Spread (A Club Deep Story)

by Penny Wylder

  He starts to move his hips with mine, pushing up into me while I’m still fucking him and I cry out. There it is, that rising tide of pleasure overwhelming my senses and making me feel like I’ll never get enough. Julian fucks me faster, pulling me down against him and holding me against his chest as he thrusts hard and fast. He doesn’t slow down, kissing me desperately. I kiss him back. We both need this—the release, the assurance, and he breaks open a second before I do. His cock jerks inside me and he thrusts again, deeper than before and it sends me over, gasping into perfect bliss. My thighs are shaking and I can’t seem to catch my breath and it’s all so fucking perfect that I want to cry.

  I kiss him again because how could I not kiss him? Cosette was right. I am absolutely, one-hundred percent falling for this man.

  We come down together, breathing each other’s breath, holding each other. Julian pulls out of me, tucking me down onto the bed before cleaning himself up and returning to me. He pulls me into his arms again, my head tucked under his chin and leaning on his chest. We fit like we were made for it.

  “I hope I convinced you.”

  “You did,” I say, “though I didn’t really need convincing.”

  He presses a kiss to my temple and I close my eyes, content.

  “Are you really going to quit?” he asks. There’s no judgement in his tone, only curiosity. “Even with the salary?”

  I laugh a little. “The ridiculous salary that you probably should never have offered me? Yeah. I mean, I can find another job. Relationships are one of the only things that matter, and no job is worth losing my best friend. Or my boyfriend,” I say, as I look at him and he grins.

  “I understand why you’re doing it,” Julian says. “But as a businessman, you’re too talented for me to let you go without a fight.”

  “If you offer me more money I’m going to smack you.”

  He laughs, rich and full. “Fair enough. What if I could offer you something different? Something that wouldn’t make you compete with Cosette but would still be worth of your salary?”

  “You’d create a position just for me to stay?”

  “Of course not,” he smiles. “Well, maybe I would. But I don’t have to. If I recall correctly, we’re now short a talent manager.”

  “Randall’s job? You think I could do that?”

  He gives me a look. “You’re a brilliant dancer, and I have no doubt that you’d be able to see talent in others. You’re brave, and fearless, and have the biggest heart of anyone I know. Those all seem like good qualities in a position that’s managing people.”

  I crawl on top of him again, straddling his hips, and I feel his cock stir underneath me. “You’re crazy. And it’s perfect and I hate job hunting so yes, absolutely, I accept.”

  He laughs through my kissing him. “Be careful, I might start to think that you actually like me.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, trailing my kisses down onto his jaw. “I clearly hate you. These are hate kisses.” I flex my hips against his cock. “This was hate sex.”

  He catches my face and pulls my mouth back to his, lips achingly soft and gentle. Again that stirring in my chest. I feel so full of this feeling that I know it’s going to burst out of me. “You sure you haven’t gotten hate and love confused?” He asks, kisses growing more intense. “I hear there’s a fine line between them.” He flips me over, pinning me to the bed and taking my mouth in a kiss that leaves me dizzy. “I know where my kisses are coming from, and it certainly isn’t hate.” He pulls back and looks me in the eyes, no trace of a joke anywhere on his face. “I love you, Libby.”

  I feel like I’m cracking open, breaking with the force of this emotion, my voice unable to rise above a whisper. “I love you, too.”

  He kisses me again and again and again until I’m breathless and aroused and ready for him to take me again. “I hope you know that I make an excellent breakfast.”

  “Does that mean you’re spending the night?”

  He laughs, rolling on a condom. “Tonight, and every night. Your place or mine, we’re going to be together.”

  I groan as he pushes into me, filling me to the brim. “I like the sound of that.”

  “I thought you might.”

  And then there’s no more thinking, only sweet, sweet pleasure.

  Epilogue

  Six Months Later

  “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

  Julian grins at me. “I’m not making you do anything, little dancer. If you really don’t want to, we won’t.” He leans closer to me. “But we both know that you’ve wanted this for a while.”

  “Damn you.”

  He takes my hand and pulls me across the club. “As long as I get to fuck you first.”

  I get distracted by the way the lights in the club bounce off my new ring. It’s only been on my finger a couple of days, and I’m still not used to it. His proposal was simple, just in bed after we had finished making love—because that night that’s what it was. He asked me if I’d marry him, and I’d said yes, and every hour since then I’ve thought about that moment, unable to keep the smile off my face. Now is no exception as the blue and purple club lights flare through the diamond and make it look even more stunning than it is already, beautiful and alien.

  Above our heads, Cosette is dancing. I see the spotlights fall on her as she gets a tip, and I smile. She’s become the club favorite, and no one deserves it more than she does. But right now, I can’t think about that, because Julian is leading me to a stage at the edge of the club. A stage with a giant glass box.

  Deep down, I know that he’s always been right. I love to be watched, and the idea of letting people do it is thrilling. The reality is a little terrifying. He’s been suggesting we go in the box for months, and I’ve always said no. But the past couple days I’ve been so happy that I said yes without really thinking, and now I’m here. Julian doesn’t lie, if I say I genuinely don’t want to go in, he won’t make me. But we’re here, the box is reserved for us, and there’s a little part of my brain that wonders if I’ll regret it if I walk away now?

