Desires

by Holly J. Gill

  She buried her head in the pillow, surrendering to the inevitable. Her entire body felt hijacked, it jerked and fired in all directions. Her body became overwhelmed with a hot sweat and all her nerve endings erupted. Dan cried out as he thrust, penetrating faster and harder into her juicy pussy. He groaned and held his position as Stacie erupted into oblivion. She felt his cock pulsate with his orgasm, even through the rubber. His hands flexed on her hips, holding her in place as he spasmed inside her. Aftershocks rocked her body.

  Stacie held her position feeling his body against hers. Her body trembled. His hands relaxed on her hips and she felt him lean over and kiss her back.

  The he carefully withdrew and she collapsed on the bed, rolling over to face him, attempting to catch her breath. Dan lay on his side opposite her. His smile was enigmatic. Stacie didn’t bother trying to read him. She lay looking at him, her breath beginning to slow, taking in the magic that had just happened. Never in her life had she felt so much hunger for a man, or climaxed with so much pleasure.

  “How was that?” Dan asked her, discreetly pulling off the condom and wrapping it in tissue from a box on the bedside table before throwing it neatly into a bin next to the bed.

  Stacie was surprised her grin didn’t split her face. She could feel herself glowing with pure ecstasy. She was wet with sweat and she could feel her pussy was soaked with her own love juices. Her body craved for more of him. Dan was her man, well for tonight anyway. He might be a stranger, but he had taught her more about the sheer pleasure of sex in the last twenty-four hours than she had learned in her entire life.

  Dan sat up and plumped up the pillows.

  “Would you care for a drink?”

  “That’d be great.”

  Stacie watched him climb off the bed. His rounded bottom dimpled as he walked over to the dresser. He stood unashamedly naked as he poured their drinks and brought them back to the bed. His body was divine, his muscles perfect. God help her, she wanted him all over again.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked, a cheeky smile on his face. He passed her glass to her and got back onto the bed, holding his glass carefully. It hardly mattered if he spilled it, the bed was soaked with her juices anyway.

  “Guess,” she replied, pulling the sheet up from the bottom of the bed to cover her body.

  “I assume you enjoyed it?”

  “What gives you that idea?”

  Stacie made herself comfortable in the bed, arranging the pillows behind her so she could sit up straight. She didn’t want to meet Dan’s eyes. She felt a little embarrassed now by her reactions. She took a sip of her wine, not tasting it. Dan’s stare was almost tangible. She stared straight ahead, realising she had a problem she couldn’t put off any longer. She was beginning to finding him more attractive. And it wasn’t just physical either. That was great, but it was more than that. The thought had been prodding her for some time and she knew she was going to have to face it. She was falling for him. It was hopeless, she knew. She couldn’t have him. That damn contract! Stacie wished she could grab it and rip it to shreds.

  “What are your plans after leaving here tomorrow?” he asked her.

  “Back to my flat and housework, I guess. Terribly boring,” she replied, finally managing to bring herself to look at him. His lips were delicious. “Is your client tomorrow a regular?”

  “No, well yes…she’s just started,” he said, sipping his wine.

  She looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

  “She’s only been coming a short time. She’s a little older than me.”

  “Oh right. Is she pretty?” Stacie asked, wishing she hadn’t.

  “Not bad, I’ve certainly had much…much worse,” he said. The pit of Stacie’s stomach began to ache.

  “Yeah, the old woman?”

  “Yes definitely, but this woman’s unique in many ways. I have to say I’m looking forward to her. You could always book me next weekend, if of course you want to. I could give you a few instructions to keep yourself going,” he said, his expression inscrutable.

  “Oh right,” she replied. Her heart felt like it had been pulled out her body and ripped apart. This was why the contract existed, she savagely reminded herself, so stupid women like her wouldn’t go and fall for their instructors. Which was precisely what she had gone and done. She got up, intending to head to the bathroom to clean up, not looking at Dan. It wasn't his fault. He was just doing his job. It was her fault.

