by M. Christine
“I don’t see too many people smiling in this area,” Will said.
“Come this way,” Kendra responded with a tilt of her pretty head.
In one corner was a leather swing. Will once saw one like it on a porn site Yuri showed him. In the swing, which was hooked to the ceiling with industrial strength, was a fine Latina with her legs spread comfortably in the provided stirrups. She smiled and laughed as the swing rocked back and forth. Her pink labia was impaled on a rigid dick. The dude who the dick belonged to manipulated her swing to slush and stroke it over and over. The woman just giggled and sighed and grinned, speaking a few encouraging words like so thick, and oh, stud. When she spoke her voice was low and sexy, which made the guy push and pull her hips more intensely, and that made her squeal in delight.
“Hi, Evelyn,” cooed Kendra.
The swinger waved to Kendra and blew her a kiss, never breaking out of her state of pleasure. The penis penetrating her apparently ejaculated and the man pulled out, his condom shiny. Evelyn’s bare foot teased his relieved manhood a bit, but she quickly looked at the queue of men and women behind him.
“Who’s next?” she sang sweetly, as if she was particular. She did give Will a long glance, even licking her lips in an invitation.
That gave Will a growing boner. His hand cupped Kendra’s ass, his fingers venturing into her crack. He instinctively steered them to a corridor with several doorways, which Kendra confirmed to be the private playrooms.
“This one is available…and it’s got a swing!” Kendra said.
When they were inside with the door closed, Will grabbed Kendra and kissed her in a way that was conventional compared to the antics just outside the room. Nonetheless, Kendra melted at his firm embrace. Will was raging hard, and he made sure she felt it as his arms took over her body. He came up for breath to find the swing. Without hesitation, he dipped down to pick Kendra up in a fireman carry, slung over his flexing shoulder. Kendra whooped and squealed, so helpless to his desire but so happy to be manhandled.
Will plopped her into the swing, which was angled to keep its occupant accessible. He went to work with the sling’s adjustable components, buckling Kendra’s hands up and over her head. He was considerate of her comfort, not fixing the strap too tight. The swing was awesome, supporting Kendra’s head and weight.
Next came her feet. Will knowingly grabbed one, flipping off the high-heeled shoe to the concrete floor. He arranged her foot inside a stirrup, just as he witnessed with Evelyn. He found that the stirrup was easily hoisted, which brought Kendra’s knee closer to her bound wrist. Setting it at an appealing height, he shifted the stirrup cuff around her ankle so her foot would relax and dangle. Will copied his restraint method with her other limb.
Once in place, Kendra’s dress was hiked up revealing a naked, shaved crotch, which was wet with arousal. Luckily the zipper was in the front, so Will did away with its obstruction. He pulled it down, letting the garment fall unimportantly to her sides, the narrow shoulder straps loose on her upper arms.
Will clutched her tits, just over a handful in size, and admired the overflow that billowed through his fingers. Kendra’s nipples were hard and rosy, and his hands moved them close together, squeezing them, tugging them in an outward stretch. Kendra just moaned, delighted to be suspended and out of control, swaying from each slight move made by Will.
His erection made Will’s mind focused and inventive. He noticed a long table against the wall covered in pleasure supplies, including condoms and other safe-sex protections. There were some paddles and switches too, but Will picked up a flogger with a bunch of fluffy tails. He tried it out on his hand, feeling that it made no mark but did produce a satisfying thud.
Will stepped back to the prone Kendra, who was panting merely from being harnessed up. Will trailed the puffy-ended instrument delicately over her elated face, past her heaving breasts. He used it as a duster around her simmering twat before beating it against her raised haunches. Kendra’s moans turned into curious ohs, growing louder with each thwat of the toy.
Will saw her pussy was more engorged and paused with the flogger. He walked around her, studying Kendra, thinking that he belted her into this, he could do what he pleased, and she was almost coming.
