Chapter Ten
Spencer
My mood is broody. I’m sitting in a dark corner of the bar at my sex club ‘Locked’. I’m meeting Kalie again. Though tonight I’m struggling with my decision.
I still haven’t found the opportunity to speak to Sophie. That’s a ridiculous reason for being so weak, though I am psyching myself up for our confrontation. Slowly.
Since arriving this evening, I’ve been trying to avoid people as best I can but this is the worst venue for me to remain anonymous. A lot of people here know me.
I’ve always enjoyed my recognition here, but tonight I don’t want it. I want to get out of my skin; I wish I was aware how.
Just as I’m considering canceling my arrangement with Kalie to return home to my wife, she arrives.
As Kalie glides into the room, there’s a gentle hum of appreciation for her from other patrons. She is freaking stunning.
Tonight, she’s wearing a simple white sleeveless dress; it’s not tarty or sparkly but classic and elegant. The cut of the style flatters her shape to perfection. The length is daring, but years of dancing have toned and shaped her legs, and she knows I think it’s criminal to cover them.
My gaze flits down at her feet to her familiar sky-high-heeled sandals with straps snaking almost up to her knee.
Even though I’m hiding in the shadows, she struts straight toward me with her usual air of confidence, seeming to know where I am.
This arrangement works because Kalie gets me. She knows I’m using her, and I’ll never commit to her, but she doesn’t care. She’s happy to take whatever I give her, literally.
A sultry smirk creeps across her face as she sits down beside me.
“You’re looking serious this evening,” she states in greeting, eyeing me carefully and perfectly interpreting my mood.
“I’m feeling serious this evening,” I mumble. “It’s nice to see you; it’s been a while.” Kalie smiles, leaning toward me to kiss me with the intensity I need to rid myself of my black mood, so I let her.
I lose myself in her, cupping her face and dragging her onto my lap, to improve my access to her. The concerns that have been troubling me slowly ebb away as I give in to my lust for this beautiful woman.
“I thought I might find you here.” A familiar male voice disturbs our moment of passion.
Reluctantly, I draw away from Kalie to glance up into the smug face of my oldest friend, Carlo.
“And this fucking bombshell must be Kalie. I’m pleased to meet you finally; I’m Carlo,” he says, extending his hand.
Shit. He’s the last person I wanted to see. I was hoping for a night alone tonight, and I don’t want Carlo anywhere near Kalie. Or is that Kalie anywhere near Carlo? Seeing them together will invariably invalidate her purpose. I can’t risk that, can I?
“You said you were coming over tomorrow.” I respond, gripping Kalie’s hips to stop her from sliding off my lap.
“Change of plans, and I’m glad I did now,” he almost purrs as his lust-filled gaze drops lower down Kalie’s body.
During our tryst, Kalie’s dress has risen so far that the gusset of her underwear is just visible under her hem. A sudden, childish need overcomes me. Hoping to keep her for myself for a few more minutes, I drop my spare arm down between us to cover her.
“Who’s this, Spencer?” Kalie asks as her fingers gently glide over my clenched jaw.
Her touch keeps me calm and gives me the sense of feeling adored.
“Carlo and I have known each other all our lives. He’s the guy I told you about.” I jerk my chin down, knowing she’ll grasp my meaning.
Her eyes immediately glow with pleasure.
A few weeks ago, she told me she’d never had sex with a man who had a Prince Albert piercing. I stupidly admitted my best friend had one, and ever since she’s been asking to meet him.
“I’ve always wanted to experience a piercing,” she states boldly, looking up at my friend.
“Then tonight’s your lucky night,” Carlo replies, with his ever-present arched eyebrow.
My heart sinks as he sits down next to me, stealing the attention of the only thing I’ve never shared with him.
I long to tell him to fuck off but Kalie is too excited by the thought of the new experience to ruin it for her.
After a brief drink together, I’m growing tired of Carlo’s relentless flirting. I’m irritated that Kalie’s lapping up his attention and smooth one-liners; the situation is making my previous dark thoughts return with a vengeance.
