Watching: Erotic Novella

by J. L. Ostle

  I head to the receptionist who is dressed in black pants and a black blouse, her blonde hair tidied up smartly. She looks very well presented. “Hello Miss, welcome to Club Deluxe. May I take your name?” I do as I watch her go through some papers. I guess who ever hosted this doesn’t want our information on the computer. “Yes, here we are.” She skims over it.

  “You will need to wear this wristband.” She hands me a light blue silk band that I put around my wrist. “Here is a sheet of what the colour bands mean. You can enter any room where the door is open in hallway one, if you need your own room for any reason here is your own key to 304 for personal use, the elevators are down hallway two. Do you have any questions?” I have a million. Why have I got my own room?

  “What do I do now?” She smiles warmly at me.

  “First time?” I nod shyly. “You just walk around and mingle, look at the bands to see if they meet your umm, needs. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You can just observe tonight. If any member upsets you in any way you let me know and we will get it sorted. Just have fun.” She reassures me.

  “So you know about all this?” I wave around the room.

  “I do yes, I am personally hired to be a receptionist for these kinds of parties. Hence why it’s more paperwork.” She rolls her eyes. “But it’s more confidential doing it this way than on a computer. If you need anything just come to me.”

  “Nice to meet you and thank you.”

  “Anytime, enjoy.” She winks at me and I turn looking at my wrist band then to the sheet of paper and blimey, there is a lot of colours and meaning.

  Mine shows that I am a good girl, voyeur. I look further down on the sheet and yup I am not going near anyone with brown bands, they are the ones who either like being peed on or doing the peeing and having their bowels opened. I walk through the grand room and my eyes scan around and it looks like a normal party.

  I guess I was expecting people to be at least making out, or having sex in the corners. When I see the bar, I head straight there and order myself a vodka, lime, and lemonade. Taking the first sip, I close my eyes in the simple pleasure of it. I almost groan.

  “Is the drink that good?” I hear a masculine voice behind me, I turn to see a very attractive man in an expensive black suit, minus a tie, the top buttons undone. Looking into his clear green eyes, I feel like I can’t speak. “You do speak English?” He smiles and I feel like kicking myself for looking like an idiot.

  “Yes, sorry. You caught me off guard. I find the first sip of an alcoholic beverage is something to always savour.”

  “I will have to remember that.” We smile to one another.

  “We probably should get over the crucial part. My band is black, and yours?” I raise my wrist.

  “Light blue.”

  “Ah, watching is your speciality. I would have thought you were more of a submissive.” I look back to my sheet and see he is a dominant but experiences everything.

  “What made you think that?” I ask curiously.

  “You have that softness about you, that quiet, shyness. But if you like watching others then I guess I was wrong.”

  “I can be quiet in new situations but trust me once I know my surroundings I’m a very confident girl.” I take another sip of my drink and I watch as he does the same to his.

  “So this is your first time at a party like this?”

  “Yes, it is.”

  “That explains why I have never seen you before. Would you like to go to one of the rooms? I am sure I know one that you would enjoy.” I remember the receptionist saying about rooms.

  “Thank you, that will be sweet of you.” He gives me his arm and we walk across the room and I see people whispering and looking at us both. I wonder if they are looking because I’m new or because they know him.

  We walk down a hallway until I notice a few doors open and faint sounds coming through each one. I am guided to one and entering a room there is a short hallway until we arrive at a door that is closed and the gentleman leans forward opening the door but as he leans forward his face comes close to mine and he turns looking at me, his eyes penetrating in mine, pausing before he pulls back.

  I feel like the short time he was looking at me I couldn’t breathe.

  I walk into the darkened room following where the only light is and I see a few people standing sipping their drinks watching something. I head to them when I hear a groan and see a threesome taking place on a king-size bed. Two women and a man, fully naked pleasuring one another.

  I have seen couples have sex but never once have I thought about watching a threesome. I watch as the guy with light blonde hair opens the legs of one of the girls with short black hair, his mouth devouring her pussy as the other girl sits on the girl’s face, grinding herself against her mouth.

  I take a sip of my drink, my legs shaking a little. This is why I enjoy sitting while I watch, as my body craves for its own pleasure I find it difficult to stand. The girl that is grinding her body soon screams out her release and moves herself so she is now kissing the girl laying down.

  The guy keeps sucking, gripping onto the girl laying down until she screams out her own release. I watch as he grabs a condom from the bedside drawer, placing the condom on before he enters the girl who came first. He fucks her from behind as the girl who was laying down moves and starts rubbing the other girl's clit.

  I like that they make sure they all get his attention, that he pleasures them both. My breathing is picking up, I lay my hand on my chest as I continue watching.

  “You look so beautiful when you’re turned on.” The guy says next to me, I turn facing him and his eyes have gotten darker. “I bet you’re dripping wet just watching them.” I don’t say a word. I feel him pull me back away from the others so we are closer to the wall.

