Stepping out of her car at the address her friend had specified only proved Karla’s opinions of the dress. Heads turned, as she reared up to her full height, the line of people outside the club looking at her with unreserved interest. She almost blushed, before realizing that that kind of attention was precisely why she had come here. Smiling, she stood tall and scanned the crowd, finding her friend toward the front of the line and moving in to join her.
‘Okay, okay,’ Jennifer said, completely lacking in preamble. She grabbed her friend’s shoulders and leveled a serious gaze at her. ‘You gotta promise me something, Karla. An open mind is key to enjoying yourself tonight. You need it. Promise me you’re gonna go in with that, so I can make your night fucking dynamite.’
‘Whoa, alright, I promise,’ Karla brushed Jennifer’s hands off of her, once the girl had begun to shake, energy etching her. She was almost bouncing. ‘Where even are we?’
‘Hey, don’t just ask, we’re up,’ Jennifer gestured ahead, noting that they were at the front of the line now. ‘Come see for yourself.’
There was a bouncer- albeit a more jovial one than Karla was used to- but he seemed to know Jennifer on sight, waving her and her companion through the single, non-descript door into a well-lit anteroom beyond. The moment that door cracked, it was as though a whole new world had come flooding out and into the night, light cast upon the thronging crowd that turned each of their expressions envious and longing. Sounds of pleasure leaked out from within. Karla blinked, but allowed herself to be drawn inside anyway.
The world changed the moment she stepped over that threshold.
Bodies dominated the room from the first inch. Bodies in pleasure, bodies writhing, bodies having the sort of good time that Karla had longed for forever. It became hard to describe simply because of the sheer multitude of different acts and actions and people involved. Over there, a man and a woman, the latter astride the former, neither wearing pants. Off in that corner, a pair of women kneeling in front of a man, heads bobbing and necks obviously collared, black leather lending a kinky flavor to their oral ministrations. At a table at the far end of the room, two people engaged in jovial conversation over wine, and indeed over the top of the naked woman laid across the top of it, taking it in the ass from a similarly naked man behind her, the four of them somehow keeping up their talk regardless of that.
Karla wondered what such a conversation could possibly be about.
‘Welcome to… well, it doesn’t really have a name,’ Jennifer shrugged, taking a moment to admire a pair of copulating women just splayed out on the carpet, pale and dark skin pressing against one another with almost balletic grace. ‘The people who know it know where to find it without needing something to call it. It… moves around, depending on availability. You don’t want this place opening up the night before, say, a a bible club needs the room. There’s sometimes some… um, stain removal that needs to happen. Deep clean the carpets, you know?’
‘This place is a sex club.’
‘Rules are pretty simple.’ Jennifer paced, seemingly at ease with the constant, fluctuating throb of sexuality that surrounded them. ‘Don’t come up on anyone without their permission, be polite and ask, just generally don’t be a sleaze. It’s all pretty much what you’d expect.’
‘This is a sex club.’ Karla had stopped dead.
‘To be honest, I’m not crazy about the room planning here, since the first room you go into is all public, you don’t get a choice when you walk in on what you see,’ Jennifer shrugged. ‘But it’s not too bad. I’ve seen worse, like this one time- you okay, Karla?’
‘You’ve taken me to a sex club.’
‘Like I said, Karla, keep an open mind,’ Jennifer took her friend by the shoulders, looking her up and down, as if searching for instability. ‘This isn’t just about sex. Look around: what else do you see? Yeah, people are going to town on each other, but look closer. They’re also watching, and talking, and trying out new things. This is a new atmosphere for you, come and check it out with me.’
She took Karla by the hand and tugged her forward, deeper into the strange new world they had both entered. The sounds of pleasure echoed off of the walls, becoming more complex and multi-layered the further into the club’s sensual heart they ventured. Karla didn’t know where to lay her eyes, every corner of the space they traveled through holding some kind of prurient visual that only caused her to blush a deeper red; a woman, bent over another’s knee, her ass playing host to a variety of angry red handprints as she was spanked, over and over. A man, his hand closed around the slender throat of his partner as he pushed himself between her spread legs, driving deeply inside her. Two men, kissing over a woman that lay splayed between them, taking their throbbing dicks from both ends at once.
Every moment of it stoked Karla’s imagination, forced her to confront the question of what, exactly, Jennifer had planned for her once they had reached whatever destination her friend had in mind. Worse still, Karla didn’t know whether she had the wherewithal to reject such a thing, her body hungering for what she was seeing, the cavalcade of perversity playing out around her bringing to mind the freedom of the old days, where she could commit to one night stands without any fear or moral qualms.
‘This place is like sexual rocket fuel,’ Jennifer broke through Karla’s reveries as they walked. ‘If you let yourself enjoy it, that is. We’ve only been going here a few months, Roger and I, and it’s done a whole lot for us. He doesn’t even really get into it personally, not much, he just watches me, and it works. I get a taste of other men, new lovers and new cocks and new sensations, and Roger’s always there… there’s this fire in his eyes when he watches, he enjoys that I’m enjoying myself so much, it’s as much a part of the thrill as anything else. An energy passes between us, and when we fuck afterwards? God, Karla, it’s something to behold. I really do love that man.’
