Paradise: The Paradise Club Series

by Low, JA

  Sitting on the edge of my desk, I’m ready for her. My dick twitches to life.

  “The usual, please, Jade. I want to see my dick painted red from your lipstick. Do you hear me?”

  “Yes, sir.” She gives me a smirk before dropping to her knees.

  “Tits out, Jade.” She undoes the top few buttons of her tight shirt, then unclasps the front of her bra, exposing her tits. Men are visual creatures. She undoes my suit pants dragging them to my ankles, then she pulls down my boxer briefs, and my dick springs to life.

  Licking her lips, she begins to suck my dick as she settles herself before me. I watch as those bright red lips sink to the base of my cock while she sucks me to the back of her throat. No gag reflex. That’s why she’s the best. She leaves a bright red ring around the base of my cock. Good girl. She continues slowly up and down my dick until it has red ring marks all the way around.

  My phone starts ringing, and I curse whoever’s on the other end.

  “Don’t stop,” I warn her, and she doesn’t flinch. I answer the phone without looking at who it is.

  “What?” I answer hoarsely.

  “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

  Shit! Camryn. My body tenses.

  Jade notices, she hesitates before continuing her assault on my dick.

  “Nooo.” My answer comes out a little more like a moan as Jade works her magic.

  “I interrupted something, didn’t I?” Camryn’s quick to catch on.

  “No. Um...”

  “Don’t lie to me, Nate.” She sounds angry as silence falls between us.

  Camryn’s jealous.

  Dammit.

  I knew it.

  Then phone line goes dead.

  13

  Nate

  “Fuck!” Slamming my hand on the desk, Jade pulls back.

  “Is everything okay, sir?” she asks.

  “Yes… I …” As I am running my hand through my hair, my phone starts ringing. It’s Camryn wanting to FaceTime me.

  “Hey,” I answer the call tentatively.

  “Are you in your office?” she asks.

  “Um… yeah.” I am feeling a little confused right now, not understanding what she’s up to.

  “Good.” She smiles. “Do you have somewhere you can put your phone, handsfree.”

  Huh, what?

  “No. Why?”

  “Because I want to watch. Whatever it is your doing.” Those green eyes of hers twinkle with mischief.

  “Really?” I question because I’m not sure I hear this right.

  “Yes. Unless she doesn’t want me to watch.”

  My eyes flick down to Jade, she’s remaining silent, waiting for my command.

  “Nate, I can see you’re looking down at someone.”

  I nod my head at Jade, she gives me permission, so I move the camera down, so she comes into view.

  “Oh, she’s cute.”

  “Thanks…” Jade smiles nervously.

  “Oh my God, you have the best tits,” Camryn tells her.

  Realizing Jade’s are still out, I am starting to feel like this is a little surreal.

  “Nate, give her the phone.”

  I do as I’m told and hand the phone to Jade, who’s blinking fast and fumbling.

  “Sorry, I don’t mean to be weird or anything, I just want a closer look at your boobs.” Camryn giggles.

  “Really?” Jade’s face lights up. “They’re real,” she says proudly.

  Honestly, what the hell is happening?

  “I can tell,” Camryn muses. “Sorry to interrupt your night, what’s your name?”

  “It’s Jade, and no not at all.” Jade waves Camryn’s apology away.

  Hello, what about me?

  “I’m kind of glad I called when I did.”

  “Yeah?” Jade asks.

  My ear pricks up wanting to know Camryn’s answer.

  “Means I can now watch.”

  Wait! What?

  “Really?” Jade seems excited.

  “If you don’t mind,” Camryn adds.

  “No, of course not. I think you’re beautiful,” Jade adds.

  “Oh, babe. Really? Thank you so much.”

  Shaking my head, I just can’t.

  Why are you not here? It would be so much more fun,” Jade asks Camryn.

  That gets my dick twitching.

  “You’d want me there?” Camryn seems shocked.

