by K. M. Galvin
“You look hot!” Natalie squeals and catches me in a quick hug before doing a twirl in front of me. She’s wearing a very similar style dress to my own, but in red. Figures since she’s the one who bought them. Her long blonde hair is in a high bun and she’s got bright red lipstick slicked over her mouth. She looks like Barbie’s sexy older sister.
“Hot mama.” I compliment her and turn to Logan. Mr. Suave is wearing tight, metallic gray pants, a white long shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbow and holy shit suspenders. “Wow.”
“Thanks.” Logan tugs his suspenders and mimics Natalie’s twirl making us laugh.
“Caleb you need to buy some suspenders immediately,” I demand, still staring at Logan.
Caleb snorts and waves his hand in front of my face. “Ok that’s enough.”
“Sorry, it’s just wow.” Am I breathless?
“I know, right?” Natalie giggles, looping her arm through mine as she drags me to the door.
“It’s only a couple blocks that way,“ Logan points south, “can we leg it?”
Natalie and I look at our shoes before looking at him. He must be joking.
“Of course,” he snorts and orders a car. “Car will be here in 4 minutes.”
When we get to the restaurant we don’t have to wait thanks to Logan’s foresight to make a reservation in advance. Apparently, he’s been dying to eat here for a while and booked a table weeks ago.
Natalie orders a couple of bottles of wine for the table, enough to make sure we’re plenty loose for Caleb’s turn at running the night.
We linger over dinner, enjoying each other and I’m hit with another wave of nostalgia. Except how can I miss something before it’s gone? I lean into Caleb, resting my head on his shoulder I stare at my best friend, overwhelmed.
“Uh oh,” Natalie giggles at my expression, “wine hit you a little hard? You look ready to fall asleep or cry.”
“I’m just gonna miss this is all.” I fork a Brussels sprout off Caleb’s plate and pop it into my mouth. Who’s going to share my meals with me? I stare at my plate and sniff. “Yeah, I might cry too.”
Caleb snickers and kisses my forehead. “What’s wrong?”
I blink up at him; his smiling face is slightly worried. I shake my head and rest of my head on his again.
“Blue Bell—“ he begins again, his tone more worried than before but Natalie reading the situation as only she can, steps in.
“Why don’t we get the bill? She’s fine.” She raises a brow at Caleb before making eye contact with our waiter and signaling we’re ready to go.
“Well cheer up because it’s time to get kinky, Bellamy.” Logan leans back in his chair and pats his belly. “God, solid choice on dinner. Way to go, me.”
Natalie rolls her eyes heavenward as she tucks our expense card in the black folder before handing it off with a smile.
“Where to next?” Logan asks.
Caleb rubs my arm, “We don’t have to do this—“
Ugh, this is my fault. Stop being a baby, Bellamy. “No, stop. You’ve been planning this for ages. Where are we going?”
He studies me before deciding to believe what he sees. “Carnivale.”
Logan hoots his pleasure while Natalie and I wait.
“It’s a male and female club,” Logan explains, practically bouncing in his seat. Natalie slides him an amused glance.
“Thanks for thinking of us too, I guess,” Natalie says.
“I don’t know. You might not be thanking me soon.” Caleb gets up and helps me out of my chair.
I’m quiet as we follow out to the car, nerves settling in. The naked body does not intimidate me, but it’s an entirely different level of comfort to have them shaking their asses in my face.
Caleb grabs my hand and squeezes. “Stop freaking out. I would never put you in a situation you couldn’t handle.”
I relax my shoulders. “I know.”
“Let’s have some fun.” His grin is full of dark promises and my stomach twists for another reason.
WE PULL UP TO A non-descript building. The driver stops in front of the door, gives a knowing look and drives off. I turn to stare at the building. I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but it’s not a simple brick building without any outward signs indicative of this even being a club.
“Are you sure we have the right place?” I ask Caleb as he heads to the front door. The windows are blacked out so I can’t even peek inside. Caleb pushes the doorbell and I blink in trepidation. “Caleb, where the hell are we?”
“Dude, go with it,” Natalie says eagerly from behind me.
