The Club Ch. 05

After leaving the theater itself, Nikki paused to use the bathroom. She would later expound on the difficulties of trying to manage something of a shower in a small, locked bathroom using flimsy paper towels, water, and soap. Apparently, while relishing in the cum shower she received in the theater, she wanted to return to some level of austerity as we left. While she was inside and I waited, I was approached by the female of the couple I had noticed before...notably alone, it seemed. And her name, it turned out, would be Monica.

She stood at an unremarkable 5'2, but her size would be the only thing unremarkable about her. Everything else had a mystique and allure all its own. If I had to describe her essence, at least as I saw it, in one sentence it would be this: She was the the whimsical and lust-inspiring latina princess of any man's dreams. Her dark hair had the slightest bit of waviness to it, and reached nearly to the small of her back. Her hair seemed to frame her eyes and lips all too well. The eyes reflected a desire you'd never be lucky enough to obtain, but could just imagine. The lips, full and offering pleasure if only you could reach them. Her ass was, and there can be no better way to describe it, curvacious beyond belief. And her breasts, oh her breasts... I've admitted it by now, haven't I? While my fetishes, fantasies, and desires may be many -- I am at my core a breast man. And Monica lacked nothing in that department. Adoration inspiring orbs of delight, and I would later learn them to be DD's.

She approached me calmly, her eyes reflecting the aforementioned desire beyond any man's reach...or was it? She wore a strapless white dress that stopped barely above mid thigh, making me stare briefly and long to see just a little more... The dress was accentuated with a black, lace band that encircled her, just below her breasts. It managed to draw the eyes near, but not strictly to her breasts. Of course, one's eyes would naturally move to them after but a moment, staring and wishing to do more than just stare. She held out her hand briefly and, instinctively, I took it.

"Charmed, I'm sure... My name is Monica, and the girl you're with...what is she? Your girlfriend?"

"No...just a friend."

"Mhmm. A rather attractive friend, it seems. I suppose it makes sense that she's just a friend. Not every man would watch so intently as his better half gave such a...hmm, a dedicated show to strangers. I suppose dedicated is the best word... And quite the finale, as well. She sounded like she reached paradise with her fingers after they sprayed her with cum. I can only imagine what we would have heard if one of them, or even you, had dared to fuck her... I was surprised you didn't touch her more, or at least touch yourself."

She reached forward wordlessly. Brashly, even. Her fingers caressed, all too briefly, my cock which was still painfully erect in my jeans. Her fingers traced it lightly and briefly, and her full lips came to a temptation-rich smirk.

"Well, I suppose there's a positive side to you waiting... Are you going to tell me your name?"

"I..." I stumbled for words, still longing for her oh-so-missed touch. "I'm Chris...and what happened to the man you were with?"

Her hand covered her mouth briefly as she giggled, and she said, "He doesn't approve of what I want to do...so he stormed off like a little boy having a tantrum."

"And, what do you want to do?"

"Well...there's a place I sometimes visit. Its in the back of a little adult store, but it stays quite busy most nights on weekends. What they offer varies a little...sometimes a nice strip show and lap dances, and sometimes the chance to buy whatever you want and watch it used... The models, if you would, are almost always girls from a local college..." (I won't mention the name, but it turns out she went to the same university as most of the Club...) "So far, it stays mostly under the radar. A handful of girls make some good, mostly honest money...a handful of guys, and sometimes couples, get a show and get their rocks off. Everyone wins..."

"I don't know if -"

...but I was cut off there. Nikki stepped out of the bathroom. It had taken several minutes, and she looked frustrated...but more or less her normal, gorgeous self. Her eyes fluttered between Monica and myself.

"Hmm, who's this lovely little thing, Chris...?" Nikki's eyes, betraying her bisexual tendencies, seemed to longingly absorb Monica's full form. And Monica seemed ready to take advantage, responding faster than I could.

"I'm Monica, dear... And I was just telling your friend Chris that after a show like that, I thought you might want to accompany me to a little adult store... Look around, see if anything catches your eye."

Monica was confident, and could read Nikki's interest all too well. However, Nikki still had some shyness. Her cheeks flushed, if only briefly, as she nodded an uncomfortable yes. And so it was that we ended up in Nikki's car, as she drove to the adult store. The store looked relatively small, but, as Monica had noted, it seemed overly busy. There were several more cars than one would expect for such a small store. We slipped inside, and Monica took charge again. Or, at least, she took charge of Nikki. They walked around as a pair, admiring lingerie, commenting on toys, reviewing some videos... And there were many guys drooling over the too of them. Age, build, and race was quite varied, but maybe twenty guys seemed just waiting around. And...most of them were eying Monica and Nikki with blunt lust. And, before long, Monica mentioned to Nikki that they had a special room in back. She led Nikki there, who seemed curious and a little aroused, but unsuspecting. She even had me follow. And as I did, I noticed sparks of hope in many eyes around the room. However, they made no move to follow, so my... Hmm. My concerns, I suppose, were allayed.

As we entered, Monica nodded to a small refrigerator in the corner. She pulled a bottle of potent vodka and three frosty shot glasses from the freezer, and poured shots.

"I always find, Nikki, that a few shots helps you relax and enjoy things a bit more... Why don't you do a few shots, and see how much you enjoy what I can do for you. And, even, what I can help you do for yourself..."

