She re
sponded hungrily and they kissed as a pop song blared on.

  “Do you want to go upstairs?” he asked.

  “Uh-huh.” She sighed, her legs weak as she followed him up the stairs to the floor where there was a locker attendant, change room, a dance floor, beds, a Jacuzzi and bathrooms with shower stalls. She noticed how much heavier her legs were as she climbed the stairs. She may have been newly blessed with a perfect body but it was apparent it came with an annoying price.

  They waited in line to sign in for a locker, casting awkward glances at each other. Cora could hardly wait to tear away her clothes, the heat in the crowded lobby was so intense. Music from the same level dance floor and the lower dance floor merged together in the lobby, reminding her of the cacophony of the insane back in hell. She took the key from the young attendant who wore a tiny black G-string and nothing else and led Ed into the locker room.

  It was packed with people disrobing and she stopped to admire a particularly perky set of breasts while they looked for their locker number among the many rows of lockers.

  “Beautiful,” Cora cooed at the lovely young red-haired girl.

  “Thank you,” the redhead said as she proudly held them up. “Real, too.”

  “Mmm,” Cora said, resisting the urge to touch the offerings. She had to take it slow. No groping in the locker room. It was crowded enough just trying to disrobe among the throngs of excited bodies.

  There was a bench and couple of stools that people used to wrestle off nylons and untie shoes.

  Cora stood to one side, by a long mirrored table that had a mirror along the wall as well. She was glad for her pumps as she watched a woman untie the endless rows of lacing on a Doc Marten boot. Cora popped her own shoes off quickly and slid down her fishnets.

  Around her, flesh flashed, exposed skin, tattoos, half-erect cocks, bobbing bosoms, shaved, not shaved… Her excitement swelled. She was surrounded by beasts of the night shedding their skins to go howl with their primal bad selves.

  She sneaked peeks at Ed changing—he was tall and lanky, and it tickled her to see him struggling with his socks. At last he resigned himself to one of the stools as the Doc Marten boot lady left it.

  Cora wrapped herself in a towel and handed Ed his while taking a good look at his naked body first. He wasn’t a body builder, but he was lean and had a decent-sized cock that she couldn’t wait to get her hands on.

  They climbed the stairs past the overcrowded second floor to the third floor and the moans and shrieks reached their ears before they arrived. She thought it sounded no different than the pits of hell—pleasure, pain, it was all the same, she knew that now.

  They walked down the hallway, and on both sides there were bedrooms with the doors open and orgies going on within. At the end of the hall, there were stairs to platform beds.

  Ed led her up some stairs and then another. There was a small hall and then fire-escape-type stairs led them higher. Even though she had been to the club many times, she never made it up any of the stairs. The top room had a Gothic wrought-iron and wood door that looked like something out of a Dracula movie. It was open, as doors were by law supposed to remain open at all times for safety reasons. The room was lit with electric candles, heavy fake velvet curtains lining the walls, reminding her of Master’s apartment. There was a huge bed and no one was using it.

  “I’ve found that people often don’t come up here,” Ed said sheepishly as he stepped inside the room waving her in.

  “Perfect,” she said, looking at the arched roof.

  “I’ve seen people up here before, I never thought about how they got up here,” she said.

  Three of the walls were wallpapered with fabric that on closer inspection appeared to depict various medieval tortures. Cora laughed as she recognised an iron maiden, the bull, the rack, the pit and the pendulum, and so many more in tiny pictures on the wallpaper. The fourth wall was an iron gate that reached from the floor to nearly the ceiling. She looked down on the couple fucking below them. Everywhere she looked, people were fucking. Some in clumps. Some in couples. Several couples took turns flogging each other on equipment such as spank benches and horses. Her veins bubbled with anticipation. Soon she would be one of them.

  They sat on the bed, the raised platform mattress really, and he kissed her passionately on the lips, before they fell back onto the bed, exploring each other’s bodies with their hands and mouths.

  She lay on her back as he entered her. She gasped at his size. The tall guys were usually hung well but this man was rather magnificent. She stared into his eyes as he held himself slightly above her, entering her with slow, firm strokes that grew into frantic hard thrusts. She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him close to her as she moaned. His smell filled her nostrils, musky perfume, alcohol, sweat, and it made her head spin. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back.

