A La Mode

by A. D. Herrick

  My breathing was shallow as I was worked over ever so slowly, being teased and taunted. The thumbs began to breach my ring gently working me open as a finger entered my dripping wet pussy. Both sets of hands worked in tandem bring me closer and closer to the edge. Each time I teetered at the cusp they withdrew.

  My clit throbbed with want, my pussy ached and my body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat but I remained silent and still on the table. I knew that one sound or movement would cause it all to stop. I wanted so badly to buck up against them. To feel both of my holes filled to capacity, but I waited obediently.

  Slowly both sets of hands were removed leaving me feeling empty and desperate with want. The leather buckle around my chest and waist was removed with one swift movement. I felt hands on my ankles removing the leather strap. I lay silent and unmoving. My hands were unwrapped and I ached to stretch them out. I longed to stretch my whole body out but I dare not move.

  Firm hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me up off the table. They balanced me as my feet came to rest firmly on the cold concrete. The second set of hands reached out and gathered my hands into his and began to bind them in front of me.

  Gently my arms were raised over my head. I felt a cold metal graze the side of my palms before settling between my bound hands. Slowly I was raised until only my tip toes were touching the ground.

  I was strung up by my bound hands, my back arched, breast thrust out against the cool air of the room. I felt a pinch on my nipples as clamps closed in on the pert peaks. I bit the ball in my mouth to keep from moaning.

  I felt the cool metal chain that was attached to the nipple clamps drape across my breast, the added weight strained against my delicate flesh.

  I bit the ball in my mouth harder as I felt lips on my clit just before it was vacuumed into a warm wet mouth. Two hands massaged the globes of my ass reminding me to be quiet and not move. They kneaded and massaged my cheeks, relaxing me.

  The lips that circled my clit disappeared and a clamp replaced them. The pinch nearly causes me to cum on the spot. I fought to remain quiet and still. In my head, I shouted my pleasures. I shouted them over and over as my teeth dug into the silicone ball in my mouth. I felt sure I would bite it in two.

  My legs were hoisted up by thick forearms as a thick rod was slammed into me. I tightened my hands around the hook that held me suspended and bit into the ball in my mouth, my eyes pinched close.

  He bounced me up and down on his thick hard cock, over and over. The chain attached to the clamps on my nipples bounced against my flesh causing a tug and pull sensation that bordered on pain and pleasure.

  The clamp on my clit thumped against his pelvis. The sensation driving me wild. I felt hands on my hips and the rocking slowed before coming to a halt.

  One hand remained on my hip while the other was used to guide the second hard cock into my tight asshole.

  He took his time feeding me his long hard rod and allowing my body to get used to his girth and length. Once he was finally fully seated he gave a small thrust, testing my body’s resistance. Satisfied he thrust into me harder.

  I was assaulted by both cocks as they crashed into me repeatedly. Three rapid taps on my hip let me know I was free from my punishment. Those three taps were the sign I had been looking forward to, the sign that I could cum over and over again. I held tightly to the hook and thrust my body against them as I moaned and screamed my pleasures around the ball in my mouth.

  My body wracked with orgasm after orgasm as I was taken deeply and filled by both men. My cum coating my thighs as they smacked against my lover's waist. I came until my body went slack in their arms and they had filled me with their juices. I drifted off in their arms, strung up for all to see.

  Chapter Two

  I washed and scrubbed my body under the hot spray of the shower. The water beating against my back worked out the tightness of my muscles. I ran the soapy cloth over my body, washing away any trace of my earlier activities. I was on a time constraint but even that didn’t stop me from enjoying the steamy hot shower as it worked marvels on my tender flesh.

  I rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. A warm fluffy towel waited for me just outside of the communal showers. I wrapped it around my body and retrieved one for my hair, securing it tightly in a turban. Drying off swiftly I lathered my body in lotion and quickly changed into the outfit I had brought for tonight’s meeting.

