I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to regain some of my composure. It was going to be a long couple of days waiting to see her again. I could have called Asia in. She would have been on her knees in a heartbeat. That girl loved to suck a dick and I knew that all of us in the office were passing her around in some fashion or another. It wasn’t even a secret. Even our director of staffing, Elle, sometimes had Asia on her knees in her office, licking that hot little cunt like there was no tomorrow. It had been ages since I had been with Asia though and I was really trying to take a break from it. I had other, more serious things on my mind these days than hitting some random pussy at the club.
And today I really couldn’t do it. Not after speaking with Penny. I didn’t know what that woman had going for her, but she had me under her spell and I was going to have her, soon. In the end, it was going to be more than worth it. And making myself wait, holding off on enjoying any release at the thought of Penny, was going to make it so much sweeter when I finally exploded in her cunt for the first time.
It was later that night after I’d been in bed for a few hours, that I woke up with sweat streaming down my body, cock in hand. Evidence made it clear that I’d been in the middle of a very hot dream, but I struggled to bring the images back to my mind. Naked, I threw back the sheets and stumbled through the darkness to my bathroom, turning on the light as I stepped onto the tile floor.
“You look like shit, Wilson,” I said to my reflection as I looked up into the mirror. Clearly whatever dream I was having had taken it all out of me. What was it though? I washed my hands and splashed water on my face, getting a glass of water from the tap and taking a sip before I returned back to bed.
I switched to the other side of the bed, making a mental note to ask the housekeeper to change my sheets tomorrow, when suddenly, as clear as a bell, the dream came back to me.
It was Penny Saxs in the dream. Of course, it was, it had been near impossible to get her out of my mind for the rest of the day and into the evening. All I could focus on was her and imagining what she would look like naked. God, it wasn’t as if I didn’t see fucking amazing bodies all day long at Club V. On the other hand, at the club, I did have to put up with seeing the bodies of some people I would rather never look at. It sort of came with the territory of attracting politicians and businessmen. While some of them prided themselves on their appearance, many went the opposite direction and seemed to believe that their station in life meant that could let everything else go and still have women champing at the bit to suck their dicks. Of course, that was how we made a fortune—based on trying to make that fantasy a reality for men and women.
The dream though…now that it was coming back to me was blowing my mind again and I rolled over with a groan, wide-eyed and shocked at the detail of it all. It had felt so real and now thinking about it again I was well on my way to another erection.
We were in the elevator of an office building. I had been on my way to see her and she met me at the door, then said she was taking me up to show me where she worked. Instead of taking me all the way up to the floor she worked on though, she hit the emergency button on the elevator and we stopped.
This made my stomach flutter unpleasantly at the connections I was making subconsciously, but I reminded myself that this was all a dream and the two events and people weren’t connected at all.
Penny wasted no time. She unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down, kneeling in front of me and taking the head of my dick between those sweet, pouty lips of hers. I couldn’t believe how good they felt wrapped around the growing hardness of my cock. She licked and sucked, teasing the tip with her tongue and stroking the entire length with her soft little hands. It was exquisitely enticing and all I could think about was fucking her. Luckily this had been my ‘dream Penny’ and she was reading my mind.
Her clothes disappeared and I barely had time to take in the sight of her. Of course, I knew that I was creating a body for her from my imagination, but I knew that the one that was really hiding underneath her clothes was just as good or better than anything I could conjure up. Perfect tits with nipples that just begged to be sucked. My god, I was going to have fun fucking her tits at some point. This wasn’t the time though. No, Penny was ready to have that pussy plowed by me and there wasn’t anything I would have rather done at the moment.
I had her up against the wall of the elevator, one of her legs up over my shoulder as I thrusted my entire length into her, penetrating her deeply.
“You like that baby? You like that hard cock in you?” I could feel it stretching her out and her body acclimating to the size of my thick, engorged penis. She was looking into my eyes with those ridiculously crystal blue eyes of hers, so bright they were almost clear.
“Fuck me hard,” she begged and I obeyed. Usually, I was the one calling the shots, but if Penny was asking me to fuck her then who was I to argue.
I wanted it to last longer than it did. She was too hot though. Too wet and ready for me and I felt her pussy convulsing around my cock, milking me and tightening around my dick.
“Cum in me. I’m your little whore and I want you to fill my pussy with your cum!” She screamed, so loud I thought her entire office building must have heard. I couldn’t deny her though. All that dirty talk and it only took one more thrust. I groaned into her hair as jets of semen shot into her hot pussy. I filled her full to overflowing and held her there, my jizz dripping down my balls as she wrapped her legs around me and we held each other tight.
“I’ve waited for that a long time,” she said with a smile as she kissed me softly on the lips. Then I had woken up.
