by Vivian Ward
Instead of confronting her while she’s taking care of the members, I make my way into the voyeur room and watch a few of the most prominent members fuck one of the wives. She’s a hot little number; she resembles Marilyn Monroe with her styled blonde hair and pouty red lips.
Her husband and three other men take turns on thoroughly fucking all of her holes. The smile on her face and her erect nipples tell everyone who’s participating—and watching—that she’s enjoying the hell out of herself.
My cock begins to swell beneath my trousers as I think of Ally being in her place, sharing her with other men as we all give her equal pleasure—and maybe a bit of pain.
I’d like to see her in that position. The thought of it causes pre-cum to begin beading up on my tip. I should feel pathetic that the mere thought of having her anyway I can makes my body react this way, but I don’t. It makes me downright fucking horny, and I can’t take it anymore. Instead of watching, I decide to participate.
Walking into the room with the others, a few sets of eyes land on me, and one of the wives motions for me to come over and join in the fun. Her name is Scarlet and, like a lot of the other members, she and her husband are new to the club. Her jaded eyes blink quickly, batting her eyes at me as she licks her lips.
Riding her husband’s cock while she sits on his lap, his chest against her back, she reaches forward and grabs hold of my zipper, slowly lowering it; yet, never taking her eyes off of me. Smiling at her, I give a nod, granting her unspoken access to my cock, which she eagerly takes.
Her soft, pouty lips wrap around the head of my cock as she pulls my entire shaft into her mouth. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel her tongue working along the bottom of my cock, slowly trailing its way to the base. Unfortunately, she has horrible gag reflexes and begins to choke on it when I try to slide it down the back of her throat.
Such an amateur. She’ll have to learn how to deep throat cocks if she ever wants to make it in a club like this or she’ll end up puking everywhere, embarrassing herself and her husband.
But, like a gentleman, I pull back, allowing her a few seconds of recovery time and let her work at her own pace. Gripping the back of her head, I watch her ride her husband, his cock pistoning in and out of her, as her tongue strokes my dick. I close my eyes and try to concentrate, but the moment I do that, all I can picture is Ally.
Her eyes fixate on me, those big chocolate stars staring right at me, melting every ounce she can while the devil herself works her magical tongue along every ridge my shaft has to offer. I glance down and get a good glimpse of her cleavage, watching it bounce and sway as she gets fucked from behind.
My cock begins to pulsate as I feel her delicate fingers wrap around my ass, pulling me deeper into her throat. Feeling my tip ricochet off of her tonsils, I can no longer stop myself from coming undone and come down the back of her throat. Wave after warm wave of my seed trickles down her throat and she swallows every last drop.
When I look down, I realize I have a handful of Scarlet’s hair wrapped tightly around my extremely pale knuckles. It’s only then that I can finally feel my fingernails cutting into my palm, burning the flesh as it slices through several layers.
Slightly embarrassed at the brutal assault that I just unleashed on one of the club’s newest members, I make an ill attempt to straighten her hair as I offer a weak apology and hand her my handkerchief to tidy her makeup; though, it’s sincere.
“T-thank you,” she says, not quite sure what to make of what just happened.
Tucking my shirt back into my zipped pants, I begin to fasten them and excuse myself.
Get it the fuck together, Kaswell. What are you doing to these girls? Why are you behaving this way?
I know the answer. It starts with an ‘A’ and ends with a ‘y’, but I can’t continue going on like this. It’ll ruin my reputation, and possibly even the club. I make a vow to never sleep with another girl until I get Ally out of my system. Not even Valerie or Brooke. If I can get this carried away in public, I’d hate to see what I would do in private.
Heading down the hall, I make my way out to the main area of the club and see that many of the members have already gone home; although, several couples are still playing and hanging out. Jenna is standing behind the bar, polishing glasses but Ally is nowhere to be seen.
“Where’s your help?” I ask, gazing up at the clock.
She offers a shrug, one of her suspender straps fall off her shoulder. “I don’t know. I’m not her keeper,” she mumbles.
“Did she go home? Is she on break? You’ve got to know where she left,” I say.
“I think she might be taking a break, but I’m not really sure.”
“Thanks,” I grumble. It’s so important that I find her so that I can talk to her about the NDA for the club; although, I wish she were signing a different type of NDA—a more personal one.
Walking behind the bar, I notice that her coat and purse are still there which means that she didn’t leave or go outside. Going in search of her, I wonder if maybe she’s not wiping down some of the rooms. I’ve seen her wandering eyes scoping out the place the past week that she’s worked here, but that’s normal for new people. Once everyone gets down here, they all wonder what goes on in a place like this. It’s probably harder for my employees since they are never allowed to play in the club. Their paperwork states it in the NDA that they sign.
Checking room to room, I poke my head into all of the rooms with open doors. The only time that doors are shut is when they’re occupied, so I skip over those rooms. By the time I get to the end of the hallway, I still haven’t found her but when I look into the voyeur room, my breath catches as I spot her near the two-way mirror.
