by JA Low
Derrick just shrugs. “And so what if he is? You guys have made up.”
I roll my eyes at him. Yes, we may have technically made up at Ryder’s christening but we are still not one hundred percent there on the friend’s front and we are most certainly not there on the sex front. “Yeah, but don’t you think it will be awkward if he’s there? Don’t you think I have seen him having sex with enough people to last a life time?”
Derrick shakes his head. “Um, maybe awkward for him having to watch all the hot guys drooling all over you or watching you suck some hot guys cock.” He gives me a sly smile.
Maybe he has a point. “Fine, I’m in.”
“Shit yeah! Now come on let’s get you dressed, tonight we are finding Vanessa’s inner sex goddess.”
“Welcome Mr. Jones,” the tuxedo dressed doorman greets us at the door. He is standing behind a leather studded reception desk with two suited up bouncers on either side of him.
“Congratulations on becoming the newest member of the Paradise Club, here is your card.” He hands over what looks like a gold credit card. “Swipe this when you want to move through the different floors. Each level has a security door and you will need this to get to the next level. Miss Roberts, Miss Ferguson, Miss Eriksen, here are your temporary cards. It has the same access as Mr. Jones’ but only for one night.”
The doorman hands us all a white version of Derrick’s card, it is kind of exciting, like we are about to step into a new world.
“And here are your bands,” he advises, handing us multicolored bands. “Each color represents what you are in to. Pink if you are into exploring with women, blue if you are into exploring with men, white is no sexual intercourse but all other play is okay, red is if you are happy to explore sexual intercourse in the club, yellow is looking to explore with just one person, green is looking to explore experiences with more than one person, purple is okay with playing in public, orange if you would prefer to play behind closed doors. People will be able to work out your interests by looking at these bands, it makes everything that more open and honest when you are chatting with other people. Also there is a black band as well which means no play at all and a lot of the staff members will have one on but you will also see some staff members with colored bands. You will be able to ask them to play at any time and they will.”
Wow, playing with the staff as well. The bands make sense I suppose. He hands them over to each of us, curiously we all look at each other. I decide to go with all the bands bar the white one, the others are pretty much in the same boat. Oh my God, my friends are a bunch of kinky fuckers.
“Drinks and appetizers are complimentary but the club is very strict on drunkenness. You can be ejected and your membership revoked if you play up,” the doorman tells us then launches into all the rules in regards to the club. We all nod in agreement. The golden doors open and a beautiful woman dressed in an emerald evening dress walks toward us.
“This is Lucy, she will walk you through the club showing you where everything is.” Lucy gives us a blinding smile.
“Welcome Mr. Jones and party, please follow me.” And we do, we follow her through the golden doors and into the club.
Wow, this place was not at all what I was thinking it would be. In my mind I thought it was some dark, scary den of debauchery but in actual fact it feels like we have stepped onto the set of The Gatsby and Leonardo DiCaprio could appear at any moment around a corner—which could happen because I bet he is a member. We are standing in a large room where there are many people milling around, all still fully clothed as if this was just another exclusive nightclub in Hollywood. Black leather booths line the walls of the room, large ornate gold chandeliers hang from the ceilings, walls painted black with gold art deco designs swirling across it and soft jazz music playing through the stereo system. It’s like stepping through time to a 1920s old Hollywood jazz bar, I loved it. Lucy guides us toward the studded leather bar; I notice curious eyes following us as we walk. The stunning bar staff hand over a couple of glasses of champagne to us.
“This level is the safe room, there is no nudity allowed in this area. Later in the evening a DJ will play and the dance floor fills up. It doesn’t take long for people to move onto other areas of the club.” She gives us a flirty wink. We follow our sexy guide to the back of the safe room where there is a grand staircase leading to the next level, as well as two lifts with bouncers guarding the area. “There are five levels of play, the further you ascend the harder the levels get.”
