Stacie struggled to handle what she was witnessing, along with her reaction to it. She looked away, disgusted with them and with herself. When she looked to her right she saw another woman heading their way wearing a PVC mini-dress and black thigh boots, and following behind her was a naked man on his hands and knees, collared and leashed, the woman holding the other end of the lead. Stacie could hardly believe what she was seeing. They came closer and Stacie could see the man’s shrivelled penis and balls dangling as he crawled.
As they approached, the woman stopped. Stacie didn’t know where to put her eyes. “Sit!” the woman ordered the man.
He responded instantly, sitting back on his knees, his genitals dangling. Stacie felt sick. She wanted to stand up and walk away, but instead turned her head to look at Dan. What the hell am I letting myself in for? That’s humiliating, embarrassing and just horrid.
The woman took a seat alongside Dan. They exchanged a few words, but Stacie didn’t pay much attention to the conversation. She was trying her hardest not to stare at the man’s genitals. They weren't attractive, and he looked frozen.
“Come on,” the woman commanded, standing and jerking on the lead.
The pair left. Stacie couldn’t help staring at the man’s bottom as he crawled away. The two white hairy globes bobbed up and down, his balls and penis dangling beneath them. She shuddered. Stacie was relieved when they had gone. Even the other couple, now having full sex by the fence, seemed tame by comparison.
“That was disgusting,” Stacie commented, shaking her head as she sat back in her seat.
“That’s what he has requested.”
She turned her head to gape at him. “You have got to be joking.”
“No…that’s what he’s paying for.”
She gazed where they had disappeared.
“Why would anyone pay for that? Why would anyone even want that treatment?”
“It’s a fetish. He enjoys that kind of behaviour. He wants to be treated in that manner. Some people like the vulnerability of someone else being in full control.”
Stacie couldn’t see it and didn’t want to even understand it. “Is that the kind of thing that goes on here?”
“Depends what you want. Everyone has different needs. His is to be treated like a dog. She is clearly his Mistress.”
“Don’t you find that strange?” she needed to ask.
“Personally? Yes, very. But that’s what he has requested.”
“Have you had any strange things like that?”
“No, not quite like that.”
“Would you do that?”
“Of course, if he or someone else requested it.”
Stacie looked at him, shocked. It was hard enough just to try to get her head around the whole scenario. But for Dan to say he would give that kind of session…she just shook her head. And she thought she was strange for coming to the club just wanting to be taught how to have sex. Now she felt her request was almost normal.
“What kind of strange things have you done?” she asked him, bracing herself for whatever bizarre answer he might give.
“Well, I’ve had an old woman request that I masturbate in front of her.”
Stacie felt suddenly sick, wishing she hadn’t asked. “Stop, I don’t want to hear any more.”
She stood up and began to walk away from him down the path.
“Is there a problem?” she heard him say as he easily caught up with her.
Stacie continued to walk fast away from him, trying her hardest to quell the hideous picture that he had just painted. A worse one arose, unbidden, of him having sex with some wrinkly old granny. Her stomach turned. This whole thing was getting a little too much for her, beyond degrading.
“Stacie will you slow down?” she heard him say.
She had no intentions of slowing down. She intended to do nothing but pack up her belongings and leave the building. Clearly, she had misunderstood what went on here.
Stacie rushed toward the conservatory, but two women came out blocking her path. As she waited impatiently for them to move out of her way, they began to kiss each other and grab one another’s breasts. She glanced around. Dan was coming up fast behind her. The women looked at her and giggled, one of them waggling her eyebrows at her as if in invitation to join them.
“Stacie, please,” Dan said.
Stacie wasn’t interested. She barged past the women, wanting to get to the room and pack as quickly as possible. How could Dan want to perform a disgusting act in front of an old woman? How could he? She rushed as fast as she could down the corridors to the foyer. She didn’t even look at the receptionists, racing up the stairs and down the corridor to the room.
Another man came hurtling out of a room. They crashed into one another. “Hey, slow down,” he yelled at her. As she began to fall, she felt an arm taking hold of her and she twisted her neck, to see Dan holding her up. Stacie snatched her arm away and continued a little more sedately back to the room. She heard the man calling out behind her. She ignored him. Her mission was to get back to the room, get her stuff, and get the hell out the building.
“Open the door, please,” she commanded Dan.
Without a word, Dan unlocked the door and she flew through.
“What on earth is the matter?” Dan asked.
Stacie rushed to grab her bag, and started stuffing her clothes in.
“Why are you leaving?”
“I just can’t handle it, okay? I didn’t realise what I was letting myself in for.” She headed into the bathroom to gather all her beauty products, then rushed back to her bag and threw them in.
“What do you mean?” he said, following her around the room as she darted about collecting all her personal belongings.
“It doesn’t matter, I just need to go.”
Dan took hold of Stacie’s shoulders. “Just stop, for one second. I need to understand what the problem is. What do you mean, you didn’t realise what you were letting yourself in for? Please Stacie, explain. I want to help you,” he said.
