by Six, Nicola
"The couples are going somewhere. Shall we follow them? See where they go?" Greg seemed buoyant and boyishly lustful as they watched the couples walk toward the dark hallways at the front of the club.
"No," Nicola insisted, mortified. Maybe she was more adventurous in her own mind than in real life. She felt someone brush against her arm. The bar and dance floor were filling up quickly, she noticed, glancing beside her. A tall man wearing a black leather vest and no shirt under it was leaning on the bar waiting for service. His elbow touched her arm and he didn't move away. She glanced nervously at Greg, who was watching the many women on the dance floor bounce about, bare flesh flashing everywhere. She swallowed another sip of her drink and looked sidelong at the man standing next to her. He caught one of the bartender's attention and ordered a beer. As the female bartender handed the beer to him, he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, and raised his hand to touch her hair briefly, and she noticed his arms were muscled, more so than she usually liked, but she was mesmerized by watching them flex as they moved. His chest was broad, and his stomach was taught. His torso was thick. Her gaze traveled up to his face. Suddenly he turned slightly to look directly at her. She drew in a quick breath and looked away, her pulse racing. But she had seen enough. He was gorgeous. Blue-green eyes, thick, dark lashes, square jaw. His arm was touching hers again, only this time it pressed against hers slightly. It was a crowded bar, and someone had just squeezed in next to him, but she knew he was touching her on purpose.
He laughed and ran his hand through his thick, almost black hair. Oh shit, I'm looking at him again!
"It's okay to look," he said, knowing exactly what she was thinking.
Nicola felt her face flush. "I wasn't."
"Yes, you were. Are you worried about your husband getting ticked off that you're checking me out?" His voice was smooth and not as deep as she expected. She liked it.
"Guilty," she laughed, relaxing a little.
"I don't think you have to be concerned. He's busy talking to my wife." The man pointed over her shoulder and Nicola turned to see that Greg had moved a few feet from the bar to chat with a very petite blond woman who reminded her of Tinkerbell, but with larger breasts. She even wore a tiny little pixie dress that barely covered her breasts or her ass.
The man next to her tipped his head back and laughed out loud. He handed Nicola her martini glass. "Now we can chat all we want, right?"
Nicola turned to squarely face him. His full lips still twitched with mirth. "Today's my birthday, so why not?"
"What's your name?"
"Nicola."
"Happy birthday, Nicola." He clinked glasses with her. "I'm Jack." As he said his name, his gaze slid down the length of her body, pausing at her breasts, down over her waist, and down her thighs and then back up again to her face. She felt as if he had just run his hands down the length of her and back up again, and she felt heat swirling inside her belly, building and moving down between her thighs. She shifted and the straps of the garter belt and the mesh fabric of her fishnet stockings that hugged her thighs magnified the sexual heat she felt in the air between them. She longed to take Jack's hand and guide it under her skirt. What is happening to me? He's a stranger, how am I having these desires so quickly? she thought, desperately looking over to see what Greg was up to.
Greg looked up and caught her eye. He walked over to them with Jack's wife close behind. She smiled brightly at Nicola and waved. "Hi, I'm Perry. Sorry I've been monopolizing your husband...I hope Jack's been keeping you company!"
Nicola swallowed. She wanted to ask how can you even see my husband? You barely come up to his chest! But that would be rude. And Jack had been keeping her company, and she wanted that to continue. "Yes," she said, simply. "He has." Her eyes flicked to Greg questioningly and he raised his eyebrows. What was he asking with that look?
Perry rescued them all from awkwardness by being overtly blunt. "So, Nicola - Greg told me your name - mind if I steal him away again? He claims he's a really good dancer but I think he needs to prove it." She smirked up at Greg and laid a hand on his
arm as she spoke. Greg seemed bewitched by her attention. Nicola could feel Jack smiling behind her.
"He is a good dancer. Show her, honey," she said, a bit more sarcastically than she meant to sound, but no one appeared to notice. Greg beamed as Perry dragged him out on the dance floor and they disappeared into the crowd.
