The Club 3: Waxed (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Suzy Shearer

  She parked alongside Val’s car and before she could grab her bag, he was at her side. He kissed her hello, took her bag and led her inside.

  “I missed you today. Come, let me show you around.”

  The front room that he took her to first overlooked the valley and had been remodelled. It now had full floor-to-ceiling windows, and the floors were polished wood. There were a couple of comfortable looking sofas and a low table. She loved it and the view was marvellous. He took her into the kitchen and it looked like a disaster area.

  “Still working on this.” He grinned.

  Erin could see that it would be lovely when finished. One wall had a large window overlooking the backyard with the sink and a long bench placed there. There was a large chef’s oven and stove on another wall with another large bench. Most of the cupboards had been gutted. The fridge was pushed against another wall. There was a large island bench. He opened a door and told Erin that it was previously a mudroom, but he was going to use it as a big pantry as he had moved the back door to another part of the house. Erin felt envious. She would love to be able to cook in it when it was finished.

  “I’m surprised it is so large, and with the big pantry, too.”

  “I love to cook. Figured I may as well indulge in things I like doing.”

  He took her hand. “Come and see the bedroom.” He leered at her. She grinned back and followed him down a hallway to a large, airy room. There was a large four-poster bed and a tallboy as well as a sofa, and there was a large walk-in wardrobe. It was truly a lovely room. The windows were all stained glass and the floors polished wood. It would be wonderful to wake up there and look through the windows at the trees.

  “I managed to save most of the windows. Still have a few more, so I will put them in some of the other rooms.”

  He opened a door and ushered her into a large bathroom. There was a big spa tub and a double shower. He grinned and asked her if she felt like getting clean after her hard day at the office.

  “Mmm…are you suggesting I need a wash, Sir?”

  “Oh yes. And I definitely need to wash your back.”

  Erin looked provocatively over her shoulder at him. “I think my front might need a wash, too.”

  He laughed and went to grab her, but she danced out of his reach and began unbuttoning her blouse. When he went to move to her, she shook her fingers at him. Once the buttons were all undone, she pulled the blouse off and threw it at him. He caught it and then tossed it aside. She wriggled out of her pants and turned around, wiggling her bottom at him. With her back to him, she reached round and undid her bra, tossing it to the side. Then she grabbed the waist on her panties, slowly drawing them down her legs. She bent forward as she dragged them down to her ankles, and knowing he could see her wet pussy, she spread her legs apart.

  She peeked between her legs and saw Val dragging his clothes off without taking his eyes off her slit. She gave a wriggle as she lifted one foot, then the other. Picking up her panties, she then stood and threw them, landing them onto his hard cock. He groaned as she laughed and opened the shower door, beckoning him in.

  “Woman, the things you do to me. I don’t think I will ever get enough of you.” He bent his head to kiss her passionately, then turned on the shower. He picked up the soap and turned Erin around so her back was to him. He nipped her shoulder then began to rub the soap across her shoulders and back. Slowly, he ran his soapy hands down her back, rubbing between her cheeks. She pushed back on his hand as he ran his fingers toward her clit. He turned her to face him and began massaging her glorious tits.

  Groaning, he whispered, “Your tits, my god I love them, so full, so delicious.” He took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping it. Erin gave a gasp and he began to pull at the other. She put her hand over his, so he placed it on her tit while he dropped his hand to rub between her legs.

  “Pull your nipple,” he groaned. “Harder. I love watching you.” Erin obliged him and twisted, pulling her nipple and squeezing her tit, her eyes half-closed. “Don’t stop.”

  He knelt down in front of her and lifted one leg onto his shoulder, leant in and began to lick across her clit until it hardened. He pushed his tongue into her pussy, tasting how sweet she was. Using his tongue as a cock, he pushed in and out of her cunt, her juices flowing more and more with each thrust of it. He rubbed her clit at the same time and used his other hand to push a finger into her anus. He could hear Erin panting, feel her pushing against his fingers and tongue when suddenly she screamed his name and he was rewarded with a burst of honey on his tongue. He felt her legs shaking as he continued to lick her, so he removed her leg from his shoulder then stood, holding her so she would not fall.