She stopped to look at him. Confusion and concern shone from his eyes.
“I’m not into that kind of behaviour. I find it repulsive—”
“I know you’re not, and I wouldn’t expect you to be. You’re here to regain your confidence and self-esteem and bring back your love for sex, nothing more.”
“Well, I’ve decided I don’t need it any longer.”
“Really?” he said, releasing her. “Very well, then. I cannot make you stay here. But before you go, I want to tell you something. People come here for fun, to be free. They come here to have a good time, and not to be judged. For many people this is the only place where they can come and relax.”
“I am not judging anyone.” Stacie bristled.
“Yes you are. Do you think they’re bothered why you’re here?”
She stared at him, gazing into his gorgeous brown eyes. Her desire to leave weakened. Her heart raced, her knees turned to jelly.
“You’re here for help regaining your confidence, but they’re here for their fetish. It’s a sex club, Stacie. What did you expect? We are all individuals and have different ideas of fun.”
“But I just want to learn to have normal sex, not that…that…” she brandished a hand at the window, unable to find the word.
“And there is no one more than myself who wants to help you.”
“I mean, for heaven’s sake, I get embarrassed just being naked in front of you, let alone what they were doing.”
“Trust me, you have a great figure. You’re just lacking in confidence.”
“I just…I do want fun and to enjoy myself…but…” she said, attempting to look at him.
“Only you can make the decision to continue or not. I cannot and will not coerce you. I can offer you all the guidance you require, but the drive needs to come from you. So what that he likes being treated like a dog. So what that the couple were having sex against the tree and the fence. And who really cares that the girls we
re playing with one another. That is what they can do here. That’s why they come. And you, Stacie, are here because you want to feel good about yourself. Hold your head high, you have nothing…and I mean nothing to be ashamed about.”
He continued, “It’s hard for everyone initially. I bet those guys out there took some courage to come here like you. I bet they hammered for days, weeks or even months to take the plunge. Desires is a place where you can experiment with your sexual fantasies without censure. Here, you can be whoever you want to be without shame or stigma.” His eyes were compelling in their intensity as he tried to make her understand.
“This is starting to sound like a lecture and I’m sorry. But it’s important that you understand before you decide. I look at Desires as a box of treasures for us all to enjoy. No one is judged. No one even really cares about your fantasy, whether it’s extreme fetish or just plain damn good love-making. No one here would ever judge you for what you do or don’t do.”
“Do others come here for guidance like me?” she asked, sitting down on the bed.
“Yes, all for different reasons. Some come because they have no idea how to arouse themselves. Now that, you are getting good at,” he told her, a sideways smile appearing on his lips. He waggled his eyebrows at her. Stacie felt herself blush and she looked away.
“Hey, don’t feel ashamed,” he said, sitting next to her on the bed and lifting her chin to look at him. “You have the right to hold your head up high. You’ve already done the hardest part, just deciding to come here. It’s not easy I know, and I bet it took you ages to decide.”
“It did.”
“And who’s to say those guys out there didn’t take ages?” he said. He took hold of her hand and patted it. His touch made her shiver.
“Can I ask you a question?” Stacie said.
“Of course. Ask away.”
She dropped her gaze to their joined hands. “Did you enjoy masturbating in front of that old woman?”
Dan paused. “I didn’t personally get any pleasure from it, but she was a client, and sometimes we all have to do things that we don’t enjoy. And it made her happy, so that made me happy to be able to help her. Look Stacie, I want to teach you. What I have done in the past and what I will do in the future is my job. Yes, I will enjoy some clients more than others, but that’s the nature of my job.”
“Should I be expected to have that attitude?”
“No, absolutely not. You are here for your own pleasure and it is my job to make you happy. Just as it was my job to make her happy.”
“Do you think I’m a prude?”
“I think you need to discover who and what you are, and no I don’t think you’re a prude. I feel you’re scared and I can hardly blame you. Coming here is a big step for you, and Stacie,” he said, holding her hand tighter, “I want to help you.”
Stacie lifted her head to meet his eyes. They were full of care and compassion. “Can I have a few minutes, please?”
“Of course.” He let go of her hands and stood up. He walked to the door and glanced back at her once, smiling briefly before leaving.
Stacie sat on the bed, trying to figure out what to do. What he said made sense. Her eyes had been well and truly opened in the last hour. She had seen things she hadn’t even considered might exist. She had been repulsed and disgusted. The things she had seen were things she would never consider doing. But if it made the people happy, and no one was hurt, why was it so bad? Who was she to impose her norms on other people? Yes, she wouldn’t want to be led around collared and leashed, but who was she to tell that man he shouldn’t?
Of course he couldn’t do it out in the street, which was precisely why he came here. So he could pursue his fantasy in a safe place.
If she didn’t want to see it, all she had to do was stay out of the public areas. She could just come here to the room, and be with Dan, and not have to see anything that the other people got up to.