  I had been scheduled just enough time to squeeze in a session before I had to be present at the weekly meeting. I hated the weekly meetings but they were mandatory. Thankfully I was able to kill two birds with one stone since both my session and the meeting were in the same building.

  I slipped on the champagne sequin dress I had purchased on a shopping trip earlier on in the week. It was tiny backless halter with a cowl neck. It was perfect for the company meetings. The neckline dipped down far enough to show the tops of my perky C cup breast and short enough to show just enough of my ass if I bent over. The tiny slits up either side of the hem were enough to tease and wet the whistle of any man around. The coloring brought out my tan skin tone and highlighted my hair’s natural color.

  I rolled my long honey colored hair up into quick dry rollers and set to doing my make-up. I opted for a dramatic look. Metallic champagne eyeshadow that matched my dress covered my lids and then I went over the outsides and edges with a smoky eye. I lined my eyes with a thick black liner then lengthened and curled my lashes.

  My hazel eyes took on an amber hue from the champagne eyeshadow and dress. That was one of the things I loved about having hazel eyes. I could influence their color with just the slightest bit of shadow or even with the color of my top.

  Opting for a natural lip I lined them with a nearly nude liner and glossed them to perfection. I touched up my highlights and gave my make-up a once over. Stunning. It took years to learn how to do my make-up and they were years well worth the effect.

  I unrolled the rollers and finger combed out the curls. Flipping my head and giving them a liberal spritz with my natural hold hair spray. This stuff was my lifesaver. It held your hair in place and yet you couldn’t even tell it was there. Flipping my hair back I finger combed the curls into submission.

  I stepped back from the mirror and looked myself over. My hair fell in waves of curls over my shoulders and down to the middle of my back. With the hair, makeup and dress all in order, I slipped on my six-inch sequin heels and grabbed my clutch.

  “Niko, my darling, I’m so glad you could make it.” Kelly, a waif-thin girl that worked at the same club I worked at, grabbed me by the shoulders and air kissed each of my cheeks as soon as I walked in through the club doors. I gave her a placating smile.

  “Kelly, you’re gorgeous as always.” Kelly beamed me with a bright smile and gave a quick spin, showing off her dress. She was wearing a silky red dress that wrapped around her neck in a halter style and dipped low between her breasts to her navel. Her milky white skin glowed under the bold color.

  She wore it well with a pair of red stilettos. Her platinum blonde hair was done in soft waves and pooled over her shoulder. Her lips were painted a bright bold red and her eyes were lightly smoked causing her baby blues to pop. She really was a beautiful woman.

  The club was designed like any other night club with a few modifications. It was designed to be unassuming. The dark walls were lined with deep red leather booths with dark wood tabletops among them. A small light placed on each table gave the setting a romantic glow. A large stage sat at the back of the club with deep red velvet drapes.

  The bar, made of dark wood, glass and mirrors, was along the front wall and stretched nearly the entire distance. It was manned by three bartenders that worked in perfect synchronization. In the middle sat small tables scattered about that sat guest in groups of twos and fours. The tables wrapped around the small dance floor that sat in front of the stage. The back half of the main floor from which I came had locker rooms and a lounge area as well as specialty rooms.
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  The second floor was for VIP’s and had a terrace that provided viewing of the stage and dance floor. It had small private rooms that could be rented out for private shows by the few select guests. The second floor also housed the main office, where members could select the entertainment of their choice.

  “So what do you think this week’s meeting will be about?” Kelly gushed as she led me by the hand to the bar, her eyes wide with excitement. I have a half shrug, my eyes scanning across the occupants of the room. I was curious as to what everyone had chosen to wear. I wasn’t a snob but I always like to see how others dressed up. I often gained inspiration by what some of the other women wore.

