by Blythe Reid
5
Next up was Darren Black. Unlike Andrew, Darren had apparently been actively getting model work.
It wasn’t hard to see how Darren got the modeling work. He had thick chestnut hair and gorgeous hazel eyes, along with his tall, muscular body. He’d included several headshots along with his résumé, and they were all nice to look at.
Darren showed up for the next step of his interview early that next day. I’d directed him to the room that was essentially becoming my office, and I told him to wait for me.
I gave myself a touch-up in the bathroom, making sure I looked good for him. I also decided to forgo my panties this time around, mostly because I knew they’d be unnecessary, but also to help me in the ways that I intended to seduce him.
I joined him in the back room. He was dressed nice, wearing a button-up long-sleeved shirt with jeans. I was dressed casually in a nice blouse with a short skirt.
“Hi, Darren.”
“Hey there,” he replied.
“What made you want to come tryout for this job, Darren?”
“A few reasons,” said Darren. “I’ve been modeling professionally for about five years now, but the work’s kind of dried up lately. I also wanted to try something different. I’ve gone to a few sex clubs in the past, and I thought they were pretty cool. I think it’d be kind of fun to work at a place like this. And, I’ve never worked at a place right when it opened. I want to help make the image of this place be as good as possible.”
“So, you’re a team player,” I said, happy with his answer. “That’s really good to hear.”
“Definitely. I’m happy to answer any questions you might have for me.”
I grinned at this invitation. I thought about all the questions that I’d thought of the night before, but decided not to over-think it.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“I actually just got divorced not too long ago,” he responded. “She worked at the same agency as I did. We tried, but it just didn’t work out.”
“Why not?”
“Our schedules never synced up. We didn’t really like a lot of the same stuff.”
“That sucks.”
“Yeah, and the fact she cheated on me with a lot of guys, actually.”
This was something I knew about all too well. Even though my ex and I were never engaged, it felt like we were the longer we’d been together. I felt real empathy for Darren.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to get so personal,” he said.
“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”
“Well, if you really want to feel sorry for me, you should hear about my first marriage,” he added.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I was married twice,” he said. “My first wife only wanted to get married because she loved the lifestyle that I was able to give her. I was making a lot of money when I first started modeling. She used me for the money, then left and took a lot of it with her.”
“Oh, boy.”
“Yeah, and the major bitch of my dating history was really a lot of the girls that I dated would just date me because I was a model and could get them into parties and buy them nice things. It’s kind of made me feel jaded about the whole thing, you know?”
“I know all too well about that,” I said.
“What about you, are you married?” he asked.
“Fuck no,” I laughed. “I don’t really believe in it, to tell you the truth.”
“Yeah, I don’t blame you,” he said. “I no longer trust women at all. Well, I mean it’s not like I’ve got something against you, or…”
“I get it, it’s cool,” I told him.
“My parents were so bummed after my divorce,” said Darren. “After the second one, they both looked like they were ready to cry.”
“Are you close to your parents?”
“Yeah, I am,” he replied. “I know it’s probably stupid to care so much about what they think still, after all these years. I’m over thirty, after all.”
“You can’t be older than thirty-one, surely,” I said.
“You would be right,” he chuckled. “I just turned thirty-one last month.”
I grinned, deciding to give him a question that would likely provide no answer I’d like.
“How old do you think I am?”
“Oh, now that’s an unfair question,” he said. “Besides, it’s rude to discuss a lady’s age, isn’t it?”
“Not if the lady is the one asking!” I replied. “Come on, let’s hear it.”
“Twenty-five?”
I blushed. “Thank you so much for saying that. Really, you just made my day!”
“Was I right?”
“I’m twenty-six,” I told him. “I was hoping maybe you’d say twenty-four, but I am opening up a sex shop and running it, so I’d say twenty-five was a good guess.”
“Awesome,” he nodded.
“So,” I said while scooting a little closer to him. “I guess you probably want to know what I have in store for you in the next part of your audition.”
“I was curious,” he said.
“I know you have an impressive body and a good background. But now, I’d like to know whether you know how to use it.”
“In what way, may I ask?”
“You seem like a smart guy, how do you think I mean? This is a sex club you’re auditioning for, after all.”
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, startling the both of us.
I sighed, agitated at the interruption. “Who is it?”
“Sarah, its Araya,” said the voice behind the door. “There’s an emergency that needs your attention.”
I was frustrated, but I didn’t want anything to impede our progress for the club.
“I’m so sorry, Darren,” I said. “Will you excuse me for a moment? Hold that thought.”
“Yes ma’am,” he replied.
“Call me Sarah,” I said to him as I stood up off the loveseat and took my leave.
I shut the door behind me, leaving Darren alone. Araya looked guilty, which softened me.
“What’s up?” I asked her.
“It’s about the catering crew for opening night,” she said. “They’re asking for more money than what is in the agreement.”
