The Vinyl Man; An Erotic Short Story
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Her breathing was becoming labored and she reached over and ran her hand up and down his thigh. Neither looked at the other. They watched the show and touched each other.
The man that was being sucked by the woman came in her mouth and Cherrelle swallowed for her. She was ready to take Lewis into a room and kneel before him where she would take his cock down her throat.
Her stroking hand could feel that he was more than ready. Someone bumped her from behind and she stiffened. Lewis moved her so that she was now standing in front of him.
Mmmm, she thought. What a bad idea, having that hard cock behind me and me with no panties…
Lewis pulled her close to his body and then ran his hands leisurely down her form. He liked that she’d worn a wrap around dress. It was easy access—not that he planned to undo her tie and expose her gorgeous nude form to everyone. Let them wish for him to do it.
Lewis ran his hands along her inner thighs, hiking her dress up just enough to expose her naked pussy. She leaned her back against him and seemed to sway to the images, the soft pulsing music and of course, his manipulations.
His cock was so hard, and her round full ass was rubbing him erotically. He was going to ruin these pants if he didn’t do something about that. Lewis reached between them and unzipped himself. There was no need to be undercover about his actions but he liked the idea that he was doing something that he should not be doing. Like slipping his hand into Cherrelle’s dress and pinching her fat swollen nipple. Like listening to her try to hold back her moans when his other hand was between her thighs stroking and finger fucking her. Like rubbing his exposed cock between the firm globes of her ass.
Cherrelle’s eyes fluttered close but not before she took in the sight of some of the watchers who were now watching her and Lewis.
We are the show now. Just like Lewis wanted.
Chapter Eleven
“Wear the vinyl suit Friday.” Cherrelle said into the phone, her voice was husky and low.
Lewis’ head tilted slightly. “What are you doing? Are you touching yourself?” He asked in surprise.
“Maybe,” she purred.
“Mmm. Damn that’s sexy.” He growled his response. Just a few more trips to the club and he would have his cake and be able to eat it, too. Cherrelle didn’t even realize that she was his sexual match in every way.
Allowing her freak flag to fly got easier for Cherrelle. She relished the vinyl man and the club became another decadent escape. Decadence was good when it was tempered with other things like a night of binging on Netflix movies or romantic weekends out of town.
She enjoyed spending non-sexual time with Lewis and hanging out at Cucina’s, especially when it was after the dinner rush and things had quieted down. Then she got to hang out a little with Nash. Cherrelle wanted to know her boyfriend’s partner and best friend but that wasn’t always easy.
Nash was quiet and very seldom lingered. As a chef of an up and coming restaurant she fully understood that.
“Why doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” She asked one day after Nash had placed their dinner before them: and entire roasted chicken and rice pilaf, and then walked away wordlessly.
Lewis was already slicing the chicken into chunks. “I don’t know. He’s too busy probably.”
Cherrelle grew thoughtful. “I feel sorry for him.”
Lewis made a huffing sound.
“What?” Cherrelle asked.
He wasn’t going to tell her that it wasn’t Nash that she should feel sorry for, but the women in his stable that begged for his time and he barely acknowledged them unless it was with a lash from his whips and canes.
“What?” She asked again. “I think he’s lonely. He’s overworked. Can’t you find him some help in the kitchen?”
“He has help in the kitchen—but he doesn’t allow them to do anything. He wants to do it all himself. When he has days off he just broods about what’s going on in his kitchen. Believe me when I tell you that Nash has no trouble getting girls.”
She supposed Lewis was right. He was attractive if you liked dark and brooding. She preferred upbeat and sexy. The couple played footsies under the table and laughed a little too loud until Nash returned and suggested they go home.
When he returned to the kitchen Cherrelle stuck her tongue out at his back while Lewis just shook his head at her.
“Home or the club?” He asked.
“Oh?” Her brow quirked upward. “We can do the club for a little while. As long as I can catch at least six hours sleep for work tomorrow.”
Cherrelle was always surprised that no matter when or at what time they hit the club there were always plenty of people around. Whoever owned the establishment had to be making a shit-ton of money.
She looked at her bracelet as Lewis scanned them into the garage elevator.
“How long am I going to have this white bracelet?”
His brow arched. “Are you ready to move up to the next level?”
“Which is?”
“Being allowed to the fourth floor.” He replied.
“The BDSM level?” Lewis had already explained that the fourth level consisted of playrooms where BDSM sessions were typically held. Everything was behind closed doors so there was not very much to share unless Doms brought their subjects to the lower levels—and that was typically as punishment.
And the fifth and final floor was for the VIPs use only.
Lewis eyed Cherrelle. “The next level also means that you allow yourself to be touched by others.”
For a split second she pictured the second vinyl man and her pussy surged. But she just shook her head.
