by Bush, Kitty
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Warning
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CLUB DUO:
LAILA
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Kitty Bush
Club Duo: Laila
Copyright © 2013 by Kitty Bush
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Property of Kitty Bush August 2013
Chapter One
“So what exactly is your birthday wish?” Tina’s enthusiasm rivaled Laila’s. If only her wish would come true.
“Come on, Laila. It’s your eighteenth birthday.” Elissa grinned. “And now we’re all over eighteen and able to do all the shit we’ve been hoping for.”
“We can’t drink, Laura,” Wendy argued.
“Oh, fuck yes we can,” Tina growled. “This is the beginning of our lives.” She sipped her drink. The booze had been a gift from her stepmother for the celebration. “Or some shit like that.”
So true. They were all going off to different colleges. Doing different things. Life was happening. Nobody ever liked change. Laila knew she’d have to adjust. But when you leave your best friends behind, it’s hard.
The scent of fresh strawberries and cream hit her and made her mouth water. Her favorite cake. Laura cut slices from the cake set out on her parents’ expensive dining room table.
“Come on. Tell us what you want for your special night.” Elissa always tried to give her friends something memorable on days like birthdays.
“I…” She couldn’t say the words out loud. Even though these were her friends, she couldn’t. Telling her friends her personal fantasy was not easy. She didn’t know if they’d be cool or freak the fuck out.
“I know what she wants.” Laura’s eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Oh?” Laila’s stomach churned. What did she know?
“You want to go to Club Duo.”
Air shot out of Laila’s lungs. “What?”
Everyone knew the place. It was one of those places parents didn’t want their daughters going. Not that the girls had cared. They’d followed Laila’s crush to that place. Mr. Jack Benton. High school English teacher. AKA, Mr. Stud. Hot as all hell and drool worthy to the Ninth degree. He was one of the younger teachers in the school. There were a few others like Mr. Math, Mr. Personal Fitness, Mr. Chemistry, and, of course, the Principal. Who ever heard of a hot principal?
“You know you want to.” Elissa giggled, red-cheeked from all the laughing and probably the beer.
“I do want to.” Laila agreed. There would be no admitting to personal kink fantasies though.
“Let’s go then.” Tina stood.
“Where?” Laila needed to stop daydreaming and pay attention to the conversation.
The three of them glared at Laila.
Elissa’s brows arched. “Club Duo. Have you been listening?”
Laila struck her tongue out. “Um, has it escaped you all that we are not twenty-one yet? They won’t let us in.”
Elissa and Laura glanced at Tina. What in the hell had Laila missed? “I got a way for us to get in.”
Now the three shifted toward Laila.
“Really?” Laila was unsure, but the possibility was too tempting.
“Yes.” Elissa stood, sliding her hands down her dark-green bubble skirt. “It’s settled. Let’s go.”
Laila glanced down at her black mini dress and spiky heels. “I’m not dressed for that place. Don’t we need to be like half-naked or something?”
“You look great,” the others replied.
“Fine. Ok.”
She could do it. She really could. She was a graduate now. She almost choked. Ok, she was a high school grad. Plus, she needed to see what drew Mr. Benton to that place.
God.
He was so delicious with his big, tanned body in those ass-hugging jeans. Her brain fried with every glance she stole. He’d caught her a few times. Ok, more than a few. But she didn’t care. She would give up her scholarship for a single night with Mr. Stud. All the girls in the school drooled over him, and his big, blue eyes. It was painful to watch, but at least he didn’t try to hook up with any of them.
* * *
Club Duo was low lit, with a long, red carpet leading to the front doors. There was no sign, just a guy at the door. It was crazy, but no one ever knew who went there. The only reason they’d caught Mr. Stud going in was because they’d followed him after class. That had given Laila all kinds of perverted ideas. Ideas that had her pulling out her purple rabbit vibrator, the one with white pearls and dual rotation. She’d run to her bathroom and fucked herself while mumbling his name. Thank God her father traveled so much, or he’d probably have heard her down the hall.
Elissa parked down the street. Tension ran high in the car. Sweat covered Laila’s brown skin. She knew they could get arrested, but she didn’t care. Nobody went into Club Duo unless they were a member.
“So…what now?” Laura glanced toward the entrance.
“No. Not that one.” Tina shushed everyone.
They got out of the car and ran into the back alley. Darkness surrounded them. Excitement buzzed over her skin, seeping into her pores and igniting tiny shudders down her back. When they reached a side door, one of the guys from their high school stood there. He unlocked the door and held out a hand.
Tina handed him a wad of money. “Thanks, Nick.”
“No problem, babe.” He licked his lips and glanced over the group before meeting Tina’s gaze. “You sure you don’t want to play with me?”
“We’ve done this before, Nick. You can’t handle me, remember?” She winked.
