by Mia Moore
“Pretty cool, huh?” Josh slid his arm around her waist and Carrie nodded.
“Hey lovebirds,” said Sylvia. “I think Beth’s onto something though. Maybe we should go get some supper and then head up to our rooms to change.”
“Sounds like a plan,” said Carrie and Josh in unison.
Chapter 6
A few hours later Josh looked around the crowded lobby. It was just 9:00 and the bus was due any minute. Even so, they could have been a crowd of kids waiting excitedly for a bus to take them to summer camp. Everyone was wearing warm coats because of the bitter cold night. Knots of people were laughing and chattering at each other and at other groups beside them. The atmosphere was electric. The energy in the lobby was high, increasing each time the elevator doors opened, releasing another group of revelers.
The elevator opened and Beth emerged holding hands with a man around Josh’s age. He was tall and quite slender. His tousled hair was frosted a bit with highlights. Funny, when Beth had said he’d been napping, Josh had pictured an older husband.
They came over and said hello.
“This is my husband, Ben,” Beth said. The two men shook hands. Out of the corner of his eye, Josh saw Carrie staring at Ben. When they moved off to say hello to other partiers, Carrie tugged on Josh’s hand. He bent over and she spoke in his ear.
“Did you see his eyes?” she said. “One’s blue and the other’s light brown!”
“Oh. I thought there was something… I guess that’s it.”
“And his mouth? Oh God, Josh, he reminds me of David Bowie!”
Soooo…his little minx was interested in Beth and her husband too. Alright!
A cheer went up when the bus pulled into the parking lot and the crowd surged to the lobby doors. The four of them bringing up the rear.
A gust of icy air shot through the wind tunnel the overhang of the hotel entrance created. He slid his arms around Carrie hugging her close to his body as they slowly shuffled forward toward the bus. He held her elbow as she navigated across the icy walkway on her stilettos. It was at times like this he appreciated being a guy, not having to wear spikes on his feet.
“I hope we can get on,” Sylvia murmured.
“Ahhh… don’t worry about it,” said Byron. “It’ll be like a New York subway at rush hour.”
“Except a lot more fun,” she quipped.
They eased up to the bus and boarded, practically the last to get on.
Two women came running out from the hotel and got on at the last minute. The driver closed the door and the bus began to roll, bringing another cheer. The two women behind Josh were standing a couple of steps below him. They began to knead his ass cheeks. He ground his hips, giving new meaning to the term bun warmer. Definitely not the subway!
He clutched the plastic grip of the overhead bins with one hand and steadied Carrie with the other as the bus lurched onto the main drag. Further down the aisle, Byron and Sylvia were chatting away with a group of people seated. One man stood and Sylvia sat down in his place.
Carrie snuggled in close to his body and turned her face up to look at him. “You smell good enough to eat.” She purred.
“Here’s hoping.” He hugged her tight to him.
In just minutes the bus was pulling into the parking lot area of the O-Zone, bringing another cheer from the crowd.
“They’re as hyped up as the crowd at the hockey game!” Carrie chuckled.
“Yeah, and not a fight to be had!” said Josh.
They got off the bus and Josh caught his breath. Christ, it was cold enough to freeze the nuts off a jeep! They scurried inside. Being last on the bus made them among the first through the doors.
A pretty brunette behind the counter smiled at them when they entered. “Welcome to the O-Zone. The coat rack’s over there.”
“If you get the drinks, we’ll grab a table near the dance floor.” Byron called out, handing Josh their coats.
“Good idea.” People were now streaming through the door, flashing their wrist bands at the woman at the counter and heading right into the club to claim their own spots. He hung up everyone’s coat, and taking Carrie’s arm they headed to the bar.
Carrie looked so damn sexy. She was wearing a red corset and matching stilettos. At the bottom of the corset was a short, very short mini skirt, barely covering her ass. Her thigh highs had red bows on the back. Her exposed skin was all goosebumps from the entranceway’s draft. He was grateful he was wearing his wool suit.
