The Diamond Club: A Novel

by Patricia Harkins-Bradley

  Without permission, he took the center of my womanhood between his thumb and forefinger.

  My body was his. I was his slave.

  As he thrusted over and over, I began to feel the closet around us rock. My extasy was matched by the motion of the room around us. It was as if Mother Earth felt our passion and partook in our extasy. She thrusted in rhythm with Leonard. Outside the phone booth, I could hear glass breaking, women screaming. Leonard thrusted. I was on the edge. A fire ignited. The minicloset was lit by the dancing flames from behind the bar. I was close, and I could feel the heat of the fire on my skin, as well as in my loins. Leonard was relentless with his fingers and his girth. I came like a shot. My toes curled and my mind left. He was in me. That’s all that mattered.

  It took a little bit for me to compose myself. Once I did, I opened the door to check on Gina and Veronica. They were both glued to the TV. It seemed as though that game, something about “The Battle of the Bay,” would be postponed.

  My Night In

  I guided his hard-on into my vaginal canal. I had only just met Zachary a few hours earlier at The Diamond Club. His chest was as hard as rock and so was his cock. He fucked me with the ferocity of a wildebeest but shot his load in only few minutes. His penis softened and slipped out of my pussy. I was disappointed. No, more than disappointed. I was angry. His dick couldn’t live up to the promises of sensual delights that he had made to me. When we met he told me of all the nasty things he would do to me and all the things he wanted me to do to him. He made it sound like he could last for hours.

  I was pissed about it but I wasn’t going to let this get in the way of my vagina’s desires. I stood up in bed and moved so that I was standing over Zachary’s head and lowered myself. My vulva was an inch from his mouth. I told him to start licking. He did as he was told. He wiggled his tongue up and down my pussy. He licked the lips of my pussy and then took my clitoris into his mouth. He sucked on my clit with his lips and pressed down on it with his tongue. I felt the orgasm building deep in my loins. My body wanted to cum but I pulled away from Zachary’s delightful mouth.

  I moved forward a little so that my anus was now just above his mouth. I lowered myself again and this time Zachary needed no instructions and began eating my ass immediately. First he traced the outside of my rosebud with his tongue. Then he started pushing his tongue into my butthole. I quite enjoyed this sensation. I started tracing circles around my clitoris with my finger. Zachary pushed his tongue as deep as he could into my asshole. He started moving it in and out, fucking my asshole with his tongue. I pressed down hard on my clit with my thumb and fucked my pussy with two of my fingers as Zachary continued to ass fuck me with his tongue. It was Heaven. The stimulation soon became too much for me. I shuddered as the orgasm ripped through my body. I collapsed forward on top of Zachary and came face to face with his re-embiggened dick.

  “Maybe this time it’ll stay up longer than two minutes,” I joked. Zachary didn’t take kindly to my comment. A flash of anger came over him and he moved to sit at the edge of the bed dragging me with him. He bent me over his knee and held my hands behind my back with his left hand. He then raised his right hand in the air and came down hard on my ass cheek. There was a loud smack and I let out a little scream. I was surprised by this turn of events but not unhappy with them. Zachary didn’t know it but I liked to be spanked. It was a relatively new kink for me. The sting of a hand or paddle or belt on my ass always makes me wet. A fact that Zachary became aware of when he felt my juices drip down his leg. My ass became redder and redder with each slap and my arousal continued to grow. Soon I was grinding my cunt into Zachary’s leg. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. He stopped his assault on my ass and began fingering my pussy. I moaned as Zachary finger fucked me to another orgasm.

  We stood up and he took my hand and led me into the dining room. He told me to lean over the table and then he went back into the bedroom. I knew what was in store for me and I started to become aroused again. I bent over the table sticking my ass out just as Zachary came back with his belt and a small bottle of lube. I braced myself by grabbing the edge of the other side of the table. Zachary brought the belt down on my ass. This spanking was harder than the last one. I couldn’t hold back the tears and wept openly. I was in pain but it was not outmatched by the pleasure. The impact caused vibrations to travel through my lower body. My pussy was trembling from the oscillations. An orgasm erupted from deep inside me and I almost fell from my quivering knees. “Oh God I needed that,” I said looking back over my shoulder. “Now the question is what do you need,” I continued.

