Ascending Lauren Ch. 02

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Minutes later the best friends glided past the club's doormen to the dismay of numerous waiting hopefuls. Feeling the effects of multiple cocktails, they were eager to get on the dance floor. Amy wasted no time pulling Lauren into the crowd. Song after song the two danced together with abandoned. The pair focused on their dance moves, rotating around each other, matching rhythms, bumping hips, and getting into the groove. Lauren snapped a couple selfies of the two dancing and sent them to Corey.

As they whirled about, Lauren noticed several men and women in a dimly lit room high above everything else, affording a view of the entire club. A couple of the men appeared to be looking in their direction. Amy informed Lauren that was the owner's room, even more exclusive than a normal VIP area, accessed only by direct invitation of the owner. As if on cue, one of the men raised a glass in their direction. Amy waved back. "See those guys?" she asked. "The tall guy in the black button down is Max, the club's owner. The dude in the white blazer is Myles, Max's investor, our client, and the reason why we just breezed through the gate."

The ladies soon turned their attention back to dancing. After numerous songs - and quite a few seltzers later - the pair headed to the restroom to relieve themselves. While waiting in line they were approached by a burly security guard who bent down and whispered something in Amy's ear which Lauren could not hear. Amy nodded her head and turned to her friend, pointing towards the owner's suite. "Looks like they've invited us up to their place, so we don't have to wait in line to pee."

"Do you know them?" Lauren asked suspiciously.

Amy nodded. "Yeah, they're nice enough. Both single, so they can be a bit flirty, but always respectful. Nothing you can't fend off. That is, if you want to fend them off at all. Be warned, they are pretty smooth. And hot," Amy winked. "Want to go up?"

Lauren contemplated this through her buzz. She had to pee badly, that was certain. And it may be the only time she would have the chance to see the most exclusive part of the club. Plus, there were several other women and men in the room as well. It seemed safe enough.

"Sure," Lauren responded, and before she could ask Amy how she knew they were flirty, the guard parted the crowd like a machete and ushered them into a keyed off glass elevator which whisked them to the top level. It opened to a posh suite. After asking to use the private ladies' room, another large mountain of a man led them to a glass-encased room partitioned off from the rest of the suite. Seated on a large, plush peach colored couch were the club's owner and its largest investor. The men rose to greet them. Amy was dead on, Lauren thought. These guys look like they just walked out of a photoshoot. She was expecting the stereotypical middle-aged Miami rich dude with gold necklaces and rings, but these men were anything but. Rugged faces, square jaws, perfectly tailored clothes hanging on broad shoulders and trim waists. Hot and rich.

"Welcome, ladies!" Max beamed at them. "Amy, so good to see you again!" he added, planting a kiss on the younger woman's cheek. "And who is your beautiful friend?"

"Hi Max, Myles," Amy replied, nodding at the firm's client. "This is Lauren Miller. She is our new chief office manager at Rekrap Industries."

After a round of handshakes, the foursome settled on the couch, the men taking seats at a respectable distance from their guests. Looking around, the room was every bit what Lauren thought a VIP room at a high-end club would look like. Dim lighting, specks of white LEDs on the ceiling simulating starlight, and lots of mirrors. As a scantily clad waitress handed out four glasses of champagne, she began to question her judgement in making the trip up the elevator. Only expecting to pee, she didn't anticipate ending up in a separate room with the owner and his friend.

Any apprehension Lauren had was short lived as Max and Jonathan appeared to be gentlemen and quite content to just talk. Although powerful in the community, they were not only easy on the eyes but quite easy to talk to. Lauren quickly sensed Amy may have more than just a professional relationship with one or both of them. As the waitress ensured the drinks kept flowing, they spent the next hour discussing both the entertainment and boating industries. Lauren was captivated as her hosts described how they built up businesses in their respective areas, all the while acutely aware of their good looks and wonderful cologne, ingredients as intoxicating as the drinks in front of them.

In due time, Amy ask for, and received, permission from Max to take pictures of the suite. After several general snaps of the room, she asked Max to scoot closer to Lauren, and proceeded to pose them: Max's left arm over Lauren's shoulders and Lauren's right hand on his inner thigh. This elicited surprised looks from both, but Amy grabbed the pics before they could react. She had to be fast, though, as Lauren was quick to remove her hand from Max's leg, blushing and looking at him sheepishly through her jet-black bangs. For his part, Max relaxed his arm around her shoulders, but did not remove it altogether.