Holy fuck, if she was as good in real life as she was in the dream then we’d be a match made in heaven. I wanted to pick up the phone and call her right then, ask her to come over and finish what we had started in the dream, but I knew how crazy that sounded. I wonder if anyone ever used that as a booty call line? Might work on the right person.
It would have to wait though. My balls ached and I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in her to the hilt, something I was certain would happen within the next 48 hours or so. I could tell this woman wanted me, no matter how hard she was trying to deny it to herself. It would just take a little work to make her see how badly she needed me. And fuck was I ever going to fill her up.
Chapter 6
Penny
I was so pissed at myself, but I couldn’t help it. It had been a total of six hours since I had been in his presence, and still, when I thought about Pete it was making me wet. After all he had done to me, still, he had this kind of power over me.
I wanted to get it over with, so I pulled out my little bunny-eared vibrator and went to town at my desk in my room at home. The ears fit perfectly around my clit and brought me to a breathtaking orgasm in less than 60 seconds.
“That better take care of things,” I said to myself as I caught my breath and set the vibrator aside. What I really needed was a good fucking, but I had my doubts that was going to happen any time soon. I was too focused on work to even think about going on casual dates or picking up a guy at a bar. Maybe after this big assignment, I would make it a priority.
I grabbed my stack of folders that were full of all the research that had already been assembled about the club. Lauren had done a lot of work on it, or she had instructed one of her lackeys to take care of it. Either way, I was left with quite a hefty amount of information to go through before my next interview with Pete.
It was still so surreal to me. I had been there in his office with him after not seeing him for 10 years. There had been so many feelings tied up in that moment and while I had mostly recovered from the initial impact of what he had done to me back in college, I hadn’t known how much of it would come rushing back the moment I saw him. But it was more than that because Pete was more than that. Sure, he was still a jock with enough brain cells to put together a company. I couldn’t really insult his intelligence. The guy had always been very smart and it was
one of the things that attracted me to him.
As I sat there at the table with all of my research spread around me, a cup of coffee in my hand and laptop balanced precariously on the edge of the table, I was faced with a thought about Pete that I hadn’t allowed into my head in a while.
The whole reason I had gone on a date with him in the first place. It wasn’t just because he was cute, although that had definitely been a factor in my decision. I had a crush on him. It was a deep and abiding thing, the sort of feeling that is better left unknown and unrequited unless you’re in the middle of a romantic comedy and are assured a happy ending. My life would have been better if I had just left it all alone, said no to the date, and never gone anywhere with Pete Wilson.
But I had gone with him and that had made all the difference. I had been tricked into that cruel and hideous prank and now here I was, 10 years later, still thinking about it. It made my blood boil to think about kids who dealt with this sort of thing nowadays because I knew that bullying of all kinds had only gotten worse in the last decade.
I had liked him though. Very, very much and that was part of what had made it so painful. I had liked him from the moment I saw him and it had only grown when I came to know him a little better, mostly as a passing acquaintance, but I would also see how he treated other people. Pete Wilson might have had it all, but he also seemed to be good and kind, looking out for others and taking the high road whenever it might have been easy to choose another direction. I had like him so much and wanted so badly to have the chance to enjoy his company, and the thought of him asking me out on a date had seemed so improbable. When he did it gave me the sort of shot to my system that I had needed. Up to that point in my life, and for a few years after if I was totally honest with myself, I had lived a sort of ugly duckling existence. No one had really ever paid any attention to me and I knew that I wasn’t the prettiest girl anyone had ever seen. Even calling myself pretty…well, it wasn’t the easiest thing for me. My body image and self-esteem were about as low as they could go.
When it came down to it, I was a perfect target for Pete Wilson and whoever else in his crew had been involved. All I had wanted was to believe that someone could want to go out on a date with me. The fact that it had spiraled into one of the most horrifically embarrassing events of my life had shown me rock bottom self-esteem had a basement.
I heard keys in the door and soon Sara appeared, carrying a few canvas bags filled to the brim with produce she had picked up at our neighborhood’s weekly farmer’s market.
“How was your day?” I called from behind my stack of research folders.
“Great,” she said, heaving the bags up onto the countertop and starting to unload them. “What do you have going on there?” She asked as she glanced at the mess of a project I currently had spread out in front of me on the dining table.
“Well, Lauren thinks it may be the story of my career. Or at least it could be the story that catches some attention. It’s sort of secret and I guess you could say that I’m undercover.”
Sara turned around with wide eyes and a smile. “Oooh, I love a mystery. Tell me more.” She continued putting the fruits and vegetables away as I leaned back and took a deep breath, unsure of where to begin.
“It’s a complicated story, where I come into it anyway. Have you ever heard of Club V?”
Sara nodded, looking for a place for the celery. “Sure. Super fancy-schmancy sex club.”
I gave her a puzzled look. She seemed completely unfazed at the mention of Club V. “How do you know about it?”