  “Are you okay?” she heard him ask.

  “Yes, of course, why?” She felt her eyes brimming with tears and dashed them away, horrified. Just let me go to the bathroom and cry!

  “Stacie, it’s you.”

  “Who is?” she asked, hesitantly turning to look at him. He was smiling.

  “Tomorrow. My client. My afternoon and evening,” he said.

  Stacie shook her head, not understanding. “How come?”

  “You went to reception to book me.”

  “Well, yes I did, but I—”

  “Yes…and the receptionist was ringing to see if I was available for you.” He got off the bed and moved close to her, smiling. “You know, I almost got the feeling you were jealous.”

  “Did you?” she whispered, her knees suddenly wobbling so hard she had to sit hurriedly back on the bed.

  “Yes.” He sat next to her, lifting a gentle thumb to wipe away the tear that overflowed.

  “I’m aware of the rules,” she said, looking away from him.

  “Ah yes, we must always remember the rules,” he said, kissing her cheek before standing up. He went to the bathroom while Stacie sipped her wine. A smile cracked her face as she remembered what he’d said. “I’m looking forward to her.” Did he mean it?

  Her mind’s cogs began to churn. She had to try her hardest not to become flattered with the few sweet comments he had made. This was his job. He could be just keeping her sweet, saying what she wanted to hear, so she’d carry on coming and he’d keep on getting paid. But would he be that cruel, letting her fall in love with him, just for money? One would have to be a consummate actor in this line of work, never letting the client see if you were disgusted with them, or what they wanted you to do.

  She sat on the bed, staring hard at the bathroom door, waiting for him to return. She couldn’t help it, she wanted desperately to see his sexy smile, in fact to see him, full stop. The way he walked, the way he talked, the way he touched and the way he made her feel. He was everything she had ever dreamed about in her perfect man. There was simply nothing that she didn’t like about the guy—except, perhaps, his chosen line of work.

  He came out the bathroom and flashed a smile at her. His cock was limp but he was still gorgeous. Did he know, this handsome young man, what effect he was having on her life?

  “Are you okay?” he asked her.

  “Wonderful. You?”

  “I’m great…I am just going to pop out for a few minutes, get a little air,” he told her. He went to the wardrobe and pulled out some jeans and a T-shirt.

  Whilst vaguely wondering why he was going out in the dark, she didn’t answer him other than an, “Mm-hmm,” of acknowledgement. He really didn’t need to answer to her about anything. She returned his smile as he left the room, stretching with pleasure, content in the knowledge that she would have him all day tomorrow as well.

  Chapter Six

  Stacie opened her eyes, hearing movement in the room. She must have dozed off after Dan had left the room. She turned her body slightly to see Dan sitting on the bed.

  “What time is it?”

  “Nine thirty. You were fast asleep.”

  “You must be wearing me out,” she replied, stretching out while kicking off the sheet. The air hit her body and she realised she was completely naked. She grabbed the sheet and covered herself back up. “How was your fresh air?”

  “Not bad, it’s freezing out though.”

  Stacie climbed off the bed picked up the robe that was still beside the bed
and headed into the bathroom. After combing her hair, Stacie refreshed her makeup then headed back out to Dan who was resting on the bed. Stacie went over to the wardrobe pulling out the grey jeans and red sweater she had been wearing before, then sat on the end of the bed, staring at the television, seeing what Dan was watching.

  “What do you fancy doing?” he asked, switching the television off by the remote.

  “How about we go out for a walk? I fancy stretching my legs and getting some air.”

  Dan jumped off the bed and started to put on his shoes. Stacie slipped hers on also and started to move toward the door. Dan got there first, opening it for her. She brushed past him deliberately, feeling a frisson just from that slight touch.