She lay back on the bed, and let out a deep breath. Having made her peace with the nature of the club, there was only one more thing worrying her. Could she deal with her growing feelings for Dan? It was pointless to deny them any longer. She had developed a major crush. It wasn't love, of course not. They didn’t have any kind of relationship except for a sexual one. So, maybe she could just enjoy it while it lasted, let him teach her what she needed to now and enjoy his hot young body. At least she would leave with some sweet memories and hopefully a slew of techniques so, when she finally did meet someone, she could be a tiger in the bedroom for him instead of a mouse.
Emotionally drained, Stacie closed her eyes. It seemed only seconds later when she jerked them open at the sound of the door. Dan popped his head in.
“Have you had time to think?” he said, coming into the room. In his hand he held a bottle of wine and a piece of paper.
“And?” He walked over and put the bottle of wine on the table.
“I have decided to stay. For now,” she said and couldn’t help smiling in response to the grin which flashed over his face.
“That’s wonderful, Stacie. I’m so glad we’ll still be working together.”
He came over to the bed and handed her the paper. It was the menu for the evening meal.
“I thought you might like to take a look at this. We can eat downstairs in the restaurant, or have room service. What do you fancy?”
Panic at the thought of going into any of the public areas flooded Stacie. “I think it would be nice to eat here, just you and me,” she said, hoping her feelings were not evident.
“Fine with me,” Dan said. “Do you want to order now for later?”
Stacie perused the menu. “Can you recommend anything?”
“Everything I’ve had here has always been excellent.”
“Well, you’re no help, are you?” she teased.
“Sorry.”
Stacie enjoyed their relaxed easy banter as she dithered over the choices. She finally decided on duck à l’orange with baby roast potatoes and trimmed beans. Dan rang the orders through, ordering a seafood pasta medley for himself. He then opened the bottle of wine and filled their glasses, bringing one over to her on the bed. Dan smiled and she fully expected him to sit beside her on the bed. But instead he seated himself in one of the chairs by the small table and watched her thoughtfully.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Fine. I was just wondering what the next session will be.”
His eyebrows flew up. “Do you feel ready for the next session?” The look in his eyes made her blush but she kept her eyes up this time, determined to ride it out.
“Yes.”
Dan stood up and came toward her, placing his wine glass on the dresser and taking his usual seat on the stool. Stacie swung her legs over the edge of the bed to face him. He took the glass of wine from her, and placed it next to his on the dresser, before turning back and taking both her hands in his.
“Well, if your demonstration in the bath earlier is anything to go by, you have learned the initial lessons well. Do you feel more comfortable masturbating now?”
She replied with a nod and an, “Mm-hmm,” as she stared into his eyes. Even if she didn’t she would have answered in the affirmative, desperate to get on with the next step.
“Well,” he continued, stroking his thumbs over her skin, “feel free to say if you’re not ready for this yet, but I thought we could move things along with a little kissing and touching. Me, that is, touching you.” Stacie’s eyes widened and a shiver ran straight from her hands where he touched her, to her pussy, which quivered in response. A grin split her face. “Do I take that as a yes, from your smile?”
Stacie firmly schooled her expression, not wanting to seem too keen. He couldn’t know she wanted him to touch her more than anything.
“I think I could do that,” she said.
He picked up their wine glasses and passed hers over. She all but gulped it down, eager to begin. Dan drained his glass of wine and put the empty glasse
s back on the dresser. Stacie wriggled back on the bed, lying down eagerly, leaving him plenty of room. He came back and eased himself onto the bed beside her, propping himself up on his elbow. She mirrored his posture, staring into his eyes.
If he’d just rolled her over and taken her right then, without preamble, she wouldn’t have complained. She was so ready for him it hurt. She wanted him to strip her clothes off and lick her all over.
“We will begin with a little kissing,” he was saying.
Kissing? Okay, kissing. She could wait for the rest. Stacie licked her lips, longing to taste him. Never had she been so impatient.
He moved closer to her. His face got nearer. Her body responded, vibrating to his presence like a harp string. She closed her eyes, awaiting his arrival. Stacie could feel his breath on her face then their lips touched. The kiss was feather-light and whisper-soft, but it sent tingles to places she’d forgotten existed. She kissed him back, wanting to touch, but scared in case he backed off. She wanted to press her body against his, to feel his urgency. She felt wanton…and it felt good.
Stacie opened her eyes to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, that it really was Dan kissing her. It certainly was. He pulled away to smile at her then moved back close. She closed her eyes once again, craving the feel of his lips pressed so delightfully against hers. The kiss turned more passionate, his lips became firmer and more urgent and he wound one hand around her waist, pulling her closer.
She shivered at his touch, the anticipation heightening her arousal. Dan deepened the kiss, touching his tongue to her lips. She opened in mute acceptance, her own tongue seeking his.
Stacie felt him move his body even closer to her. His pelvis touched the tops of her thighs and his hand wandered round to rest on the curve of her bottom. She pressed herself to him shamelessly, feeling the heat of his body through her clothing.
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