Nicola whirled around to face Jack again. "What just happened, there?" She asked, laughing. She was a mess of nervous energy and adrenaline and the thrill - the thrill! - of watching her husband be sucked into another woman's seductive plan, helpless against in and not having to resist because the club made it okay. Hell, the club made it the point. As she was trying to steady herself, and her whirring mind, Jack leaned in. His scent - aftershave, and something else, something luxurious and oriental, clashed with his worn jeans and leather vest. He smelled like he should be wearing a tuxedo and carrying a red rose in his teeth.
"Did you hear what I said?" he asked, cupping her neck with his hand. his thumb moved ever so slightly up and down her jaw, sending waves of desire flooding through her.
"What did you say?"
He flashed a smile and leaned into her ear again. "I asked what you thought of the club," he said. His breath was warm and moist on her ear. His lips brushed against it and she quickly drew back and perched on the edge of the bar stool behind her. He gazed at her long legs in the stockings and moved to straddle them. "These are nice," he remarked, running his hand over her knee. "Do they go all the way up?"
"No." She was barely able to breath, much less talk. She groped the bar for her glass but froze as he leaned closer to her and said "I want to check it out for myself."
"Here?"
He shrugged and moved away, picking up his beer. "Look around you, Nicola. I don't think anyone will be offended." They both turned to watch as a woman two seats down from them knelt to unbuckle a man's pants and take his hard cock in her mouth.
"Does that happen all the time?"
"Not usually right at the bar, but hey. To each their own."
Nicola squinted at him. "It sounds like you come here a lot."
He nodded. "I own the place," he said. "We come here sometimes to check on the operation. And to meet new people. But I prefer private parties. Your hands are shaking. Please relax. Come here." He pulled her off the stool and waved to the female bartender. "Alexa, over here!"
The topless bartender darted their way. "Jack! What can I get you?" She leaned over the bar and he gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"Alexa, this is Nicola. It's her birthday, and her first - but I hope not her last - visit to our establishment. What can we do to make her feel special?"
"Oh, welcome," Alexa gurgled, bouncing up and down excitedly. "Let's all do a shot of something yummy. I'll be right back with that." She hopped away.
Jack turned to Nicola, his hands spread, palms up. "Better? How can you be nervous with bare boobs flopping around in your face?"
Nicola burst into laughter. "I guess you're right." He's funny, too. Damn.
Alexa returned with three shot glasses and they all threw them back. Nicola felt a licorice flavor burn down her throat and decided she needed to slow down after that. With the alcohol, that is.
Jack took her hand and pulled her up against him for a moment. She looked up into his eyes, her hands automatically moving to touch his chest. She glanced around to see if Perry was returning.
"Don't worry about Perry," he said, again reading her thoughts. "Come with me, let's take a little tour." He pulled her by the hand toward the dance floor and they threaded their way through the crowd. They passed Greg and Perry dancing, and Nicola's mouth dropped open when she saw her husband grinding into her as she wriggled against him. They saw Nicola and Jack and waved, Greg immediately jumping back and turning away from Perry guiltily. He quickly leaned to kiss Nicola on the cheek.
"Hey, where are you two going?" Greg
asked, his face flushed. Perry just smiled, and gave Nicola a finger wave. Nicola was surprised that she wasn't fuming and just waved back. Then she reached to take Jack's hand again, watching Perry's reaction. She didn't react at all, just continued to move to the music, smiling. Damn, she's pretty, Nicola thought, a bit jealous until she felt Jack's hand squeeze her own.
"I was taking Nicola to the back halls for a tour," Jack said. "Why don't you two come along."
Perry nodded and slipped her arm around Greg's waist. "Do you think they're ready for the tour?" She asked in a teasing voice.
Jack turned to face Nicola. He looked into her eyes. She could barely breathe when she realized he was moving closer. He was going to kiss her, right in front of Greg. His lips met hers and she felt a jolt of heat run through her. When Greg made no move to stop them, Jack's arms slipped around her and one hand squeezed her ass while the other pulled her into his chest and his tongue was in her mouth and she felt herself grow wet with desire as her pussy ached and she didn't care that their partners were standing less than a foot from them.