Karla was silent, the words soaking into her brain, dripping down into the deepest corners, infecting even those parts of her that objected to being here. If Jennifer and Roger could come here, partake of all the many pleasures this club had to offer and come out with a stronger relationship than before, why couldn’t she and William do likewise?
‘Ah, look, there’s our kindly proprietor!’ Jennifer exclaimed, dragging Karla before a tall, well-dressed man who had sauntered his way in front of them. ‘Meet Malcolm, Karla.’
Karla took in Malcolm, in all his bulky and tailored glory. He towered over her, body graceful and sculpted, yet muscular beneath the lines of his suit, all controlled power bound up in long limbs. He wore a dark suit, the only splash of color in sight the deep red of his tie, a crimson streak down his broad chest, suggesting passion lurking beneath his groomed, meticulous exterior. A strong jaw played host to a speckling of dark stubble, his mouth thin and tight-lipped, hiding everything behind an expression of mild interest. His eyes- slate gray- flicked down Karla’s body for a moment before they returned to maintaining eye contact, and the woman felt herself shiver.
Karla realized she was staring, and flushed, looking away. ‘Nice to meet you, sir.’
She didn’t know why she had appended that final word to her sentence, just that it had felt right to do so, some instinctual part of Karla giving the man standing before her additional deference. Malcolm extended a hand and, when Karla took it, engulfed the woman’s with his own. Karla got the impression that, if he wanted to, he could easily overpower her and, unbidden, she imagined what that might look like. It was hard not to, surrounded as she was by countless pairs and trios and groups engaged in the most private of acts, right out in the open.
‘The pleasure’s mine, I assure you.’ Again a flicker as his eyes slipped downward, toward Karla’s cleavage, this time paired with the slightest of smiles. He knew what Karla’s blush was all about. ‘How do you like my little gathering? Very visually pleasing, is it not?’
‘That…’ Karla’s eyes fell momentarily upon yet another beautiful couple, entranced with
one another in ways that she and William had not been for years. She nodded. ‘Yes. It certainly is.’
‘It takes a lot of work to organize, but I find it worthwhile,’ Malcolm said, his voice steady and somehow powerful enough to rise above the sounds of sex that permeated the club. ‘Something about giving so very many people a good time all at once, it’s nicely edifying. Jennifer tells me you’re new though, so don’t force yourself to engage with anything that you might find. There’s often an impulse to throw oneself into these things, as though I won’t be throwing another such gathering in a short while, and it’s my experience that doing so leads to regrets after the fact… particularly if you’ve one comes here without the knowledge of their significant other.’
This observation came with a sharp glance in Jennifer’s direction, an almost accusatory edge to Malcolm’s expression, and Karla found herself blushing even brighter; did the man know that much about her? What had Jennifer told him?
‘Just take things at your own pace,’ Malcolm said finally, after a moment of silence that went on just slightly too long. ‘Jennifer has a lot more experience with this than you, if I’m to take her seriously. Don’t let her bait you into a race to the bottom, but if you find yourself so inclined, please do seek me out. I’d be delighted to… oh, whatever you happen to want. Enjoy yourself, regardless.’
He placed one large hand on Karla’s shoulder, thumb outstretched so that it almost rested in the hollow of her throat, the gesture seemingly coincidental but too overtly dominant for Karla to believe that. Malcolm’s eyes gave nothing away, but that in itself was a hint; would a person without mischief in mind have to strip away his true feelings as meticulously as Malcolm clearly was?
Even so, Karla felt herself twist inside, the man’s softly-spoken strength reaching into a place deep inside her. He possessed the same kind of energy that Karla herself had, so long ago, and had wielded it to constructive, sociable and undoubtedly perverse ends; she couldn’t help but become turned on at one so skilled. She could only imagine what he would be like in bed…
‘I think your friend is eager to move on,’ he said, gesturing to Jennifer as she bounced on the spot, half-turned toward a specific room set at one end of a hall, the door open and inviting, yet angled in such a way as to conceal whatever lay inside. Karla looked to Malcolm, hoping for any hint as to what it was that Jennifer had planned for her, but the tall man merely shrugged, seemingly genuine in his ignorance. With a mix of both apprehension and excitement, Karla allowed herself to be dragged away and toward that mysterious room.
‘Okay! Okay!’ Jennifer seemed to almost vibrate in her skin, expressing each individual word as an exclamation. ‘Open mind, remember? Is your mind open, Karla? Let’s do this!’
Pushing open the door revealed a pleasantly decorated suite- sitting area, bed, large feature window overlooking the ocean- with two occupants, both of them men, and both of them just as large as Malcolm had been. The pair of them stood at the first sight of activity, relaxed yet somehow eager, and went to meet the women as Jennifer ushered her friend into the room and closed the door behind her. Male gazes fell instantly and hungrily onto Karla’s body.
