Six Times the Ecstasy

by Blythe Reid

  Six Times the Ecstasy

  Blythe Reid

  BrixBaxter Publishing

  Six Times the Ecstasy

  by

  Blythe Reid

  Description

  In Boulder, Colorado, there lives a young, fledgling businesswoman named Sarah Adams. Sarah wants to build a career in something out-of-the-ordinary: A sex club made for the wealthiest in the Midwest.

  Sarah has not been interested in a serious romantic relationship for a few years now – ever since she was cheated on by her boyfriend of six years. Since the breakup, she’s partaken in casual flings that don’t mean a thing. Casual is about to take a backseat once she begins hiring for her up-and-coming location.

  While on the hunt for “cock-tail waiters”, Sarah narrows down her search from a lineup of sexy, strong men to a select group. In this group, there’s a volunteer firefighter, a model from Vegas, and even someone who came out of a terrible family tragedy – and more! Sarah has an extensive interview process for the job, however, and it involves private time in the back rooms where she can learn just how skilled these men really are…

  Contents

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

  About the Author

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  Six Times the Ecstasy

  Copyright © 2017 by Blythe Reid

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  1

  I’ve always loved sex. I understand that basically everyone that’s sexually active probably also loves sex, but with me it was close to obsession. It was a journey for me; not specifically in the act of sex itself, but the road leading to it was exciting.

  I hadn’t had many lovers, or at least not as many as a lot of people that I knew. I could count on my hands without running out of fingers how many men I’d had, and for someone that thought about sex as much as I did, I’d say that was an achievement.

  Another reason why I felt that my number was ‘conservative’ was because, at the age of twenty-six, I still had yet to achieve an orgasm from any of my sexual partners. I was a horny woman, but I required skills that I had yet to encounter. Thus, I always equated my sex life to a journey.

  I lived in Boulder, Colorado. I lived in Colorado for my whole life, and I rarely left the state. I stayed in the state for college, love, and eventually work.

  I got my degree in business, and I aimed to be a highly successful businesswoman in a very specific field that appealed to my constant lust.

  For the past couple of years, I’d be working hard to make a name for myself in the sex club industry. With years of networking and learning about everything I could about it, I was finally ready to open my own place. My hope was that it wasn’t just going to be new, it would feel new – I wanted to make it really classy, a place that would attract the wealthy and the sexiest people in Boulder. I would be picky about who could get in, but you can’t be exclusive if you just allow everyone inside.

  I wanted it to be “anything goes”, where rules wouldn’t follow you in once you came through the entrance. There would be hot people of all genders – my focus was to get the hot women to come, so that in turn, hot men would start to come, too.

  I was looking to hire six “cock-tail” waiters with the emphasis on the cock that would draw in the women. I’d already held auditions for “beauties” that would entertain the men the week prior. The criteria as it’d been laid out beforehand was that they had to all be muscular, have good skin, good hair- essentially, they had to be hot, and they had to know they were hot.

  I began to hold auditions on Monday, the 18th, a week before Christmas. The club wasn’t set to open for another two weeks, but I wanted my talent good and ready by the time the doors were open.

  I expected only a handful of hopefuls to show up, but to my surprise, sixteen different capable men came in to audition. Their résumés varied, but their bodies were all spectacular and they all looked like they could fit the mold of what I wanted. Their shirts were off, and I felt incredibly lucky to be me in that moment. It was hard to be critical, but I did have to admit to myself that some looked a little better than others.

  We made our introductions, and while each of them introduced themselves, I was busy looking them over, picking out my favorites and not paying incredibly close attention to their words. I was enamored by their bodies. I couldn’t help but notice that most of them were checking me out, as well. I was content with the looks, since I felt quite confident with my body and my overall image.

  I was curvy with long dark hair and blue eyes. I had a big bust, and I had worked out enough that my legs and backside were always a highlight when it came to male attention. I wouldn’t consider myself short, but compared to the way the sixteen men in front of me towered over me, I felt short.

  I wanted to narrow it down in my head from sixteen to six. As they each went down the line and briefly told me how and why they responded to the job opportunity, I was busy in my head thinking. I was imagining what I wanted some of these men to do to me.

  “So, if you read the job description, you know what I’m looking for,” I told them. “You’ve all got the kind of body that I know my patrons will enjoy, but you also need to be thorough with customer satisfaction. You wouldn’t just be here to be eye candy, you’d also have to work hard.”

  “I want to take all of you,” I continued. “But, there are only a limited number of spots, and sadly I have to disappoint some of you.”

