“What do you think,” he said, coming over to her.
“Not bad. Not bad at all.”
“Will I do?”
“Just about, I should think.”
He went over to the table and poured two glasses of wine, bringing hers over as she started on her makeup. He watched her for a while as he drank his glass, gulping it down pretty quickly, she thought as she took a mouthful of hers before she applied her lipstick.
“I just need to pop downstairs for a few minutes,” he said, putting the empty glass on the dresser. “I’ll leave you to finish getting ready.”
“Okay, thanks,” she replied. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She shivered, just the feel of his lips pressed against her flesh was enough to send her crazy.
Dan left the room and Stacie turned her attention back to her makeup and her dilemma. No matter how hard she tried to get over or ignore her feelings for him, the hole appeared to be getting deeper. Could he have looked any better tonight? Was he deliberately making her crave him?
Stacie moved over to the dress, gazing at it, imagining exactly how the dress would hang on her. She took the dress off its hanger and moved over to the full-length mirror, holding it up in front of her. Thank goodness she managed to get to a tanning studio when possible, otherwise the pure white would have made her look ill.
Stacie put the dress back on the wardrobe door, then sat at the dresser debating how to have her hair. She rummaged in the drawers and found a new pack of hairgrips, so she decided on a French pleat with a swept fringe at the front. She neatly pinned her hair up, then reverently took the dress off its hanger. She put her feet into the dress, bringing it slowly up her body until it reached her waist. She eased the bust area over her breasts, settling it low enough to give her a devastating cleavage. The dress had an almost magical inner support she found as she zipped it up the side, holding her breasts up and projecting them out quite magnificently.
She turned her back to the mirror, craning to look over her shoulder. The deep scoop at the back left her back fully naked with the train trailing on the floor. The front of the skirt sat slightly higher, so she wasn't likely to trip over it, which was a good thing.
Her breasts looked dazzling—they were certainly going to get attention. She may as well not have bothered making up her face, certainly no one would be looking at it, with those boobs in eyeshot.
Stacie slipped her feet into the shoes. The four-inch heels were surprisingly comfortable, although whether they still would be after a night of dancing remained to be seen. She did look pretty good though, she thought, giving a twirl. She heard the door open and waited till Dan was fully in the room before turning to give him the full effect. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open quite satisfactorily, and he gaped at her for a full thirty seconds, she judged, before he managed a stunned, “Wow!” He came over to look at her from all angles. “You look sensational,” he said, stealing a mouthful of her wine. “How do you feel?”
“I feel good.”
“I don’t think I have ever seen such a beautiful creature,” he said as he admired her.
“Does that mean I normally look terrible?”
“Oh, yeah, awful. I’d be ashamed to be seen out with you,” he teased, his eyes twinkling. “But there is something missing,” he continued, his face turning serious.
“What?” Stacie asked, worried.
“I bought you a present,” he said, drawing out a long blue jeweller’s box from his inside pocket.
“A present? For me?”
“Now, don’t get excited,” he warned as she took the box and opened it. “They aren’t real diamonds!”
“I should think not,” Stacie said, as she gazed down at the stunning drop earrings and graduated bib necklace in the box. “If these were real diamonds you’d probably have to mortgage your life away to pay for them.”
“Do you like them?”
“I love them. Thank you,” Stacie looked up at Dan’s happy face. She took a step toward him and kissed him gently on the cheek.
“Here, let me put it on.”
Dan took the box off her and removed the necklace. Stacie turned back to the mirror and watched as Dan draped the necklace over her collarbones and fastened it at the back of her neck. It looked stunning, even if they were only cubic zirconias. She put on the matching earrings.
“You look absolutely amazing,” Dan said in her ear. She met his eyes in the mirror. He put his hands on her shoulders. “Shall we go?”
Stacie turned and took the arm he held out to her. “Indeed.”
They left the room and made their way down the corridor. Music emanated from the grand hall and Stacie began to feel excited. Another couple came out of a room. Stacie and the other woman gave each other that discreet once-over, evaluating each other’s outfits. The other woman wore a bright pink strapless dress with a massive meringue skirt. She looked like a blancmange. Like Dan, her guy was dressed in a tuxedo. Stacie indulged herself in a little smugness, feeling she had won the tacit competition. Her dress was far classier and sexier than the woman in pink. They smiled, acknowledging each other, then continued their journey down the corridor.
The music grew louder as they arrived at the top of the staircase. Stacie picked up the bottom of the dress and took the stairs carefully. She looked down at the reception desk seeing Bailey watching them both coming down the steps. Dan helped her down the last few steps and she dropped the hem back down to the floor. She held her head high, feeling sensational. Dan took hold of Stacie’s arm and they proceeded to the ballroom.
Stacie stared at the double doors, feeling a sudden burst of anxiety. This wasn't just any ball. This was a ball in a sex club. What would she see on the other side of those doors? She drew in a deep breath whilst Dan opened the door. Music blasted out, it was almost a tangible force. The room was dark with disco lights flashing. Dan drew her through the doors. The ballroom was full of couples, the men looking smart in their tuxedos, perfect foils for their dazzling partners.