As Amy joined Myles back on the couch, he pulled a large joint from his blazer and lit it. Max instinctively pressed a button on a remote sitting atop the coffee table which caused the semi-transparent windows of the room to go pitch black. The blunt slowly made its way around, first to Max, then to Amy. Lauren hesitated briefly when it was her turn. Although not a stranger to weed, it had been quite a while since she had been high. Not wanting to be rude, she took a small toke and passed it back to Myles. Small tokes became larger ones, and by the time the roach was in the ashtray, all four were quite stoned.

The conversation eventually split up, Max keeping Lauren intrigued with stories of bar brawls and his time as a bartender, while Amy and Myles moved to a smaller couch to discuss the latest yacht models. The handsome bar owner could not help but be infatuated with the woman sitting beside him. She was bright, could hold an intelligent conversation and was not shallow like some of his other bimbo patrons. Older, yet still with a smoking body which - given her attire - she obviously liked to show off. Max was bothered by one thing, however.

"A wedding ring?" he asked, gently taking Lauren's left hand and holding it up between them.

"Yes," Lauren replied, "28 years."

"Is your husband here tonight?"

"No, he...had to work," Lauren lied, not wanting to tell this stranger her husband was a thousand miles away.

"You seem like a very nice lady. Does he know you are out on the town in such, uh, provocative clothing?"

Lauren said nothing.

"Ah, then I assume he does know," Max replied, answering his own question. "That's cool." Leaning closer, he placed an index finger on Lauren's chin and slowly dragged it down across her mesh top, then to her exposed belly. She flinched slightly but did not pull away.

"So, Mrs. Miller," Max continued. "I meet all sorts of characters in my line of business. Do you know what kind of man is okay with his wife dancing the night away in clothes that could make a dead man cum?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"I...I honestly don't know," Lauren said nervously, looking around for Amy, only to discover her and Myles had left the room.

"I think you do," Max whispered, the hand on her belly making its way up her neck. He gently pulled her head towards his, gazing at the pretty face painted with make-up a porn star would be proud of.

The marijuana had significantly lowered Lauren's inhibitions and she couldn't ignore her arousal as the hand of this gorgeous man gently caressed her neck. Why was she so horny tonight?

A simple moan was all she could manage in response as he pulled her body to his, kissing her neck. Corey's game was getting real, she thought, and through the fog of the booze and weed, she was not yet willing to stop it. It felt too good. I warned you, Corey; its what you wanted. Felt up on the dance floor and now being seduced by a rich stranger.

Their tongues swirled and darted about, dancing intertwined. The pair fell back into the plush couch, kissing. The handsome stranger probed her clothing, landing a hand under her mesh top. He slid two fingers beneath the bralette and grasp her small breasts. Fingering one nipple, then the other, Max expertly used his free hand to traverse her entire body. Lauren panted heavily as she caressed his hair with one hand, the other tantalizingly brushing his crotch. He moaned, cock stiffening beneath the linen pants. Breaking their kiss, he pushed Lauren's top and bra above her nipples, allowing the material to sit atop her breasts. Now with better access to those half-inch rigid erasers, Max attacked them with rapid flicks of the tongue. As Lauren's moans increased, he unzipped his slacks and placed her hand through the flaps and onto his growing cock. She knew she should put a stop to this before it crossed too many lines, but the pleasure was too great; too exotic.

Max used her hand to pull his dick through the linen flaps, and once exposed, helped her to stroke it gently. Not the largest penis Lauren had ever seen, but it was warm, and beautiful, and oozed a small amount of pre-cum, which stuck to the inside of her fingers. She gripped the shaft harder, allowing her hand to traverse its entire length, from the tip of its slit, to the tangled mess of pubic hair at its base. The faster she jacked him, the slippery it became. Minutes past, frozen in time, as their passion began to flare. Max began pushing Lauren's head down towards his cock, hoping to swap her hand for those glistening, ruby red lips.

"Isn't that why Amy took our picture together?" he breathed heavily into her ear. "So you could share the experience later with your hubby? That's what you set out to do tonight, isn't it? To accommodate your fantasy?"

That was a mistake on his part. My fantasy echoed loudly in Lauren's brain and cut through the fog like a beam of light. She sat up on the couch and scooted away.

