There was a small dance floor with a pole. Stacie watched a girl wrapping her body around the pole, tipping upside down. How did she manage to hold the position without hurting herself? It looked quite painful.
They move out of the room. A few people hurtled toward them wearing bondage PVC ball gowns and gimp masks, looking as though they were being suffocated. Angel greeted them as they passed then led Stacie to another room where this time a man stood on a stage stripping. This room contained mostly women who were screaming and yelling encouragement at the stripper.
He grabbed some whipped cream, spraying it onto his penis, then invited girls to come and lick it off. Three or four women scrambled onto the stage, fighting over his cock while he stood there, hands on hips, a big smile plastered over his face as the girls licked him clean. This was definitely a very touchy place.
The room next door had a massive television on the wall showing a porn film. Couples were sitting and watching on sofas, most of them having sex at the same time.
Next, Angel took her to the room Dan had said was used at the feast room. Today however, it was set up like an erotic marketplace. The room was filled with tables and stalls, all selling anything and everything associated with sex—pictures, statues, underwear and of course toys—a very large inflatable pink penis wobbled in one corner. Stacie wandered around looking at what was on offer. All the stalls were exceptionally busy.
On the first stall there were dildos, vibrators and other battery operated items. Some of the dildos looked human, but there were some she would never dare put into her vagina. One was even shaped like a cactus! Stacie moved on to the next stall which sold sex oils, liquids, and sauces. The memory of her covering Dan’s body in chocolate mousse came to mind and a naughty smile crept over her face. She moved to the next stall, seeing DVDs and magazines for men and women. Some girls were chuckling over a magazine. She slipped in closer behind them, to see them looking at a man with an enormous penis. Stacie wasn’t impressed. An enormous penis was all very well, but the man was ugly and looked smug and far too pleased with himself.
Stacie wandered around looking at the stalls selling underwear. There were some very sexy crotchless panties, open nipple bras, leather clothing, PVC, you name it, it was available. A few bits took her fancy, but decided she wasn’t prepared to part with her money. Dan was already costing her a small fortune, although he had been worth every penny. She continued looking around while Angel chatted to a few people, leaving her to browse the room that certainly offered everything.
Stacie had finished her wander and returned to the door where Angel now stood alone.
“Had a good look?” she said. Stacie nodded. “You know, if you want to buy anything, we can put it on your bill. You don’t have to have cash here and now.”
“It’s okay, I didn’t see anything.”
Angel didn’t press the issue and they left the room. Angel led her down to the conservatory bar and restaurant. It was quite quiet this evening, Stacie figured most of the guests would be at the ball. Angel got them both a glass of white wine and they sat down.
“What do you think?” Angel said.
“It’s okay. Great if you’re with a partner and are needing to spice your sex life up.”
“Yes, although we do get some singles coming also, both men and women. How are you finding Dan, you seemed to be controlling him pretty well earlier today.”
Stacie giggled. “Yes, I was being rather dirty, but it was great fun.”
“Good. I must confess, I wouldn’t have thought you so mischievous when we first met. I’m sure you got the result you were looking for,” Angel said, sitting back and sipping her drink.
“You could say that,” Stacie said taking a sip of her wine, hoping Angel would change the subject.
“Is Desires working out for you as you’d hoped?”
Dan’s face popped into Stacie’s mind and she couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, very much so. I’m feeling much more confident in myself.”
“Fantastic. That’s what it is all about,” Angel said. “So what do you think about Dan?”
Stacie wiped the dreamy look off her face quick smart. It wouldn’t do to get kicked out of the club. “He’s fantastic, an excellent tutor.”
“Treating you well?” Angel said showing her white gleaming teeth in what wasn’t quite a smile.
“Absolutely, he really is a sexy man.”
“Is he?” Angel said. Stacie started to panic. Was she digging a hole for herself?
“Well, I mean he’s sexy in the way he touches and caresses, and he’s good looking.” Oh God, I’m just making it worse!
“Are you attracted to him?” Angel asked.