  “My turn,” she said as she pushed him from her and turned him over. His cock was rigid in the air and she soon filled herself back up with it. She leaned over him, pinning his hands behind his head, her face close to his as her hips rocked him. He was so big inside her that she could barely get traction, almost as if she were impaled and spinning like in Master’s dungeon again but at last, she was able to balance herself on him and hold him down.

  “Do you like this?” she asked, her voice low and husky.

  “Love it,” he said, thrusting into her harshly. She was so hot, sweating and dripping, inside and out, she was on fire. Her penny-wear grew hotter. Her climb towards coming was growing more frantic.

  “Oh…there’s something wrong,” he said, as he tried to push her off. He couldn’t as she was molded into a statue.

  “What the fuck?” he cried out. He tried to escape from her grip. But he couldn’t move her fingers. He was pinned.

  “Oh no, help!” he called out.

  His cock was so big that he wasn’t able to remove it from her frozen pussy and he was trapped under her.

  His hips continued to thrust into her even as he panicked.

  “Oh, someone…” he shouted. No one could hear him as the music was high and so were the patrons. His cries were lost in a sea of cries.

  As he fucked, Cora watched as a shadowy image took shape on the ceiling of the club directly above him.

  “No…”

  He cried with a new fear as the demon came towards them. Demon put his hand on Cora and she returned to flesh.

  She continued to fuck Ed as she greeted the demon.

  “This is the one I chose,” she said. “See how he is? Handsome, worldly; he’ll have a good soul for you.”

  “Soul? What the hell are you talking about?” Ed asked as he wriggled his hips in another effort to pull out of her. She held him tightly against her and he relaxed. “What are you?”

  “Don’t pull out. Doesn’t she feel good?” Demon soothed, red eyes staring into Ed’s blue ones. Ed nodded as she began to fuck him again. She moaned, his hands still pinned, her strength still outweighing his with every thrust. Ed stared at her face while she rode him.

  “Cora. Is this what you wanted? Who you wanted tonight?” Demon asked her.

  “He is perfect,” she said. “He has dark dreams that need release.”

  “Yes, dreams of unrequited love that has led to some well, rather unpleasant endings.”

  Ed squirmed.

  “What are you saying? What are you?” Ed cried.

  Demon paced, furling and unfurling his wings. His coppery tone shone in the electric candlelight, giving the room the most Gothic touch it had in years.

  “You had the love of your life in the palm of your hand. But you fucked it up, buddy. Sure you’re sorry but it’s too damn late. But instead of sucking it up, you’ve become a bitter womanizer who haunts sex clubs to escape the bitching from his girlfriend of the moment.”

  “Stop it. You don’t know me,” Ed said, bucki
ng in vain to throw Cora from him.

  “Tell me it’s not true.” The demon laughed. “It’s okay. Your secret is safe with us. All she wants is to get fucked.”

  “And you?”

  “She knows what I want.”

  Ed sighed and looked up at Cora who watched him with a half grin on her face. She licked her lips and leaned down to kiss him. Her warm, wet lips covered his and as their tongues mingled, Ed began to move his hips a bit, which made Cora move hers.

  “Isn’t she exactly who you were hoping to get tonight?” the demon chided. “So perfect. Every last detail.”

  Cora moaned, the demon’s words washing over her hypnotically. She slid herself up and down against Ed, relieved that she was all woman once more.

  “A woman that is the perfect replica of your ex-wife who hurt you so badly? Or was it you who hurt her?” the demon whispered.

  “I-I—” Ed began to struggle again. Cora pinned him with her hips. Ed’s face grew pained.

  “You’ve seen her around this club before, haunting glimpses, never sure if you were seeing your wife, or a dream.”

  “It was no dream…”

  “It was a dream…until now.” Demon laughed. “Now you’ve pulled your dream into reality.”

  Ed stared at the demon.

  “Keep fucking, boy. That’s why you’re here. You’re getting exactly what you desired. Even when you made your wish on that penny tonight.” Demon turned his attention towards Cora.

  “Good job,” Demon complimented her as she kissed Ed back into fucking her. She closed her eyes, enjoying him yet not enjoying him as much. She was just a substitute. Well, she already knew that on some level, just by being at a sex club but for the demon to morph her into Ed’s ex-wife’s clone…that was too much.

  “Keep fucking him. We’ll do what’s necessary,” Demon ordered.

  Ed was so good inside her, and Cora was so close to coming. So close. It would only take another really hard stroke or two at the perfect angle… Then she thought of Demon and how she looked like Ed’s ex.