Chapter 14 #2
“Membership,” the man at the door says, and Levi flashes him a card. The man nods and opens the door for us, leading us to a barely lit hallway. Levi guides me with his hand on my lower back until we’re in front of a curtain. He pulls it back, and the view of the club is on full display.
Everything is black like Levi’s room. The walls, the ceilings, the furniture, the only color is represented on the guests.
Like other clubs I’ve been to, this one has a center stage with lounges and couches circling it.
A bar is off to the left, and toward the back, there are large windows that give you a view of other private rooms for just couples. A few of them occupied.
On center stage is a woman currently undressing herself while a man sits in a chair, stroking his cock and staring at her.
Immediately, my nipples go hard, and a wave of heat passes through me. This is my element. This is what I love. Debauchery. I love everything about it. I love watching others. I love hearing others. I love touching others.
And from the way Levi glances around . . . he loves it too.
He leans in close to my ear. “Is this too much for you?”
“No,” I say as my eyes fixate on the stage where the woman just fully undressed. “This is perfect.”
“Good,” he says as a few people pass us by, their eyes roaming us both.
Levi takes that moment to wrap his hand around the back of my neck, his fingers slightly curling around the front.
I shiver with arousal because I know what he’s doing.
I know exactly what he’s doing.
He’s letting every man in this club know that I’m off limits. And just like that, the nerves are gone, the thrill of being here sets in, and I lean in toward him, ready to play.
He guides us through the club, toward the back where we have a view of the private windows and the center stage.
Currently, a woman is being fucked up against the window, her tits pressing into the glass as she moans loud enough for us to hear.
Incredibly hot.
A couple is next to us on a couch, the woman giving the man a lap dance, both clothed.
Off to the left is a woman on her knees, giving a man a blow job. That surprises me because I wouldn’t think you could do anything like that out in the open on the main floor, but only in a private room.
Levi finds us a couch just as the woman on stage lets out a loud moan as she sits down on the man and starts moving up and down, her tits bouncing and her head falling back in ecstasy.
I slowly take a seat, my eyes on them the entire time while the man takes her breast into his mouth and starts sucking.
“God, I’m already wet,” I say without even thinking about it. “I love everything about this.”
I glance over at Levi who’s looking at me, his eyes seeming slightly dazed for a second before he focuses back on center stage.
“Are you hard?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he answers.
“Is that weird to ask you?”
His brow raises as he says, “After everything we’ve been through? No.”
“Well, let me find someone who can fulfill your needs.”
His eyes shoot back to me, and I catch him glance at my mouth before he lets out a sigh and leans back on the couch.
Because it’s so dark in here and he’s wearing all black, I can’t make out his bulge, which is a shame because I really want to know how much this turns him on.
Probably a lot.
“Oh fuck,” the woman yells as she moves quickly over the man. “Oh, I’m coming,” she shouts for everyone to hear, drawing attention to her.
Everyone seems to stop as our eyes focus toward the center and watch her and her alone.
My cheeks flame.
My temperature rises, and when she cries out in ecstasy, the man following closely behind, everything in my body throbs.
I want that.
I want to be that woman.
I want to be the one everyone watches.
“Would you ever do that?” I ask.
“Get up on stage?” he asks just as a server comes over to us.
“What can I get you, Mr. Posey? The usual?”
“That would be great,” he says, then turns to me. “What would you like?”
“A hard lime seltzer, please.”
She winks. “Be right back.”
I turn toward Levi now while the couple clean up and switch out with another. His eyes flash to my chest briefly before up to my face. “Well,” I ask. “Would you ever go up on stage?”
“No,” he says.
“No?” I ask, my brow pinched. “Why not?”
“People know me, so I don’t want to be on display like that.
But one of the window rooms? Yes, because you can set the lighting where you can’t see everything.
Like room three.” He points, and I look over where I can see the woman, but because the man is farther away, I can’t quite make out who it is.
“That’s really hot,” I say. “I would totally do the stage or the window. Hell, I’d give someone a naked lap dance right here.”
“Well, there’s a single guy over there.” He nods in the direction of a man casually touching himself while staring at the new couple on the stage.
“Are you allowed to come out here in the main room?”
“No, only on stage,” he says. “Notice the blow job couple isn’t here anymore?”
I glance over to the corner, and lo and behold, they’ve been removed.
“So what are you allowed to do?”