"Ohhhhh, no! It's not MY fantasy," she objected defiantly.

Max looked surprised but remained calm as he adjusted his crotch. "I take it, then, you aren't as into the wife sharing concept as he is?"

"I'm sorry, Max, I can't do this. This whole thing is a mistake," Lauren babbled. "I just don't know. My husband, he has this thing, and he works so hard, I wanted to give him a thrill. And..and...oh god, it DID feel naughty. I was enjoying it, but now... I've been nothing but a tease to not one, but two guys now, and I feel...feel horrible. I should have never agreed to dressing like a hooker in public. This isn't me."

Max sat back on the couch and looked at the woman rambling next to him. Smiling, he gently corrected her. "Well, for one, believe me when I say you don't look exactly like a hooker. You are, however, dressed like a woman who is out to get laid. That much is true." He grabbed a flute of champagne from the table and took a drink. "And you are saying you aren't?"

"I...I don't know," Lauren sighed. "I just don't think I'm ready."

Max thought for a moment, then nodded. "I would agree with that. Look, I think you're smoking hot, intelligent, beautiful...the whole package. I would love to help you and your husband fulfill a fantasy one day. I honestly thought that's what I was doing here tonight. Make no mistake, it's not all altruistic on my part, right? My reward is obvious. But it would have to be your thing as well. No one should be forced to have sex without being all in." He helped Lauren stand from the couch and smooth out her clothing.

"Tell you what, how 'bout we just forget about our little make out session tonight?" Max offered.

Lauren nodded, relieved.

"However," the club owner said as he held her chin, "if it ever becomes something you want, it will make me very happy to be part of it."

He understands, she thought. He could have pushed for more, been a jerk, but he didn't. Not at all.

Just then Amy came roaring back into the room, addressing Max. "Dude, your friend is in the other room passed out," she laughed. "What a lightweight." Her smile quickly faded as she realized she had just interrupted a poignant moment. "Uh, everything okay?" she asked.

Lauren smiled at Max. "Yep, couldn't be better," she told Amy. "Just making plans with an old friend." Max beamed at her.

As the women made their way towards the elevator to exit the suite, Amy looked over her shoulder at the bar owner with a quizzical look. He simply shrugged, grinned, and lit the roach in the ashtray.

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Amy stared at her friend as they waited outside the club for a taxi. "Just when you think you know someone. Me thinks your life is even more complicated than mine," she speculated.

"I doubt that," Lauren mused, still enjoying her high.

"You going to tell me what happened?"

"Maybe," Lauren smirked.

Amy couldn't resist. "Well, I'm guessing you are two for two tonight in the blue balls department. Hell, do you want to go see what ol' Jake is doing?" she needled. "I still have the condoms I came with - or didn't come with - as the case may be."

"Stop it, you're not funny!" Lauren swatted at her friend, trying to keep her balance as the cab pulled up.

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Five minutes later the two women tried to enter the lobby of Lauren's building acting as normal as possible. They failed miserably. The on-duty concierge tried to conceal a chuckle as the duo looked every bit like potato sack race partners trying to stay upright. Hearing him, Amy looked at him lustily, and blurted out, "What's the matter, never seen lesbians before?" With that she leaned over and planted a soulful kiss on Lauren's lips, causing the latter to fall to the floor giggling. The concierge ran quickly over and helped his guest to her feet.

"Do you need help getting to your apartment, Mrs. Miller?" he asked, looking quite concerned. He didn't want any residents getting hurt on his watch.

"Oh, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, Charlie?" Amy said noticing his name tag. "Get to see a couple carpet munchers in action, eh?"

"Shut UP, Amy," Lauren giggled, pulling her friend to the elevators. "I have to live here."

The ride up on the elevator caused both women to become even more lightheaded. Stumbling into the apartment, Amy headed for the open wine bottle in the refrigerator. "Mind if I have some more wine?" she asked.

Lauren plopped down on the couch near the television and turned on some blues music while unlacing and removing her corset heels. It's easy vibes sounded good after the thump, thump, thump from the speakers in the clubs. "Well, it's obvious you aren't driving anywhere, so feel free." This elicited a delighted whoop from her friend.

Amy poured two glasses, handed one to Lauren and fell onto the couch next to her. After a few minutes of swaying her head to the music, she turned to Lauren.