There’s a buzzing sound before the doors audibly unlock. With one last backward glance, Caleb opens the doors and we enter a small hallway. The walls are painted black, my heels clicking on the hardwood floors and still nothing to give away the fact we’re at a strip club.
“Where’s the doorman? Where do we pay our cover charge?” Natalie asks.
“You pay ahead. There was a camera outside confirming our identities.” Caleb says knocking on another door at the end of a hallway.
“Ok, I don’t want to seem like a little bitch, but this is starting to freak me out,” I whisper to Natalie.
“I think this might be a legit sex club.” She smiles slowly, glancing over her shoulder at Logan. “Right? Is this some dominatrix shit?”
Logan chuckles softly, his entire demeanor changing and I take a step back in surprise. I’ve seen him a lot of different ways, but never sexually. He crowds Natalie against the wall, “Why? Do you want to chain me up?” His hands cinch her waist and Natalie’s head thuds against the wall when it drops back.
“But for real,” I say loudly, breaking up the couple, “is this a sex club?”
“It’s whatever you want it to be.” A new voice comes from the now open doorway. I jolt and spin towards the man, mouth dropping at his gorgeous appearance. His light brown eyes are surrounded in the thickest lashes I’ve ever seen on anyone, man or woman. His dusky skin looks supple against his black suit. His shoulders are wide, almost filling the doorway, but it’s his mouth I can’t look away from. His full, lush lips are curved in a slightly perverse smile as if he knows how fucking gorgeous he is.
A small sound escapes me. Caleb glances over his shoulder, eyes narrowing at my near drooling focus on the new guy. I’m too obvious, but holy hell. Look at him!
“I’m Jameel,” he continues in a slight Middle Eastern accent. “Follow me.”
We follow single file through the door and down a set of stairs and it’s only now that I hear bass thumping. The air seems to dampen the further we descend and then we’re exiting into the main room.
My eyes don’t know where to look. At the reflective ceiling, black but so polished I can see myself looking back. Small lights dot throughout to mimic the nights sky. There’s a serpentine stage winding through the entire room with poles periodically marking the end of each wing of the stage.
A beautiful bar takes up an entire wall, seven bartenders manning the mammoth space. Colorful bottles, many of which I’ve never even heard of, line the shelves begging for a taste. Tables, packed with men and women, are spaced throughout the floor, but it’s one of the booths lining the edges of the main stage that Jameel leads us to.
Surprisingly no dancers are on the stage. A few waitress and waiters move through the tables, delivering drinks, but nothing of their attire suggests anything untoward. In fact, everything about this place suggests wealth and sophistication.
Minus the giant stage of course.
“What do you think?” Caleb asks, placing a hand on the small of my back as we follow our host to our booth.
“This is nothing like I expected,” I confess, pleasantly surprised. I’m positive if we walked in and I was greeted with tits, ass, and dicks in my face, I would have turned right around and left.
“I want you to enjoy yourself,” he whispers hotly, and I nod, trusting him to know what that would entail.
I turn to c
omment to Natalie about this place, but she’s nowhere to be found.
“Where’d they go?” I look around for them, but it’s so dim in here I can barely see the people around us.
“They have a separate booth. I want you to focus on us and whoever happens to turn you on.” Caleb’s hand roams down from my back to squeeze my ass and I choke.
“O—ok,” I agree shakily, struggling to keep up with the abrupt shift in mood. I slide in first, shifting once Caleb gets settled so my body is aligned totally on one side to his. Jameel bows and disappears.
“Can I get you a drink?” A waiter shows up instantly after Jameel takes off and Caleb rattles off our drink order, his fingers playing absentmindedly with the ends of my hair.
I’m about to ask him when the show starts when the volume of the music increases and the lights lining on the stage flick on. My heart begins to pound in time with the music and I clench my thighs in anticipation. Just the idea of what we’re doing is making me hot.
Our waiter delivers our drinks and disappears as the lights in the audience click off.
I reach for my drink and take a large gulp, eyes stinging at the burn as the rum hits my belly. I rub the condensation from the glass across my cheeks, desperate to cool off.