  Zachary got down on his knees and moved close to my ass. I was leaning forward on the table and using my arms to prop myself up. I’m sure he could feel the heat coming off the skin of my now red bottom. He spread my cheeks and began to eat out my ass again. He seemed to love the taste of my ass but he had other plans than just licking my butthole all day. Zachary stood up and covered his penis in lube. He placed the tip of his turgid cock against my well licked rosebud and began to push it in. I moaned as his dick slid into my butthole. I loved the feeling of my hole being stretched. It wasn’t long before Zachary was balls deep in my asshole. He pumped his cock in my ass until he coated my rectum with his semen. It didn’t take long. I wasn’t surprised but I didn’t care. I’d had my fill already anyway. I told Zachary that I had an early morning and quickly ushered him out the door. I crawled into bed and had the most delightful dreams.

  Circus Tent

  Roman had bought me front row tickets to the world famous circus prior to our separation, and with a wink and nod told me that I would really enjoy myself. Despite initial reservations against going, I decided that a break from my sensual enlightenment was exactly what I needed. Though this night ended up showing me that once you’ve expanded your mind, even the most family friendly activities can become powerful chances for amorous delights.

  Even though I was surrounded by families enjoying the spectacle, I was incredibly turned on by each of the three ring in Sigler and Harwood’s Best Show on the Globe’s Circus. The shame caused by being so sexually aroused while surrounded by stangers in this unusual surrounding only made me more turned on. Everywhere I looked there was some new sexual taboo I wanted to explore. The strong arms of the lion tamer made my lady bits moist with the thought of being tamed at the hands of a man who was so fearless in the face of such a large pussycat. A small car filled with dozens of clowns only managed to make me think of how many of these painted men, I could embrace in my own tiny vehicle. When I saw the amazing trapeze artists I imagined their strong embrace pleasing me while I floated in the air.

  These troubling thoughts plagued me throughout the entire show, but the more bothered I was the more turned on I became. I found my focus drifting between the huge arms of the Strong Man, the vibrating engines of the motorcycle riders in the sphere of death, the oversized pants of the clowns and the oversized packages contained within, and the contortionist who could surely show me some new and interesting positions. As the show continued I found myself more and more lost inside my own imagination, dreaming of the wonderful delights contained within the big tent.

  I was so turned on that I was a sex crazed trance by the time the usher came by to tell me that the show had ended and the rest of the crowd had already exited the big top. The usher introduced himself and asked if I knew Roman Dyle. When I replied that I did, the usher immediately led me back to the circus trains. Once I arrived in the trainyard I was greated by the most sensual creature I had ever met. Matilda the Bearded lady oozed sex. She had all of the lovely curves of a beautiful woman, and the facial hair and masculinity of lumberjack. As I was lead back to Matilda’s train car I knew that I would experience the best mustache ride of my entire life.

  Matilda ushered me to the bed just as the train began to leave the station. I couldn’t concern myself with the fact that I was leaving on a journey of undetermined length when I knew the pleasure that would follow on this
train filled with sexual delights.

  Matilda started by kissing me passionately and then proceeded to move further down south. The beard tickled it way down to my loins making me even more excited than I thought I could ever be. The combination of a man’s beard and the intimate knowledge of a woman brought me to climax faster than I ever thought could happen. Then I returned the favor realizing that while this woman had more than an average amount of hair above the waist, she had significantly less than average below the waist. After they both had pleased the other Matilda told me that I needed to try the pleasures that were contained in the other trains.