My mouth hung agape. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Yeah,” Araya confirmed. “They say they want a full thousand more, or they have to pull out. They say they’ve gotten offers for a lot more money for different places.”
“That’s a load of horseshit,” I barked. “I can sue them for backing out!”
“I don’t know, Sarah,” she said. “Even if you could, this is where we’re at. What do you want to do about it?”
I glanced back behind me, where only a door stood between Darren and me. I pulled out my phone, weighing my various choices.
I put my phone away. “I’ll figure it out after I’m done with Darren.”
“When will that be?”
“When I’m finished.”
6
I rejoined Darren, hastily closing the door behind me. I almost locked it, but I didn’t want to potentially frighten him for any reason.
“Now, as I was saying,” I said to him as I got back on the loveseat. “I need to know that you don’t just have the goods. I need to know if you’re good with them. While your job title might say ‘waiter’, there’s a pretty good chance that some of our clients might really like you and well, want you.”
“Okay…”
“Are you comfortable with that possibility?”
“I’m a pretty open-minded guy,” said Darren.
“Good to know. So, what I want is this. I want you to fuck me.”
He didn’t seem surprised by this revelation. In fact, he seemed remarkably chill about it.
“I want you to fuck me right here, right now,” I said. “Can you do that for me?”
“I think I can do whatever you want,” he told me.
I leaned in close
r to him, and he took it the rest of the way. He placed his hands on my face, holding me tenderly. He kissed my lips, holding it long and sweetly.
He was also a great kisser. Realizing that I’d struck gold again, I decided to reciprocate and place my hands on his face, too. His face was smooth and had clearly been shaved earlier that morning.
At first, I expected our sex to be mostly passionate and sweet, but I’d assumed incorrectly. In fact, if I’d known what was in store for me, I probably wouldn’t have even answered the door when Araya had knocked.
First, we stripped off each other’s clothes, kissing and feeling each other throughout. Next, we fell back onto the loveseat and began to 69 each other.
His cock wasn’t quite as long as the boys before him, but it was still very considerable, and it had a bit more girth to it than the ones before him. Once I had him securely in my mouth, I intended to devour him until he gave me his trust.
Unfortunately for him, he was too good at eating my sex. I was unable to concentrate on a thorough blowjob because of what he was doing to me. He was giving my pussy pleasure in ways that even Andrew hadn’t. While Darren’s tongue danced inside of me, his fingers were also playing with my clit, giving me an incredible heightened stimulation that I couldn’t handle. Eventually, while his dick rested against my tongue, I stopped working on him and exploded, cumming for him so fast.
Wanting him to cum for me, and wanting to give my mouth a brief rest, I kept him on his back and climbed on top of him, facing away towards the door. Then, with my ass to him, I put him inside of me.
He didn’t slide in instantly, because his girth required some patience. I rode him reverse cowgirl, sliding my hands across his legs while I worked to get his cum. I could tell that he really liked what I was doing since he couldn’t keep his hands off of me.
Even though I was riding him, his fingers still eventually travelled back to my clit. As he massaged it, I rode him faster and harder. He began to throb harder with each moan I gave him.
“Cum for me, baby!” I yelled at him.
“Ladies first,” he retorted.
And so, I did. I came for him while I straddled him, and he in turn followed. He grabbed onto my ass and thrust hard up into me, giving me his warm cum to mix in with mine.
Once we both recovered, he stood up, keeping me on my back down on the loveseat. He pulled me up to the edge and held onto me. He waved his dick in the air until I reached out and grabbed it, guiding it into its proper place.
He fucked me for a while, pushing so hard that the loveseat began to move from its original spot until it knocked up against the wall. I felt sure that people outside had to hear our activity, and that made me even more aroused.
I looked up into his eyes once I realized the loveseat could shift no further. I came yet again on his powerful weapon, pleasing him. He could feel me responding to him, and this made him only want to please me more.
We tried many different positions, and we would only switch when he would feel me giving him yet another orgasm. I’d never had a man work so hard to give me so much pleasure. He was giving me more than my ex and his two predecessors combined.
First, he put me on my side and fucked me from behind, thrusting against me so close that I could feel his breath against my shoulders and the back of my neck. Then, he put me down flat on my stomach, staying inside me as we moved. I put my face into the loveseat cushion, allowing myself to scream louder than I had during our entire session. Knowing that my screams would be muffled gave him encouragement to ride me even harder, smacking my ass and pulling on my hair lightly as he gave it to me so good.
We ended with me riding him. We faced each other this time, giving our lips plenty of opportunities to kiss and allowing our hands plenty of chances to grope each other. When he would play with my breasts, he would often lightly pinch my nipples as he caressed them. I wanted him to put them in his mouth, but our position didn’t give him quite enough room to feed.
It was during one long, passionate kiss that we shared when we both shuddered together and achieved one final orgasm.