  They walked down the corridor hearing music—it got louder as they approached the staircase. A couple came hurtling out of a room laughing and groping one another. They seemed pretty drunk. Stacie watched them losing their footing, falling all over the place. Dan took hold of her hand to keep her moving. Stacie glanced back at the drunken pair, they had fallen to the floor with him landing on her.

  They arrived at the top of the staircase. The music belted out from below. Stacie loved a good dance, it reminded her of the good old days hanging out with her friends, leaving college, and quickly getting ready before hitting the pubs and nightclubs. She always loved dancing, standing out from the others, moving her feet to the beat and swaying her hips, hoping to be noticed by the men. She swayed to the music as they walked down the sweep of stairs.

  The receptionists were sitting and chatting. They both smiled at Dan and said, “Good evening.” Stacie frowned, trying to analyse their smiles. This was a sex club. Did they all shag each other indiscriminately? Who knew what went on here? Dan replied cordially, letting go of Stacie’s arm.

  Stacie walked over to the large double wooden doors from where the music was emanating. She wondered what was behind it. Where was Dan? She looked back to see him laughing with the receptionists. Quelling her ridiculous jealousy—they were just colleagues—she opened the doors a crack.

  The semi-darkened room was like a night club. The dance floor was full of party-goers, jigging and writhing, their hands in the air. That was something Stacie certainly was in the mood for. She went inside and glanced around. The hall was huge and grand with old Georgian features, a decorative ceiling, large canopies, and gleaming chandeliers. There was a bar at one end and comfortable-looking seating areas surrounded the dance floor.

  Then Stacie looked at the other end of the room, which was dominated by a large stage. It was a live sex show! There were several couples having sex right there on stage—there was even one woman lying on a cushioned bench being penetrated by several men from all directions. Alongside the grand old chandeliers, cages hung from the ceiling containing naked women and men dancing seductively.

  She felt her arm being grabbed. She turned to see Dan, who was indicating her to follow him out the room. She did so, feeling almost disappointed. She told herself she was disgusted by the sex show, but she couldn’t help feeling curious also, and a little turned on.

  Dan let the double doors close behind them. She followed him down a corridor, past a room with an opened door. A voile curtain covered the doorway and moaning came from within. Stacie stopped. Dan continued to walk ahead of her down the corridor. Curiosity struck Stacie. Dan had no idea she had stopped. She moved closer to the voile and moved it aside to see naked bodies scattered all over what looked like a huge inflatable mattress covered with piles of scattered cushions. The mattress virtually filled the room. They were penetrating and being penetrated indiscriminately…an orgy! Stacie’s eyes widened in disbelief. Quickly, she sped up to return to Dan.

  On the way, she heard more music coming from behind another door. Stacie stopped at another door, unsure whether she should open this one after the shock of the last. Curiosity won out. She opened the door to see a room containing tables and chairs with both men and women watching strippers on a small stage. Dan turned around to look at her as she shut this door, shaking her head. Stacie looked at him with a reluctant grin, wondering what kind of place this really was.

  Dan waited for Stacie outside the door to the conservatory she had seen before. When they went in, Stacie saw the musical note-shaped chairs she had seen before were now arranged in small groups around tables set for eating. The lighting was dimmed and small candles gave the room a cosy feel. The conservatory, or restaurant, as it was now arranged, was decorated in fetching colours, dark purple wallpaper beneath the windows, patterned with large silver leaves. A few lights shaped as women’s basques hung from the ceiling. Stacie noticed a painting of chandeliers and pianos hanging behind the small bar.

  Several couples were sitting at the tables eating, and other people stood at the bar, either ignoring or blatantly watching the antics of the other people in the room. There was one couple openly having sex in a corner, and a woman’s naked bottom poked out from underneath another table. She was clearly giving a blowjob to the clothed man at the table who was fondling the breasts of another woman, also naked, who sat next to him.

  “Drink?” Dan said, walking over to the bar.