Chapter 10
Ally
I’m so glad that Colton isn’t here tonight. I thought for sure that he would be in the club because he is almost every night, but maybe he had other plans.
Come to think of it, I wonder what other plans he would have, or why he doesn’t ever have any plans? All he does is hang around the club. You’d think he’d be out on dates or at home relaxing. It makes me wonder if he’s not a workaholic. He never leaves any of his businesses except to sleep, and if he does, it’s because he’s on a business trip. Maybe the club allows him the only down time that he gets.
I’ve been trying to figure out why he’s single. I mean, I guess he can be if he wants because of his money and looks, but you’d think some woman would have tried to tie him down already. Or at least if he settled down, he’d have a woman to go home to at the end of the day and wouldn’t have to be at work all the time.
I know that I get tired of the other side of the bed always being cold at night. There’s never anyone to cuddle up to or hold, and the no sex thing sucks but I take care of myself when I need to—which has been happening a lot this past week since I’ve been working for Colton.
I’m not sure if it’s working around all the sex and smelling all the pheromones, or if it’s being around Colton with that dark, seductive look in his eyes, but my sex drive has been through the roof! I stopped at the store to pick up deodorant this morning and grabbed a fresh pack of batteries just in case I need them. The ones in my toys are at least three years old and are probably pretty close to being wore down at this point.
Couple have been going in and out of the private rooms all night. I’m sort of jealous of how they get to go in there, have all the fun in the world, and then walk out holding each other, smiling. I want that.
No, I need that.
The bar has been had its bouts of business tonight. There have been small enough intervals where it slows down that we get a chance to restock, but then they all come right back to order more drinks.
“I’m going to go wipe down some of the vacant rooms,” I say to Jenna now that the bar has been slow for the past half hour.
“Ok, I’ll hold down the fort. When you come back, can you bring more ice, though?”
“Sure, I was going to take a b
reak when I’m finished, is that okay?” She nods and goes back to wiping down the sticky countertop.
Grabbing the sanitizing spray and some clean towels before I collect the supply cart and make my way into the first room and begin wiping down the leather bench that serves as a bed. Each room is fully stocked with a linen cabinet so the members can clean up after their ‘session’ and there’s a small counter in every room.
The counter is unique. It’s a combination of what you’d find in a hotel with a small refrigerator and an ice bin, but there’s also a sink with liquid soap. There is a container of condoms on top of the counter, along with a giant bottle of lube.
We have some equipment that the clients can use too such as riding crops, whips, handcuffs, blindfolds, and things of that nature but if they want anything else, they have to bring it themselves. Those types of items are insertion objects like dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and anal beads. We do not provide those types of toys for sanitary reasons.
After wiping down the bed, I make my way over to the counter and clean it, restocking the condoms and making sure there is an ample amount of lube in the container. Before I’m finished, I pick up a few small pieces of trash that are on the floor and inspect the ‘equipment’ hanging on the wall. Once everything is cleaned and sanitized, I let myself out of the room and begin making my way down the rest of the hall, periodically checking to make sure Jenna doesn’t need my help.
By the time I get down to the end of the hall, I can’t help but notice that I’m standing in front of the voyeur room. No one is in there and it’s so tempting to go inside, so I do….to clean, of course.
There’s no reason for me to be in there because the cleaning crew comes through every night after the place is shut down to mop the rooms and vacuum the hallways, but I’ve been so damn curious as to what goes on in the next room that everyone watches through the glass.
Scared to death that the members who are in the next room will see me, I duck inside and keep my head low, hoping that nobody notices me. There are three couples having sex; two of the couples are fucking together with the women kissing and playing with each other’s breasts while their husband’s fuck them from behind. The other couple is playing alone, and they look so in love. With the way he’s looking at her, I don’t think he would ever let someone touch his wife, but maybe they’re just here to be watched. Who knows.
The four who are playing together captivate me. I’ve never seen anything like it—not in real life. Sure, I’ve seen clips when scrolling through PornHub and other sites, but this is amazing. It’s surreal, and the wives look like they’re having so much fun.
After a few moments, I notice that my breath is clouding the glass and immediately become embarrassed. But that’s when I also realize that none of them can see me, or if they do, they don’t care. Testing my theory, I take one of the cleaning towels and pretend to wipe a small corner of the glass. None of them bat an eye or glance in my direction at the slightest.
Mesmerized by the performance that I’m watching, I quickly focus my attention back to the four-way. The men are grabbing each other’s wive’s breasts while they fuck their own wife. This is, literally, the hottest thing my eyes have ever seen.
“Allison?” Colton’s voice cuts through me, making me jump as chills run down my body.
My nipples immediately harden and my panties are already soaked from watching the three couples. The heat that was just focused on my pussy quickly leaves and begins traveling up my body, stirring butterflies in my stomach along the way, until it reaches my cheeks and spreads to the tips of my ears.
Spinning around, I instantly drop my gaze to the floor, unable to answer him. Frozen with embarrassment and fear, I feel like a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar.
