by MT Stone
Daphne drops to her knees and turns her attention to Brix, whose raging hard-on has been neglected ever since we took the stage. This allows me to raise my head and lock eyes with Rex. I can tell by his steely gaze that he’s close to fruition as well. Brix reaches down and props up my head with his free hand while continuing to ravish my clit. I reach out for Daphne after realizing she’s the only one who’s not on the receiving end of things, but all I can reach is her elbow. “Holy shit!” Rex shouts, his face taking on a deeper shade of red. I close my eyes as my body continues to tremble, out of control.
This moment is like a culmination of everything that has been building since the day I met Rex. At the time, I had no idea how it even felt to have an orgasm. Only through having my heart broken did I take a chance, which led to discovering my sexuality. Now, I’m experiencing something so far beyond my old self that it should scare the shit out of me. Instead, I find myself embracing it and relishing each wave of orgasmic pleasure as if it could be the last. Rex buries himself deep within me while Brix continues to aggressively rub my clit. I’ve lost all semblance of rational thought and find myself looking forward to another release that has been quickly building within me. Both men appear to be working toward the same goal, and now I hear Daphne telling them what she wants them to do. I press my eyelids closed even tighter and focus on my breathing as through sheer persistence, they once again cause a release from me that is even more intense than the first one. This time, the roar from the crowd comes from all sides, so I know people have surrounded the stage. I hear Rex’s groans as his hot load lands on my mid-section, then matching sounds come from Brix as his lands between my breasts. Daphne once again locks lips with me, seeming completely overwhelmed by how the scene has played out.
“You guys were amazing!” I hear someone say, opening my eyes to see Alex standing above me holding a fluffy white robe. “Here, let me help you up.” He takes hold of my arm and lifts as Rex grabs my other arm. The blood rushes from my head as I take to my feet and stagger between the two men.
“I think I was upside down for too long,” I try to explain.
“Martinis, multiple orgasms, and being upside down…” Brix says with a laugh. “They all take their toll.”
“Let’s all go back to my office,” Alex says, looking at Brix and Daphne. “We need to clear a few things up.”
“Oh, shit,” Daphne mutters, reaching down and picking up her robe. “I’ve really enjoyed working with you,” she says to Brix.
“Why? What’s up?” he counters.
“I just want you to know that you’re the best,” she says with a slight shudder.
Rex
People were treating us like celebrities as we made our way through the crowd and back to Alex’s office. After reality began to sink in, I became confident that I had put on a pretty good show. I can’t believe how the crowd went nuts after we made her squirt the second time. I have never seen people so pumped up at a sex club. Maybe it’s because the club is new and the first of its kind in the area.
“You guys really made my grand opening something special,” Alex says upon entering his office. “I’m a little afraid of how we will ever top that.”
“Well, I won’t be available for any additional bookings,” Felicia slurs, still heavily influenced by alcohol and an abundance of endorphins. “I can’t believe I did that… twice! You guys are bad,” she adds, taking a swing at Brix’s arm.
“Where’s Richard?” Daphne asks with a concerned look on her face and glassy eyes.
“He was making you uncomfortable, so I asked him to leave and he complied,” Alex replies, looking her directly in the eyes. “He did, however, share some startling information. Is it true that you just turned eighteen last week?”
“Eighteen?” Brix shouts, his eyes bugging out like someone had just shot him in the nuts.
“I’m eighteen now. Isn’t that what really matters?” Daphne looks back and forth between the two men. “I’m totally legal now.”
“Oh, fuck!” Brix slaps his palms against his face and turns away. “You showed me your ID. It was fake?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. A friend of mine works at the DMV.” Daphne looks as if she’s waiting for one of them to lay the hammer down on her.
“How much have the videos propagated?” Alex asks Brix. “Everything needs to be wiped that was created prior to her birthday. Underage porn is a Class-A felony,” he tells him, throwing Daphne a sideways glare. “This could send him to prison for a long time, and he would not only be permanently labeled as a felon but also a sex offender.”
“Our videos are all over online,” Brix says, still appearing stunned. “How do you even find them all? People upload them using different titles and descriptions.”
“Actually, I have access to some facial recognition software,” I tell him, having never actually used it. “We’ll upload a few clips where she has her clothes on, enter the URLs you want crawled, and it will deliver a complete list within a few hours.”