  “Just lemonade,” Stacie said, following him. She’d had enough wine for now. The bartender passed her and Dan their drinks and then he and Dan chatted while Stacie stared round the room, feeling faintly disgusted. A woman—clothed—was playing the large piano. Stacie wondered how she could stand it, but she was probably used to it. The couple having sex began to cry out as they reached their climaxes. Stacie tried her hardest not to stare too much, but surely they shouldn’t be doing something like that while people were trying to enjoy their meals.

  Two loud girls came hurtling through the doors, dancing and singing. One girl was tall, skinny and pretty, wearing a revealing top which barely covered her breasts and a skirt which was more like a belt. The second girl was shorter with curly hair. Her very large breasts plunged out of the top of her very tiny dress. The thin girl pulled the other girl’s dress down and started to grab her breasts. The curly-haired girl pushed the other into the corner and raised the girl’s brief skirt. Curlytop ran her hand up Skinny’s thigh and pulled up her skirt, showing the room that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The shorter girl dropped to her knees and started to lick her out. Stacie turned her head, she did not want to watch the two girls having sex with one another.

  “Still want that air?” Dan asked. Stacie nodded. She took one more curious look at the girls and felt sick to her stomach.

  Stacie followed Dan back out of the room. They walked down the corridor and Stacie spotted yet another couple having sex up against the wall. She wondered if there was anywhere she could look without seeing people having sex?

  They came out at the back of the building. The cold air hit her, sending shivers down her spine. She hadn’t quite expected it to be quite so cold, but she needed air. She followed Dan onto the patio, where a few people stood smoking under the heaters. Stacie expected Dan to pull a cigarette out and have a smoke—that would have put her completely off him. But he just continued sipping his drink.

  They stood under the heater for a while. Dan was uncharacteristically quiet. Stacie was frozen, covered in goosebumps despite the patio heaters. She stood as close to Dan as she could, trying to get some of his body heat. She wished he would hold her close. Stacie glanced into the garden seeing two men spit roasting a girl on a bench. Even in this damn freezing cold weather they couldn’t control themselves.

  She turned away, looking at a wall while taking a few sips of her lemonade.

  “Dan! How you doing, mate?” Stacie heard a male voice say. She turned around to see a man wearing a smart suit approaching. He was with a woman wearing a blue sequinned dress, looking far too elegant and pretty for a place like this.

  “I’m great, and you?” Dan said. The two men shook hands and Dan gave the woman a kiss on the cheek while the man planted a kiss on Stacie’s right cheek.

  “Wow, yo
u’re beautiful, babe. What a sexy girl, Dan.”

  “Yeah she’s not bad,” he said, laughing.

  “What you been up to, or shouldn’t I really be asking?”

  Embarrassed and uncomfortable, Stacie pasted on a fake smile as the men talked. The man pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up and began dragging on the fag.

  “What you up to now?” the man asked.

  “We’re just getting a little air,” Dan said.

  “You going back into any of the rooms?”

  Stacie was disgusted. She certainly wasn’t going anywhere in those rooms. The thought that these people thought she was here for that kind of behaviour appalled her.

  “No, we’re not going to be doing that,” Dan said.

  “Well, do you fancy getting together with us? We could have our own little fun.” The man waggled his eyebrows up and down at Stacie and grinned at her breasts.

  Horrified, Stacie turned and ran back into the building. She could hear Dan calling her name behind her. Stacie kept running. She dashed down the corridor and somehow took a wrong turn. She opened door after door, then found herself in the night club room by the stage. She felt a surge of relief. If she could only get to the other side of the room, the double doors would bring her out to the reception area, and then she could get back to their room, to safety. But the room seemed to be wall-to-wall with people. She began to excuse-me her way through the crush, but they ignored her. She was knocked about and pressed against bodies.

  Head down, elbows out, she barged through. She had to get away from all this sex. Was there no one here who could talk or think about anything other than sex? Stacie charged her way through the crowd. Hands grabbed her bottom and her breasts. She felt sick—he crowd seemed never-ending.