Lewis said nothing more as he pushed the button for the third floor. The couple danced for a while, working up a sweat and watching the other dancers who paraded around freely in little to no clothing. Cherrelle knew that there was work in the morning but she drank more than she normally did. The dance floor was hot and the Moscow Mules were cold and refreshing. The vodka and ginger beer drink was strong and had her feeling the vibe of the club.
“Babe,” she stopped dancing. “Can we go up to the fourth floor?”
He stopped dancing and grinned at her. “Ah, so I thought you weren’t into BDSM?”
“I’m not into getting tied up and whipped, but…it might be fun to tie you up.”
Now he really laughed. “I think the vinyl man brought out the Dominatrix in you.”
“Then it’s only right that you allow me to explore it with you.”
He sighed but couldn’t help but to indulge her even though BDSM was really not his thing. Back in his college days when Nash was exploring it he had done the almost obligatory Domination thing as well. But restraint was not his forté. By the end of the night he wanted to be balls deep in a woman.
“Come on.” He led her up to the rear elevators. She always got a thrill when he exposed her to something new.
Before pressing the button to go up he leaned in to whisper into her ear. “This has to stay on the down-low. No one is allowed on that level without the correct access. Just keep your bracelet covered.”
“I promise,” she said while making a locking motion in front of her lips.”
Once the elevator doors opened he swept them inside. When the doors opened onto the fourth floors Cherrelle saw so much opulence that she felt as if she was in a Vegas whorehouse.
The corridor was red and gold with walls lined in black and white images of men and women restrained by ropes in various poses. Doors lined the corridor but each was shut and there were no windows. This was not the floor for voyeurs. It was strange to go from levels where throngs of people crowded the floor to an empty corridor.
Lewis located a room with the word ‘vacant’ showing within a narrow brass window. He quickly opened the door and whisked them inside. Dim lights illuminated a room that had bondage gear that one would typically associate with BDSM. There was a sex sling, cross, horse and various instruments lined along the wall.
Lewis shut the
door and slid the sign into place indicating that the room was occupied. When he turned back around Cherrelle was walking slowly around the room exploring all of the equipment.
He came up behind her and embraced her. “So what looks interesting?”
She turned in his embrace with a serious expression.
“Everything.”
Three hours later Lewis had experienced the St. Andrew’s cross, the horse, and the suspension cuffs. When Cherrelle restrained him it was maddening because she teased him until he got to the point of orgasm but then she retreated and taunted him. Yet she didn’t strike or hurt him. He could see that she liked bondage and restraints but she was uninterested in the floggers or whips. Perhaps it was something they needed to incorporate into their love life.
Now he was sitting in a throne and she was pampering him for denying him for most of the night.
They were both nude and he could barely drag his eyes from her beautiful body. She knew how to use what she had to work him into a frenzy. She knelt on the floor in front of the throne and slowly spread his knees.
He stared mesmerized as if this was a porn movie and he was a teenage virgin.
She was just as mesmerized by the sight of his bobbing cock. It had been that way for hours and it was now time for him to be rewarded for being a good sport and allowing her to test out the new ‘toys’ on him.
She gripped him in her hands marveling at how hard he could get. His cockhead was seeping from the hours of edging. She placed the head of his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue along the edge, collecting the slick fluid, which she then savored.
She listened as his breath came out in a hiss. It let her know that he was being pushed to his limit. She peeked up at him and watched the way his mouth had fallen open. He watched her in return with glazed eyes. Cherrelle cupped her hands around his shaft and worked it rapidly while she sucked and lapped at his cock.
He wasn’t able to last more than five minutes. His toes curled forcefully and he nearly arched out of the throne. With a loud cry he poured his cum into her mouth.
Afterwards she sat in his lap where he cradled her lovingly.
“No way you’re going to work in the morning.” He said.
She shrugged. “I will go to work even if it means that I don’t go to sleep.”
Lewis cleared his throat. “Babe…what do you think about moving in with me?”
She sat up and gave him a surprised look.
“Move in together?”
“Well yeah. It makes sense. If we lived together we could see each other more. We end up talking on the phone more than seeing each other.”
She leaned her head back to his shoulder. “It’s a big step. Are you sure you want to live with me Lewis? You said I snore.”
He chuckled and hugged her close. “I can tolerate the snoring. It’s a great trade off for a morning blowjob.”
She elbowed him playfully and then they shared a kiss.
“That sounds like a yes,” he said when she drew back.
She gave him a serious look. “Do you love me Lewis?”
He touched her face. “I love you Cherrelle Ann Humphrey. I never thought I’d find someone like you. You are everything that I want.” And he meant it. Lewis never said the ‘L’ word unless he meant it. He didn’t need to know whether she was into swapping—together they were making amazing new adventures, even better than his past adventures.
She smiled and gave him a long kiss. “I love you too, honey. You are my fantasy come to life.”
“Lets get you home then.”
They were walking hand in hand back to the elevators but the door slid open before they reached it. Two solemn women with their head bowed peeked up at them. The women were accompanied by a big man dressed in tight leather pants and a black nylon shirt that stretched over his huge upper body.
