The Club

by Sophie Starr

  “Your father must have been proud.”

  He shakes his head. “He was not. He imagined I would run the business like he had.” He turns onto my street without me directing him.

  “My father has never been proud of me either,” I scoff. “He wanted grandchildren. That is all.”

  He lowers his face, looking at me with a sideways glance. “We have to be who we are, not who they want us to be.”

  It makes me smile, a true and honest-to-God smile.

  He stops in front of my building. I look at him, puzzled at who he has become as the night has worn on. “Thank you for tonight. It was fun, Mr. Bennett.”

  “Back to the last name, are we?” He winces, reaching for my hand and lifting it in the air. When he presses his lips to the back of my hand I shudder. I know that kiss. But he doesn't give me a chance to recall where I know him from. He nods, stepping back and releasing me from his charms. “I had a good time tonight as well, Ms. Edwards.”

  I glance back at the building. “How did you know where I lived?”

  “It is a smaller city than you know.” He bows once, turns, and walks away, leaving me to stare after him, puzzled and intrigued all at once.

  “Good evening, Ms. Edwards.” George has the door when I turn.

  The smile stuck on my face stays for our greeting. “Good evening, George. How are you?”

  He nods. “Well, ma’am.”

  “Have a lovely night.” I wave as I walk to catch the elevator up to my floor.

  “You as well.”

  The entire ride up, one question burns through me: why the hell does he have to be my client?

  6

  George opens the cab door for me. “Good evening, Ms. Edwards. There is another parcel for you.”

  “You’re sure?” Dread fills me. I haven’t received my divorce papers yet, and I desperately don't want to see them, even if I have to face the facts. If I’m really lucky maybe Evan will have stuck one of his ultrasound photos of the baby in them.

  He opens the door to the building for me and follows me to the desk. He looks for a moment behind the desk before lifting a box like the first one. It’s a dress box for sure. My insides burn with something I wish I could label fear or anxiety but it’s mostly excitement. The idea of the entire evening being spent with reckless abandon is stimulating and racy, but only for a moment. “Is there a return address?”

  He shakes his head, squinting and looking at the box. “Nothing but your name.”

  I sigh, taking it from him and turning toward the elevator. Apparently, my text to cancel my membership at Club Sin wasn't well received. I can’t help but wonder if maybe I can just wait for the woman in black to come and hand her back the card and the box, explaining my lack of interest.

  In the elevator the box makes me feel a bit dirty. I know there’s going to be a mask and something fitting for being pawed and getting too drunk. When the doors open I run to my apartment, shoving my door open and throwing the box down. I close the door with my back and lean against it.

  I agree not to open the box. It’s mental and not the strongest of agreements I have made with myself.

  The phone rings, distracting me. I step over the sordid white box, lifting the phone off the counter. “Hello?” There is silence for a moment. I say it again. “Hello?”

  “Hi, Hannah.” It’s Evan.

  I gag a little bit. “What?”

  He’s silent again for a moment before speaking softly. “I haven’t received my alimony payments yet, and when I spoke to the lawyer he said you hadn’t filled out the necessary paperwork. He sent you some forms to sign to ensure we don't have to be the ones to discuss it.”

  I glance at the manila envelope on my counter, slumping a little spiritually. “I have signed them and sent them off. He should have them any day.” I pause for a moment, desperate to rein my hate in but it doesn't work. “Have you found a better job yet? One more suitable for a man about to have a kid?” He is the hipster joke, only in the flesh. I used to think his little songs were sweet. Now I see just what Logan was talking about. Finding someone like Logan or me is hard work. Finding a cute piece of ass is simple.

  “No, I actually cut my hours a bit. We can make it on my income alone for the year so we can both bond with the baby. It’s good for the dad and mom to both be part of their life, equally.”

  I shudder. “Your income?”

  He chuckles. I know he is fucking loving this. “My alimony and the buyout of our marital assets. It’s going to be enough to get me through the year. I’ll look for work when she turns one.”

  I gag again. “She?”

  “We just found out. We’re having a girl.”