All four of us are quiet, not a single peep out of any of us as we take it all in. Derrick squeezes my hand, my heart is thumping, I’m not sure what is going to happen tonight and how far I am willing to go but I also feel kind of excited by that prospect as well. We slowly take the stairs up to the next level.
“This level is for voyeur’s and exhibitionists.” Lucy points to a large glass cube room. Peering inside Derrick and I are shocked to discover a threesome happening, two women and a male. He is lying on his back with one girl riding his cock and the other riding his face as they kiss. I am mesmerized. Isla, Stacey and Derrick are equally mesmerized. A light flutter tickles my belly; shit I am getting turned on.
“I will be leaving you on this level, you have your map. Please know that at any time you can use the club’s safe word, paradise. When it is used everything stops, if it doesn’t then one of the bouncers will make sure it does.” Lucy points to the many men dressed in black strangely hidden in plain sight. Then she leaves us.
“Okay, I am trying to not freak out, but we just watched people have sex,” Isla giggles nervously.
“I know, it’s kind of hot,” Stacey confesses and we all burst out laughing at the craziness that we have stepped into.
“Maybe we should go back down to the safe room, have some drinks and then work up the courage to continue our journey,” Derrick suggests. We follow his lead and head back downstairs and straight toward the bar. “Tequila shots, kind sir,” Derrick flirtatiously asks the handsome barman.
“Coming right up, sir,” he flirts back at him.
“Not yet, but maybe later I will be,” Derrick fires right back.
“Sounds like something I would like to be a part of,” the barman states, showing off his multicolored bands on his wrist. Derrick’s in luck as I spy blue.
Our tequila shots arrive and we all slam them down quickly, nerves getting the better of us. “Is it going to be weird if…you know; we see each other doing something?” Isla asks.
“Maybe, I don’t know, just as long as you don’t ask to join me, we should be fine,” Stacey says, making us laugh.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind watching Derrick and the hot barman later on,” I confess, elbowing D in the ribs.
“I know you want all up on this, Miss V. But check the bands girl, no pink on this wrist.” He shakes his bands in front of my face.
“Ew, I don’t want to join in, but I wouldn’t mind watching,” I giggle, confessing to one of my closest friends that I wouldn’t mind watching him have sex. What the hell was in that tequila shot? I mean I’m probably not the only one thinking it. Derrick is fucking hot and his body is amazing, like a damn cover model, and the barman is equally hot, plus I love gay porn and this would be live, two hot men making out, hands roaming, tight bodies, two dicks. Win-win.
“You’re only human.” He grins. “Fine, I can handle that.” Putting his arm around my shoulder he pulls me closer beside him. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “If you hook up with Christian tonight, let me watch please. I have been trying to see him naked for ages, just once I want a little peek, pinky promise.”
“What?” I gasp out loud, making the others look at me. I wave them off and turn my attention back to Derrick. “Seriously?”
He nods. “You know I have the biggest crush on him and this is probably the only chance I will get to, one; see him naked, and two; feel what it’s like to fuck him.”
I am honestly shocked. “Honestly, D, if Christian does turn up I highl
y doubt we will be having sex, we are still on rocky ground.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Would you mind if I watched him with someone else then?”
My stomach sinks. Shit, if Christian turns up did that mean I would have to watch him have sex with someone else? Why did I not think of this before? Breathe, Ness, breathe. It is going to be okay.
“I take it from the constipated look you have on your face you are not so happy with that idea?” I roll my eyes at him. “Fine, out of loyalty to you I won’t watch, fuck who am I kidding. I will take a peek, just a tiny one then I will huff away in disgust, how does that sound?” Derrick makes me laugh, taking my mind off the prospect of running into Christian.
88
Christian
“Welcome back Mr. Taylor, Mr. Connolly, Mr. Eriksen and Mr. Taylor,” Jerome, the doorman, greets us. “Here are your bands and have a good night.”