“Watch, feel, touch, undress your upper half, not lower. Lower half has to be covered. There are a lot of rooms in the back that are constantly being changed out and cleaned. They only allow so many patrons in the club at a time so they can keep up.”
“So you’ve fucked in the back rooms?”
“Yes,” he answers just as our drinks are brought to us. Levi is handed a tumbler, but it doesn’t look like alcohol.
“What is that?” I ask.
“Club soda,” he answers. “Game tomorrow, so I don’t want to drink the night before. I try to avoid it as much as I can. Plus, I want to be present when I fuck.”
“Understood,” I say just as I spot a gorgeous woman in a pair of high-waisted pants and a bra walking toward us. Her long black hair swishes behind her as her hips sway side to side, her eyes set on one person and one person alone . . . Levi.
I take a large sip of my drink just before she arrives.
“Hey,” she says in a seductive voice. She holds her hand out to Levi. “I’m Samantha.”
He takes her hand and says, “Levi, nice to meet you.”
She then turns to me and says, “I’m sorry, am I overstepping? I didn’t even see you until I got up here. I guess I was just fixated on how handsome your boyfriend is.”
“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” I say, waving my hand in dismissal. “He’s my boss. Yup, at a sex club with my boss.” I nod awkwardly. “Actually, I’m here to help him find someone to fuck.”
“You’re here... helping him?” Samantha asks and looks Levi up and down. “Doesn’t seem like he needs help at all.”
I shrug. “I’m just doing what he asks.”
“Well then, let’s see if I’m right for the job,” she says as she sits beside me and holds out her hand. “I’m Samantha.”
“Wylie,” I say, taking her hand in mine and marveling at how soft it is. I look her in the eyes and say, “This might be bold, but you’re gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” she says with a sweet smile. She crosses one leg over the other and places her hand on my thigh. “You’re breathtaking.” She touches my cheek and says, “Your eyes are so beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I reply as a hint of heat builds.
I’m very proud of my sexuality. I’ve been with men and women, and I find everything about the female body so sexy. It’s why I love watching Patty Ford, and it’s why I feel almost drawn toward Samantha at the moment. In college, I was very fluid—something my dad doesn’t know—but I’ve had my fun.
“Tell me what your boss is looking for?”
“He said he likes all bodies but is looking for dark hair, which you have. So winning already.” I glance behind me at Levi, who watches us intently. “But I know from experience he loves a great set of tits.”
Samantha glances down at her chest, then back at me. “I think I can help in that department.”
“I think so,” I answer. “I think I’d also want him to have someone who could pleasure him seductively. Tease him. Edge him. He tends to edge himself a lot.”
“Does he?” she asks, looking over at Levi. “You say that as if you have experience.”
I shake my head. “No, but I know him well enough to understand he doesn’t just come for release. He likes to come for a purpose.”
“I like that,” Samantha says as she drags her fingers up and down my thigh.
“Are you good at edging?” I ask her, the tingling sensation of her touch sending bolts of arousal straight between my legs.
“Very good,” she whispers, leaning in. And then, to my surprise, she straddles my lap.
Her legs fall on either side of mine, and her breasts are right at eye level as she brings her hands to my shoulders.
“Let’s pretend you’re Levi. I’d start with conversation, touching him gently, making it absolutely clear how hot I think he is.
After slowly unbuttoning his shirt, my hands would wander. ”
“He’d like that,” I say as I place my hands on her thighs.
“And then I’d tell him that he could use me in any way he wants.”
“He would,” I say as I bite my lip.
“What do you think he’d do first?” she asks.
My cheeks heat as my mouth goes dry because . . . God, she’s really hot.
And I don’t know what prompts me, but before I can stop myself, I move my hands to the clasp of her bra and say, “He’d remove this. I know he’d want to see your tits.”
“Then do it,” she whispers.
Without thinking, I unclasp her bra and watch as it falls down her arms, revealing her breasts. Her beautiful breasts. They’re not as big as mine, but they’re firm and high with dark, pierced nipples.
God, I’m so jealous.
“You have amazing breasts,” I say as I stare at them. “I love your nipple piercings.”
“Do you think Levi would like them?” she asks, puffing her chest out.
I glance over at Levi, expecting him to be staring at Samantha, but I lock eyes with him instead. His attention is on me.
“Um, I think . . . he would,” I say as I turn back to Samantha.
She rests her hands on my shoulders and starts moving her hips over mine. “Would he like this?”