  I don't have anything to add to it. “Let me know if he doesn't receive the paperwork.” I don't wait for him to respond. I hang up and lean against the wall. The white box in my peripheral is calling to me. A night of reckless fun, just a night. Just enough of something sinful to make the ache and longing leave my soul. I grab the fucking manila envelope, tearing it open and fill out the information. I want to burn the documents but I know the ramifications of that rage. I am not that girl. I am not vengeful and I am not irresponsible. Hence the reason we have money in the first place. I stuff the paperwork back into the envelope and dial the front desk.

  “George, can you come and get this envelope. I need it mailed out ASAP, please.” I hang up the phone and stare at the white box on the floor. The idea of someone besides my trusty vibrator touching my vagina makes me tingle inside. The dark-blue eyes. The handsome smile. The soft kiss. The intensity.

  It all starts coming back to me. Logan and the way his mouth landed on my hand and the way he smirked when he said my name for the first time. Could it be? Would he know who I was or not?

  The knock at the door startles me. I jump, taking the envelope to the door. I hand him the envelope, almost rudely and nod. “Thank you, George.”

  I close the door again, feeling as if the box is creeping closer or becoming larger somehow. I back away from it, getting closer to the kitchen. I grab the bottle of Grey Goose from the freezer and pull the cork. Drinking it back, straight from the bottle, I process the entire possibility the man in the mask was Logan Bennett and what that means for me—and my vagina.

  Oh God!

  Logan Bennett has touched my vagina!

  Hasn't he?

  Sweat starts to trickle down the sides of my face as I contemplate it all, not actually upset by the fact he was the man in the mask, but more disturbed by the fact I begged him for sex. I slide down the kitchen wall, staring at the white box like it is a murder weapon or a dead body. The Grey Goose slides down my throat, cooling me off but making my head spin a little.

  I cork it back up, placing it on the floor and crawl to the box. I might officially be having the worst day in history.

  When I reach the box, my hands take over, ripping the white cardboard open—shaking as I do it. Again the open box reveals a small envelope, a plain deep-purple mask, and a dress. All of which are wrapped in pretty purple paper.

  The dress is like nothing I have ever seen. It’s black silk with a V so deep down the back of it, I dare say my ass crack will show. It’s on the slim side and very light, like a negligee.

  Slipping the fabric between my fingers causes my nipples to start to poke through my shirt. The idea of him grazing my skin through this dress is something I would desire even if I didn't know it was Logan. The fabric is so soft I would let just about anyone touch me in it.

  But the fact I know it’s him, I feel more inspired to go. I tell myself a thousand lies. I want to go so that I can see him again and make him want me and make him beg, but then turn him away the way he did me. Even if I am not a vengeful girl, the idea of giving him a taste of his own medicine makes me hot. I want to play this game with him. I want to cat and mouse about the room.

  And most importantly I want to win.

  I get ready quickly, doing the exact same routine as last time. First t
he plucking followed up by a quick shave. My wax job has managed to last. I put my hair up in a French twist and put my face on. I go for dramatic and theatrical, rather than pretty. The peacock coloring of the makeup looks stunning when I add the mask.

  I slip the silky dress over my naked body, not adding a bra or underwear, and pause to look at myself in the mirror. The dress almost exposes my breasts with the side boob. The back dips as low as I feared, right to the crack of my ass. You can just see the dip at the top of my ass. That isn’t exactly the way I want to be seen, but this time I am going with a mission in mind. How could I have been so slow and dim witted as to not realize it was Logan? When he came into my office I should have recognized him right away. Drinking too much might have been the reason I lost him in the haze that first night.

  The note is the only thing left to do, so I read it quickly before looking at the time.

  Dear Ms. Edwards,

  We are ecstatic you wish to join us again on our endeavor to find pleasure amongst a sea of anonymity. Please note that there will not be anyone to escort you as this is your second time joining us. A car will be waiting for you at nine o’clock sharp.

  Sincerely,

  LB

  LB huh? Logan Bennett. I am thick.