He pushed her on a whim, causing the apparatus to swing like it was in a park. Kendra laughed dreamily at the movement—her damp vagina must have caught a breeze. Will resumed the puffy flogging, meeting her lovely ass with it on each rock forward, keeping up the sway. All strewn up, exposed and vulnerable, Kendra slipped into a dopey state: her eyes were heavy-lidded, mouth open and drooling slightly. She involuntarily made a low throaty growl, countered nicely with the steady rhythm of Will’s whacks and the swinging motion.
Will wanted to shove his cock into her pussy, like he saw with sweet and slutty Evelyn. He applied one more emphatically loud smack on her red ass and carefully stilled the swing. Leaving Kendra’s side, he checked out the condom supply. He yanked down his pants and tried on a gray one, but it was too small. He tossed it in a pedal trash pail, then fished out another packet from the candy dish, this one labeled XL. Will took his time tearing it open, letting Kendra hang and mew. The rubber slipped on nicely. In three steps he was between Kendra’s parted legs and crammed his whole length into her dripping pussy. The move was like a shot of adrenaline to Kendra’s heart as her body startled and she gulped for air. It wasn’t really a sneak-attack dirty trick, but she was in a submissive trance and Will’s hard-pumping dick suddenly sent her to a raw edge. He held tight to the swing as he stroked himself in her twat, watching his dick fuck her hole, the shaft appearing and disappearing like magic. Magic ignited Kendra’s pussy, and she desperately constricted her vaginal wall muscles to feel every lunge.
Will felt Kendra’s pussy twinge, first with little flexes, then with increased convulsions. He marveled at how her special clit peaked upward.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Kendra complied, making urgent, tinny sounds in reaction to her crotch-blowing climax. Although everything about Kendra’s body and babbling was in absolute submission to Will, the glint in her eyes when they met with Will’s was filled with joy and delirious laughter. Her body shakes calmed down but Will pumped on, instructing her to face him. His hips seemed to piston endlessly, his pubes and nutsac shellacked by Kendra’s excretory delight. He began to bring his load into landing, pounding her hard, making her genitals slosh more audibly. A couple of caveman growls accompanied his final humps, the last one he held to the hilt in her, his hands grabbing her fleshy butt cheeks.
He stayed in that union, feeling the heat. So he wouldn’t lose the condom inside her, he reluctantly pulled out and removed and disposed of the rubber. Will left her alone and in awe while he cleaned up with wipes. He brought the wipes to Kendra and unfastened her from the swing. Kendra cleaned herself up as Will used his foot to push a disinfectant towel on the concrete where sex fluids dripped. He gallantly helped Kendra off the swing, lifting her over the damp floor so she could retrieve her shoes while he cleaned up the swing surface.
He turned to find Kendra elegantly put together, in wonderful contrast to her recent spread-wide position, smiling like she had won big at a Blackjack tournament. Will offered her his arm, and they went out to once again mix with the Memorabilia crowd.
Chapter 6
Evening Denouement
The fuck buddies strolled about. They were just in time to witness Helene set up Ivy with the clit pump. In a post-ejaculation state of serenity, Will took mental notes on this demonstration of the genital vacuum and all the titillation it provided Ivy—her objectified anatomy became impressively distended.
Unknowingly, Will was creating a buzz. Women—and some men—were ogling him from all angles, only resisting approach because Kendra was his cuff link candy for the night.
Later, Helene expressed her good impression of Will to him: “Lots of club patrons are asking about you,” she told him. “They’re hoping for a chan
ce to hook up with you.”
Will modestly cast his eyes around, only then noticing some lusty stares in his direction. He also noticed a mature, debonair lady making her way toward them.
“Will, this is Frances Tallchief,” Helene said. They shook hands as Helene continued, “Frances is the true financial proprietress of the Memorabilia organization—a not-quite-silent partner.”
Will was awestruck by Frances’s commanding yet congenial presence. When she told him that she and Helene wanted to talk business with him, he immediately complied by exchanging numbers.