“We need to do that immediately.” Brix breathes out a tentative sigh of relief. “I can’ t believe you would lie about something like that. If anyone finds out, the word will spread like wildfire online. I’m sure thousands of people have already downloaded the videos. This is a fucking disaster.” His face immediately turns red again, so the relief was short-lived.
“I’m sorry. I had to get away from Richard and Mom. There weren’t too many job opportunities where I could make a thousand dollars a day,” she explains, defending her lack of judgment.
“You could’ve worked at McDonald’s for a couple of months,” Brix retaliates with fire in his eyes. “I could spend fifteen years in prison if this all blows up!”
“Really? Wow, that would suck,” she replies, stating the obvious. Brix would be forty years old by the time he was a free man. I think a judge would have to give him some lenience, though, since she had a fake ID from the actual DMV.
“Let me see your ID,” I tell her, holding out my hand. She fishes it out of her purse and hands it to me. “You’ll want to photocopy this front and back, just in case it ever gets lost,” I tell Brix, handing it to him. “I think it’s the key to your defense if it ever comes to that.”
“What about me?” Daphne says, suddenly realizing that she’s providing proof that she committed a crime.
“Getting a fake ID will get you a slap on the wrist, kid,” I explain, rolling my eyes. “I would rather see you get a small fine than see him locked up for years over something that wasn’t his fault.”
“Okay, that makes sense,” she admits, turning her gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry. I didn’t really think about how serious it could be.”
“It’s about as serious as it gets,” Brix says, looking around for a copy machine. “Actually, I’ll just take pictures with my phone,” he finally decides.
“Make sure you email yourself a copy just in case they get deleted,” Felicia adds. “You can email all of us a copy, for that matter.”
“Whew!” Brix tries to shake off his nervousness after photographing both sides of it. “That was such a great show, and to get blindsided by something like this right after is just crazy. My head is fucking spinning.”
“Your head!” Felicia blurts out. “I came here just to see what a sex club was all about, and I ended up having you two blowing your load on me! I know I’m going to regret all of this when I sober up.” She actually giggles and gives me a funny look.
“Well, you already have a ton of fans!” Brix says after pulling up an app on his phone. “They love you guys!”
“Who does?” The drunken smile immediately drops from Felicia’s face. Fuck is the only word that goes through my mind.
“I told you we live stream these shows for my members,” he says innocently. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you each a grand for your work tonight. After this fiasco, though, I’ll need both of you to sign a consent form.”
“We’d better do that now before she sobers up,�
� I tell him, nodding toward Felicia, whose mouth has dropped open.
“I don’t consent! You can’t use that video!” she counters, raising her voice. “You just can’t!”
“Okay, okay.” He raises his hands to assure her. “It was on a live stream, but I’ll tell Rich not to post the video in the member’s area. I’ll call him right now. I’m sure it hasn’t posted yet.”
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Felicia announces, and judging by the look on her face, I believe it.
“There’s a studio upstairs that you two can use tonight,” Alex offers, going to his desk drawer to retrieve a set of keys. “Just go up these stairs and to the left. I’ve got a second one for you guys when you’re done too,” he says, glancing over at Brix and Daphne. “You two still have another set to do at ten.”
I take the keys from Alex and slip my arm around Felicia. I want to get her up to the room before she gets sick. This evening has been a little too much of everything. I knew she shouldn’t have slammed that third martini the way she did. I think it’s about to come back to haunt her.
“Here, you should both take one of these,” Alex says, popping two white capsules into the palm of his hand. I simply look at them, wondering what in the hell he’s up to now. “It’s l-theanine,” he says with a shrug. “It’ll help neutralize the alcohol so you won’t be so hung over tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I reply, happy to accept anything that will help Felicia feel better. “We’ll see you guys in the morning.” We move through the doorway and immediately head upstairs. It’s easy to tell that Felicia has had quite a bit to drink, but she’s still able to walk at least. If there’s any reason she’ll throw up, it’s the fact that the biggest indiscretion of her life was recorded and broadcast live over the internet. She’s going to die when she wakes up and thinks about all of this tomorrow.
Chapter 6
Felicia
Monday Morning
I sit down at my desk, pull up Google, and punch the words, The Garden of Eden Sex Club Video into the search box. I can feel my heart beating as I wait for the results to fill the screen. This has become a habit the past few days. Luckily, there is nothing new out there. Brix was apparently being honest when he said that the video hadn’t been uploaded to the member’s area. I close my eyes and let out a long breath in an attempt to ease the constant tension that has taken hold of me. I’ve told Rex repeatedly ever since that I will never do anything like that again, even though it was easily the most incredible experience of my life. The thought of those two guys driving me to the breaking point in front of a room full of people makes me wet every time I think about it, but I would die if anyone ever found out. Especially my mother.