  I look to the stage to the right of us where a woman is bound to a table with belts, completely naked. Her partner is massaging her body erotically, and she looks totally blissed out. To the left is a woman with her hands suspended above her head, her back and ass pink as her lover uses a flogger on her, gently and then harder. My own lover wraps his arms around me. “In or out, little dancer?”

  All these people around me are here, completely in the open, not letting anyone stop them from getting what they want. They seem fearless to me. And if they can do it, then so can I. “In,” I say, my stomach a ball of both nerves and anticipation.

  Julian strips down first, and I can see that he’s already hard, excited. He’s not an exhibitionist, but he’s wanted to see how I’ll react to this for so long that he’s beyond excited. He points to me. “Your turn. Everything except that,” he points to my ring. “I want everyone to see that.”

  I just smirk at him. Like I would ever take off my engagement right while having sex. I would never. He opens the door to the glass box, while I take my clothes off, and I feel weird. This isn’t usually the way it goes. When Julian and I are together, our clothes usually just disappear and we find them wherever we tossed them in the morning. It feels strange to be so deliberate with them. But then I’m naked, and I’m walking into the box with him. I can hear the echoes of our breaths, and the music of the club being pumped in through speakers in the floor.

  Julian shuts the door behind us, and I look at him. “This is so weird, we just do it and hope someone sees us?”

  He holds up a finger, telling me to wait, and I do. Suddenly, the box is filled with light. Spotlights trained on us in the box. I hadn’t even realized that they did that, but now I can only see the club in silhouette, the chairs around the stage filling up with dark blank faces. Watching.

  A familiar thrill rolls through my body, and
I realize that I’m growing wet. People are staring at me and my fiancé totally naked, and I’m aroused. Julian wraps his arms around me from behind, kissing my neck. I melt into him. My body never fails to react to his, and now, the way I’m suddenly aware of the many pairs of eyes on me, the feeling of his skin on mine is breathtaking.

  I turn to face him. “Fuck me.”

  His smirk is arrogant and victorious. “I knew you would like this.”

  “Yeah, yeah, you win. Just fuck me.” I place my hands on his shoulders, jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He catches me easily, a sparkle in his eye. Supporting me with one hand, he uses the other to push a finger inside me. “So eager,” he says. “So wet.”

  I push my lips onto his. “Please, Julian.”

  Fitting himself against my entrance, he doesn’t make me wait any longer. He pushes inside me, and I gasp. I feel electric right now. High and bright and I’m so aroused that it’s not going to take me long to come. And outside these glass walls I have an audience. They’re watching as Julian pushes his cock into me, deeper and deeper, and knowing that they’ll never be able to have me. That is so fucking hot.

  “You love this, don’t you?” Julian asks. “You love that everyone in this club can see me fucking you. Can see how you’re going to come on my cock.”

  His words shiver through me and I get goosebumps. “Yes, I love it.”

  “Then let’s put on a show.” Julian leans forward, so far that I think I’m going to fall off him. “I’ve got you. Lean back. Brace your arms on the floor.”

  I do, stretching and arching my back to reach. As soon as my hands are planted, Julian stands, his cock never leaving me. And now I’m stretched, upside down while he fucks me. This position—this crazy position—renders me completely helpless and open. I can’t let go of the floor or I’ll fall. I can’t let go of Julian or I’ll fall. I have to trust him to keep me upright while he fucks me, and people watch me, my breasts bouncing up and down from the force of his thrusts. Sharp, sweet heat courses through me. I can see the silhouettes of the audience through the glass, and I love that they’re focused on me. I hope that I’m arousing some of them with this little performance.

  Julian reaches out, stroking my clit with his fingers, and my breath goes short. There’s no way I can make this last. I’m too turned on and he’s too good at what he does. Small circles with his thumb just where I need it, and suddenly I’m on the edge of bliss. I hear him chuckle, teasing me as he holds me on the brink. This pleasure has an edge to it, a sharpness roiling in my gut, heightened by all the people watching. And as Julian pushes me over, it slices through me.

  My scream echoes through the box, and I almost let my arms collapse. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s heady and powerful and different and new. My whole body shakes with it, delicious and overwhelming. Julian shouts his own pleasure and I love the warm spread of his cum inside me, bringing me back to earth. I lower myself onto the floor of the box, body limp in the aftermath of it all.

  It takes us long minutes to be able to make our way out the box, to a dark corner where a couch is waiting and a blanket. We curl up together as if it were our living room. And in a way, it is.

  “That was something,” Julian says.

  “Yeah.” I’m not exactly sure what to say about it yet. “Maybe not every day,” I pause. “But I’d be fine doing that again.”

  “I should stop calling you my little dancer and start calling you my little exhibitionist.”

  I smile at him. “You can call me whatever you want. Because soon you’ll replace them all with ‘my wife.’”