A table with New Year’s Eve regalia had been set up before entering the bar area. The guy manning it, probably in his early twenties, was checking Carrie out, inviting her to help herself to anything as he did so. He must have felt he died and went to heaven when he landed this gig—gorgeous women in an assorted state of undress passing by in an unending stream. The theme was a masquerade, and there was a wide collection of complimentary masks as well.
Carrie took a hat, noise maker and mask and headed to the bar. There was an opening and she slipped in between two men. Being petite and gorgeous has its advantages. The fellow on her right turned to glance at her and said something that Josh couldn’t hear. Whatever it was, must have been complimentary, judging by her wide smile in return.
Josh turned his head to take in the crowd, now with their winter wear hung up. A L L of the women were dressed to impress. Slinky dresses, corsets, clingy skirts and tops abounded. Add the heels and it was a sight to behold. Most of the men were in suits—he saw one guy wearing a tux, and a couple more guys in dinner jackets.
The dance floor was already occupied with couples dancing to a throbbing beat. Someone must have hit a button, because a jet of smoke came from a smoke machine to be cut by a series of multi-colored laser lights. The party was already going strong and they’d only arrived!
He looked over at a group of people near the dance floor. A red haired woman with an open backed dress, was kissing and playing with the bare breasts of another woman while their guys watched, appreciating the sight. Another couple approached them and now the three women were hugging. The first two women opened up the bodice of the third woman’s dress, each taking a nipple in their mouths as she stroked their hair as all three swayed in time to the sensual beat from the speakers. Hole-lee shit!
Carrie turned and handed him two gin and tonics before scooping up two wine glasses. Behind the three couples, was the dance floor, replete with a stripper pole and dance cage. High cocktail tables ran the length of the dance floor. There was a walkway, and then a step up to where there were sofas and more tables.
Josh thrust a drink outward, pointing the walkway out to Carrie. This was where being six foot four came in handy, being able to scope out things. He followed Carrie while searching for Byron and Sylvia. They found seats at the back of the dance floor area, sitting at a table overlooking it. There were actually two rows of tables in this area, set on platforms that ascended in height. Clever. Even though they were in the back row, they still had a great view of the action on the dance floor.
And there was some action. He was watching a live version of Dirty Dancing. The night had just begun, but couples were grinding and thrusting like they were Dancing With Porn Stars!
Over on one side a tall couple clutched and stroked each other to the beat of Nine Inch Nails “I Want To Fuck You Like An Animal”. The woman, with long black hair almost to her waist leaned back on one leg, the other raised, toe pointing as her partner held her, dropping his head onto her chest. Even from the distance, Josh could see the smoldering expressions on their faces.
He looked over to another couple where the man stood with his hands in his pockets as his partner squatted down, nuzzling into his thighs as she caressed his ass cheeks. He flexed his hips into her face as she stood back up. As soon as she was upright, he bent over grasping one of her thighs, dry humping her in time to the song’s chorus.
A voyeur’s delight.
Josh stood next Carrie at the table when fingers trailed across the cheeks o
f his ass. Even through the wool of his suit pants, when the touch pushed into the crack of his butt, he started. He spun around, and there was Beth from the hotel.
“How you doin’?” He said with a grin.
“About as good as you!” she replied. She was being pulled along by her husband to one of the few remaining seats in the area and gave him a finger wave. He’d never done a MILF but he wouldn’t mid losing his cherry to that one.
At the table next to theirs, on the platform below, a couple in their 30’s sat nursing drinks and watching the dance floor. He was wearing a sequined tuxedo jacket, and she was wearing a floor length gown with a slit that ran up to her hips. A younger man in a white shirt and tight dark pants holding the hand of his wife or girlfriend approached them. He was probably in his twenties with the swarthy handsome coloring of a Latino. From the warm French kiss he gave the older woman, he was not only a friend but obviously a fan. His girlfriend was a vivacious brunette who approached the woman’s husband, kissing him warmly.