  Val loved looking at her face after she came. She was flushed, smiling and softly panting. A woman not afraid to show her pleasure. He loved that about her. Now they were getting used to each other, she was not afraid to say what she wanted or to take it. Val thought that was why he enjoyed this woman in her forties. She was confident in herself and who she was. Erin would always show her enjoyment with him.

  She leant into his arms, running her hands across his back and dipping her head to pull on one of the rings in his nipple with her teeth.

  “I want to suck you off, I want you to come in my mouth,” she said seductively as she moved down his body. Val did not intend to stop her as he felt her tongue swirling its way downwards. She settled on her knees and looked up at him, a mischievous grin on her face. He gave a start when she drew one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue. Val gripped her hair, knowing he could easily lose control but not caring. He felt her hand grasping the bottom of his shaft and the other holding the swollen weight of his other ball while her tongue was doing magical things.

  She popped his ball from her mouth, then drew the other in. She gave it the same treatment before popping it out, too. Then she began to lick the top of his cock, inserting her tongue between the skin and his piercing. He pulled her hair tighter as she slowly drew his cock into her mouth. He felt her gag a little as it pushed against the back of her throat, but then she relaxed her muscles and took it deeper. Val tried to stop her. He did not want to come yet, but then she began thrusting her mouth on and off his cock. He grabbed her head and pushed her harder onto it. She took it each time, then she began to drone deep in her throat. With the thrusting and the vibration, Val could hold back no longer. He pushed his cock in hard, held it there, and came. She drank his salty sweetness, sucking his cock dry until it was his turn to feel weak in the knees.

  Val helped Erin to her feet and they both helped each other wash before turning off the water. He grabbed a towel and rubbed her dry, then himself. She wrapped a towel around her wet hair, turban-fashion, and walked into the bedroom. Val followed, his towel hanging around his hips.

  “Want to go out for dinner, or would you like to play in the kitchen with me?” He winked at her.

  “Mmm…think I might try option number two. What did you have in mind?”

  “I make a mean sweet chili stir-fry. You can be my sous chef.”

  “Ha, you just want to order me to do your bidding!”

  Val wiggled his eyebrows. “Exactly, woman.” He grabbed a pair of loose pants and pulled them on while Erin dragged on a loose, long T-shirt. She went to pull on a pair of panties when Val grabbed her hand.

  “Stay like that. I love knowing you are naked under that shirt.”

  She giggled but did not bother wearing anything else, much to his pleasure. They walked into the kitchen and he grabbed ingredients from the fridge and set her chopping and slicing while he watched.

  “Hey, what do you do?”

  “I supervise.” She glared at him, but he grabbed a tit and squeezed it, making her almost drop the knife.

  “Look out, I have a knife in my hand. You never know where it may end up.” She waved it in his direction and his put his hands in the air and stepped back. He heated a wok and rummaged in the fridge for chili jam a
nd fresh chilies.

  “Do you like food hot, or very hot?”

  “Bring it on, baby. I can handle whatever you dish up.” He grinned at her and chopped two chilies. He boiled water, added it to a bowl with rice noodles, and began cooking some thin chicken strips. Erin passed over the vegetables she had sliced and he directed her to where to find plates and cutlery. When all was cooked, he dished out two bowls full and they took them into the front living room to sit on the sofa together and eat.

  It was pleasant to eat and look out at the growing darkness. They talked about their childhoods, why they had never married and their hopes for the future. Val told her he had never met a woman who saw through his looks to the man underneath. Erin told him that she had never met a man who respected her and could satisfy both her submissive and dominant sides. They skirted around their growing feelings for each other, but it was there.