As I've said before, Nikki is something of an enabler... She likes to be guided, by men or women. And she readily took her first shot, and followed it with three more with no prodding. Her cheeks were no longer filled with blush -- they were quite flushed. Monica and I did our respective shots, and then Monica pushed Nikki on a bed that dominated the center of the room. Nikki sat up quickly, but awkwardly. She seemed unbalanced, and slightly dizzy. Her eyes were filled with confusion at first, but that quickly changed as Monica removed her dress. She wore a sexy little matching set -- a black thong and bra with dark pink trim. Nikki smiled and pulled her dress drunkenly over her head. She sat briefly in her matching black lace demi bra and thong. Nikki continued on by unhooking her bra and throwing it to the side. Her breasts, like her torso, swayed slightly as she drunkenly tried to sit still. Monica quickly pushed her back and kissed her, passionately and deeply. Nikki's body readily responded, one hand resting on Monica's hip and the other finding its way behind her head. And Monica's hands were busy too -- roughly forcing Nikki's thong down her legs and off. Admittedly, though, Nikki quickly raised her hips and legs to help it be removed. Monica's fingers then found their way to her ready pussy, fingering her rapidly. Nikki moved her hands to her breasts and began fondling them roughly. It was hardly surprising, as she always seemed to relish breast play. And then...Monica pulled away. She paused, then (with quite a playful smirk) suggested that Nikki wear a blindfold, and get tied up. Nikki agreed, but seemed more concerned with ensuring Monica went back to fingering her again than caring what else might be done.

Monica tied her to the bed adeptly...maybe even expertly. Next, she blindfolded Nikki. And, after a seeming moment of consideration, even gagged her. She whispered into Nikki's ear, although loud enough for me to hear...

"Let's give Chris a good show...don't hold anything back."\

Nikki simply moaned in response. And, then, Monica quietly opened the door and motioned to the men to come into the room. I was flooded with a moment of panic. Should I stop them? I was uncertain. Nikki hadn't agreed to this, and while she might enjoy it...she might not be able to say no if she doesn't. Maybe Monica noticed my uncertainty, because she whispered in my ear (this time almost silently)...

"She'll give them a show...and I'll give you a show. She'll get a thrill, I'll get a thrill...and you'll get...well, whatever you want."

Her eyes gazed, piercingly, back into my own. And...I nodded. She stopped the men at the door. They all seemed entranced by her lingerie-clad form, but listened intently. She informed each of them that only two people could use toys on Nikki at a time, and that it'd cost them each $50. Sure enough, they paid her readily and gathered around Nikki's tied up, gagged, and blindfolded body. Zippers fell, and cocks sprang out... They were all stroking themselves, except for the lucky two that teased Nikki in the moment. And, in fairness, Nikki's moans were desperate, throaty, and heated. Her body quaked as they inserted different vibrators and dildos, changing thickness and length readily as she moaned for more. They tickled her with feathers, ran ice along her body, and a few brave men even used their chance to fondle her flawless breasts and suckle her nipples. And after watching this for some time, Monica took my hand and lead me out of the room and into another small room with a large bed. She had me sit on the bed's edge and stood before me, arms at her sides.

"Instruct me, Master. I'll do anything you say, in exchange for your help."

"...strip for me."

She nodded and began something of a dance. Her hips swayed, her body moved, and her breasts...well, her breasts just struggled to escape the confines of her overwhelmed bra. She walked near to me, turned, and bent down to touch her toes. Her ass was magnificent and on display for me as she slowly ran her fingers up one leg and down the other. When she finally stood up, with her back to me, she unhooked her bra. As she turned around, her hands held it to her breasts. My mouth barely hang open, and she smiled knowing she was the center of my world and my lust, at least for the moment. She threw the bra to the side. And her nipples...such beautiful, dark nipples with large areolas. They stood erect, reflecting her apparent excitement. She stepped towards me and, unable to help myself, I pulled the thong down her legs. She had no bush, and was perfectly shaven. My hands moved to her hips and threw her on the bed.

"...play for me"

"Yes, Master."

And she did... Her pussy was magnificent, and her fingers worked her hairless mound readily. Her eyes rolled back as she fingered herself and played with her clit. She was clearly drowning in the moment, and quite wet. I stood, and motioned for her at the side of the bed.

"Suck me"

She nodded and her mouth enveloped my cock with expert ease. Her fingers didn't abandon their work, and I could hear only two things: the sound of her mouth as it moved up and down my cock, and the sound of her fingers working her drenched pussy. Her mouth moved faster and faster, finding no difficulty fitting my entire length into her mouth and throat. And my shaft, my balls, even my thighs found her saliva reaching them as she worked with such dedication. And then, after several minutes of such delight, her mouth left my cock suddenly.

"Master, I'm going to cum... Please allow me to cum."

I didn't respond. Why should I? I pushed her back, spread her legs, and buried my cock into her warmth. She moaned loudly in response. At first I rubbed her clit lightly, but as her moans became deeper and more desperate, I actually pinched it very lightly...and I felt her pussy tighten, as she went over the edge. Feeling my own orgasm approaching, I pulled out, motioned for her face, and (as such an obedient angel) she opened her mouth just in time for me to spray my cum over her face. Stream after stream of such desire that the night had inspired, and she seemed to love it.

Of course, she cleaned up quickly after this and put on her thong and bra again. I redressed as well. And we went into the other room. Nikki was lying there, asleep. No gag, no blindfold, but streams of cum. Her pussy and mouth seemed especially targeted, but her hair, thighs, face, and breasts were covered fairly extensively as well. The men had gone, and Nikki (it seemed) had not minded taking them all on. I glanced to Monica, eager to see just how obedient she'd be now.

"Monica...lick her clean."

Monica's eyes flashed with surprise, but...she nodded.

"Yes, Master."

Hmm...but that is another story.