At my suggestion, we relocate our party into one of the private rooms upstairs.
I’ve never been so reluctant to have sex with this woman.
Aware that once Carlo’s been with her, she’ll just remind me of him.
Yet, I don’t want to leave her alone with him either.
And worst of all, if I express my concerns now, I fear they might ask me to leave.
When we enter one of the club’s VIP rooms, Carlo makes a beeline for the bar. These rooms are the only rooms that have these facilities. We encourage our special guests to use the room for the entire evening, hoping they’ll make themselves at home.
For the price they pay for their memberships, Travis, my co-owner, and I are keen to ensure they’re getting value for money.
These rooms are more spacious and opulent than the ones downstairs. They’re also better equipped, with every piece of apparatus available, to keep our client’s perverted little minds happy.
As if Carlo senses my unease, he gestures for me to carry on, mumbling that he wants to sit out and have a drink for a while, while he enjoys watching us. I’m curious about his unusual behavior, but relieved to have some time to myself with Kalie.
Once he’s served us all a drink, Carlo sits in the corner of the enormous sectional couch in here. Our club commissioned the design of the furniture for these rooms. The back of the sectional is wide; it’s broad enough for someone to lie along it.
Kalie stands a few feet away from Carlo, facing him, and swipes her long blond hair over her shoulder. I’m familiar with her silent request that I unzip her dress.
She loves stripping, exposing her fabulous body to men while witnessing their initial reactions to her; it turns her on.
I step behind her, my mouth next to her ear.
“You want him to watch you?” I murmur, knowing Carlo can hear too.
“Yes, but he can’t touch until I say.”
I glance up at Carlo and raise my eyebrow in question. He dips his chin once in agreement, and I lower the zipper on Kalie’s dress before peeling the fabric back to reveal her stunning body below.
She’s wearing my favorite almost transparent white underwear. The bra forces her large tits up, and they’re bulging above the fabric, begging to be released.
I hear Carlo gasp and know he’s as affected by the vision of Kalie, as I have been since I first saw her.
His reaction spurs me on. Kalie’s level of fitness has all her muscles toned, and her breasts pert.
She has a delectable figure. A dancer’s body.
I carefully place her dress over a chair beside us.
Enjoying absorbing the lust I can feel emanating from my friend.
Kalie peeks up at me, following my movements, her eyes brimming with affection and lust. As I step back to her, I can’t resist dusting my lips over hers. In seconds, she takes my tongue into her mouth, gently sucking it and causing my cock to jump with its desire to experience the same sensation.
In my revived greed to claim her, I unclasp her bra, releasing her soft flesh. I toss the garment toward the chair before standing behind her, both of our eyes fixed on Carlo.
He nods his head sharply, telling me to remove her panties.
Slowly, I slide my index fingers under the sheer fabric at the front, the pads of my fingertips lingering on the bare sensitive flesh just above her pussy. Kalie’s body tenses.
Carlo’s glare fixes on the area, waiting impatiently for me to reveal her. A glance at his crotch tells me my scene is turning him on. This dynamic is unusual; it’s habitually him with the girl and me observing him. Having this role reversal is fun for a change.
Kalie’s hand grips my forearm, telling me she’s getting excited too.
I gradually slide my fingers around the inside of the fabric to her hips, before lowering the tiny scrap down her legs.
“Fuck!” Carlo exclaims.
With a smirk, I toss him the garment, knowing he wants to smell her. He catches them in one hand.
“These are soaked, you little minx. Is it turning you on, thinking about my hard pierced cock fucking you?”
She whimpers as my fingers slide over her pussy, exploring her slickness. He’s right; she’s drenched.
Her legs are slightly apart, allowing me access into her tight channel. As I push two fingers inside her, she leans her head on my shoulder. Her hand grapples behind her, perhaps keen to learn how hard I am for her.
“Is he hard?” Carlo demands.
“Always,” she replies breathlessly.
As she yanks my trouser zipper down, determined to touch me, certain with Carlo’s presence here she’ll bring me off too soon, I take a step back, preventing her access, before lifting her onto the top of the couch.