Caleb’s large hand grips the back of my neck, cradling my head, and his thumb and forefinger begin to massage he tension there. I sink into his hold as the first woman comes on stage.
She approaches the center of the stage slowly, hips rolling to the beat of the music. She’s wearing beautiful black lingerie; I can tell it’s expensive from here and I’m thankful she’s not naked. I need to ease into this.
She dances slowly, as if no one is in the room. She dances for herself, rocking her hips in a steady, erotic rhythm that makes me cheeks blush. Seemingly out of nowhere, a man appears behind her. He’s significantly taller, wearing unbuttoned jeans as per the theme of this place…beautiful.
His hands reach around to grasp her hips and tug her into his own. She reaches up behind her to encircle his head with her arms, drawing him down to the cradle of her neck and shoulder. The music changes, becoming faster and I find that my breathing picks up, as I’m riveted to the couple on stage.
I can see his hips moving now, rolling up into her ass; mimicking what he’d love to be doing if the barrier of their clothing wasn’t in the way. His hands glide to the front clasp of her bra and I hold my breath as he releases her breasts for everyone to see.
She pushes away from him, topless now and moves to one of the poles. She juts her ass out, teasing him before jumping onto the pole. The man stalks forward, pants riding lower with every step and I lick my lips, dying to see if he’s wearing anything underneath them. Before he can reach her another man steps in front of him, naked chest clashing. They stand so close, bodies brushing against on another and I lean forward watching the drama unfold.
The new guy is slightly smaller, but where the first man has a thick head of black hair, this new guy is bald and covered in tattoos. I bite my lip, finding that I like the dangerous look.
More dancers now, in different stages of undress, crowd the stage and move through the tables. It’s a shock to the senses, seeing this much skin and I fan myself discreetly.
I glance back at Caleb, who’s still relaxing in his seat. Arm thrown along the back of the booth seat, leg crossed and resting on his knee. His eyes are riveted to me instead of the dancers around us and I find myself responding even more at the idea of him watching me get aroused by others.
“Do you want a private dance?” His voice deepened with arousal startles me out of my lewd thoughts.
I shake my head and grab my drink, knocking back the rest before turning back to the nearest male dancer. It’s the one with all the tattoos and I lean forward as he grinds against another dancer. Fuck that’s hot, I think and as if he could hear my thoughts he looks up, locking eyes on my own.
He leaves the girl he’s dancing with and saunters his way over to me. I gulp, watching the light dance over his tanned, muscled skin. His eyes glint and a carnal smile reaches his lips when I lick my own.
“Are you sure you don’t want a dance?” Caleb whispers in my ear. His hand moves from my knee, up my inner thigh and under my dress feeling my wet seam. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked. Let me watch.”
Later, when my mind isn’t addled by alcohol and sex, I’ll be shocked by my actions, but right now I nod.
Caleb waves the man closer and asks for a dance for me.
“I’m Alex.” The dancer introduces himself, his gravelly voice reaching somewhere deep inside me, teasing the wantonness begging to come out. He reaches out a hand and I let him help me up from our table. He leads me to one of the backrooms and I turn to find Caleb hot on our heels.
He stalks after me, seeming to have grown somehow larger with his need, his erection obvious in his pants and my breath picks up at the thought of having these two men to myself.
Can I really do this? Who the hell am I?
Before I can second guess my actions further, Alex lets us into a private room with a small couch and a dimmed floor lamp in the corner. Caleb decides to stand against the wall, facing me as I take a seat on the couch.
“Relax, beautiful,” Alex says and flicks a switch on the wall beside my head. Music filters in the room, barely drowning out my heavy breathing. God, we’ve done nothing and I’m panting.
“I’m going to need your help with my pants, baby.” Alex moves in front of me.
“Don’t call her that,” Caleb’s voice whips out, and the other man nods immediately. My breath hitches as I lock eyes with Caleb. He just reminded everyone in this room who I belonged to and normally I’d be up in arms, but I would much rather attack him. And God, he looks feral as he watches me unbutton Alex’s jeans, sliding them down to reveal black boxer briefs and a large erection.