  “I’m really not sure. Though, I suppose they will be like every other meeting.” I gave her a small smile. I was exhausted and I really didn’t care what the meeting would be about. It was nearly two in the morning and I was dead on my feet. The meetings were all usually the same, introductions to new hires, fair wells to people leaving. This really wasn’t the kind of job where we had in-depth performance meetings.

  “Oh, I wonder if we have a few new girls coming on board, wouldn’t that be splendid?” Kelly’s eyes lit up and she gave a small clap of excitement. Kelly always loved meeting the new girls. She loved to dig into their stories and figure out what brought them to work here. I smiled and winked at her.

  “Kelly, are you hungry for fresh meat?” She rolled her eyes at me breaking character. She leaned over and whispered into my ear.

  “You can’t feign tired, play the part or I will stab you with a fork when we get home.” I gave an over-exaggerated pout. “Oh, I do hope it is new girls.” I bubbled with fake excitement.

  Our job was to be bubbly, excited and sexy. Kelly was great at keeping in character and she was also genuinely excited. Unlike me, Kelly loved the weekly meetings. She loved to dress up and meet new people. Usually, I was good at keeping in character as well but lately, I had been too exhausted.

  I have had clients every night of this week and my sessions lasted hours. The money was good and I loved the thrill. But the last thing I wanted to do was be at this meeting when I could be at home in bed with a good book.

  Kelly ordered our drinks and handed me one, a screaming orgasm. I cocked an eyebrow at her and rolled my eyes. She beamed at me brightly, ignoring my foul mood. Taking me by the hand she led me to a quiet corner.

  “Girl, get with the program. Remember, we only have three more months of this and we are outta here. I grimaced. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m just so exhausted. I literally just left a client less than two hours ago. It was a good one too and now I’m ready for a nap.” A wicked grin spread across Kelly’s lips and she wagged her eyebrows seductively.

  “Oh, now do tell. Is it the same one that always drives you wild?”

  I opened my mouth to speak when a breathy female voice came over the speakers calling us all to the front of the club. I promised to tell her later as we made our way up toward the front of the stage.

  Standing upon the stage was the owner of the club, Ms. Hyde. She was an attractive older woman. Her platinum hair was coiffed and elegantly styled. She wore a long black velvet dress with slits up both legs that went to the top of her thighs. The thin spaghetti straps were strained under her enlarged breast that nearly spilled over the top of the dress. For a woman in her 70’s, she was a knockout and looked years younger than her actual age.

  The club she owned was called Secrets. It was the very club Kelly and I worked at. Ms. Hyde opened Secrets when she was in her early 20’s. Having first been a player in another club, she saved her money and opened her own club. It was the first of its kind that allowed women to be dealers. It was also the first to allow men to be players.

  Dealers are the men and women that pay to play. The play is anything that the Player signs up for. It could be anything from escort, voyeurism, casual sex, BDSM, you name it.

  Players are the men and women that are up for ‘play’.

  As a player, you fill out a card that states everything you are willing to do. The sky is the limit. A dealer then picks the card or cards he wants and plays within those realms. The dealers pay depending on what they ask for. A night for a dealer can cost anywhere from $200 all the way to a million dollars. It just depends on what he is asking for and how many cards he takes.

  As a player, you get fifty percent of the fees. That is why Kelly and I work here. I had met Kelly in the locker room after a session. One thing led to another and we became friends and eventually, roommates. We had common ground and were both working toward our own goals. It was decided last year that we were getting too old for this lifestyle and we decided to put a time limit on it as well as a financial goal. If we could make enough money to start our new lives then we would quit and leave the past where it should be.

  “I have some exciting news. I have decided to expand Secrets.” I grimaced inwardly as her breathy voice hit my ears. Exciting new could mean anything and it was usually nothing for me to get excited about. Kelly’s hand sought mine as we waited in anticipation to hear what the exciting news was.

  “We have received several complaints from dealers about the hours and location of Secrets players.” She paused for dramatic effect. This was nothing new. Dealers and players were always complaining about the time and location constraints. We were limited to five hours a day between 7 pm and midnight every night and we were only allowed to meet at the club.