She shrugged. “A couple of my co-workers went on a night whenever they were running some kind of deal where people could check the place out before they signed up for a membership. Sort of a ‘try before you buy’ thing.”
It was my turn to be surprised. “Did anyone buy?”
She gave me a sideways glance. “Don’t say you heard it from me, but Ivan signed up.”
I thought I was going to fall out of my chair. “Karaoke Ivan? Living on a Prayer, blue mohawk Ivan?”
“Well, he got rid of the mohawk a few months ago.”
“Number one, I had no idea that he was making enough money to get a membership there. Two…Ivan, seriously? Not that I want to know, but what on earth is he into that they’ve got to offer there?”
Sara shrugged as she sat down at the table. “Looks like you would know better than me. All I know is that he signed up and he does go there sometimes. I think it’s more of a place for him to get a drink and sort of enjoy the company of people with similar interests. Maybe he’s into the open sex stuff? Or don’t they have girls walking the floor? I don’t know, maybe it’s like…they’re sex workers or something? You know Ivan. He’s kind of shy with girls. Maybe it was easier for him to find someone this way.”
I was still surprised. Ivan and I weren’t close, but I had known him long enough to still think this was odd behavior for him.
“I guess so. It’s just…well, I guess it’s not really the sort of thing I ever expect to find out my friends are into, you know what I mean?”
She nodded. “Yes, trust me. When he was spilling his guts about it in the break room it was all I could do to get out of there. So tell me about what you’re going to put on the cover of Expose.”
I opened the folder nearest to me and showed her the photo inside. “This is Pete Wilson. He’s the founder and one of the three owners of the club. It was his idea that he came up with in college and pitched it to his two friends. They went in together and invested, starting the first club and it’s grown to be the nationwide thing that it is now. Massively successful, the guys are all billionaires now. I think they had all made their first billion within the first two years. It’s a remarkable success story.”
“I guess I am missing whatever you’re going to expose them for.”
“That’s a little more involved. There’s this super secret thing that they might possibly be doing, but no one is really sure yet. It’s a rumor that’s been floating around for a long time. As of today, we don’t have any evidence to support our claims, but what we’re trying to dig up some information on is the allegation that they have an auction room that is super exclusive to clients who have the money. Sara, people are saying that they auction off virgins.”
Sara made a face and nodded her head. “Yeah, I’ve heard that.”
I looked at her aghast. “Well hell, maybe you need to write this story then.”
She shook her head. “Nah, you know me. I can handle the most complicated tax forms the government can come up with, but I can hardly string a sentence together on paper.”
I rolled my eyes at my roommate. She was smarter than she gave herself credit for, even of the things she didn’t think she was very good at.
“I guess there’s just one other small detail about this that I should tell you. Pete Wilson…he’s the same Pete Wilson that did…you know…that thing I told you about. What happened to me in college.”
It took a moment for Sara to comprehend what I was saying to her, but when it finally dawned on her what I meant, her mouth fell open. “No fucking way.”
I nodded. “Yeah, it’s him.”
She took a moment to regain her composure. She was one of the few people I had told about the incident outside of the people who knew about it when it happened. It had been embarrassing enough to deal with back then, but if possible I would have liked to leave it all in the past. Somehow, once when we were having a discussion about our deepest hurts and the things that we were most afraid of, it came up in conversation. That was the thing about the whole event—it left such a deep emotional scar that went beyond the act. Now, because of what had happened to me back then, there were certain things I could not help but be a little afraid of. First dates, for one thing, had a way of really throwing me off kilter. You don’t go on a fake first date and get over it quickly. I wasn’t one to play a victim. I knew though that what had been done to me wasn’t normal and it was the sort of thing t
hat stuck with a person. I had experienced it first hand and I would never judge a person who felt threatened by a situation because of something they had experienced in the past. Sara knew and she had been very kind to me when I told her. No more questions about going on first dates. She was one of the few people who I was able to confide this to and over the years as we had lived together after college she had been able to help me overcome so much of what had plagued me in the aftermath.
“I just don’t know how you can bear to be around him, Penny.” The words came finally, slow and steady.
I nodded. “I know. It’s the craziest coincidence ever and I think there was a time when I would have run from this. No, I know for certain. Probably even just a couple of years ago. You know how I was. It’s not like I thought about what happened every single day, but I would say that some aspect of what he did to me came up in my daily life. There were always reminders. You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do.”
I took a deep breath. “I don’t want you to think I’m losing my mind here, and I understand if you think the motivation might invite a little bad karma—I just really think that being involved in this story, showing people what this club is really about, how they are exploiting women and their sexuality…getting them to sell their virginity to the highest bidder…once I am able to get the story out, I feel like I will really be able to put Pete Wilson behind me. It’s like the universe decided to reach out and hand me a gift.”
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