My breath hitches and I break eyes contact with Caleb to look into Alex’s dark gaze. He steps out of his pants and kicks them to the side of the room before kneeling on the couch, a leg on either side of me. His cotton covered erection inches from my face; he begins to move slowly at first, a hand under my chin tilting my head so I maintain eye contact with him.
I can smell his need and my own, and I lick my lips beyond the point of embarrassment and propriety. In here, it’s all about me and what I want. Caleb’s making sure I get it.
Alex shifts so he’s sitting on the couch and he adjusts me so I’m now in his previous position, his cock teasing my most intimate center. My head drops back and I mewl as his hands rock my body against his.
It’s heady, both having this perfect, beautiful stranger want me and to know that Caleb is watching. I rock my hips, my pussy barely grazing Alex’s cock. Touching, but not really. Imitating what we could be doing and it’s so fucking erotic; I’m turned on to an almost unbearable level.
Alex face is a picture of lust as he watches me, eyes flicking briefly behind me, flaring at whatever he sees Caleb doing there.
Alex leans up and picks me up, arms underneath my legs, shifting me high before dropping me on the couch on my back. My dress is hiked up so my panties tease your sight. I lie there gasping, unbelievably turned on and turn to Caleb, needing some relief. I can’t go back out there like this.
Caleb nods to Alex, who grabs his pants and exits the room soundlessly. For a moment he keeps his back to the wall, chest heaving as he watches me, “Did you want to fuck him?” His question rips from his, harsh and black with jealousy.
It makes my back arch off the couch. “No. I want you.”
“I can smell how aroused you are,” he accuses.
“Because you’re watching.” I assure him, and he needs no more convincing. He rips at his belt and has his cock in his hand before I can blink. The head is an angry purple and already leaking come as Caleb rubs it with his thumb. I lick my lips and reach under my dress to pull my panties down to my ankles.
Caleb lunges to me, shifting me around so my ass is hangin
g off the couch, kneeling in front of me he wastes no time before thrusting all the way to the hilt.
I scream at the wonderful fullness of him inside me. Reaching behind me to push against the wall, I keep leverage as he pounds into me furiously. He didn’t bother pushing his pants down all the way and for some reason that runs me on more.
“Caleb!” I dig my heels into his ass and he leans forward to take my mouth in a vicious, claiming kiss. Our tongues duel with one another. It’s messy and fueled with need, nothing like the kisses you grow up seeing in the movies. This kiss is only for lovers.
He loops an arm around my ass, shifting me higher so he’s slamming up into me. He slows his pace so his strokes are longer, harder and so goddamn slow my eyes roll in the back of my head. Tiny grunts erupt from my mouth with every thrust of his cock and my hands leave the wall to grip his shirt as he reaches a new place inside me.
“Oh my God!” I cry as my orgasm surprises me. Unprepared, my pleasure is loud, my movements wild. I can feel myself clamping down hard on him as he curses.
“Bellamy!” Caleb growls against my neck, biting down as he comes. The slight pleasure pain of his bite, reaches my nipples making them painfully hard as he empties himself inside me. I moan again, aftershocks causing me to twitch against him.
Caleb sits back on his heels, dragging me off the couch and into his arms, cock still inside me. I snuggle into his hold, tired now that I’m sated.
“Let’s go get cleaned up. Meet me at the bar. We’re leaving. I need to fuck you again, but in a bed.” He licks the shell of my ear and I hiss, every bit of my skin sensitive.
I stand up, drawing my now ruined panties up my legs and clench my thighs at the wetness between my legs. Yeah, a trip to the bathroom is definitely in order.
Caleb exits first, then his my hand in his, he walks me to the bathroom making sure I’m inside before disappearing to the men’s room.
I make quick work of cleaning myself up, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
My hazel eyes are bright, pupils blown wide with lust. My lips are swollen, bruised and wet. I lick them again, smiling at myself. My tilt my head and sure enough, Caleb’s bite mark is already bruising. I finger it, wincing slightly before laughing softly.