  “Have you ever watched people have sex as someone finger fucked you?” I shake my head. “That is a shame.” I feel his hands glide down the material of my dress, lifting it up. “Want to try it Light Blue?” It has been such a long time since I have felt any attraction towards a man, but this man is making me feel all kinds of fuzzy.

  “Yes.” I breathe.

  “Good girl.” I feel his fingers glide up my thighs until he reaches my pussy. “No panties, I think I like you even more.” He strokes his finger slowly along my wetness. I have to suck in a moan so the others don’t look our way. “I want you to keep watching them.” He breathes in my ear.

  I watch as the guy roars out his release and the two girls start kissing and touching each other’s breasts. Their bodies grinding against one another.

  “You are soaked. Do you like watching two girls? Or is it just the girl in general?” He picks up speed and I push my body closer to him, I feel his erection press against my ass. My legs are shaking violently as I know I am close. I can’t remember the last time I came by someone else’s touch.

  “I’m close,” I say above a whisper.

  “I can feel it.” He pinches my clit and my body spasms as my orgasm hits then I feel his arm wrap around my middle, his finger still moving against my clit until my orgasm subsides. “You have made my night Light Blue. I hope I get to see you again.” I face him and he has his fingers in his mouth sucking them. Tasting me.

  I don’t say a word as I watch him leave and I stand still, shocked at what just happened. I let a stranger intimately touch me. What am I saying. I get strangers to let me watch them have sex after just meeting me. I guess I’m more shocked because it’s me.

  I leave the room looking down the hallway seeing the doors and now my interest is piqued. I see a few people entering rooms also so I take a walk down and decide to hit the next room and I walk in to see a girl on a cross naked. I guess people are going to be naked in these rooms.

  I wonder how these people get picked to do this for people to see. Do they offer? Is there a signup sheet? I walk further in intrigued. I have read books about BDSM but seeing it happen in front of you, is a totally different experien
ce. The dominant looks very muscular, he is only in a pair of faded blue jeans and nothing else, his buttons undone. His toned chest glistening with sweat.

  I watch him circle her, stroking the leather whip along her legs, up her thighs, he strokes it along her pussy teasing her, her body tries to grind against it but he pulls it back before hitting her across her thigh. The sound echoing the room, I couldn’t help but flinch but she groans out in pleasure, not in pain.

  He whispers something in her ear before kissing her hard and then pulling back. He presses his body against hers, rubbing himself on her. I guess he is showing her how much he is turned on. She gives him a smile, her head bowed. He walks around her and hits her left side then her right, one whack after the other.

  All she does is groan and moan by it. I can see the shine between her thighs, her wetness dripping down. She is really turned on. I watch as he pulls down his jeans, releasing his cock, pressing the tip against her entrance.

  If I was her I would have begged by now. I know a submissive can’t say a word or they will lose out on their pleasure, but this waiting, the patience, the build-up. Just watching it is making me want to scream out ‘just fuck her already.’

  When he does finally thrust inside her, it’s like I can feel her gratitude. Her arms and legs are still spread out, tied up to the cross as he thrusts hard and fast until she screams out her release. He steps back, his cock leaving her, but he never came. His cock is still hard and now glistened by her.

  Why didn’t he come?

  He walks to the desk and picks up a cane swishing side to side, I can hear the noise from here. He faces the girl once again, her head still bowed, her chest rising. He raises his arm and hits one of her breasts, I can see the red mark left behind. He walks slowly to her and sucks on her left nipple, causing her head to fall back.

  He steps back and hits the other breast and after he sucks on that nipple too. Giving pain and pleasure. I look to the others watching and they look like they are watching a TV show. Am I the only one showing emotion in these rooms?

  I leave this room and head to the next and I see a man tied to a bed this time, this room has a weird smell to it. I walk further in and see the girl standing above him, her legs straddling him, his eyes are closed and soon she starts peeing on him, seeing his smile. I quickly walk out not wanting to watch that.

  I think I am scarred for life.

  I won’t be getting that image out of my head anytime soon.

  I head back to the main room, back to the bar ordering myself another drink. I drink it quickly then order another. I look around the room and you wouldn’t think by looking at these people that a few will be doing God knows what just a few feet away.

  I spot the guy who I was talking to before, well the guy I let touch me, talking to a very beautiful brunette, he is whispering something in her ear. Seeing them at this angle, there is something familiar about it. His eyes connect with mine and he stops talking, his eyes trained on me.

  The girl turns probably wanting to know what he is looking at and her eyes bore into me and I almost gasp. She is so breath taking. Her slender figure, pale white skin. She has this softness about her. This aura.

  She gives me a seductive smile, tapping the guy's cheek with her palm and starts to head my way. Her eyes don’t move away from mine and when she stands in front of me, her eyes trail my body while I do the same to hers.

  Before I have a chance to speak her lips are on mine. She doesn’t make a movement for a moment and when she does, I follow her lead. The kiss is almost teasing. It’s slow, gentle. I have a feeling she is holding back. When her tongue touches mine, I rest my hands on her hips, I feel one of her hands go around my neck, pulling me in closer.