Shit shit shit! Angel’s eyes peered at her sharply over the wine glass. Did she know? Was it written on Stacie’s forehead just how much she was attracted to Dan?
“I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you were, he’s unique,” Angel added, sipping on her wine, continuing to stare.
“Only as my tutor,” Stacie said, feeling that her heart must surely have climbed up into her throat. Why was Angel asking these questions? Had Stacie’s answer eased Angel’s mind? No…she felt there was so much more going on here. Stacie sat back in the chair, crossing her legs at the knee, attempting to act cool and pretend that nothing was going on, which was unfortunately true.
“He is sexy though. Adorable, hot, and one of my best men,” Angel said.
Stacie sipped on her wine and didn’t answer.
“He’s a delight to have at Desires. Girls do have a tendency to fall for him, but I just remind them of a certain piece of paper,” Angel said in a calm voice, staring into her wine glass before draining the last few drops.
“The contract,” Stacie said. That was what this was about. Angel was reminding her about the contract.
“Exactly. I mean he isn’t every girl’s dream. Some women prefer men with muscles, but with Dan, you can get over that. Don’t you think, Stacie?” Angel asked. All pretence of a smile was gone now. Stacie felt pinned to the spot like a butterfly on a card. Could Angel see the terror in Stacie’s eyes?
“I guess,” she said faintly. She drained her drink and looked around for an excuse to escape the clutches of this woman, before the truth did spill out and all hell let loose. “I…I just need to go to the toilet.” Stacie got up. So did Angel.
“I’ll walk with you,” she said.
They both went into cubicles. Stacie wondered if she could sneak out before Angel came out. She washed her hands as quickly as possible, but Angel came out before she’d finished.
“Well,” Angel said brightly as she washed her hands also. “I’ll let you get back to the ball. Thanks for the chat. It’s been…enlightening.”
She whisked off, leaving Stacie shaken and trembling. She leaned on the vanity unit and stared at herself in the mirror, seeing terrified eyes set in an ashen face. She wished she could touch up her makeup, but she hadn’t brought a bag down and Dan had the key to the room. She settled for licking her fingers and wiping away the eyeliner that had collected in the crease below her eyes, then pinched her cheeks and bit her lips to bring some colour to them.
Maybe she needed to do something to get Angel off the scent. She headed back to the bar, looking around for Dan. She got a drink, chugging it down to settle her nerves. The bar was far too crowded, so she decided to head back to the dance floor and see if she could spot him there. She wandered about a bit on the outskirts. But trying to spot one man in a tux in a sea of men in tuxes proved to be more difficult than she thought.
A song came on that she loved and she decided to dance for a bit. She went crazy on the floor, the hall was dark with the lasers and lights moving about the room, the tune belted out loud. Stacie shimmied and swayed and boogied and rocked, enjoying the admiring looks from both men and women she was getting.
An opening appeared in the crowd and Stacie saw a man watching her. Most of them men Stacie had encountered at Desires did absolutely nothin
g for her, with the exception of Dan, of course. But this one was different. He had something about him. He had a bit of a James Bond look going on, confident and sexy with his bow tie hanging loose and his jacket open. He stood tall with dark, very short hair. He smiled. Stacie’s body hair stood up. She smiled back.
Stacie continued dancing, turning her back on him, wondering if he was watching her. Should she try to talk to the man? Not only to get Angel off her back, but also to try out Dan’s suggestion of sleeping with someone else. His words came back to her, I’m not going to be with you, out there in the big world. He looked attractive and had sexy eyes, but he was probably here with someone. She carried on dancing, keeping the sexy rhythm going, then raised her hands above her head allowing the music to take her body.
After a few minutes, she turned slightly and glanced over her shoulder. The man had moved closer to her. He was standing a few feet away, staring at her. Stacie carried on with her movements, this time facing him, meeting his intense stare.
She began to touch her body, gliding her hands up and down her waist. He watched with evident enjoyment. She rolled her hips, swinging her bottom down to the floor, cupping her breasts, maintaining the stare. His eyes widened and he smiled hungrily at her, his eyes locked to her every move, somehow seducing her. Stacie pressed her breasts together, then ran her hands seductively down her torso to her thighs, and back up again.