  His eyes fill with that same joy that I’ve had bouncing around my soul for the past two days. “I will do that.” He lifts my left hand and kisses my finger with the ring. “And maybe mix it with some things. ‘My dancing wife.’ ‘My kinky wife.’”

  “My sexy wife.” I interject.

  “Absolutely.” He kisses me, slow and long and relaxing. “You know I love you, right?”

  I snuggle down against his chest. My favorite place to be. It’s home. “Yeah,” I say. “I know. I love you too.”

  THE END

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  Chapter 1

  Shit. I slam the car door, trying to shield myself from the rain with my bag. It’s not working. It’s pouring, and I can barely see the entrance to the club through the sheets of water. At least I’m getting a uniform today. Small favors.

  Headlights cut through the rain, and I get a flash of the front door. There are some people gathered under the edge of the building, smoking. The club doesn’t have any glitzy neon signs like most clubs do. In fact, unless I didn’t know there was a club here, I might assume that it was a vacant building and that the full parking lot was being used by other businesses. I’ve only been here once before for my interview, and it was during the day. So I didn’t notice the lack of signs.

  I give up trying to keep myself dry and sprint for the door. There was a major accident on the highway, so now I’m a half-hour late for my first shift. I’ll be lucky if they haven’t already fired me by the time I get inside. The main area of the club is one floor down, the basement opening up to a large two-story space. I’ve been told that Club Deep owns the whole building, though I don’t know what the upstairs floors are used for. None of my business, anyway.

  The bouncer waves me through, and I gather my hair in my hands, trying to wring it out the best I can. I twist it up into a knot at the back of my head, trying to tie it back while I hurry down the stairs. I should have worn better shoes and changed into the heels once I got here. Lesson learned. Shoes are the only things the club doesn’t provide.

  There’s a deep pounding through the walls. Bass from the music. I start to hear the sounds of people, and the stairs are lit up with flickering, colorful lights. This place was impressive when it was empty and dark, so I’m excited to see it when it’s full of life.

  I hit the last stair wrong, and I stumble, fighting to keep my balance. In classic Andrea fashion, it doesn’t work, and I’m about to end up sprawled on the ground when an arm catches me around the waist, saving me. The person helps right me, and I immediately turn. “Thank you. I’m so sorry. It’s pouring outside and I must have slipped and—”

  My words suddenly fall short as I take in my rescuer. It’s his lips I notice first. Full lips, begging to be touched. Then his eyes, which are dark. I can’t tell the color with all the lights, but I don’t need to see the color to feel the intensity of his gaze. He’s wearing a button-down shirt and vest. They fit him perfectly, and the sleeves are rolled up to show toned forearms with a peek of tattoos underneath. Arms that are still around my waist, holding me firmly to make sure I’m standing. Arms leading to a body that feels rock hard. Damn.

  If this is the kind of person that frequents Club Deep, sign me up. Yes, please!

  He smiles, slow and easy. “Are you all right?”

  “Yeah. I think so.”

  “Good.”

  Behind him, I see a waitress passing by and my mind snaps back to why I’m really here. “I’m sorry, I have to go. You don’t happen to know where the employee dressing room is?”

  Handsome man lets me go, pointing across the club. “It’s over there, entrance is behind the bar.”

  “Thanks.” I wish I had more time to talk to him, but I need this job. Keeping it is more important than flirting. Unfortunately for me.

  The club is already busy, the dance floor packed with people under the rotating laser lights. House music vibrates under my feet, and I weave through the crowd of people as quickly as I can. I’m hoping that my drenched state will earn me some sympathy for being late.r />
  I find the entrance exactly where he said it was, and luckily someone is coming out just then. I use the opportunity to push inside the locker room. The sounds of the club fade to almost silence behind me. Soundproofed, then. The locker room is huge and comfortable, and I see a bunch of go-go dancers getting ready for the next shift, and a few waitresses scattered throughout.

  A harsh voice cuts across the room. “Are you Andrea?”

  “Yeah, that’s me.”

  A petite blonde woman comes over to me with a smile. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m Rosie. I’m your supervisor. We’re a little understaffed tonight so I need to give you the rapid-fire orientation.” She hands me a pile of clothes.

  “Okay. I’m really sorry I’m late. There was an accident on the highway, and it’s pouring.”

  “Just don’t let it happen again.” She gives me a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Come with me.” She leads me over to a locker in the corner and hands me a piece of paper. “This is yours. The combination is on there, along with your personal safe code. Every employee has one so we know each time the safe is opened. If money is missing and your code was the one used, you’re gone. That’s the first thing you need to know. Got it?”

  “Got it.” I open the locker and shove my bag inside. “Is it okay if I dress while you talk?”

  “Be my guest.”

  I peel my soaked shirt over my head, and hang it inside the locker. I’m hoping it dries at least a bit before I head home later. “Keep the cash from customers on you so you can make change. People order drinks from their stations and we bring them. If they haven’t paid by card—and most of them haven’t because they don’t want Club Deep on their billing statements—they’ll give you cash right then. You’ll drop that cash off at the end of the night with your code.