At the far end of the room there was the DJ, and surrounding the packed dance floor were seating areas, couches and comfortable armchairs set around small tables. Disco lights were situated all over the room, the beams bouncing off the walls, the lights flashing fast and furious to the beat of the music. A waiter approached with a tray full of glasses of Buck’s Fizz. Dan took one, and Stacie followed suit.
Dan escorted Stacie around the dance floor. Her head twisted in all directions, looking at the varied costumes of the guests. Some of the women’s dresses were barely there. They looked like those skimpy costumes professional ballroom dancers wore, designed to show off as much of the body as possible. They wandered through the crowd, Dan keeping close to her, not letting her go in the slightest. The atmosphere was amazing. The music was an almost tangible force in the room, people were singing and dancing around the tables, waving their hands around. As this was a sex club, Stacie was not surprised to see more than the usual amount of unashamed groping.
Stacie returned the smiles of the guests, while keeping hold of Dan’s hand tight, following close behind him. He took her to the other side of the room where there were two large doors that appeared to be in fairly constant use. Dan opened one of the doors and Stacie walked in, seeing a large buffet with lots of choice. As she got closer to the table, Stacie let out a giggle. Even the food had an erotic theme, having been made to look like boobs, willies and bums! Stacie couldn’t believe what she saw—sandwiches had been cut out with penis-shaped templates, cocktail sausages had been given pickled onion balls, there were small round pizzas with a central ‘nipple’ made from a slice of pepperoni and the small end slice of a black olive. Stacie couldn’t believe the number of ways food could be presented as something sexual. The chef certainly had an imagination.
Stacie kept close to Dan, making their way toward a large bar. She could see women sucking drinks through straws topped with plastic willies, and, she looked closer, yes, even penis-shaped
ice cubes.
She finished her Buck’s Fizz and put the crystal glass onto the side of the bar.
“Would you like another?” Dan asked.
“White wine, please,” she said, staring around the room watching people making their way around the food.
Dan came to stand next to Stacie, passing her the glass. “What do you think?”
“It’s different,” she said, taking a sip of her wine. Stacie couldn’t help but laugh. She started to subconsciously move to the music, which surged in volume every time someone came through the doors.
“Do you want to eat something now, or would you rather have a dance?” Dan asked her.
“I would love to dance.”
Stacie followed Dan around the large food table to the other side of the room, seeing the desserts, selections of cakes shaped as sexual organs, both male and female, as well as whips, and some decorated with images of erotic fetishes.
They walked back into the ballroom and Stacie froze when she suddenly saw Mike coming toward them. What should she say? What would he say? He had a woman hanging on his arm, wearing a red dress fitted to her bust and sweeping down to the floor. Stacie smiled nervously at the girl, who replied with a grin. Mike and the woman came over to them.
“Dan!” Mike held out his hand and Dan shook it, glancing at Stacie.
“Mike,” he replied.
“Hi, Stacie,” Mike said to her, coming over and kissing her on both cheeks. She stood still in his arms, not wanting the intimacy, but not so rude as to refuse it. “You look gorgeous.” He winked at her, gazing at her breasts.
“Thank you,” she said, trying to muster up a polite smile. She stood closer to Dan, taking hold of his hand. How could she get across the message that she wanted to leave.
Dan must have picked up on her wishes because he and Mike exchanged a bit of small talk then he said, “Well, I’ve promised Stacie a dance, so I’ll see you later, Mike.”
He squeezed Stacie’s hand as they approached the dance floor, Stacie drinking her wine a little faster, eager to get on and show Dan her moves. Dan stood close to her. “Would you like me to take your drink?” he asked. She passed it to him and moved onto the dance floor, beginning to sway her body from side to side, wiggling her bottom and hips. Dan watched her from the side.
Suddenly, a loud raunchy song came on with naughty lyrics and a beat to blast any room away. Stacie danced hard, swaying her hips back and forth and stomping her feet on the dance floor, grinding her body to the rhythm, singing along to the dirty lyrics. She gazed at Dan feeling the wine going to her head, making her horny and ready for anything. She felt naughty, placing her hands on her breasts and pushing them toward Dan, before snaking her hips from side to side.
Stacie felt like a wild woman. More fantastic tunes blasted out, she writhed to the rhythms, caressing her body. Dan stood watching her, giving nothing away. Was she turning him on? She kept running her hands up and down her slender figure while everyone around her joined in, the women thrusting their pelvises forward, doing all they could to drive the men wild.