Even after I’d had so many, I wasn’t ready for it to be over. These cock-tails had awakened me and were showing me just how much I’d been missing over the past many years of sexual activity.
While part of me was thrilled at the kind of men that had applied to work for my exquisite sex club, part of me was feeling slightly disappointed.
These three men had been so good, and I didn’t like the idea of them “working” with other women.
7
Araya and I were out having lunch together the day following my extensive audition process with Darren. I’d told her a bit about the three men I’d had the pleasure of receiving pleasure from, trying not to go too heavy into details and risk getting us kicked out of the restaurant.
After I was done telling her about the experiences, I arrived at my dilemma.
“Those three guys would likely fuck some of the women that come into the club,” I said. “It’s not unheard of. All they have to do is tell them they’ll give them a fat tip. ‘Fat tip for a fat tip,’ you know?”
“Right,” said Araya with an obvious tone.
I was afraid I’d said too much. “I don’t know. It’s just been really good. It’ll be a little weird knowing they’re giving other women such good service.”
“Isn’t that what we want?” asked Araya. “The better the guys are, the more ladies we’ll get coming in ready to give us their business.”
“Oh, definitely,” I agreed. “I guess it’s good that I had them at least once.”
“You got to have them more than once,” she laughed. “Remember, you’ve still got three more to bang, I mean, ‘audition’. Once you’ve had them, you’ll probably forget about the others.”
“Yeah, maybe. Each guy does seem to be better than the last.”
“Hey, maybe you can try the next batch of three all at once,” Araya suggested with raised eyebrows.
“What?” I asked with disbelief.
“Try all of them together at once,” she repeated. “If they’re all going to be working together, chances are they’ll end up working on some of the same patrons together. Who knows? They might be up for it.”
I took a long sip from my glass of water. “I don’t know about that. I think that might be coming on too strong. I haven’t been sure each time I’ve asked them to have sex with me alone. That idea might scare them off, don’t you think?”
She didn’t seem to waver. “I don’t know. I think you could make it happen.”
“Hmm…”
“Speaking of making things happen,” digressed Araya. “I wanted to voice my fear, well not fear, let’s call it concern. You’ve see the place, you know things are going well with construction and decorating.”
“But…?”
“I’m just a little worried that maybe we won’t be able to finish on time for New Year’s Eve,” she said.
I ensured that my voice sounded as serious as possible. “That’s unacceptable.”
“Sarah, Christmas is coming up here soon,” said Araya. “If you want the crew to work on Christmas Eve or the next day, that’s fine. But you know, as well as I do, if you want them to work then, you’ll have to pay them double the rate you’re paying them now.”
“Right.”
“I’ll work whatever days you want me to, I don’t need a day off,” she said. “But, we’re homies, it’s different. The crew’s working as fast as they can, but we might be looking at an opening closer to the 2nd or 3rd next month instead of New Year’s.”
“If that’s the case, I’ll pay them whatever I have to,” I said. “We’re opening on New Year’s Eve night. It’s going to happen. I appreciate you telling me that, though. I’ve been kind of afraid of all that, too.”
“So, what way are you leaning?”
“I’m not sure yet,” I admitted. “I need to get back to the club. I have another appointment to get to.”
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��Who is it today?”
“His name is Jacob Walters. He’s got the best kind of experience out of all the applicants, actually. He worked at a Vegas male show.”
“Very nice,” she said with a hint of jealousy. “So, you’re not tired yet?”
“Hardly,” I laughed. “If you were having the sex that I’ve been having this week, you wouldn’t be done either.”
After we finished our meals and paid our bills, I texted my three former lovers individually, daring. I asked them if they would be up for the idea of a possible ‘group session’ sometime in the near future. I was nervous and reluctant each time I sent one of the texts, but I was happy with the results of my courage.
All three of the guys said they would be down for whatever I wanted. Andrew even said that he was ‘very open to the idea of a gang-bang’.
I wasn’t sure what I might be getting myself into, but I wasn’t about to turn back around. I was only looking ahead, and I was hoping that the next three guys would be just as good as the first three.
When I returned to the club, I was surprised to see that Jacob was already there. He was seated near where the bar was going to be, sitting on a barstool. He was dressed in a bright white shirt and black pants. As I walked inside, he greeted me with a nice, bright smile, showing his perfect teeth and cute dimples. I could feel myself blushing already.
He had dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes. He was the shortest out of all six guys, but he made up for his height with an impressive build. When he stood up to shake my hand, he was flexing his massive arms. I was afraid for his shirt.
“I’m sorry you’ve been waiting here like this!” I said to him.
“It’s all good,” he said without breaking his smile. “I haven’t been here for long.”
“So, you got my voicemail, then?”
“I did,” he answered. “I’m ready for the interview!”
“Good to know. Let’s walk over to the back and get comfortable, shall we?”
I escorted him to the back, letting him walk behind me so he could check out my ass as we strolled. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I wanted him to know that.