Josh leaned down to Carrie who was mesmerized by the crowd on the dance floor too. She didn’t even notice his exchange with Beth.
“How’re you doin’ bayybee!” he said.
She turned to him. “This sure isn’t Eros Inc!”
“What do you mean?”
She turned her gaze back to the floor. “I’m not sure. It’s hotter!” The dance floor was filling up rapidly as more and more people joined the throng. “I mean, everyone’s dressed to impress, sure… but…”
Josh eyebrows furrowed.
“I mean…” she pointed out one couple. The woman was overweight, as was her partner. The man grasped her hand, raising it above her head and she spun a fast pirouette, her skirt lifting and falling. “Look at those two. God knows, they’re not gym rats like us, right?”
“Yeah… so…?”
She turned back to Josh, eyes wide. “Yeah, so they’re so god damn hot!” She had to lean into Josh because the music was loud in their section. “I mean, look at how they’re looking at each other!”
Josh glanced over. The woman’s eyes were intent on her partner as his hands glided over her chest, her tummy and down her hips. A smile, an almost sly smile was on her face as she gyrated into his caresses. Josh nodded.
“I see what you mean.”
“And over there,” she pointed to a foursome of people in their twenties, maybe early thirties danced together on the platform below where they were sitting. Sure, they weren’t model svelte and a more accurate description would be that they were ‘big’ but it didn’t matter. Josh shook his head—‘big’? ‘Fat’? No… voluptuous was more like it. One woman with heavy thighs was wearing a miniskirt and fishnets. The sway of her hips was mesmerizing. Josh’s cock thickened imagining himself doing her doggy style, caressing her soft pliant flesh. The other woman was wearing a jersey dress that clung to all her curves and no bra. Her nipples peeked in and out of her halter top as she bent over and stood up in time to the beat.
They were sexy as hell.
“There’s something about this place, Josh… I don’t know… everyone’s sexy here!” She looked up at him, eyes sparkling.
Josh looked around the room. “I don’t know why, but you’re right… I think it’s the confidence everyone has, maybe?” His hand stroked her back as he looked at her. “You’re pretty confident too, y’know,” his eyes smiling. “That makes you damn sexy too…” He leaned into her and kissed her deeply, his tongue caressing her mouth.
“Hey you two! Where do you think you are?” called Byron. Josh looked up. Easy for him to say, fingering Sylvia as she sat next to him, her hand on top of his, making sure he was getting to exactly the right spot. Sylvia clutched the table top and gasped as she thrust her pelvis into Byron’s finger. After a moment, she grasped Byron’s hand and pulled it away.
“That’s all I can handle!” she gasped. Josh and Carrie laughed.
“Check out the stripper pole.” Byron nudged his arm.
A blond haired woman in a dark lace corset was showing the crowd that she owned that pole, twirling, her hair cascading outward as she swirled and hooked her legs around it. The music track had now changed to Aerosmith’s ‘Walk This Way’ and the dance floor filled.
Now Carrie and Sylvia rose and did their slut strut to join the others dancing. A few couples watched them go which wasn’t surprising. With the short low cut dresses they were wearing, all legs and boobs, they were as striking as anyone else.
The DJ has changed tracks to Donna Summers’ ‘Love To Love You Baby’, as they turned to each other and began to dance. Their hands roamed freely over each other’s body as they exchanged a deep kiss. Sylvia, the taller of the two, tugged the hem of Carrie’s skirt up exposing her ass. She cupped the cheeks in both of her hands, digging her fingers into the flesh, swaying Carrie’s hips in and out.
Carrie made the most of their difference in height, kissing Sylvia’s chest and lifting her tits from the constraining fabric to expose dark nipples, puckered with pleasure. Her tongue extended and circled the nipple before sucking it into her mouth as she ground her hip into Sylvia in time to the music.
Josh’s cock pressed against the fabric of his pants watching the show the women were putting on.