“We always do.” Finn smiles as we walk in through the golden doors into the safe room.
“Come on, let’s grab a couple of drinks before we all go our separate ways,” Axel says, leading us to the bar.
“No fucking way,” Oscar growls as he walks off from us.
I look to see what has caught his attention and I see Isla. What the hell is she doing here? Then my eyes bounce to where Stacey, Derrick and Vanessa are standing, all laughing and chatting away at the bar.
Axel grabs my arm. “Relax. Don’t freak out, okay?” We head over toward the group.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Oscar asks his sister.
“I’m here having fun.” Isla stands up as tall as she can but she is no match to her Viking brother.
“I don’t want you here,” he tells her.
“Too fucking bad. Derrick invited me and I am determined to have fun, so you can fuck off.” She crosses her long arms over her chest.
“Sorry, Ragnar,” Derrick interrupts, using his nickname for Oscar. “Little sis is here to have fun. You need to let the leash go, or maybe not, depends on if we make it to the BDSM level.” Derrick bursts out laughing at his joke, which Oscar doesn’t find funny at all and glares at him.
“Isla, it’s a little awkward for us to be in a sex club with you,” Finn adds.
Isla walks up to Finn and pushes her finger into his chest. “Then you can fucking leave, you are a member, you both can come anytime you want. But for me this is my one and only night. So you either stay and see something you might not like or you can both fuck off.”
I have never seen Isla so angry before.
“Fine, I’ll go,” Oscar says. “Finn, stay, keep an eye on her. Make sure no fuckers mess with her, okay.” Finn nods in agreement, but Isla is shooting daggers at her brother as he walks toward the entry and disappears through it.
“Okay, now that matter is over with, let’s get our freak on,” Derrick cheers.
“I’m sorry, this is awkward,” I mention to Vanessa when I am able to get a moment alone with at the bar. Those big green eyes stare at me; I can see her cheeks are rosy from the alcohol.
“It’s no different to coming home and seeing it.”
Her barbed quip hits me squarely in the gut. “I said I am sorry, Ness, for all that shit.”
Vanessa’s shoulders sag in defeat. “I know.” She takes a deep breath, turning her body toward me. “But like I said, it’s not so easy to forget sometimes.” And with that she moves away from me.
Damn it, I am just going to have to make her forget.
“Chris, you haven’t played at all tonight,” Axel states. “Everything, okay?”
We are currently on the voyeur level where we watch an orgy taking place. Normally I can feel some kind of movement downstairs, but tonight nothing, my dick is on hiatus.
“It’s Vanessa. I can’t stop thinking about what she is up to.”
Axel nods. “Thought that might be the case but just so you know she has only been watching scenes, I haven’t seen her participate in anything, yet.”
I turn to my brother. “How do you know this?”
He chuckles, “I have been following her for you. I knew you would be worried. I care about her as well and I know you would have hated seeing her with someone else.”
Sometimes my brother is kind of all right. “Where is she now?”
“She’s on the floor walking around the open viewing rooms, go find her before someone else does.” I give him a nod. “Oh and Chris, let me know if you want to share again.” He gives me a smirk.
I flip him the bird. There is no way in the world, if I ever get a second chance with her, there is no way I am sharing her. “Hell no! One time deal only remember.” He just smiles and tells me to go find her.
Moments later I find her watching three men in one of the rooms playing with each other. Slowly, I walk toward her so I don’t spook her. She barely registers me when I stand beside her lost in the action going on in front of her.
“Does this turn you on?” I’m curious to see what she says.
“Yes, I think it’s hot,” she answers without even looking at me.
“What do you like about it?”
“The fact that three hot guys are fucking each other.”
This makes me chuckle. “Does it turn you on knowing that they like you watching them, that they are performing for you.”
She intakes the smallest of breaths and I notice her cheeks are flushed. She is turned on. Shit, my dick twitches to life, finally. Vanessa’s concentration is still stuck on what is happening in front of her. I move back behind her, one hand rests lazily on her hip the other on the window of the room we are watching.