He walked closer to stand before her. She froze, her body aching with anticipation. He leaned toward her right ear, “Follow me, you beauty,” he commanded her.
Stacie hesitated for a moment, unsure. Her stomach was doing somersaults. A waiter passed by carrying a tray of drinks. Stacie reached over grabbing a glass of wine, gulping the whole drink down for Dutch courage. She decided to go for it, after all, this was what Dan had been trying to encourage her to do. She glanced in the direction of the man, seeing him walking away. Stacie picked up her dress and scurried after him.
She made her way out the hall, seeing him walking toward where Angel’s office was. The reception desk was empty, and when she looked back, he was gone. Panic struck her, she began quickly racing down the corridor after him.
One her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she saw him, a dark figure in a dim corridor about halfway down. He glanced back at her. Stacie headed toward him, her stomach roiling and her pulse fluttering. He was standing outside a door, which he opened as she approached. He stepped inside the room and light flooded out from the doorway into the corridor. Stacie stopped at the open door. For a brief second, she wondered if this was such a good idea. Then she told herself sternly, It’s bloody sex club, Stacie, go for it. Find out what you’ve been missing.
She stepped in and glanced around. It was a large bedroom, similar to Dan’s. The bed wasn't the four-poster she was used to, but it was a king-sized bed. The sheets were rumpled and the duvet hung half on the floor. The matching curtains were pulled haphazardly across and small wall lights lit the room. A smell of male fragrance hung in the air. She took a step farther into the room and heard the door close behind her.
“You’re a very sexy woman,” he said, approaching her from behind. He reached round to take hold of her breasts and thrust them together. “Christ, they feel amazing,” he told her, squeezing them like they were a couple of melons. “Are they real?”
“Yes,” she said. He pushed her breasts together, caressing them, finding her nipples. He ran his thumbs over them and they instantly reacted, standing to a quick erection and poking through the material of her dress. He pulled the dress forward to get a good look, plunging one hand in to caress her bare skin.
“Oh, baby, you are gorgeous.” He unzipped the side zip and pulled the dress down to her tummy.
She looked down at her naked breasts, the nipples hard and erect. She felt sexy and desirable and very, very naughty. He turned her around, and took hold of her boobs in his hands. Now he was closer, she saw he had dark brown eyes and short stubble. He looked a little rough but very sexy at the same time. She smiled a sultry smile at him, putting a finger seductively in her mouth and nibbling on it. He bent his head down to one of her breasts, sucking hard on her pointed nipple. Stacie threw her head back and gasped at the powerful suction, pleasurable almost to the point of pain. Her body shuddered and her knees trembled.
“These are totally fucking amazing,” he told her, moving from one breast to the other, almost inhaling a large mouthful then pushed her boobs together, licking from one nipple to the other and using his teeth to bite gently.
Stacie put her hand to the pin in her hair, releasing it and shaking it out from the French pleat. She felt sexy and daring. He kept playing with her breasts with one hand, tugging her dress down with the other, till she stood there in nothing but a white thong and high heels.
“On the bed,” he commanded her in a deep powerful voice.
Stacie obeyed his instruction, kicking off her shoes. He positioned her on all fours and slapped her bottom several times. He squeezed her bottom cheeks and kissed them. He got behind her and pulled her thong to the side, sticking his face between her bottom. She felt his tongue licking her pussy, and then he thrust a finger in her vagina. She pushed back at him, grinding into his face as she felt his finger thrusting into her.
“Play with your tits,” he ordered her, sitting slightly to the side to watch, but carrying on finger-fucking her. She grabbed at her boob with one hand, the other being used to hold herself up. She squeezed her nipple between her fingers, and let the flesh bulge out. “Just how dirty are you?” he said, lifting her up by the shoulders to a kneeling position and grabbing her other boob. “Do you like it a little rough?”