A movement to the left of the women now caught his eye. The blonde was once more on the stripper pole but this time the only thing she wore was a rhinestone G-string and impossibly high heels for the moves she was making. Her legs and ass were firm and shapely but it was her perfect breasts that riveted his attention. The small dark nipples perched on round globes that were high and firm.
Another dark haired woman joined her on the pole in a dance so suggestive that it wasn’t hard to imagine the two women tangled together on a bed. They caressed each others’ bodies, fingers going into one another’s crotch as they deliberately aroused their partner. Flicking his gaze back and forth between the two couples, Josh’s cock began to ooze pre-cum. When the dance ended and Carrie and Sylvia returned, he was ready to bend them over and fuck them blind.
Looking over to Byron and seeing his eyes glittering, he didn’t think it was such a bad idea.
An announcement over the speakers scuttled that plan though. A tour of the club was about to begin. Well, maybe it would be a good idea—anything to cool his jets. He rose and nodded for Carrie to follow him as Sylvia and Byron got to their feet. They weaved their way over to the spot where the tour was to begin. One of the staff was waiting for them. He had a cute, boyish face that looked almost innocent. Josh chuckled to himself at the irony—the theme of this night was ‘Carnival of Sins’ and their tour guide looked like a choirboy.
Their guide waved at everyone. “I’m Tim and I’m going to show you the ropes…I mean show you around. You probably know the ropes but if you’re really into ropes you’ll looove our dungeon.”
They have a dungeon here? Josh was surprised. He hadn’t spent the time Carrie had online looking at the club’s facilities. He looked over at Carrie who’s eyes, wide in innocence, mouthed ‘Who, me?’ He swatted her bum. This night could get really, really interesting!
“Okay, let’s get it on!” said Tim. He led the way to the rear of the club, past the dance floor and the area where they’d been sitting. They left their drinks at the table to stake their claim on it.
At the back of the club was another bar which was unmanned at this time. Fresh towels were stacked up off to one side, and a bowl of condoms was beside them. Corridors went from left to right.
“Left hut!” Tim called and stepped out ahead. Pointing, he said, “Here are the restrooms, in case you haven’t used them yet and didn’t know. Pointing at each of the three doors in a line, he continued, “Guys, Girls, and a Shower Room that’s Unisex.” He continued through the corridor past the facilities and rounded another turn, followed by the group of guests.
He gestured to a wall of lockers with benches in front. “Here are lockers for you to stow your gear when you decide to play. You can ge
t a key and a lock at the bar we just passed.” The rest of the room had an assortment of different furnishings.
“Not just beds,” said Josh, looking at two hand carved thrones off to one side. There was also a group of beds in the room, all with crisp white sheets. Many of the beds had privacy curtains tied off onto posts.
Tim continued walking through the room and turned to face the group. “Now this is the first of our play areas.
“How many do you have?” asked Sylvia.
“A lot,” Tim smiled. “We have 10,000 square feet here, and I’ll be showing you most of it. Trust me, you’ll be able to find a spot to get it on,” he ended with a grin. “A cool thing about the O-Zone is our members don’t wait for a spot when the mood strikes them.
As the group kept walking, there were more beds placed at different heights in nooks along each wall.
“For those of you who are shy, there are curtains you can pull around the bed if you want privacy. Those beds are over in that corner. If you choose to play in one of the beds in the centre of the room, just know that anyone is free is watch. There are condoms and sanitizers as well. If you play on one of our leatherette pieces of furniture, just make sure to wipe it down after.”
Josh looked around and saw two white leather loungers, curved in an ‘S’ shape near the end of the play area as well as a round leather bed in the centre. The ‘S’ curved beds looked like they could be fun.
At the back of the play area was a pool table with two couples playing and a secondary bar serving drinks.
“It’s a whole lot easier to get to the other play area to backtrack instead of groping our way through the club, although that could be fun too.” Tim bobbed his eyebrows lasciviously and grinned before he sprinted through the group to again lead the way to the other side.