Kendra and Will agreed to call an end to their Memorabilia outing. However, in the cab ride to her apartment, she could not stop her hands from fondling him. Will did not mind since she was very practiced in discretion, easily groping him as they cuddled in the back seat. Once at her place, Kendra did not even wait to shut the door, leaving it ajar as she wrestled his turgid, eighteen-year-old cock out of his pants, right in the apartment’s entryway. She sucked like he was a dessert, not even bothering to completely pull his clothes out of the way. Will somehow untangled her from his zipper and pulled his shirt up over his six-pack so that he could watch her get down. He heard something stirring outside, so he casually pushed the door closed while Kendra never missed a bob. She stroked her own clit, timing her endorphin crest to happen as she elicited the seed from Will’s tightening balls into the condom she rolled on prior, even though it seemed like Kendra really wanted to swallow the load. She considerately removed the used sheath and held it to her side as they made out a bit by the door, her vagina leaking down the inside of her legs.
“Thank you,” she said with a very satisfied sigh.
Will pecked her on the button nose and left. By that time the sun was rising as he drove to a quiet home: Paul was absent and his mom was sound asleep. He crashed for a few, then got up at eleven feeling pretty energized.
Chapter 7
Exiting the Dumps
Will received a letter with bad news: “Financial aid application incomplete.” The Art and Design Polytechnic could not hold a spot for him until the application was processed in full. Will was guaranteed a half-scholarship on merit when he was accepted, but the remainder was supposed to be covered by financial aid. When he first applied, Will struggled to get valid documents from Ginger and hoped what he was able to send in was sufficient.
With the Polytechnic’s incomplete notice in hand, he once more approached Ginger to ask her to pull the right papers together.
“This is important for me: it’s a chance to go to school. And when I graduate, I can work at a studio, or something solid, and take care of you,” Will said.
“And Paul, don’t forget Paul,” Ginger said, which made Will feel shaky about his art college prospects. “Honey, I gave you the stuff. I don’t have any more papers.”
Will knew she was done helping him; her sights were forever shortened. He knew she loved him, but she was a mess and let him down. Will was wise enough to stand outside his family unit and see the dilemmas they faced, but he was still furious.
Around six p.m. that day, Will was stewing in his room, Rollins Band’s “Liar” turned up loud. Will felt the reverberation of the front door slam. A few beats later, Paul passed the threshold of Will’s space without knocking, playing up the cool older brother guise.
“Making trouble I hope,” he chuckled, assuming a sparring stance. When Will did not react to his presence, Paul started shadowboxing, throwing in some fake karate poses like he was David Carradine in Kung Fu. “Thanks for letting me use your dojo.”
“I don’t have any money,” Will said, cutting to the chase.
Paul attempted a roundhouse kick aimed a few inches from Will’s face, then immediately dropped his pretense of amiability and walked out of the room. Will turned off his music, wanting to be on guard since Paul was jonesing.
His phone went off, the call from an unfamiliar number. It was Helene of Memorabilia.
“Could you help out at the club tonight? No pressure to do anything you don’t want to. You’ll be paid for your presence. If you could come in the early evening, that would be great.”
Will agreed.
From his bedroom, Will could hear Ginger and Paul having another unhealthy interaction. Ginger sat at the kitchen table, holding her head in her hands. Paul stood behind her, stroking her hair.
“But once I give it to you, you’re going to disappear again,” Ginger said mournfully.
“Mom, you know I love you, I’m here for you,” Paul said. “I just need a little more cash.”
Will’s blood boiled. He used to confront his lying-ass brother during these manipulative scenarios, but now he knew it was futile, that it would only bring him sadness. So he grabbed his car keys, walked past his family members repeating their mistakes at the kitchen table, and took off out the door.
Will parked in an available spot in the Memorabilia lot next to a black shit-kicker truck. The tailgate had a little rust.