‘Karla, my friend, this here is Warren,’ Jennifer went quickly to one of the men, whose muscles showed easily through his white button down shirt, the fabric only barely seeming to contain him. He truly looked the running back that Jennifer had described him as, very much the sort of human fortress that could pick a woman up and… and…
Karla remembered thinking of him in the shower, without ever knowing his face. Karla blushed.
‘Hi, Warren,’ she said, trying her hardest not to sound as shy as she felt. It was clear, from the man’s reaction, that she had failed, and Warren shot Karla a reassuring smile as he bent his head to kiss her proffered hand. There was a wink, as he looked up at her, and from below unkempt black hair he spoke.
‘Lovely to meet you, Karla, Jennifer’s told me an awful lot about you,’ he said, standing to his full height once again. ‘And I guess you know quite a bit about me too… well, at least regarding how I relate to Jennifer, yeah?’
‘Oh… yes,’ Karla could barely look Warren in the eye, afraid that the ideas she had entertained regarding him would be betrayed in her gaze. But the man was undeterred, his expression open and friendly, yet undoubtedly interested in her. Jennifer, keen on moving the process along, moved to the other man and pushed him forward, looking on expectantly as he extended a hand.
‘Reggie,’ he said, running his free hand through his sandy blond hair. Reggie was older than Warren- headed toward his forties while Warren seemed only just situated in his thirties- and while just as muscular, he was built differently too; the body of a fighter, not an athlete. Bulkier and more stocky, he was nevertheless an imposing and deeply exciting figure, looming over her just as Warren did, an easy kind of sexual energy beaming out of him here, in this place, and into Karla.
At Jennifer’s insistence, Karla allowed herself to be led toward the sitting area, lights glinting off of the water outside the window, and sat down on a couch beside Warren. As the blonde woman opened a bottle of wine, Warren sparked up an easy conversation, clearly having been coached into some familiarity with Karla before this evening. William, as a topic, remained carefully excised from the collective, as the two men prompted Karla to discuss why it was that she might be tempted into a place like this, focusing solely on the positive aspects of patronizing a sex club.
Though Reggie was otherwise somewhat quiet, he spoke up vociferously on this point, emphasizing the freedom to seek and attain one’s own satisfaction that his time at this specific club had granted him. The bulky man leaned forward, laying his palms flat on his knees as he talked, his eyes focused on Karla as he described the sheer sensual heights that could be reached here, as the woman’s cheeks burned; her mind had already raced ahead, Jennifer’s endgame now all too clear and yet… and yet…
She hadn’t left the room yet, now had she?
Wine flowed and made that question easier to bear, Jennifer taking particular care to keep Karla’s glass filled and defenses as low as they could be. Around her the conversation changed organically, turning from the freedom of complication-free sex, to the sex itself, and it became clear that Jennifer had extensive history with both of the men she had brought to Karla; the three of them traded increasingly graphic stories as Karla listened, old reminiscences mixing seamlessly with Karla’s own fantasies, her imagination leaping to supply visuals for each of them through the haze of drink and arousal.
Every now and then, not for long enough to be obvious, Warren or Reggie would turn their eyes to Karla, looking her up and down with naked hunger in their gazes. If she caught them, they would wink and keep talking, perhaps lick their lips, making no secret of their intentions toward her. Still she stayed, allowing their stories, their deep and confident voices, their strong bodies, to wash over her and fill her mind with ideas of what was to come. Karla stayed, despite having a husband, despite knowing at her core that he wouldn’t be okay with what was going to happen, but unable to simply step away now that she had come so far.
William was a long way away, both physically and mentally. Didn’t Karla deserve to feel wanted, desired in the way that Warren and Reggie clearly did?
Why shouldn’t she get what she wanted, for once?
‘Alright, well,’ Jennifer stood, slurring her speech somewhat. ‘Much fun as I’m having, I have another engagement to get to elsewhere in the club. Karla, do call me later on, I’ll want to know all the details…’
‘Wait, you’re leaving me here?!’ Karla squeaked, and Warren grinned.
‘Stick around with Warren and Reggie!’ Jennifer giggled, waving a hand as she backed out of the room. ‘They’re nice guys, I’m sure they’ll treat you right. They wanted to get to know you!’
‘We really did,’ Warren supplied, as Jennifer vanished, closing the door behind her and sealing Karla in with the two handsome, handsome men. ‘
Especially now that we’ve seen you in the flesh…’
He stood, and Karla did likewise, the action both automatic and unconsidered; had she been getting up to leave, or for… some other reason? Warren’s deep, attractive eyes bore down on her, and she swallowed.
‘Jennifer kind of sprung you two gentlemen on me,’ she said, softly, her gaze locked on the man in front of her. ‘I didn’t know why I was coming out here, at the time.’
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