Stacie couldn’t find breath to answer. His hands were hard and hot on her, he squeezed her roughly, and she was loving it! She wanted him to throw her down and fuck her hard. He moved his hand down to her pussy and began flicking his fingers over her clitoris. She had to stop herself from spreading her legs for him and begging him to fuck her now.
Suddenly she heard the room door open. She sat up and gasped in shock as another man entered the room. She tried to cover her boobs with her hands, but her Bond man pulled her hands down. Stacie froze, unsure, her eyes flicking from one man to the other. The new man came around to the other side of the bed. He stood watching, making Stacie feel extremely uncomfortable. He was not good looking in the slightest, in fact he was quite disgusting with crooked teeth and a massive belly, a lot older and greyer than the other man.
“Don’t worry, you’re mine,” Bond said. Stacie wasn’t sure what to think. Did this other man just want to watch? She’d done it with Dan in the orgy room after all, so she wasn't exactly new. She relaxed a touch. It could be sexy. “What do you think, mate? Isn’t she fucking stunning?” Bond said. Stacie preened a little, casting a glance at the new man as his eyes raked her body.
“You certainly could say that. Fucking gorgeous, those tits—wow,” the old man said.
Bond grabbed her breasts, pulling them up and sucking hard on her extremely sensitive nipple. She found the presence of the older man a little off-putting, but she tried to relax and enjoy the pulses he was sending down to her pussy.
Bond turned Stacie around and lowered her to the bed on her back. She smiled and spread her legs wide. His eyes lit up. “You’re one hot lady.” She stretched and wriggled on the bed.
The man slid down her body and began to lap at her clitoris, before licking up and down her whole pussy then back to her clit. He slapped her pussy area and Stacie lifted her head up in surprise. That was new. It was slightly painful but not altogether unpleasant. He hit the area a few times before sucking intensely on it using his tongue to dip in and out her pussy.
He continued to suck and lick her as she lay on the bed. She could see the other man out of the corner of her eye, just watching. Just so long as he stayed well away. She didn’t want him touching her.
Suddenly, he knelt up and reached into his trousers to pull out his cock. Stacie widene
d her eyes. It was massive, both long and thick.
“Suck it,” he commanded.
Stacie sat up, taking his dick into her mouth, as much of it as she could anyway. He grabbed hold of the back of her head thrusting her harder onto his cock. She was struggling, feeling as if she were suffocating. She tried to pull her mouth off to explain that she couldn’t take it all, but his hands were hard on her head, holding her in place, thrusting it farther in.
She tried to relax her mouth and throat, it would probably be easier if she didn’t struggle. He released her after a short time and she gratefully slid her mouth off his dick, wiping away the saliva that had collected at the corners.
He pushed her back to lie on the bed, pouncing on top. She felt his dick at the entrance to her pussy and before she could even think, I’m not sure I want this anymore, he was in. She wailed aloud as he forced his cock in deep, penetrating her hard. She screamed out as he shoved harder and faster, his balls slapping her bottom. Stacie tried to relax as much as possible, but she hadn’t been ready and it was painful.
She looked up at his face as he thrust in and out. Would he stop if she told him no? She was reminded of Graham doing it even when she didn’t want to, and stared at the ceiling. It would be over soon. Stacie shifted her hips, trying to give him more room to penetrate her, so it wouldn’t be as uncomfortable. She closed her eyes, but opened them abruptly when she felt something fleshy against her face.
“Suck his knob,” Bond demanded. The other man was dangling his hard dick in her face.
“No!” She reared away from him and turned her face. Bond grabbed her face and turned it back to face the disgusting penis. Even his pubic hair was grey and his wrinkly balls dangled low.
“Stop being so pathetic and suck his knob,” Bond told her, ramming himself deeper into her.
“No…I will not,” she said. She began hitting out at his chest, and wriggling her lower body with all the strength she had to dislodge him from her. “Stop it, I don’t want this anymore!”
He pulled out and knelt on the bed, glaring at her with disgust. “You’re a pricktease, you fucking little tart.”
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