The club façade looked unassuming in the twilight. Will figured they turned the telltale red light on later in the night. He pushed the door open, finding all the lights blaring—no ambient illumination. From the entrance hall, he could see a crew of people working, cleaning the floor, wiping down the BDSM furniture. The doorman/bouncer helped one lady move a medical examination table into a smaller room. He walked back to the great main room and noticed Will standing there.
“Hey, man! Will, right? Good to see you again,” the bouncer said warmly, approaching Will with an outreached hand. “I’m Vincent.”
“Helene asked me to come over,” Will said.
“Yeah, we’re expecting you,” Vincent said. “They’re right in here.”
Vincent showed Will to an office set discreetly off the right of the foyer, and his big fist rapped at its door.
“Come on in,” a husky voice called.
“Will is here,” Vincent reported as he opened the door.
The office was a stylish space that held a round conference table, a computer setup, a kitchenette, a small restroom, and an inviting sofa area equipped with a coffee table elegantly laid with art books. There were hints of the club’s focus decorating the walls: sleek erotic photos framed in gothic wrought iron.
Helene sat at the table with Frances, the sleek, sophisticated woman Will met late during his prior visit at Memorabilia. Helene was in a robe and barefoot, but he could see a latex shirt and dress hanging on a wardrobe rack. Frances on the other hand was dressed in an exquisite pantsuit, ecru blouse, and matching breathtaking stilettos. Hanging from her olive, swan-like neck was a simple necklace and a key. Her silver-streaked hair was swept up in a perfect French twist.
Both women rose to greet him, shook his hand, and gestured for Will join them at the table.
Ivy, who was working at the computer, got up to hold Will’s hand. “Can I get you anything? Coffee?” Ivy offered.
“Water, please.”
Ivy produced a bottle of water for him.
“Ivy, why don’t you sit with us, too? I’d like your input,” Frances said.
“So, what will I be doing tonight, exactly?” Will asked.
“Let me first say that your visit caused quite a splash,” Helene informed him. “Many members were asking about you.”
“You’ve got powerful energies tucked inside,” Ivy added. “Some strong properties of attraction, like gold.”
“Didn’t you notice folks staring at you, trying to catch your eye?” Helene asked.
“Not until you mentioned it,” Will said. “I was with Kendra, getting a tour, getting down.” He smiled pleasantly remembering the getting down with his sex partner.
“He’s a natural,” Ivy beamed to her female peers. “Totally comfortable, without self-consciousness. Will, you could be a star.”
“Whoa, whoa!” he protested. “I’m not interested in porn. If I have sex, or whatever Kendra and I did here, it’s got to be intimate, private. Not in front of people.”
/> “We are not talking about adult video, Will,” Helene explained. “We’re talking of sheer legendary stud status, desirability. Do you know how some people have that certain enigmatic something that makes them the object of nearly everyone’s desire?”
Will shrugged.
“We are not pimps,” Helene went on, “but we are running a business. The more happy members, the more successful the business. When you were here, the bar revenue quadrupled.”
“Since then we’ve been getting calls, asking for an introduction to you,” Ivy said. “We think all of us together could increase business, if you became a Memorabilia regular.”
A paper was pushed across the table for Will to read. It had a substantial amount of money listed on it—one thousand dollars. Reading the figure made Will stay quiet and grow more serious.
“That would be your nightly pay,” Helene explained.
Frances, who had until then remained silent, spoke up: “What is your present situation, Will? What are your plans?”
His mind flashed back home to the scene he just left at his kitchen table. With complete frankness, and some cathartic sense of release, he described the grim details of his home life, capping it off with the financial uncertainty about school.
Frances and her colleagues listened raptly, respectfully. When he was finished, she concluded their meeting.
“For now, why don’t you work tonight—hang around, have a good time. I promise you that amount at night’s end. Afterward you can think about our offer, and we can talk more.”
“Sounds great,” he said, just glad to not be at home.
As Frances stood up, so did Will, and they shook hands. She handed him her stately business card.
“I have to meet my husband for dinner. Helene will fill you in some more.”
Frances grabbed a briefcase and strutted out as if on a catwalk.
Chapter 8