  Just as the note says, the car is waiting for me when I get downstairs. George gets the door for me, smiling at my outfit. I am grateful he only sees the trench coat and not what’s underneath it.

  I hurry out to the driver waiting for me. He doesn't speak, just closes the door as I get in. Again the wall is closed between the driver and me.

  He starts the car, driving only a block before opening the divider between us. He smiles at me in the rearview mirror. His face is chubby. He’s an older gentleman with gray hair and wrinkles. “There’s some champagne, please help yourself.” He closes the divider and again I am alone with my thoughts. I open the small bar, finding a small bottle of champagne chilling. It has been corked for me so I open it and pour it into the crystal glass next to it in the bar. Mentally I remind myself not to get trashed this time. I need to stay alert so I can drive Logan as wild as he did me. We don't drive out of town like we did last time. This time we drive across the bridge, but instead of heading for the outskirts of the city, we head for a building in Brooklyn. I don't know it; I don't cross the bridge as often as one would expect.

  He stops at a bar actually. It’s quite odd for me to be dressed the way I am and to be going into a public bar. He opens the door, taking my glass and helping me from the car. I realize instantly I am far drunker than I intended to be. I glance back at the glass, cocking an eyebrow. “Is that champagne drugged?”

  “Enhanced,” he grins, chuckling slightly. “Are you feeling the effects too heavily?”

  I shake my head but he steps in closer, whispering, “If you are unwell you may get back into the car.”

  “I think I’m okay, but thank you for caring.” I wobble back a bit. He tips his hat and walks back to his door to get in.

  When I stumble inside of the bar door, I realize instantly I am in the right place. It’s overly crowded with people all wearing masks and doing the same thing as last time. Only this time it’s a dance club, like a real bar and the music is a DJ. Everyone is a writhing sea of touching, kissing, and grinding their bodies into other people. A man thrusts, making a woman quiver from the table where she is sitting with her legs around him. I believe they are actually having sex, but for whatever reason I don't care. I’m not offended by the jerking of his ass as he fills her.

  Instead, I roam the club, slipping my trench coat off, letting it fall to one arm, and walk into the crowd as the music begins to own me. The flashing of the lights and the darkness of the room make the movements appear more like a seizure. You only get a small flash of the movement before it’s dark again in between light flashes or flares.

  The room spins as I make it to the bar, finding an empty spot to wave at the bartender from. He points at me. “You!”

  I look behind me, scowling. I only just sat down and already it’s my turn. I open my mouth to order but he hands me a drink, winking.

  I sniff it, wondering if it’s also drugged and if that's why I can’t recall much in the way of decision making from the last time I was with this crowd.

  It smells like a cosmo, so I tip it back and down the drink.

  The girl next to me leans in, using me as a stabilizer. Her fingers grip to my arm as she parts her ruby-red lips in ecstasy.

  I glance down at the man under the bar with his head buried between her thighs. His hand jerks slightly between her legs as she shudders, maintaining her grip on me. She glances at me, leaning closer. The beads of sweat are formed perfectly on her slightly freckled nose. She kisses me hard, sliding her watermelon tasting tongue into my mouth. I don't want to kiss her, not while a man sucks her pussy but my body disagrees with my mind. I linger, letting her suck my lips, leaving her lipstick on me.

  Suddenly a pair of hands pull me back on the stool. I stumble but am lifted from the ground before I can fall. When I turn I see him, the same black mask and dark-blue eyes from last time. Even the suit is the same. He picks me up and carries me to a dark hallway. He smells just as he did the last time I saw him, at the bar with Bec.

  He pulls me into him, sliding me down his torso to the floor. “It’s you,” I mutter, knowing full well who he is.

  “So it is.” That velvety voice is none other than Logan—I would know him anywhere. The drugs try to lie. They try to convince me there are small differences. But I can see him plain enough to know the lies from the truth.

  His fingers lift, lightly tracing the silky fabric over my bare nipples. Shivers race up and down me, making my pussy twitch with want and need. He traces the fabric for several seconds, lightly pinching and flicking until a soft moan escapes my lips. It’s then his face descends upon mine. He kisses, sucking the random lady’s lipstick from my lips and biting at just the right moment.