  The next car over contained Nick the Snake Man, who looked normal, except for the snake in his pants. It was the size of a python and he could control it’s every muscle, allowing it to slither inside of me. After feasting on the delights offer by Nick I moved to the next car and was greated by the Elephant Man. While he would only go by the Elephant Man, he had the good looks of Cary Grant, by was blessed by a third leg that he called his trunk and used it to repeatedly eat my peanuts. Barely able to stand let alone walk I entered the next car and was greated by a knife thrower who required me to trust him implicitly while he expertly thrust his daggers into my crevasse showing why he was an expert marksman. After that I stumbled into the last car and was greeted by a fire breather. Needless to say I’ve never met anyone who made my loins burn with passion as much as he did. He may have breathed fire, but he sure as hell was able to set my loins on fire with his expert mouth.

  When I could no longer even walk, the circus folks started to come to me. The dog boy rushed his way in, and immediately began to lap at my personal dog dish. Once he had his fill he collared me and asserted his alpha dog status. He flipped me over and while I couldn’t see his red rocket I was able to feel it launch off and fill me with it’s fuel. Once his fur was thoroughly matted and dirty he let in the jugglers. They withdrew their incredible clubs from their pants and passed them between me with impeccable timing. Never had I been dealt with by so many talented hands all at once. I felt like a chainsaw was tearing me apart with pleasure as they entered and exited me with incredible timing. This continued throughout the night as I was met by countless exotic acts that left me pleasantly exhausted.

  These were the acts that I could talk about. By the end of the trip I was educated in ways that would make even Sodom and Gomorrah uncomfortable to talk about. Needless to say when I was dropped off a three hour taxi ride later, I couldn’t hear anyone discuss a Ringmaster without having a small shudder of pleasure.

  The Good Samaritans

  Roman again. He loves me, he dumps me, he wants me back for a little action on the side? God, what a prick.

  I had spent the better part of that Tuesday prepping for an interview with a social/mobile/geolocation app company (after enough time, they all kind of blend together). Whatever it was, the company was full of self-important douchebags who just wanted the opportunity to say whatever new buzzword they had just heard. I was happy to indulge them, as I needed to get out of the house and at least feel like I was doing something. Roman’s unceremonious dumping of my services (both professional and, ahem, unprofessional) had left me in an unproductive funk.

  The day was going as well as could be expected until I got a text in the middle of the interview. Apologizing, I took my phone out to silence it, but managed to catch a glimpse of who had sent it.

  Roman, of course.

  Seeing his name was like a punch in the gut, and I flubbed and stammered my way through the rest of the day, trying to maintain some professionalism as my job prospects sank like the Hindenburg. He didn’t stop at the one text, of course. As I hurried my way to the Diamond Club, the texts continued to arrive.

  “Come on, you know you want back on this dick. U KNOW U WANT IT -R”

  What I wanted was something to take my mind off of this disaster of a day. The Diamond Club would be the perfect respite, even at 3 on a Tuesday afternoon. When I arrived, the Club was definitely less busy than it usually was. Instead of the sexually charged energy I was used to finding, it almost had a relaxed, coffeehouse vibe. Funny how this place changes to give me exactly what I need, when I need it.

  Just as I was settling in to my usual table with a dirty martini, the most magnificent creature appeared. She was an olive-skinned beauty, 5′9″ with the most outrageous curves, and mane of perfectly wavy brown hair.

  I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen someone truly beautiful, and each time I’ve had the same reaction. I’m not sure what it looks like, but it feels just like it does in the cartoons - steam exploding out of my ears and tongue hitting the floor like a red carpet. If I could have gotten away with screaming “OWOOOGA,” I just might have. She got on stage and played some songs, but what they were about or what they sounded like, I had no idea. I was in rapture.

  Bzzzt.

  Roman again, and the spell was broken. My mood turned instantly into pure anger, as I began to angrily punch out a reply. I was tired of being his fallback option, his girl on the side, his doormat…

  “I hope you’re not texting your friends to tell them how bad I was.”

  I could feel my face going pink, knowing from the sound of her angelic voice exactly who it was.

  “Oh, no!! The songs were great! You were amazing! I’m just, y’know… umm… having to deal with an asshole.”