“I need to taste you,” I explain.
She lies back on her elbows; her eyes fixed on my mouth as I lower it to her pussy. The moment my tongue swipes along her slit, I can already feel her pulsing on my tongue. She’s so turned on by this scene.
It’s been a while since I licked her; recently I’ve enjoyed seeing others do it, but with Carlo here I’m enjoying playing to my audience. I suck her swollen clitoris, eliciting her loud groan.
“Does she taste good, Compagno?”
“Delicious,” I rasp and suck harder on her clit, knowing she’s only moments away from her first orgasm of the evening. I reach up with both hands and squeeze her nipples between my strong fingers, pleased to see her head tip back as she half groans and half screams out her release.
Desperate not to miss the experience, I push my tongue up inside her, already knowing her core muscles are so toned that they’ll suck my tongue deeper inside her, and her cream will flow down into my throat.
As her body stops pulsing, I withdraw my tongue, keen to replace it with my now rigid dick. Kalie smiles as I start yanking at my clothes to remove them.
“Oh, yes, sir. Please give me your hard cock.” I adore her submission.
She knows how I love her to beg for my cock, but I don’t need it today, the knowledge that Carlo’s keen to take my place is enough. I want him to see me take her. To watch me burying myself inside her while he longs for her.
I rid myself of my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor in my enthusiasm to thrust into her, I snatch a condom from the courtesy bowl. Once sheathed, I step forward.
Sliding myself inside a woman while staring into her eyes and witnessing the lust bursting in them is always such a turn-on. Seeing the way a female body takes me never ceases to captivate me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Carlo approaching. He’s taken off his shirt, revealing sun-kissed skin and the beautiful lines and contours of his muscular torso. My fingers itch to reach for him—but I don’t.
Standing close behind me, I can tell from his breathing that he’s desperate to get involved.
Her quizzical expression allows me to interpret perfectly Kalie’s mood as her attention shifts to him. I’m aware of what he’s going to do, and it’s going to blow her mind.
“Slide your hands under your ass cheeks and pull them apart,” he orders, peering over my shoulder as she follows his instructions.
As soon as she lifts her flesh, the depth of my cock increases, making her groans louder.
Kalie watches Carlo’s hand as it moves down my body. Her eyes are bulging with excitement. I’ve never mentioned Carlo and my relaxed sexuality. And I’m happy for her to remain ignorant about it. My shoulder twitches, hoping to voice my concerns silently.
He and I have had sex with so many women, but we usually blindfold them. He knows I don’t want to broadcast my sexuality.
What the fuck is he doing?
It’s been seven months since I was last with Carlo sexually.
I’ve done my best to stay away from him.
Trying to train my brain not to crave him.
The memory of Sophie’s bitter words from that night flood my mind, but within a heartbeat they’ve mixed with Dr. Klein’s soothing words about love never being shameful.
Sophie used to delight in seeing him touch me, and I loved to see her pleasure. I’ve never understood why her pregnancy spun everything on its head.
Carlo swipes his forefinger along my shaft before licking Kalie’s juices off his wet finger.
“Hmm, she is delicious,” he growls, pushing his still fully clothed crotch into my ass. Feeling his hardness pressing into my naked flesh and Kalie’s body responding by clamping itself around me is intoxicating.
Carlo syncs with my rhythm, his additional force helping to push my cock even further inside Kalie. She’s now so overcome by the scene Carlo’s creating that her cunt is wetter than I’ve ever experienced. She’s seconds from another orgasm, but I fear I’m closer.
The feel of Carlo’s arousal behind me mixes with the reality that it’s me who’s getting the benefits of all this pleasure, giving me a powerful surge of endorphins.
I grit my teeth, determined to experience Kalie’s climax. Even though I only had to hold on for another few thrusts, by the time my come filled her, my balls were aching with their need to release.
“Cum, Compagno.” The bastard growls in my ear, sending a shock wave of pleasure bursting out of me just as Kalie’s body clamps down.