  His belt buckle and the movement of his other hand happen somewhere in the background. I know the noise and the feel but I hardly register it. His hands lift the fabric of my dress, making it slide across my body in cool waves. I think it’s his fingers dipping between my thighs to find the moisture of my soaked pussy.

  But it’s the wide girth of a sizeable cock poking its head between my lips. He runs it back and forth, dragging the ridge of his cock head across my clit. I jump from the touching of the overly excited and sensitive spot. He doesn't grind but uses my pussy to stroke his cock. I have forgotten about my plan as a soft whimper falls from my lips. “Fuck me.”

  He instantly comes to life, spinning me around so I can see the club before us from the dark hallway but chances are they can’t see me, not in the flashes. I hear a wrapper but before I can even blink he shoves his thick cock inside of me. I am thrust forward as he enters me from behind but his large hand wraps around my stomach, holding me back to him and arching my ass out so he can enter me better.

  “I am going to make you scream in public,” he mutters into my ear as he thrusts again. His body fills mine to the brink of losing my mind but pulls me back from there as he rubs all the right places. His hand draped across my abs holds me tightly to him while his free hand circles my nipple through the thin, cool fabric.

  The reality of being fucked in a public place hits me hard as I start working myself over his thick rod. Every time he impales me I push back to meet the force of it, my body spreading to accommodate him. I reach out wildly, grabbing to a pipe on the wall as he drives in harder and harder, repeating the very same stroke, one that could drive me to madness. He doesn't even flinch at the constant pace being kept as the ridges of his cock stroke the recesses of my pussy.

  I glance down as suddenly a mop of red hair lowers in front of me. My dress is lifted and my thrusting pussy bared as the stranger’s soft lips land on me. She licks my clit, suckling from me. He slows his thrusts, accommodating the girl between my legs. She flicks and sucks with war
m kisses until between them both I am on the edge, the brink of madness.

  My body starts to twitch and spasm as his cock forces an explosion from me. She licks faster, grinding her face into my pulsating clit. I come all over him.

  He pulls out, grabbing the girl from the floor. He drags off his unspent condom, and puts on another. His dark-blue eyes meet mine as a sexy rage overtakes him. “Lie down on your back.” I don't hesitate. I lie back on the floor, ignoring my desire to check it first. He pushes the girl to her knees, dropping to his behind her. He shoves her face into my pussy again and he enters her. I can tell from the face they both make he is entering her anally. She winces, grunting slightly as she takes him all in. He does the same but his hands grab at her in a way that looks like it might hurt. She slips a couple fingers inside of me, pounding at a much faster rate than he is inside of her ass. Lying there on my elbows, I close my eyes and let it all be too much. There is no other way to deal with it. The dimmed lights hide the sin just as the flashes try to make us see the wrong we are doing.

  But I don't care. I don't want to see. I want to feel. Hands grab at me as my dress is shifted to the side. Hot mouths cover my desperate nipples. She pulls from me, replacing her slim fingers with something much thicker. It slides into me, working its way in. I can feel the hardness of it and assume it’s a dildo. A second one is placed inside of my ass, slowly until it all fits. The two are worked, pumping at the same time. As teeth bite down on my nipples I orgasm a second time, gripping with both my anus and pussy. The level of ecstasy is overwhelming. Just when I don't think I can take a single second more, I am rolled onto my side. I look back as the other people from our small group leave and it’s just Logan and me.

  “It’s just a night, darling. Let’s make it count.” He grins, pulling the dildo from my ass slowly but leaving the extremely fat one in my pussy. He lifts a fresh condom from his pocket. He pulls it on and pushes his cockhead against the rim of my asshole. I don't have a second to argue the fact I am an anal virgin. He presses himself in slowly, letting my body adjust to the width. He jerks the dildo in and out of me, double penetrating me. I have a fantasy about this, adding it to the public sex is like icing on the pervert cake. He rides my ass, squeezing my cheeks and lazily pulling and pushing until finally he comes with several hard thrusts.