  “Boy problems? Say no more. I just thought with the way you were staring at me with your mouth wide open all set you were appalled by how terrible I was.”

  “Oh. My. God. I’m sooo sorry. I didn’t know I was acting weird and crazy. Honest, I really enjoyed your songs!”

  “Really? Which one was your favorite?”

  She had me there.

  “Uhhh… the one about the unicorn and the… dolphin and the…”

  A look of skepticism was coming over her face. I was losing her. It was time to come clean.

  “OK, here’s the truth. I was really distracted by this totally gorgeous woman who got on stage. I didn’t pay too much attention to the songs.”

  When she smiled at this last statement, I think I might have melted. This was more than a sexual attraction, it was like something had touched the core my being. In the terminology of this morning’s interview, it was like my system software was being rewritten as I looked into her eyes.

  “My looks have been as much a blessing as a curse. If you want to talk about boy problems, I could tell you a few tales.”

  And so we did, for what seemed like hours. Sasha (as I learned her name was) had a backstory full of mysterious men from all over the globe. Tours with her band had taken her all over, and she had collected lovers from every corner of the Earth. As we got deeper into conversation, we got physically closer, snuggling up shoulder to shoulder as the Diamond Club started to fill up.

  Putting her hand gently on my knee, she asked, “Look I’m meeting some friends for dinner. Would you care to join me?”

  I accepted (of course) and we headed down Mission Street, towards downtown.

  When I decided to have dinner with a rockstar, this was most definitely not what I was expecting. Instead of a glamorous, exclusive restaurant, I was sitting in a downtown alley that reeked of cat urine. My dinner companions? The better part of San Francisco’s homeless population. Sasha, however, seemed to be in her element. Even in this dump, she still looked stunning.

  “Brianna, I want you to meet a friend of mine!” she said, as she went to go embrace a bearded man in one of the alley’s adjacent buildings.

  “This is Lewis. He’s the guy who put all this together!”

  “Lewis is a bit too formal. You can call me Lew,” he said as he shook my hand.

  Lew was a scruffy looking guy for sure, but he had kind eyes and some nice muscles under his dirty blue workshirt. Maybe if he cleaned up a little and shaved, he might have been able to get into the Diamond Club.

  “I’ve actually got the first bowls here, for you two. You’re ou
r honored guests for the night,” he said as he handed each of us a bowl of some brown stew.

  I ate a spoonful. Not bad. Maybe these homeless people have it easy.

  “It’s made with 100% urban foraged ingredients. We didn’t have to pay a single cent to feed all these people here tonight.”

  Urban foraged?

  “Wait, you mean you got all this dumpster diving?” I asked, spitting the contents of my mouth back into my bowl.

  “Absolutely. We run a completely freegan operation here, taking what the high-end groceries and restaurants around here toss away,” he said proudly.

  As if my night couldn’t have gotten any worse, the first drops of rain then started falling on our heads. It was gentle at first, then turned into a steady deluge. Sasha had a plan, though.

  “Hey, you guys! My hotel is just down the street from here! Do you want to go?!”

  Lew and I nodded enthusiastically, and the three of us ran down the street towards Union Square. Sasha’s hotel was a magnificent old hotel that dated back to the turn of the last century. After the alley, it looked like paradise.

  We decided to dry out in the elegant hotel bar, where I learned that Lew not only served homeless folks from his makeshift kitchen, but was homeless himself. A cheating wife had driven him to alcoholic madness, but he had managed to pull himself up with the help of San Francisco’s freegan community.

  Convinced he wasn’t trying to kill me with his rotten food, I started to kind of admire the guy. Though I must admit Sasha already being smitten with him certainly helped his cause.

  Rather shyly, Lew asked, “Hey Sash, you wouldn’t mind me using your shower would you? I’d love to use a fancy hotel shower for one night.”

  “You don’t even have to ask, Lewis. You wanna come upstairs with us, Brianna?” she asked, with just the slightest glimmer of mischief in her eye.