  Val wondered if it was too soon to tell Erin that he was in love with her. He recalled that Erin had said she loved him the other night at the Club, but he was not sure if that was just something that she cried in the heat of passion.

  He was reluctant to tell her in case she did not really feel the same about him. To be honest, he would love to ask her to live with him. He knew it was too soon to ask her to marry him. Although, for him, he knew she would be the only woman he would ever love. Erin had her head on his shoulder. Val was rubbing his hand across her leg, slowly getting higher and higher.

  “I wish I had some toys here, think I will have to go shopping for us,” he whispered.

  Erin shifted her legs apart. “Yes,” she said breathlessly, “I want to fuck your arse with a dildo.” Val grinned at her.

  Shyly, she whispered, “It was so erotic when Antony fucked you the other night. I only wish you were fucking me at the same time.”

  Val groaned as that image filled his head. He had enjoyed being bisexual, but found many women turned off by the fact. Instead, Erin was turned on by it.

  “I am sure we can arrange that, but in the meantime, I need to do something now.”

  He pulled the T-shirt off Erin, gripping her tits in his hands. He twisted her nipples until she gasped.

  “Wait here.” He raced from the room and returned with some clothes pegs. Grinning wickedly, he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked on it until it was hard then, pushed the peg onto it. He did the same to the other and was delighted with Erin’s groans.

  He flicked one with his fingers and she moaned even louder. “Fuck, Val, oh…fuck.” He squeezed on one and she screamed.

  Kneeling in front of her, he spread her legs wide and his tongue dove into her cunt. She was so wet. He used a finger to moisten her arse so he could push a finger into it. Erin was writhing on his tongue as he pumped another finger into her tight hole. He reached up and pushed on one of the pegs, tightening it even more. Erin lost control, and began to scream more. He push a third finger into her arse, sucked hard on her clit, nibbling at it as he felt her muscles spasm, and then erupt.

  He watched her face as she came. Her heart racing, she was flushed with half-closed eyes. He released one peg and she tensed, so he sucked on her tit until she relaxed, then he released the other, taking care of it the same way. Erin had thrown her head back, resting it on the back of the sofa, trying to get her pulse rate back to normal.

  Val went to wash, came back to clean Erin, and then sat alongside her. She opened her eyes and grinned at him. “I shall never look at a clothes peg the same way again.”

  He laughed and leant to kiss her. Somehow the kiss burst into flame and they were tongue wrestling. Erin dropped one hand to rub Val’s cock. She felt him moan in her mouth as she began stroking it, paying carefully attention to his piercing. She pushed him back against the sofa and straddled him, feeding his cock into her cunt. He held her cheeks as she rode him, pushing one finger into her arse. He tried to match her thrusts as he felt himself about to come. Erin pushed down hard onto his cock, getting it as deep into her cunt as she could, and wriggled. That did it for Val.

  Erin felt him spurt deep in her, so she pumped a couple more times until she felt her own climax grab his cock and milk it dry.

  They lay together in satisfaction until Val helped her stand. He took her to his room and laid her on the bed. Getting a cloth, he cleaned her, then himself, before tucking her under the blankets. He climbed in alongside her and gathered her in his arms.

  “I have to leave early in the morning, but I will meet you in the Club around seven. Is that okay with you?”

  “Definitely. I am looking forward to it.” He kissed her forehead.

  “I could get very used to having you in my bed, Ms. Gale.”

  “Could you Mr. Miller? Mmm…I think I would like that.” She snuggled in closer to him and they drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Eight

  Val left early in the morning, kissing her good-bye when he went. She stayed in bed for another hour, then showered and dressed. He had left a note on the table, with a flower from the garden, telling her how much he loved being with her and that he would see her at the Club around seven. Erin tucked the flower into her hair, made a coffee, and then left for work. She was looking forward to returning to the Club that night after the fun from the last time they had been there.