Cherrelle’s mouth fell open. “Nash…?”
Chapter Twelve
Nash had been pent up for a while. It didn’t help that his friend constantly talked about how happy he was. He didn’t begrudge Lewis’ happiness he just didn’t want the constant exposure to it.
He was naturally an introvert but lately he was becoming a grump. He didn’t like snapping at the staff. They were his family and they worked hard and didn’t deserve to have an asshole for a boss.
Nash finally realized what his problem was. He wanted what Lewis had—not that he necessarily wanted Cherrelle. But he thought that he might want to have a partner that he could fall back on, one that he could do for and who would do for him.
He had been coming to the club a lot more lately, trying to sate his emotions in the act of domination. But for some reason he didn’t get the same relief. In fact it made him realize that the women he scened with were not at all what he sought in a partner. He didn’t want someone that only looked at him as her master but someone that could be comfortable in just being partners.
He’d been thinking about that for a few weeks and once he’d finished at the restaurant he’d decided that even if he didn’t have a girlfriend, there were plenty of women that could play the role just fine.
But when the elevator doors opened he saw Lewis and Cherrelle who were both gawking at him.
Both men were absolutely quiet. Cherrelle looked from Nash to Lewis.
“You never told me that Nash was a member.” She stated.
Lewis swallowed.
“Vegas rules,” he said.
She gave him a pointed look as if to say that there were no rules between lovers but then she stopped and looked at Nash again, seeing what both men knew she would see.
He was as big as a football player and his leather pants stretched across his big thighs like…vinyl.
Cherrelle took a step back, her mouth dropping.
“No…” she said.
Nash closed his eyes. Damn.
“Cherrelle-” Lewis began. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say but he didn’t have a chance to find out. Cherrelle was suddenly hurrying back down the corridor to the other set of elevators.
“Shit!” Lewis cursed. He gave Nash a quick look and then hurried after her. “Cherrelle!”
She was at the elevator stabbing at the button but had forgotten to use her bracelet to scan the door open. She was shaking in disgust.
When he reached her Lewis took hold of her arms. She jerked away and glared at him.
“How could you do that? How could you share me with Nash?”
The look of hurt on her face stopped him cold in his tracks. Anything that he could have said to explain just froze on his tongue at the look on her face.
“I-I’m sorry,” he managed.
She shook her head and looked away as if the sight of him disgusted her. “Just…take me home please.”
Lewis ran his hand through his hair and blew out a long breath. He scanned the elevator doors open for them and they returned to the garage silently.
“Cherrelle it’s not the way you think,” Lewis said as soon as they were in the car. She kept her head turned to the window and it broke his heart when he saw the tears in her eyes. Fuck! “I thought I wanted to share you, but I don’t-”
Her head swung and her glare seemed to stab at him. “The fuck you say? You thought you wanted to share me?”
He could have slapped himself in the face. He must still be fucked up on Moscow Mules to have let that slip.
“Cherrelle I’m sorry I’m not saying that I wanted to share you with Nash. I didn’t mean for you to think that I was giving you to Nash. I was just trying to give you another vinyl man to experience.”
“But I never asked for that! You have no idea how many levels of wrong you and Nash are.” She swiped away her angry tears. “You two are walking around knowing that it was him in bed with us but I’m clueless about it. That was wrong! It wasn’t supposed to be your best friend, your partner. You don’t do that to someone that you supposedly love!” She turned back to the window and the tears ran freely down her cheek.
“Lewis. I need time. Just take me home.”
He bit his lip but did as she asked.
Lewis was drinking a beer in the empty restaurant at Cucina. The wait staff had already left for the night. The only person still around was Nash who took a seat opposite his friend holding two champagne flutes in one hand and a bottle of Prosecco in the other.
“If we’re going to drink than lets drink the good stuff.” He poured his friend a glass of wine. Lewis grabbed it and had it finished in one swallow. Nash immediately poured him another.
“I can’t believe we’re over.” Lewis finally said. It had been three days since the incident at the club. In that time he had called her, texted, sent letters, and had even showed up at her apartment.
Cherrelle had informed him that they were through but he couldn’t accept that. This was the first time that he’d been denied something that he truly wanted. Lewis wasn’t familiar with this feeling. He had certainly faced strife before in his life but when it came down to it, when he wanted something he had always found a way to get it.
“There is nothing that I can say, nothing that I can do that will change it. She won’t listen to me.” He had thought that when things cooled down he could talk to her. But things had cooled down and now Cherrelle didn’t love him anymore. He drank some more wine.
“I’m sorry, my friend.” Nash said. “But it’s only been three days. You’re putting her on the defensive. Give her the time that she asked for, time to see if she really wants to be out of the relationship with you.”
He looked into his empty wine glass and nodded. Nash re-filled it again.
Cherrelle entered her apartment building expecting to see another delivery of flowers. She had already thrown out three bouquets. It was with relief that she didn’t see anything waiting at her door—including Lewis.