“Ally?” he says my name again as he makes his way over to me. My eyes are focused on his shiny, black leather shoes. They stop just a few inches away from my feet. His hand raises and his finger hooks my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
The moment his touch lands on me, my body feels paralyzed. My breath catches in my throat and I don’t breathe again for what seems like an eternity before I finally inhale. Looking up at him, I watch him glance over my shoulder as he looks through the glass before his gaze returns to me.
Chapter 11
Colton
Ally standing in the voyeur room, watching the members in the next room having sex was something that I never thought I’d see.
Part of me was disappointed and angry that one of my employees disobeyed the rules, but the other part of me—the part that had become obsessed with her—was completely aroused.
I wanted to grab her by her hair, push her face up against the glass, and give her the pounding from behind that she deserved as we watched the other couples together, but I couldn’t do that.
Not yet, at least.
Then I realized what if she saw me? What if she watched the whole thing with Scarlet, her husband, and me? If she saw me, did she like it? Was she still standing there, hoping I’d come back?
Would she participate in something like that if she wasn’t an employee? So many questions swirled my clouded mind as all the blood in my body rushed straight between my legs.
She refused to answer me or look at me, but I forced her with my hand, commanding her attention. Unwillingly, she looks into my eyes and I know she can read my thoughts. She can see the lust and burning desire that I have for her.
“Ally, employees are never allowed to come into this room during business hours,” I say, my voice straining just as much as my cock behind its zipper. Allowing my hand to leave her face, I immediately feel empty and void. The charge that unites when I touch her is something that I’ve never had with any other woman besides Mel; yet, it’s something that I crave—with Ally.
A dirty, dark, desire hidden beneath my exterior that no one knows about. One that only Ally can see and feel. We both know it’s there; there’s no secret about that, no matter how much either of us try to ignore it and pretend that it’s not there.
I notice every little breath that catches in her throat when she’s around me. Her erect nipples beneath her thin layers of clothing do not go unnoticed by me. The throbbing vein in her neck when her pulse quickens only serves my cock to become that much harder as my mind races, thinking about how I could cut off her oxygen and bite her delicate skin while her limp body hangs in my arms.
Clearing my throat, I say, “I need to talk to you.” She nods her head, her glance dropping back to the floor. “In private,” I add. “In my office.”
It takes every ounce of strength that I have not to imagine what it would be like to rip that leather jumpsuit off of her and spread her legs wide open as I fuck her on my desk. Walking behind her, I watch her ass—two perfect globes—work their magic in her suit. The light hitting all of the right spots to showcase her magnificent ass.
The two of us make it up to my office, and I shut the door behind us. All of the background noise from the lounge and club fade, allowing us to focus on each other. My eyes never leave her—not for one minute.
I don’t stare at her to shame her. If this conversation doesn’t go well, it will be the last time she’s ever in my office. Taking a few moments, I allow myself to drink in her beauty, looking at all she has to offer. I’m sure she’s no virgin, but she’s so fucking innocent. She has no idea what a man like me could do to her.
I’m the Big Bad Wolf and she’s Little Red Riding Hood. I could eat her up in a single gobble if I wanted to, but with her, I’d rather savor every single taste.
“Have a seat,” I say, sitting in my chair. Slowly obeying, she lowers herself into the chair opposite of me.
"What were you thinking going into the voyeur room?" I ask.
Playing with her fingernails, she continues to keep her downward glance. "I-I don't know. I wasn't thinking, I guess."
The silence in the room allows me to focus on her breathing. Long, deep breaths. Watching her breasts rise
and fall with each inhale and exhale, I begin to count. How long would it take me to render her unconscious? How much would it take to make her body limp?
"You know, Ally," I say, leaning across my desk. "The truth is that I was going to talk to you tonight, anyway."
Slowly, her pale face looks at me. I can imagine it much paler if only she were mine. Really mine.
Swallowing, she licks her lips and asks, "For what?"
"I think there are some things that both of us are aware of, and we should talk about them."
"W-what do you mean?" she asks.
Her breathing increases, causing her breasts to rise and fall much faster. Watching that vein in her neck, I can see that her pulse has also increased.
"How come you never told me that you went to school to become a journalist and that you're on an internship for The Gateway Times?"
Her eyes grow wide as her mouth opens, but nothing comes out. "Is that a problem? That I went to school and that I'm on an internship?"
We can both play this game. If she wants to play the innocent doe caught in headlights, I can play the Big Bad Wolf. Don't worry, Lil’ Red, I’m coming after you.
"Ordinarily, no. There's never anything wrong with people going to college to better themselves and work two jobs while in the process of doing so, but the question is: Why are you here?"
She gazes up at me as I stand from behind my desk and begin to make my way over to her. Maintaining eye contact, I can see a sudden change in her. The doe in headlights has disappeared and has been replaced with something....dark, like me.
"What do you mean?" she asks, leaning forward, allowing her breasts to lead the way.
"What is your motive?"
"My motive?" she asks. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm simply working a second job to replenish my bank account and work toward paying off my student loans now that I'm finally finished with my classes."