  Truthfully, while I wish I could say that I was making my selection based on a combination of qualifiers, I was mostly being vain. Most of the guys didn’t have a lot of experience in waiting anyway, so I was going with my gut.

  I looked at my lineup of built, toned men and pointed to six, “You, you, you, you, you, and definitely you.”

  The last one that I pointed at was going to be the first to go through the next step of the interview process, although he didn’t know it yet.

  “Now, as for the rest of you, I don’t want to get any hopes up, but I would like to keep you guys as backups in the meantime. If you should have other opportunities that come along, I won’t be offended. But please, be on the lookout for a call or email from me, because anything can happen. Thank you for coming out.”

  The ten that weren’t chosen left, all looking a bit disappointed. Rather than dwell on any hurt feelings I may have inflicted, I turned my attention to the six chosen ones.

  “As for all of you,” I said. “I’ve chosen you, but we have another step in the hiring process to go through. Before that, I just want to say that even if you don’t have much experience working with big cr
owds of people or serving drinks or even if you’re not fully sure what to expect at a club like this, you’ll learn. You responded to my ad for a reason, and you’re all obviously interested in the job, so I imagine that you’re all open-minded and eager to do well.”

  “Yes ma’am,” said the tallest man of the six.

  “Awesome,” I said clapping my hands together. “Leave all your info on the table over there, I’ll be in touch this week.”

  I was pleased when I saw that the last man to place his info on the table was the man I was most eager to know more about. He had nice dark hair and piercing green eyes.

  “What’s your name?” I asked him.

  “Matthew Barnes, ma’am,” he answered.

  “I’d like you to be the first to go through the next stage of the audition,” I said. “I don’t exactly have an office set up yet. Do you think you could go wait for me in the back room with the couches? I’ll be there soon.”

  Like a good boy, he obeyed. I started to look over his résumé, and was impressed to see that while he worked in an office, he was apparently a volunteer fireman. I wanted to know more about his service.

  Before I could go talk with Matthew, my best friend Araya came walking in. She was my best friend and closest confider, someone who told me everything and whom I told everything to. She arrived at a good time, because I liked to get her advice before embarking on an adventure. She’d been my advisor since we met in college almost ten years ago. While I was learning business, she was learning how to design buildings. Our interests were able to form a natural union while I tried to get the sex club going: I would say what I wanted and she would use her knowledge and passion to bring my vision to life. She wasn’t just a capable designer, she was also very artsy.

  “So, how many showed up?” she asked me. “Did you make your picks?”

  “I did. I narrowed it down to six. One of them’s in the back right now, actually.”

  “Just one?” she went. “I’m telling you, that’s a waste. You should be trying two at once. I swear, you’ll thank me later.”

  Araya was actually dating two guys at the same time. They knew about each other, but their arrangement was always a little peculiar to me; it was a hard to get a read on the three of them whenever they were all together. Regardless, she loved it, and often encouraged me to try it how she did it.

  “Still not sure about that,” I said. “I have always wondered about it, but I think I’ll stick with one at a time for now.”

  “Suit yourself,” she said. “What did they think about your lengthy interview process?”

  “No one really said anything about it,” I said. “They’ll all be waiting for my call.”

  “Nice,” said Araya. “So, who’s the stud waiting for you back there?”

  “Matthew Barnes,” I answered, consulting his résumé. “He’s a volunteer fireman and he’s hot as fuck.”

  “Mmm,” she hummed. “What about the other guys?”

  “I don’t really remember their names, a lot of guys showed up,” I admitted. “I just went with my gut or my libido, I’m not really sure.”

  “Well, don’t let me stand in the way of your auditioning process,” she said with a wink. “I’ll just be wherever you’re not, measuring walls and playing with lights. You have fun.”

  What Araya had been referring to was something I had in mind that was quite daring. I didn’t just want all of the men that worked at my sex club to be hot; I also wanted them to be good lovers.

  I headed to the back room hoping that Matthew would impress me.

  2

  Matthew was rugged, but he had kind eyes. I was curious whether or not that was part of his persona or if there was a story behind those eyes.

  “Have a seat,” I told him as I entered the room.

  The room had two large loveseats and a sizeable chair. He sat on one loveseat, and I sat on the one next to his.

  “So, how old are you, Matthew?”

  “I’m 29, ma’am.”

  I scoffed. “Ma’am? Come on, you’ll make me feel old calling me that. You can call me Sarah.”

  “Will do,” he said.

  He had put his shirt back on before entering the room, and I was eager to have it come back off.