  Though, the only meeting at the club was a great idea, in my opinion. It was a safety feature to ensure that everyone remained safe and that dealers never crossed the line. We had security and we also had our own separate locker rooms and lounge.

  “I have given this great consideration and have decided to work with the dealers. Players will continue to be in control of their cards. However, I have now allowed for the option of open hours except in the club as it would arouse suspicion, those hours will remain the same. Also, I have opened the option for players to meet the dealers at other locations.” Confusion, shock, and excitement sounded throughout the room as the news sunk in.

  “I have had several requests for extended visits with several players. I will be discussing this in private with each player it involves.” Ms. Hyde droned on. Kelly gave me a surprised look. “What do you think that means?” my brows furrowed in confusion. “I have no clue.”

  “I know that many of you are on a tight schedule so the mixer that was scheduled for tomorrow night will now be held tonight.” Gasps filled the room. We were always required to dress up for meetings and this was one of the reasons why. Often time’s, new dealers were brought in to scout out the players. And sometimes, such as in this case, we ended up with impromptu mixers.

  Kelly squeezed my hand. I turned to see her face glowing with excitement. “He’s going to be here.” She squealed out. “Calm down woman, or you will scare him off.” I chided playfully. Kelly had fallen head over heels for one of the dealers. He had requested her nearly four nights a week. I think he was just as enraptured by her as she was him.

  Ms. Hyde hushed the room. Before closing, she introduced three new female players and a lone male player. They all seemed nice and I looked forward to meeting them. I must admit, one of my guilty pleasures was meeting other players and determining what their particular kink was. After the introductions were over the meeting was called to a close. Ms. Hyde then called out for the Dealers to join us. They had been patiently waiting on the upper floor.

  Usually, Kelly and I would gossip and take turns guessing what the new players played but tonight she was too excited at the prospect of meeting her favorite dealer.

  “So what does your Dealer beau like?” I asked eager to know what the fella’s kink was to see if I could spot him from the crowd that had begun to gather at the terrace. Kelly turned to face me her eyes growing wide.

  “No, Niko, just no.” I gave a pout and batted my eyes, attempting to look as sad and pathetic as I could.

  Kelly bit her lip to hide a s
mile but I could see the curve of her lip rising. I stuck my tongue out of the corner of my mouth and crossed my eyes, eliciting a giggle from her.

  “Okay, Okay. He likes to watch me shave. Are you happy?” My mouth dropped open in mock shock.

  “You naughty girl,” I ribbed her.

  “Not all of us are freaks like you.” Kelly pretended to be infuriated. I knew she wasn’t. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a hug.

  “Fine, I won’t play.” I capitulated. Kelly hugged me back.

  “You’re not a freak.” I smiled at her.

  “I know,”

  Kelly participated in voyeurism. Her dealers often enjoyed watching her do mundane tasks. It was not something I could get into but she enjoyed it. She loved to be the center of attention, especially if that attention came from an attractive man.

  I released her from my arms and scanned the crowd. I know I told her I wouldn’t play. What I really meant was that I wouldn’t play with her. My eyes scanned the room taking in the faces and features of the men that made their way along the terrace and down the stairs. There was an array of men, tall short, fat, skinny, blonde, brunette, bald, you name it, there was a man fitting the description. A few female players were spread out among the men. Female players were rare but they did exist.

  A pair of green eyes caught my attention. They were attached to a man with short dark hair. He had high cheekbones and a sculpted jaw. The five o’clock shadow that he wore gave him a look that was dark and mysterious as well as rugged. His shoulders were wide and broad. I could feel the saliva pooling in my mouth. When his eyes met mine I quickly looked away reticently.

  “What are you doing?” Kelly tugged on my hand drawing my attention to her. Her brow was arched as she studied my face.