  * * * *

  It was seven thirty, and Erin had changed and decided to wear a corset underneath her little black dress. She could wear stockings and her fuck-me heels that she knew Val loved. She drove herself to the Club and signed in. Val was meeting her in the bar, so she perched herself on a stool and talked to Stuart behind the bar when Veronica, an unattached switch, came over and sat alongside her.

  She asked about Val. Erin knew that Veronica was after any man who looked good. She had a reputation for preferring looks to personality, although she was genuine in her need for a partner. Stuart was standing nearby listening to them.

  “So, tell me all about Val. Is he as good a lover as he handsome?”

  “Sorry, Veronica, I don’t kiss and tell.” Erin smiled to take the sting out of her words, but she felt uncomfortable.

  “Yes, but you have to agree is he very attractive.”

  “Yes, he is very attractive, I agree.” Erin wished Val would hurry. She hated the way Veronica was pumping her for information about Val. Yes, he was very attractive, but for Erin, it was the man himself. She loved the little things he did for her. The way he made her laugh. Who cared what he looked like?

  “So, do you like how all the rest of us envy you? I mean, look at him. He is like a god. Tall, dark and oh, so handsome. Bet you love having him on your arm.”

  “Yes, he is attractive.” This was getting ridiculous. Why on earth couldn’t Veronica see that he was a man not just some pin-up boy?

  “You know we are all so envious. We look at you and are really jealous. You do know that, don’t you, Erin?”

  Val walked quickly into the bar and saw Erin. She had her back to him and was talking to a woman he did not know. When he got closer, he heard her speaking.

  “…I know other women are jealous and look at me enviously…”

  Val felt a knife twist in his stomach. He had thought that Erin loved him for who he was, not what he looked like. It was just how it used to be when he had women falling over themselves to get his attention. He felt sick. He turned and walked out.

  Stuart saw Val come in, then turn and walk away. He thought it very strange.

  “…but I honestly don’t care what he looks like. He could be the ugliest man on earth and I would still love him. He is such an interesting man, so caring, so kind and considerate. Looks are not everything, Veronica. Maybe you should look beyond them and then perhaps you will meet someone nice.”

  Stuart leaned in and said, “Excuse me, Erin. I just saw Val. He has gone back out to the foyer.”

  “He did? That’s strange.” She jumped off the stool, said good-bye to Veronica and walked quickly out to the entrance. There was no sign of Val, so she asked
the door attendant if he knew where he had gone.

  “Strange, Miss. He came in, then went into the main Club and came back out a few minutes later. He left.”

  “He left? But I don’t understand.” Erin was puzzled. What had happened?

  She did not have his number, so she went back into the main Club to see if she could find any of his friends. Stuart told her that Paul, Lisa, and Fleur were in the Blue lounge, so she rushed in there.

  “Do you know if anything is wrong with Val?”

  “No, what do you mean? Why?”

  “I was to meet him here tonight, at the bar. I was just in there talking to Veronica and Stuart, when Stuart told me him came in and then walked out. When I went out to the entrance, I found out he left.”

  They all looked confused. Paul spoke up. “You mean he came and then left straight away without talking to you?”

  “Yes. I don’t understand.” Erin was close to tears. She thought something must have happened to him.

  “I don’t have his phone number to call and ask if he is all right. Do you have it, Paul?”

  “Yeah, sure. Come out the front with me and I will give it to you. It’s on my phone.”

  Erin followed Paul out to the foyer and raced in to grab her purse and phone while Paul got his.

  “Here you are. Are you going to ring him now? I hope he isn’t ill.”

  Erin nodded and dialled the number. After a few rings, Val answered.

  “Hello.”

  “Val, it’s me, Erin. Are you okay?”

  “Oh…Erin.” There was silence for a minute then Val said, “Um…sorry, something has come up. I won’t be coming in to the Club tonight, won’t be there for a while. Um…look. I’ll…ring you sometime, maybe.” With those few words, he hung up. Erin was shocked. He seemed so distant, and he had lied.