Jack drew back and let her go suddenly. She nearly fell over, she was so thrown off balance but Greg caught her in his arms from behind. She sagged into him.
"Well, that was quite a show," he murmured into her ear. She glanced back at him nervously. His face showed no signs of annoyance, though. In fact, she could feel his hard cock against the back of her skirt, pushing against her ass as he continued to hold her.
After an awkward beat, Perry laughed, a high, tinkling giggle. "Let's go, we're not getting any younger," she said, turning to lead the way. Jack placed his hand on the small of her back and followed. Nicola and Greg stared after them, and then quickly hurried after them as they threatened to disappear into the crowd.
They stared around them as they headed for the dark chasm of halls. Some of the open rooms that lined the dance floor were now occupied, but in shadows. Still, Nicola could make out naked flesh and movement. She watched Jack and Perry disappear into the dark halls at the end of the row of rooms and Greg grabbed her hand as they followed.
Jack stopped and turned to face them. "If the doors are closed, they're occupied. Sometimes you'll find the windows are not covered, so feel free to look in." Greg moved ahead of her to check out the rooms and found one with an uncovered window. He beckoned her over, his mouth hanging open. "Oh my god," he breathed. "Check out this party."
Nicola scurried to the window and looked in. There were maybe six people inside, all naked. One woman was leaning against a man who was fondling her breasts and rubbing against her ass with his cock while another man was licking her pussy. Her head was thrown back and she was moaning. Another woman straddled another man and was riding him as he thrashed beneath her.
They continued to watch for a while, and Nicola's need to have a hard cock fill her grew almost unbearable. She looked over at Jack and Perry, who were patiently waiting and watching their reactions.
Eddie the security guard approached and shook Jack's hand. "Going in, sir?" he asked.
Jack locked eyes with Nicola. "Yes, I believe we are. Is the room ready?"
"Always, sir. Go right in."
"Cover the window."
Eddie turned to walk down the dark hallway to a room at the end that he unlocked and entered.
Greg finally tore his gaze away from the orgy as Perry appeared beside him and took him buy the hand to lead him down the hall. He went, raising his eyebrows at Nicola as he passed her. Nicola turned to Jack.
"What are we doing?" she murmured. Her alcohol buzz combined with the wild desire simmering in her made her not care that he didn't answer her. Instead he took her arm and steered her to the end of the hall and into the room on Perry and Greg's heels.
The room was dimly lit and simply adorned. A large section of the floor was covered in a king-sized mattress. On the other side of the room was a table with various sex toys, silk ropes and a stack of towels, and there was an X-shaped wooden piece attached to the wall with metal restraints on each end.
Perry began undressing immediately. She watched Greg as she slowly lifted her dress over her head and tossed it aside. She slipped out of her shoes and panties. She hadn't been wearing a bra and she ran her hands over her full breasts sensually before turning to run her hands under Jack's leather vest and slip it off, over his muscular shoulders. Nicola and Greg stood frozen, watching as Perry then unzipped Jack's jeans and pushed them down. He helped her by kicking them off entirely. His boxer briefs hugged his thick, strong-looking thighs and the bulge in the front was growing. Greg was watching Perry as her hand trailed over Jack's bulge, and then slide down his flat stomach under the waistband. She fondled him for a few moments, causing his eyes to narrow to slits and he let out a low groan of pleasure. Then she removed her hand and pushed him onto the bed into a seated position. She turned around to face Greg and Nicola and slid backward on the bed, her shapely legs spread wide, baring her shaved pussy for Greg's viewing pleasure. Jack lay back on the bed, his feet still on the floor, as Perry moved her ass onto his chest and worked his underwear over his hard cock and pushed them down his legs, her ass rising into his face, until he was able to kick these off as well.
Nicola stared at his cock, her breath quickening. It was huge. How did Perry take that on, small as she was? Perry lowered her self until she was seated on stomach, his hard shaft rubbing up against her splayed pussy, that was glistening wet. She grasped his cock, one hand over an other, lubricating it with her own juices. Jack moaned as she moved her hands in opposite directions, up and down, and then she formed a ring around the base of his cock with one hand and tilted her head at Nicola.
"Want a taste?"