"Okay, spill it sister. What happened between you and Max while I was out of the room?"

"A girl doesn't tell," Lauren grinned. Jesus, she was so high.

"Don't hand me that shit. Did you make Corey's kink come true or not?"

"NO! Nothing like that happened."

"You sure about that? I could swear I saw some lipstick on his face."

"Maybe we made out a little."

"Uh huh," Amy smirked. "Did you fuck him?" Always the blunt one, she.

"AMY! Stop. No!" Lauren exclaimed, looking at the time on her phone. Half past three. She remembered she had not yet messaged Corey that she was home.

Firing off a quick text, she sank back in the couch, allowing the easy buzz to take over.

"Hey, I'm just saying, Max is pretty damn cute."

He certainly is, Lauren thought.

"What do you think Corey is doing?" Amy asked.

Lauren was about to say that he was likely sleeping when a reply to her text came.

COREY: Hi babe. Just watching a movie. Must have fallen asleep.

Amy moved closer to Lauren, cuddling alongside. Seeing her friend's husband was still awake, she prodded, "We should send those pics of you and Max...and, that guy, whatever his name was at the club."

"You think?" Lauren asked.

"Why not? You agreed to wear all this eye candy to appease Corey's, uh, kink, right? Maybe you feel sorry for him stuck in another state all alone, I don't know, don't really care. But what good was it to get all dolled up, get felt up, make out with one of the wealthiest guys in Miami, take pics along the way, if you aren't going to SHARE this with the very guy who put you up to it? I mean, give him a good backstory. Isn't that the exact thrill he is looking for?"

Lauren thought hard about Amy's reasoning. She was right. After all, that's ultimately why she agreed to wear this outfit. To attract and tease. What purpose did it serve to wear it and not follow up?

Amy saw Lauren's wheels turning, prompting her to pick up her friend's phone from the coffee table. "Call him. It's your turn to tell the naughty story."

"What? I can't make up stuff on the fly. I don't talk that way, plus I'd be too embarrassed."

"You leave that to me." Amy insisted. "It wouldn't be the first time I've been involved in phone sex."

"Somehow I'm not surprised."

"Screw you. Call him. I'll feed you what to say. It'll be fun."

Lauren leaned back, closing her eyes. Could she really do that? Admittedly, she was drunk and, truth be told, pretty damn horny from the evening. Corey had been pestering her to play on the phone after all, so if she was ever going to do it, it was now or never.

The petite wife took the phone from Amy's hand, scrolled through her photos, and fired off those of her to Corey. Fluffing her hair like a prize fighter shaking his arms before a match, she dialed her husband's number and put the phone on speaker. "I know I'm going to regret this."

Corey answered on the fifth ring. She was right; he'd been asleep.

"Hi there," Corey croaked. "Everything alright? You home now?"

Lauren sighed. "Yes, everything's fine."

"It's late. Did you have a good time?" he asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"Uh, yes, I had a very good time," Lauren replied unsteadily, trying to add some mystery to her voice.

"I want to hear about it, hold on." Corey said, stacking pillows behind his back. "I saw the pics you sent earlier. You looked really hot, babe."

"Oh, thank you. I, uh...I felt hot too," Lauren said stalling for time. Amy rolled her eyes and spun her hand around. Keep it moving.

Lauren continued. "We went to a few bars. Standard stuff, good food. Amy's a lot of fun. You'd like her."

"I see you met some musicians. That young pup didn't get you into any trouble, did she?" Corey asked.

Amy stifled a laugh and typed a reply. Lauren recited it.

"Well, depends on what you mean by trouble. But thank you for talking me into wearing the new outfit. It sure did get the attention you thought it would."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Did you see the pics I just sent you?"

Silence followed as Corey scrolled through his messages.

"Shit, Lauren, what did you do?"

Lauren waited for the next text from Amy to pop up. It finally did.

"Let's just say I wasn't exactly lonely this evening. Lots of very good dance partners."

"You danced? With guys?" Corey asked softly.

Type, type, type.

"Well, of course, you wouldn't want me to be unfriendly, would you? Isn't me being chummy what you wanted?"

"I..I guess," Corey stammered, unsure of where this was going.

"That's good, because they were definitely affectionate," Lauren repeated Amy's words as the texts appeared on her screen, adding a giggle for effect. NICE! Amy mouthed.