  When she stops and steps back, I look to her and she is smiling warmly at me. “You must be Angel. I can recognise your face from anywhere.” I want to know how she knows me. I think I would remember if I met a girl who looks like she could be in a modeling magazine.

  “Do I know you?” She laughs.

  “It was you I was talking to on Tinder.” I think of the picture of the couple their faces were turned away so I couldn’t actually see what they looked like.

  “Why would someone like you use Tinder?.” I asked confused. She is gorgeous.

  “People can be so vain, say they are into whatever, but they always end up as a disappointment to me. You just wanted to watch. You came out and said you didn’t want to take part sexually. That’s how I knew you were one of us. Different.”

  “One of us?” I ask confused.

  “People who like to broaden their horizons in the bedroom. Who don’t get turned on the normal way. You have that itch that needs scratching and it’s not by vanilla sex.”

  “This is your party?” I look around me once again. Processing what she just said.

  “It is, mine and I guess you met my partner in crime Killian.” Just by saying his name, he shows up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle, his eyes on mine.

  “You don’t look like a submissive.” I blurt out and they both laugh.

  “Like you were telling him before, looks can be deceiving. I am like him. I like to experience everything, depending on the situation and company included.” She looks at me and licks her lips. “Killian was kind enough to let me have a taste from what he experienced with you.” She grabs his hand and sucks his fingers that weren't long ago inside me.

  “I don’t normally like men who are in relationships to touch me intimately,” I say. They both look to me at once.

  “But you like being with a girl sexually?” Killian asks. “Why?”

  “I guess I don’t like being with a guy that belongs to another girl, he should stay hers.”

  “But shouldn’t the girl stay his? You have chosen to be with a girl, but feel it’s different with a guy? I guess it’s from past experience?” He looks at me like he is seeing my past. “But you don’t join in anymore?”

  “I don’t,” I say matter of factly.

  “Why is that?” She asks me, stepping closer.

  “Sex changes things. Emotions get involved. Someone gets hurt and it's mostly the person who got invited in.” She starts circling me. “What is your name?” I ask her, she stops in front of me, her hand gliding from my cheek to the top of my chest.

  “You can call me Violet.”

  “You invited me, letting me join in on your party but why?”

  “We wanted to show you that there is a place where people have similar tastes to you, for you to try something new if interested, but…” She stops.

  “But?”

  “We have been looking for the right kind of girl to join in our fun, a girl with so much desire, who gets pulled into pleasure.” Her words sending tingles through my whole body.

  “You think that is me? I am not that experienced. I just watch.”

  “But you don’t just have to. You can join me.” She plants a little kiss on my lips. “Join him.” She turns to him and he steps in front of me and plants a little kiss on my lips also. “Or have us both. This party is for the whole weekend. We can help you explore your desires as you help us fill ours.” I am finding it hard to process what they are asking. They want me. They want a threesome type thing?

  “I may not give you what you need.” Is all I can say. I know how stupid it sounds once the words leave my lips.

  “I am sure you will. Angel join us, be with us. We can help each other. Let me touch you, taste you. I want you to taste me too.” She says in a husky voice. She grabs my hand pulling it under her dress to her lace underwear where I can feel how soaked she is. “Just talking about being with you is making me want you more. Don’t you want me?” She helps pull her underwear aside, so I can enter one finger then two before she forces me to pull out. She takes my fingers to my mouth. “Suck.” She orders and I do. She tastes sweet.

  “Angel, Light Blue, what have you got to lose?” That’s what I’m scared to answer.

  “Before you decide.”
She interrupts my thoughts. “Come to my room. Let us try and if after you don’t want to, you can enjoy the rest of the party or go if you want to. We just want you to try.” I am waiting for the part of me to say run, to say this is a bad idea. But my brain is screaming for me to do this.

  My body is shaking with need already. I look to them both and nod my head and they both smile. Killian grabs my hand linking me to his arm as Violet links the other. We walk across the room once again but to a different hallway that leads to elevators.

  Stepping inside, I can feel the sexual tension surround us. I can hear Violet’s breathing has picked up. I’ve been watching for so long that I notice sounds more. The ride up feels like a lifetime, I notice we are actually on the top floor when the doors open. I am greeted by a huge living room.

  Three white sofas taking the middle of the room with a glass coffee table. A fireplace opposite with a huge flat screen TV above it. I walk further in and see three doors, two on one side and one on the other.

  I know one will be a bathroom, one is the main bedroom so it must be a spare room as the third. I notice the long windows taking up the far wall and when I look out I see it leads to a balcony. Opening it up I step out seeing the city darkened apart from the twinkling lights.

  “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Killian steps out holding two glasses, passing me one. “Vodka, lime, and lemonade. I heard you order it at the bar.” I take a sip gratefully.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re very welcome.”

  “It's amazing up here. You can see everything.” The wind picks up blowing my hair. I close my eyes taking in a deep breath. I don’t know when I will ever experience such a wonderful thing again.

  “You really are different.” I hear him say and I turn facing him, his eyes on me.

  I chuckle. “I hope that’s a good thing.”