Nicola began to stammer, but Greg intervened. "Maybe next time," he said, his voice hoarse as he gazed at Perry as she shrugged and slid off the bed to position herself between Jack's thighs. She took him in her mouth and Greg grabbed Nicola, his breath now coming in shallow pants, and tugged her skirt off. She had never seen him so turned on, so desperate for her, and her body was responding in a way that she had never felt before. He ripped off her tank top and thrust both of his hands inside the bra, unable to focus enough to unhook it, unable to wait. Her clit was throbbing when he turned her around and pulled down her panties, then unhooked the bra, allowing her breasts to swing free as he kicked the panties aside and worked on taking off his own clothes.
Nicola had a moment with her hands on the bed next to Jack and her feet planted on the floor, waiting for her husband to fuck her from behind, when Jack looked up at her. He half smiled at her through his mindless pleasure from his wife's tongue and lips and hands and he reached for her hair that was tumbling over her face and brushed it aside so he could look her into her eyes.
Greg moved behind her a moment later and pushed his cock into her and she stared at Jack as the aching pleasure from just that one thrust filling her heated her through, sending tingles to her fingertips, and then he began to thrust faster, grinding into her urgently, and she could hear him moaning in short bursts with each thrust. "Unh, unh, unh!" Perry shifted again and nudged Jack to slide over closer to Nicola so that she was almost on top of him as Greg pounded her from behind. This only heightened her excitement and she felt her orgasm starting to build.
Perry climbed on top of Jack and slid herself down onto his huge shaft, gasping and moaning as she did, and she arched her back until she could reach Greg's hand and pull it around her and onto her breasts. He moaned and kneaded them, gaining speed and knocking Nicola onto Jack's hard chest. Jack lifted his head immediately, hot breaths on her face and her lips found his just as the searing pleasure overtook her and exploded inside her in a hot, wet rush. She shuddered against his skin as Greg and Perry finished within seconds of each other, Perry emitting a high-pitched wail and Greg groaned loudly, falling into her. Perry continued to bounce up and down until Jack writhed beneath her and groaned as he came inside of her, thrusting his hips up against her.
They were
all in a pile of arms and legs and cock and pussy and hot and wet and Greg was the first to extract himself. He slid out of Nicola with a sigh and reached for a towel from the pile on the table. Perry hopped off the bed next, and Greg tossed a clean towel to her. "Is this how you welcome all new guests to your club?" he asked, grinning. Nicola rolled over and reached for her panties by the side of the bed. She pulled them on quickly, shy all of a sudden. Jack watched her, his full lips curving into a sleepy smile.
Perry giggled at Greg's question and reached for her dress. She slipped it over her head and walked over to him. "No, silly. We prefer the comfort of our home for these kinds of things."
Nicola lay back on the bed, her heart still pounding. She turned to look at Jack, feeling his eyes still on her.
"Next time it'll be you and me," Jack whispered.
"Jack," Perry called. Nicola quickly sat up and reached for her bra. "These two have to come to our next party."
"Yes, we'd love to," Greg answered readily.
Jack stood and reached for his jeans. Nicola got a good view of his shapely ass as he bent to pull them on. God, even his back was muscled and broad. She tore her eyes away and stood to find her clothes.
"When you're ready to leave let me know and we'll exchange information," he said, his voice relaxed and easy. Nicola focused on taking deep breaths. She wasn't sure she could talk at all, right now, and everyone else was chatting as if they had just been out to lunch together.
"Great," Perry trilled, slipping on her shoes. "Well, I don't know about y'all but I am thirsty. I'm headed for the bar. Jack?"
Jack smiled and slipped into his vest and shoes. "Yes, I'm right behind you." He winked back at Nicola and Greg. "Take your time in here, and we'll see you at the bar. And at the party."
Greg turned to his wife as the door clicked shut. "Woah, what a night! Can you believe it?"
"No," Nicola breathed. Her heart rate was slowly returning to normal. Her hands were no longer trembling. Her cheeks, she could feel, were likely flushed. Who could blame her for that? "Honey," she began, "I'm feeling a little tipsy, and strange, and...I'm not sure what. But could we just leave?"