  “Of course, you seem fun. None of Mr. Lewis’ girlfriends are ever this fun.”

  Camryn and I both say at the same time, “We’re not dating.”

  “Has Mr. Lewis had many girlfriends?” Camryn giggles.

  “Okay, that’s enough.” I take the phone back from Jade.

  “Hey, no fun. I was trying to get the juicy gossip.” Camryn smiles at me through the screen.

  “Nothing to tell.”

  “Boo. You’re boring.” She smiles. “Jaaadddeee,” she screams through the phone. “You can start sucking his dick again.” Camryn bursts out laughing.

  Jade goes to move, but then she hesitates, waiting for my signal.

  “You sure, Camryn?” I check with her one last time.

  “Yes. Now go get a selfie stick or something. And call me back when you’re ready.” Camryn hangs up.

  “I like her.” Jade looks up at me. “She’s different from the others.”

  “You think?”

  “Remember, what’s her name?” She snaps her fingers a few times and then states, “Felicity. When you had your city office away from the club, and she walked in on us.”

  Nodding my head—yeah, that was bad. She had to be escorted from the building.

  “You can hear it in her voice that she likes you.” Panic grips me, and Jade must notice. “No! I don’t mean it like that,” Jade quickly adds. “That she likes you, but understands you, too. She gets you and all this.”

  “You think?”

  “I hope she calls back and is naked because she’s smoking.”

  “She is…” I let that little tidbit of information about how I feel slip from my mouth.

  “If you want to bring her in, I’d love to play with her.” Jade licks her lips, and with that, my dick twitches back to life.

  “If I do, you’ll know.”

  “Use the laptop…” Jade points out. “It gives you more width, and you can be hands-free.”

  Good idea. Turning my laptop on, I key in my password and bring up FaceTime on the computer, then I hit call. My heart thunders in my chest—I am nervous for some reason. Maybe if Camryn is really serious about this, then I have found a damn unicorn.

  When the screen connects, I see Camryn’s changed, and now she’s in her underwear. Holy fuck!

  “Thought I would make myself comfortable.” Camryn smiles, holding the camera away from her, showing me that she’s half-naked. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

  “Hot,” Jade mumbles.

  “Let me set this phone up. I think I’m going to need both hands for this.” I watch as she places things in position. She has herself at the right angle, so I can see everything. I do the same and turn the laptop, so it gets Jade who’s on her knees again in frame.

  “Jade, what is that color on Nate’s dick? It’s gorgeous.”

  “Oh, it’s Mac, Lady Danger,” Jade tells her.

  Seriously? This is the weirdest blow job I’ve ever had.

  “Great. Must grab some. I’m sure Nate won’t mind me giving it a try.” She sends a wink my way, and my dick twitches wildly. “Sorry, continue.” Camryn lays back and waits for Jade.

  Jade looks up at me, gives me a wink, and takes my dick into her mouth. My eyes flick to the screen as I watch Camryn’s reaction. Her eyes widen, and she moves forward just a fraction as if trying to get closer. Jade’s giving one hell of a performance. I flick back to see Camryn again, and this time her hand has disappeared into her panties. Fuck! My dick throbs as my fingers dig into the desk. But I can’t take my eyes off Camryn, and neither can Jade.

/>   “Take your pants off, Cam,” I growl through the screen. “I need to see how wet you are. See if Jade needs to work harder to get you dripping.” Camryn does as she’s told, and her pussy is right there for me to see. “Move the camera closer, I want a better view.” She does as she’s told. “Closer,” I say through clenched teeth. “All I want to see is your cunt on the screen and your moans in my ears. Do you hear me?”

  “Yes,” Camryn moans.

  The camera moves closer as her perfect little cunt fills the screen for me. All I can see is her fingers dipping inside, and they’re slick with her wetness. Jade sucks harder upon seeing Camryn working herself over. I can’t take my eyes away from her. Her cunt greedily takes her fingers in time with Jade’s sucking.