Nick’s smile dropped instantly. “Get inside. Don’t get caught, or I don’t know you. I got this job thanks to my dad, and I’m keeping it.”
The other girls rushed inside. Laila’s heart thumped wildly, bouncing around her chest cavity.
This was it.
They walked past a bunch of waiters dressed in distinctive red shirts and black pants, before entering a hallway.
“Alright.” Elissa grabbed Laila by the shoulders. “We love you. Really, we do. And we brought you here to have an orgasmic birthday. But we can’t stay together or we’ll get caught.”
Laila turned to her other friends. All were nodding. Shit. She was going to have to go on alone.
“Ok.”
“Let’s try to meet back by the car at some point in…say, three hours. Unless you get a ride, in which case call me,” Tina added. “I won’t leave without everyone.”
She watched them b
reak off and head in different directions. Holy hell. It was for real. She was in Club Duo. Her interest in finding out what in the world was going on in that place skyrocketed.
After wandering down hall after hall and only coming across doors with strange names, she decided to peek inside one of them.
Edibles. Nice. She turned the knob quietly, hoping not to make too much noise. Her fingers froze on the door while she took in the sights. Well, damn.
A handful of women sat on a large buffet table, legs wide open, while men licked at their pussies like starving dogs. A second man held each woman from behind. Each man gripped and squeezed the woman’s tits. It was super hot.
Her pussy grew instantly slick, and her clit throbbed. She wanted to be eaten like those women. Her gaze wandered over the room. There was a man off in a corner. Just standing there. Watching. She knew that face. Mr. Stud was taking in the show.
He met her gaze. Goosebumps broke out over her skin from the way he watched her.
Dark.
Intense.
Sexy as hell.
She gulped. Sometimes a person was faced with their deepest desires and didn’t know what to do.
He marched toward her. Oh lord. The dangerous side of her—the one that always got her into some kind of trouble—said to stop being a sissy and take the man. This was her chance.
“Do you know what you’re doing here?” His low, rough rumble sent electric sparks straight to her cunt.
Chapter Two
“Yes.” She didn’t recognize her own voice, only her need to be with him, to be his.
“As much as I want you, little girl, you should go.”
“No.”
Wow. Had she said that out loud? Wait, he said he wanted her! Her! She hadn’t come all this way for nothing. And now that he was in front of her—a six-foot-two wall of muscle with just a hint of tan on his pale skin—she wasn’t backing away. Did he really think she’d leave now? No way. Not when she kept visualizing him fucking her from behind every night. Not when all she dreamt about was a single opportunity to touch each one of his muscles. Not a chance.
She’d worried he might be turned off by her body. She was a big girl: big tits, big ass, and big thighs. She had curves. Lots of them. But then she’d seen his face whenever she displayed them. He wanted her.
“What do you want?” A muscle pulsed at the side of his jaw.
She wanted to lick his entire body. Down his neck, to his abs, and straight to his cock. “You.”
He gripped her arms. Those big, calloused hands made her skin tingle.
“I’m not looking to get arrested for being with a minor. No matter how sexy she is.”
Did he call her sexy? At that point all bets were off. Hunger grew in his eyes as his gaze roamed over her low-cut neckline. Oh yeah, he liked her body. His gaze caressed her breasts, down to the indent of her waist, and lower still to the flare of her wide hips. She knew her body wasn’t perfect, but as a Latina, her family had taught her to embrace every curve and love them.
“I’m eighteen.” She licked her lips and watched his nostrils flare and his gaze latch on to her mouth. “Since today. It’s my birthday.”
His brows rose. He was interested.
Yes!
He slid those large hands around her back and pulled her to him, bodies flush against each other. She whimpered.
“And you want me for your birthday?”
She nodded. God, that voice and the possession in his eyes made her so hot she wanted to get down and dirty right then and there.
“There’s one condition to your request.”
“I don’t care.” She really didn’t. She would do whatever he wanted as long as she got a taste of the darkness he tried to hide.
A sexy smile split his lips, until he showed even white teeth. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Before she got a chance to blink, he was slipping his fingers into her hair and tugging her face to him. Their lips met in a kiss. A hot kiss that made every hair in her body stand on end. It made her breath catch and her hormones dance with arousal.
She dug her nails into his shoulders. Muscular steel shifted under her palms. His tongue dove into her mouth, seeking something. She didn’t know what, but she’d give it to him. She might still be young, but she could tell he knew how to kiss. He circled his tongue around her lips before sucking them into his mouth, biting each one separately.
He continued to kiss her. Driving his tongue in and out of her mouth in a slow fucking she thought would make her come. The hold on her hair didn’t loosen. It tightened as if he wanted to show her he was in charge. And she needed to have him even more.
Something hit the back of her ass. She opened her eyes, stared straight at him, and then glanced back. He’d pushed her toward the buffet table.