Another top dance song came on. The whole room exploded in a sudden exodus from the chairs to the suddenly crowded floor. Everyone started waving their hands in the air, jumping up and down to the beat and rocking their bodies. Stacie joined in, singing along to the lyrics. To her surprise, Dan joined her, taking hold of her tightly from behind, thrusting his groin into her bottom. Stacie threw her hands into the air as Dan grabbed her waist, making her move faster. The whole room was going crazy, but Stacie hardly noticed. Her world was her and Dan, their bodies locked together, feeling nothing except the warmth of his body next to her. She twisted to face him, his hands hot on her bare back. She could feel his body glued to hers, his groin pressing through her gown. His hands roamed her skin. She could feel every movement of every digit as he brought her senses to tingling awareness with nothing but his palms and his ten fingers. She trembled and her hands went up round his neck. His mouth descended and she closed her eyes. His mouth explored her lips, his tongue delicately probing, feeling it way along the line of her mouth. She opened to him eagerly, welcoming him, twining her tongue with his, tasting him. Her fingers twisted through his hair, relishing its softness. Someone knocked into her and her eyes flicked open, brought back to reality. Dan caught her before she fell and she grabbed gratefully onto his arm.
“Sorry,” a voice called. Stacie glanced around. It could have been anybody. The floor was packed. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t hurt. This was what Stacie called a wicked night, bringing back memories of her youth, acting totally irresponsibly, just dancing like a woman possessed, singing and dancing, screaming while generally being bad. The song finished and they decided to go and get some liquid refreshments.
They head back to the bar and saw Angel. She stopped and smiled at them. Stacie smiled back while Dan kissed her on the cheek. Stacie was stunned at Angel’s dress. It was long and black and plunged at the front down to her navel. Her breasts were almost totally on display; only a gem-encrusted band covered her nipples. Narrow shoulder straps kept it up and the skirt swept the floor, but showed splits up to her hips at front and sides when she moved. Angel meant business, but then she always did. Her normally poker-straight hair was artfully waved, giving her a softer, sexier appearance. She wore silver high-heeled shoes, making her even taller than she already was. She exuded an elegant sensuality.
“You look amazing, Stacie,” she said, leaning toward Stacie and kissing her on both cheeks.
“Thank you, you look very sexy,” Stacie replied.
“Just the way I like it. You’re a great dancer.”
Embarrassed, Stacie thanked her. She hadn’t thought who else might be watching her strutting her stuff.
“Would you like me to show you what’s on offer for the evening?” Angel asked Stacie.
Stacie turned to Dan, seeing him chatting to another guy.
“I don’t mind,” she said, wondering what else the place could show her.
Angel went to Dan to speak to him. Dan looked at Stacie, raising his eyebrows, and crooked his finger indicating she should go to him. As she approached, he took hold of her hand, then wrapped his other arm around her waist. “Do you want to go with Angel?” he asked.
“I don’t mind,” she said. She would really rather stay with Dan, she found Angel quite threatening. But maybe she should relax and trust Angel. She must be brilliant at running the place or it wouldn’t be so successful. With the number of people attending this evening, it certainly had something a lot of people found appealing. “I’ll go with her.” He leaned toward her, kissing her on the cheek, which Stacie returned. “I’ll see you in a bit,” she told him.
“Okay babe, enjoy,” he said. Their eyes locked for a second and Stacie’s pussy fluttered.
Angel took hold of Stacie’s hand and led her back into the ballroom. As the night progressed, dancing and groping had begun to give way to more overt sexual acts. The crowds dispersed for Angel, though, giving way before them like the Red Sea. A few people called Angel’s name, and she acknowledged them with a wave and smile.
They exited the hall, arriving in the cooler quieter reception area. Stacie glanced over to the reception desk, seeing Bailey. They both smiled at each other. Angel took the lead heading down the corridor which led to the orgy room. Bodies were all over the place in various states of undress and sexual congress.
Stacie continued to follow Angel. They arrived at the orgy room and Angel pulled back the voile, allowing Stacie to enter first. It was different than it had been last time Stacie was here. It was set up as a sex show. Men and women sat on the cushions watching two men and one girl having sex. One of the men was lying on his back while the girl was riding his cock. As Stacie watched, the second man came up behind her, his impressive cock rigid. He began to prepare her ass, lubing up his fingers and pushing first one, then more inside, stretching her, before kneeling behind her and shoving his cock up her asshole, to the evid
ent appreciation of the watching crowd. The two men fucked her for a few minutes before the girl started calling for another man from the audience to come and get his cock sucked. A man quickly volunteered, ready and willing and she deep-throated him, taking him all the way in. More men started to converge on the girl, touching her, fondling her, jerking off over her, until she was hidden by male bodies.
“Does she work here? Is she getting paid for that?” Stacie wondered aloud.
“No, that’s just her thing. She loves to be gangbanged,” Angel said. “She’s a member of the club, just like you.”
The girl’s cries of pleasure echoed around the room. Angel took her hand, taking her back out into the corridor. They walked a little way to another room where there was a girl performing a striptease. Again, couples were watching and a few were having a personal dance. Stacie watched one girl shove her naked breasts in a man’s face whilst his partner sat next to him. Stacie would have exploded with jealousy, having some girl dangling her chest in her man’s face. But this couple just started fondling the girl’s breasts, both the man and the woman. Stacie turned to Angel in surprise.
“I thought there was a ‘no touch’ rule in lap dancing.”
Angel shrugged. “Not here. This is a sex club, not a lap-dancing club. Where’s the fun if you don’t touch?”
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