  Camryn moves her hand away and begins working on her clit. I watch in fascination as her wetness begins to drip down her lips.

  Goddamn, I wish I was there to lick it all up.

  Jade takes me all the way to the back of her throat.

  Holy shit. Yes.

  Oh my god, yes.

  Camryn’s strokes increase more and more. I notice Jade’s hand has disappeared between her thighs—she’s getting herself off too.

  Fuck, this is all too much.

  Camryn’s beginning to moan and groan while Jade’s humming around my dick. My balls are ready to explode.

  Camryn’s the first, her orgasm fills my ears with her scream, which is too much for me, and I blow my load down Jade’s throat. Not long after that, Jade comes. Looking over at the screen, Camryn’s pussy is still there on show, pink and perfect.

  “Thank you.” Jade gets up and leaves the office.

  Fuck me.

  Pulling up my pants and tucking myself back in, the camera moves, and I see Camryn’s flushed face.

  “That was fun.” Camryn gives me a big smile.

  “Fuck, yeah, it was.”

  “Where’s Jade?” Camryn looks around the room as much as she can by the limitations of FaceTime.

  “She left.”

  Camryn pouts. “I hope she came?”

  “She did.”

  “So, you play with her a lot?”

  “She gives the best blow jobs. But no, not a lot.”

  “That was hot, Nate. Watching the two of you.” I can hear it in her voice that she means it.

  Something inside of me switches, and before I know what I am doing, I say, “Come to London. Tomorrow.”

  Silence falls behind the screen.

  “How?”

  Well, at least that wasn’t a no.

  “When does Kimberly go home?”

  “She left today.”

  “Say it’s a work emergency.”

  Camryn bites her lip, and I watch as she thinks it over. “I can come for the day but not overnight.”

  Damn! I’ll take whatever I can get.

  14

  Camryn

  “Hey, babe, I have to pop down to London tomorrow.”

  Olivia looks at me funny, a frown forming on her forehead. “That’s a long way for one day. Why?”

  “Just have to collect something for a client. They’re holding the last one in Harrods for me.” Hoping she believes me, I continue, “I’m going to be on the first train of the day and be back by dinner.

  “Okay. I’ll get someone to drop you off at the train station.”

  “Thanks so much.” I lean over and kiss her on the cheek.

  * * *

  Okay, I’m the worst friend. Leaving my girls to go chase some dick, but technically, it’s work, right? Not like anyone is even going to notice that I’m missing. Everyone is all coupled up and enjoying the afterglow of Vanessa and Christian’s wedding.

  The driver has dropped me at the train station, and I see Nate standing outside waiting for me. His dark brown hair is blowing in the winter breeze. He’s rugged up in a stylish navy coat, wearing jeans and a white chunky knit sweater.

  “You made it.” Greeting me with a kiss on the cheek, I’m surprisingly nervous all of a sudden. “My car is over here.”

  We slide into the stylish town car.

  “It’s about a two-hour helicopter flight to London.”

  “Beats sitting on a train all day.”

  Nate reaches over and takes my hand. “Thank you for coming.”

  I look out the window and watch the green countryside pass us by. It doesn’t take long until we’re at the heliport and lifting off.

  Reaching out for Nate’s hand as we soar over the English countryside, Nate points out important places as we fly by. Especially as we get closer to London. It’s different seeing your hometown from the air.

  Eventually, we land at the city heliport, and we’re whisked off again in a classic town car toward his club.

  “I know I keep saying it, but really… thanks for coming.”

  We pull up to a nondescript building in a fancy part of town, slide out of the car, and walk to a door. Nate pushes some buttons, obviously a code, and the door opens.

  Oh, that’s very James Bond.

  Nate takes my hand again, bypasses the reception area—the woman at the desk waves—as we walk past. He leads me up a darken stairway, which takes us up a couple of flights of stairs where we reach a mezzanine area along which the offices are located.