“Christian,” she scolds me but doesn’t move from my embrace.
“Shh, let me enjoy watching you watch them.”
Vanessa let’s out a heavy sigh and continues watching what is happening between the three men.
A few moments pass and I notice the slight movements she is making, trying to stem the ache that I know is happening between her legs. I work up the courage to push the boundaries a little with her. Leaning in, I whisper into her ear, “An ache has started between your legs. Your skin feels like it is on fire, every nerve ending has come alive. Am I right?”
Vanessa let’s out the barest of moans and nods.
“If you were at home right now you would have your hand down your pants, circling that aching little bud, wouldn’t you, angel?”
Vanessa lets out a whimper as she nods her head in agreement.
“You like watching these men together don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“I remember what turns you on, Ness, this exact scenario does it for you.”
“God yes,” she moans as the men continue their playing.
I press myself against her. “Do you need some help, Ness? I bet your clit is throbbing as we speak.” I press myself into the curve of her backside.
Vanessa doesn’t answer me but she doesn’t push me away either.
“I can help, Ness,” I whisper into her ear. Her face turns slightly to mine and her steady breath has slightly increased. “You can watch them while I help relieve the ache that’s building between your legs.” I watch as her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Fuck, she is so turned on. “Let me help you.” We stare at each other for what feels like hours, I can see a multitude of emotions fly across her face.
“Only because I am so turned on that I can’t think or see straight, I need something…” Her words trail off as she is distracted by the scene again.
“I understand what you need, I can help you, Ness.” She gives me the barest of nods, giving me permission to play with her. My lips touch the sensitive skin of her neck, her throbbing vein pulsating against my lips as I suck against her heated skin, she audibly gasps at my contact. My hands follow the curvy path of her body, over her hips and down toward the hem of her dress, which sits about mid-thigh. Moving under her dress, my hands find the scantiest bit of fabric covering her. I can already feel the heat radiating from her. “Spread y
our legs, angel and let me get to work.”
She does as she is told, moving her legs fractionally wider for me, never letting her eyes fall from the erotic scene before her. My knuckle skims the edge of her underwear, feeling her wetness. “You really are aching, sweetheart.” My fingers slip underneath the fabric and sink into her wetness. Vanessa let’s out a moan as her teeth sink into the bottom of her lip. “Eyes on them, Ness. Whatever you do, do not stop watching them.” She groans again as I start slowly pumping into her body, her tightness engulfing me. “Look at the way he is fucking him, the look of pleasure on his face as the other man takes his hardened cock in his mouth, look at them, Ness. Look at how much pleasure they are enjoying.” I push a second finger into her. “Do you want to hear what they sound like?”
“Yes,” she groans.
I turn on the microphone switch to the room which sits beside the door and the sounds of slapping flesh, moaning and groaning fill our little empty corridor. “Listen to them, Ness. Listen to the way their flesh sounds against one another.” I notice that now she can hear them she has closed her eyes. My fingers are still working her, moving back and forth. “Listen to their pleasure.” The moans increase with the quickening thrusts of one of the men.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Vanessa let’s out the faintest of replies as my hand quickens in time with the man’s thrusts. Her cunt tightens around my hand and I know she is close. One man explodes with his climax. He lets out a loud moan as he fills the other man with his come. Moments later, another climax as another man comes in the mouth of the man being fucked from behind. Soon Vanessa joins them in their chorus and comes all over my hand, her forehead sagging and pressing against the cool glass. The men continue playing with each other as Vanessa comes down from her orgasm. She pushes my hand away from her which annoys me. Turning around, she presses her back against the window, those jade green eyes sparkling. Grabbing my hand that was inside of her she guides my fingers to her mouth and sucks herself off them. Shit, it is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life, my dick is ready to burst.