  “I couldn’t tell out there,” I said. “Do you have a tattoo?”

  “Yes ma’am, Sarah. I have one on my left shoulder.”

  “Could you take your shirt off so I can see it?”

  He grinned, nodding in affirmation as he got up off the loveseat to strip off his shirt, revealing his tremendous physique. His chest was powerful and he had impressive abs. He walked up to my loveseat, making me more anxious by the second.

  He leaned down to show me the tattoo on his shoulder. It was an emblem related to firefighting with numbers and symbols etched into it.

  “So, what is it, exactly?” I asked him.

  “It’s the emblem for the firehouse that I work at,” replied Matthew. “I’m a volunteer firefighter here in Boulder. I got this tattoo with a lot of the other guys- they got ones like it on their shoulders, too.”

  He stepped back and went to grab his shirt.

  “You don’t need to put that back on just yet,” I said. “Where’s the fire?”

  He chuckled. “Good point. Nice pun.”

  I crossed my legs. “Do you have a girlfriend, Matthew?”

  “I don’t,” he replied. “I haven’t been in a serious relationship in quite a while. I’ve been burned a couple of times, no pun intended.”

  I nodded, thinking about what he said and thinking back on my own history.

  “What about you?” he asked. “Do you have anyone special in your life?”

  “I’ve only had one serious boyfriend my whole life,” I replied. “I know that might make me seem weird but, we were together for six years. I thought he was ‘the one’, or whatever. We started dating senior year in high school, kept it up through college.”

  He sat down next to me. “What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”

  I sighed. “I found out that he’d been cheating on me for the last few years of the relationship. He’d been sleeping with a few girls some I even knew. After that, I swore off ever getting in a serious commitment again.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” he said sincerely.

  “I’m not. Now, I always have options. I don’t have to close myself off to great opportunities.”

  He cleared his throat. I uncrossed my legs and scooted closer to him.

  “I feel you, though,” he said. “I’ve mostly been into the casual thing for the last few years, too. I’m not really in a rush to get back into a relationship. I don’t think you’re weird.”

  “You’re sweet,” I told him, placing a hand on his pants leg. He seemed glad about my approach.

  “So, uh, what’s the next step in the audition?” he asked.

  I decided to not hold anything back. “We’re going to have sex.”

  His eyebrows rose. I began to rub his legs, feeling his firm muscles underneath his jeans.

  “Even if you’re not literally seducing the customer, they can tell if you know how to fuck or not,” I said. “It’s something you just know. I think I know about you, but I have to make sure. Are you comfortable with that?”

  He smiled, moving my hair out of my eyes.

  “Very comfortable,” he said with excitement.

  And then, we slowly moved our heads closer together. We kissed each other’s lips slowly at first, but soon we began to kiss faster and our tongues began to occasionally sneak into each other’s mouths.

  I became so turned on so quickly. He was an incredibly good kisser, quite possibly one of the best kissers I’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. I began to wonder if just kissing his warm lips would be enough to make me cum.

  Before I could wonder for much longer, and before I could make any moves, he was taking off my pants and my moist thong with one swift pull. He moaned at the sight of my drippin
g pussy.

  He decided to feel it to know just what he was doing to me. I began to moan at his touch, not forced or even remotely for his ego. The way he rubbed and fingered my pussy was unlike how any man before had ever pleasured me. I didn’t have to give him directions and I didn’t have to make any requests. He was beyond perfection.

  After only a few minutes of his intense work, I gripped onto his free wrist.

  “Fuck,” I gasped. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum.”

  “Do it,” he whispered.

  I gave in and released my orgasm. He had given me an experience that I’d never felt from a guy before. He had achieved in six minutes what my ex-boyfriend hadn’t been able to achieve in six years.

  I wasn’t done with him in the slightest. I moved his hand from me, allowing myself to breathe and recover for a few short moments before the next step.

  “How do you want to fuck me?” I asked.

  He chuckled, kissing my neck as I leaned back on the loveseat. “I’d love to bend you over and take you from behind.”

  I pushed him off of me, threw off my shirt and got myself completely naked. He followed in suit, showing off his impressive dick that I was excited to accept.

  I bent over on the chair, waving my ass around waiting for him to grab it. I could see his dick growing thicker and harder by the second.

  “Make me cum again, Matthew.”

  He grabbed onto my ass and was easily able to slide his fat tip into my open hole. With each new inch that he gave me, he would give my ass a hard smack. Once I had all of him inside me, I began to push against him, giving as much as I could while he gave me more than I had bargained for.