  “This is my office.” He points to the door as we stop, but we don’t go in.

  “Thought you might want to have a look around first. You can leave your coat and bag in my office if you wish.”

  Shaking off my coat, I hand it to him and my bag as well. Nate opens the door then places it on the chair. “Here, you will need these.” He hands me some colorful bracelets, and I hold them in my fingers. “Everyone has to wear them at the club if they are playing.”

  “What do they mean?”

  “Pink if you’re into exploring with women. Blue if you’re into exploring with men. White is no sexual intercourse, but all other play is okay. Red is if you’re 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. Black means no play at all, and a lot of the staff members will have one of those on, but you will also see some staff members with colored bands,” he explains. “Which colors would you like for today?”

  “Pink, Blue, Green, Purple.” I give him a wink.

  “Perfect.” Handing me the bands, Nate closes the office door behind him, then he takes my hand once again. We head down a corridor, then through another door. When we merge into another area, the mood lighting casts shadows across the room even though it’s dark.

  “You’re now in the club.”

  Looking around the room, it appears stylish. But there’s an underlying kink element to the room. The dusty white lighting appears like water droplets cascading down. Comfortable looking benches with fluffy white cushions line the wall. There are a few people seated on them in various stages of undress, watching each other with hungry eyes. Modern black and white sketches hang on the walls, each one depicting a couple or more in various states of passion. The signature of the artist catches my attention—Louis Marchant, the famous French artist. These must be worth a fortune.

  “You know Louis Marchant?”

  “Yes, I like to collect art,” he adds, not stopping to let me appreciate them.

  It’s all very modern, nothing sleazy at all.

  “It’s not as busy in the daytime as it normally would be at night.”

  Holy hell, if that’s not busy, what must nighttime be then?

  Nate pulls me through the darkened corridors which have gray wooden doors along either side of the corridor, looking more like a dorm than a sex club.

  “See how each door has a light above it. Green means empty, red means occupied. Some people allow blinds up. Some people want privacy. You can tell by this little note here.” He points. “Some people want you to watch but not hear, and s
ome people want you to hear but not watch.” Then he points to the speaker. “Or, some people want both.”

  “What’s in the rooms?”

  “Each one has a different theme. We can also set them up for whatever the customer would like. Would you like to check it out?”

  Of course, I would.

  Nate opens one of the rooms displaying a green light. It changes once the door is closed, the red light turning on. This one is a Moroccan-themed room and nothing like I thought a sex room would look like. The walls are painted a deep burnt pink. There’s a blue velvet chaise in one corner piled with darker blue cushions. A Persian rug is on the floor under a coffee table. Tiny Moroccan tiles line the floor underneath. There’s a gold arch mirror, as well as a large bed, with an intricate wooden carved bedhead, white linen duvet, and jewel-tone crushed velvet cushions made up in the corner.

  “Not everyone wants kink,” Nate tells me. “Some people simply want to escape and enjoy their partner away from their normal life,” he explains why this room looks more like a lavish hotel than a sex dungeon. “We have rooms on the higher levels set up for specific kinks. But the bottom levels are a little more mellow.”

  “It’s beautiful.” I run my hand over the silky sheets of the bed. “I could stay in here all day.”

  “You can if you wish.” Nate grabs the tablet docked on the side table. “Here is your in-room menu.” He hands me the tablet. “You can order food and drinks. Toys. Extra people. Certain kinks. Pretty much anything on the menu.” My eyes run down the long list.

  “You have happy ending messages?”

  “Of course.” Giving me a smirk, he continues, “Would you like me to organize one?”

  Do I? I could do with a massage.

  “If you swipe right, you’ll see your options.”

  My fingers move over the screen. There are photographs of the masseuses, and if they do men or women or both. I’m like a kid in a candy store—this is so cool.

  “Go on, pick one.”

  Biting my lip, I go through them, but I don’t know who to pick.

  “You choose.” I hand him the tablet.