“Sit.”
Her first response was going to be something cheeky, but the look in his eyes stopped her.
She hopped on the table and waited.
“Lift your skirt.”
She glanced to the other women still getting their pussy eaten like they were the last meal these men were ever going to have. But they were watching each other. Seeing the others moaning. She had to admit she was enjoying it too.
She didn’t glance away from him when she yanked her skirt up to her waist. Her breath hitched at the approving smile.
“Good girl.” He trailed his hands up her thick legs to her pussy. “Oh, yes. You are a very good girl.”
He slipped a finger past her wet thong and straight into her cunt.
She bit her lip. Continued to watch him, watch the interest grow in his eyes.
“I want to eat your pussy, Laila.”
She swallowed hard. She wanted that too.
“I want to shove my face between your legs and watch you come,” he said, still fingering her pussy.
All of a sudden, she felt a pair of hands slide the straps on her top down her arms. She glanced over her shoulder. Another man was there—an Adonis with a strong jaw and a flirty smile. He kissed the back of her neck.
“I want to suck your tits while he eats your pussy.”
Oh hell yes. She shut her eyes and leaned into his kisses. Her top slid down further. Cool air tightened her nipples into tiny, hard points.
“You have gorgeous tits,” Adonis whispered, licking the shell of her ear. “I want to suck them. And bite them. I bet you’ll taste so fucking good.”
She moaned, still loving Mr. Stud’s fingering of her cunt. Two fingers were now slipping and sliding in and out of her pussy.
“Open your legs wide for me,” he ordered.
She lifted heavy lids and watched him pull two metal footrests from under the table. He grabbed one foot and placed it on the footrest. Then the other. He then pushed her knees down until she was wide open.
He rubbed a finger up and down her wet thong, circling her clit.
“This has to go.”
A moment later her thong was torn off her hips. Adonis came around the side. He kissed his way down from her neck to her breasts, until he sucked a tit into his mouth and drew circles over her nipple with his tongue.
“Oh, fuck yes!” Laila groaned.
“You like that?” Mr. Stud’s deep rumble compelled her into opening up her thoughts and voicing her deepest, darkest fantasies.
“Yes.”
“Look at me.” His dark sensual voice beckoned.
She cracked her eyes open to see Mr. Stud watching Adonis going back and forth between her tits. He squeezed and pinched one while biting and sucking the other. Then he switched. Her pussy was so wet. She already felt tension gathering in her cunt.
“Do you want me to lick your pussy?”
“God, yes.”
His finger was now circling the outer area to her pussy, and she slid a little lower trying to get him to enter her.
“I will lick your pussy and suck your throbbing clit.”
She moaned.
He pulled a seat from under th
e table and lowered. His face was level to her cunt. “Tell me to lick you.”
She struggled to breathe. “Lick me.”
“No. Tell me you want me to lick your pussy.”
He tapped on her hardened bundle of nerves. Breaths pounded in her lungs. Spots danced behind her lids. Everything felt so tight.
He licked the inside of her thigh. “Tell me to lap at your juices. Tell me to make you come all over my mouth, my tongue.” The heat of his mouth combined with each lick turned her shaky legs to jelly. “And then tell me you to go down to your asshole and suck it.” He blew air on her pussy.
Her sex grasped at nothing. She needed to be filled. By him. As soon as possible.
Soft groans slid up her throat. “Lick me. Make me come over your mouth and tongue and…” She groaned when Adonis pinched her nipple harder. “Then you can fuck me in my ass.”
Mr. Stud laughed. The low chuckle sounded like a decadent caress. “I never mentioned fucking your ass. You are a naughty girl.”
“Yes, I am.”
“I’ll teach you what I do to naughty girls.”
He shoved his entire face between her legs. Her entire body shook at the feel of his tongue gliding over her slick folds. Fire shot straight from the nipples Adonis was pinching to her asshole Mr. Stud was fingering.
The sound of his licks and sucks slurping her pussy threw gasoline to the raging inferno. Her body wound fast, so fast she couldn’t seem to catch her breath.
“Fuck!”
Adonis nibbled on her tits. Her brain was torn between the feel of his mouth sucking her nipples and Mr. Stud drawing his flat tongue from her asshole up to her clit, fucking her pussy and then back down to twirl around her ass.
“Your pussy tastes like the sweetest cream,” Mr. Stud groaned.
She glanced down. Watched his blond head dip in and out between her dark thighs—thighs that were glistening with perspiration. Her leg muscles locked. Mr. Stud sucked her clit hard. She jerked on the table, but Adonis was holding her upper body in a hug while he devoured her tits.
“I want to see you come,” Adonis whispered as he looked up. His light eyes met hers.
“I want to come,” she whimpered. Hell, she wanted to come and get fucked. By one or both of those incredibly hot men.