“Down this hallway?” I hear a familiar voice that instantly turns my stomach. “Thanks, darlin’,” he adds, causing me to slam my head against the back of my desk chair. This is no way to start a new week.
“Can I help you?” I ask as Kip peers around the corner into my office with his signature smartass grin. I glare at him with all the anger I can conjure up at a moment’s notice.
“Can you help me?” he snorts before entering my office and sliding into a chair on the other side of my desk. “No, I’m not here for any help. I’m here to congratulate you on your new career. And to let you know that you’ll have to either take over the lease payments on that BMW or turn it in by Friday.”
“You leased it? You are a true asshole,” I reply coldly. “I should’ve known better.”
“Well, who would be dumb enough to buy a Beamer for a chick he was about to dump?” he says, leaning back in the chair and shooting me another cocky grin. “And after seeing your performance from Friday night, I think that little playboy you work for can buy you a car. I’ll pay the penalties to get out of the lease, but then I’m done.”
“What do you mean, performance?” A huge lump instantly forms in my throat, making it almost impossible to get the question out.
“Do you remember Warren Chesterfield? Our backup place kicker?” he asks, retrieving his phone from his pocket.
“Of course. You had him over at the house several times.” I feel as if my insides are being ripped out of me as I wait for what he says next.
“Yeah, well, Warren isn’t the best with the ladies, so he watches more than his fair share of porn,” Kip says, narrowing his eyes. “He called me Saturday morning and told me that he thought he had seen you on a porn site. He made a recording of part of it with his phone, and after I saw the weasel who was fucking you, I knew for sure it was you. I damn near fell off my chair!” He scrolls through his camera roll to pull up the video.
“You don’t need to show it to me. I was there,” I snap, radiating the most intense hatred I have ever felt. Of all the people to get ahold of that recording… fuck!
“Becca sure got a kick out of it.” He presses Play in spite of my saying not to. “She couldn’t believe you’ve become such a whore. And what you see in Rex is beyond my comprehension. Fucking little washed-up punk.”
“He might not be as tall as you or weigh nearly as much, but he more than makes up for it in other ways,” I counter, feeling very defensive. “Besides, he’s a great guy and knows how to treat a woman. Something you should learn more about.”
“Whatever. It’s obvious that whole thing was just an act. There’s no way in hell he made you orgasm like that,” he sneers. “You were a fucking ice queen.”
I lean back in my chair, taking a deep breath before saying a word. I glance up at the overhead compartment above my desk and it triggers a thought. I open the door and pull down the original prototype of the RH Signature dildo and set it on the desk right in front of him. “This thing gave me my very first orgasm about three months ago,” I tell him as my demeanor begins to turn from defensive to offensive.
“Wow, so you’ve actually had one?” He folds his arms and slouches in the chair.
“That was just the first of many,” I add, keeping my eyes locked with his. “This was made using an actual mold of Rex’s hard-on. Go ahead and grab hold of that baby so you can see what a real cock feels like.”
“Fuck you,” he spouts, jumping from the chair. “This is all bullshit. There’s no way he’s hung like that.”
“You know he is,” I reply, having heard the story from Rex. “You were always jealous of him because of his huge cock and how the ladies loved him. So you’ll have to go back to my ex-friend, Becca, if you want to see fake orgasms.”
“There’s nothing fake about Becca,” he lashes out, obviously not understanding who he’s been dealing with. “We have incredible sex!”
“Becca told me several times in the past that you have to fake orgasms if you want your men to buy you nice things,” I inform him, watching his mouth instantly drop. “Becca knows how to play men, and believe me, she will play you for everything she can get.”
“I’m going to show this to the whole fucking team!” He shakes his phone at me, his face burning a fiery red.
“Hey, if that will make you feel better, you go right ahead,” I reply, using every ounce of strength to keep from going into a full rant. “But you remember that the only reason any of this has happened is because you dumped me and started fucking my best friend. You can’t possibly sink any lower than that.”
He simply glares at me for a full five seconds without saying a word. “We’re done here,” he finally says, rapping his knuckles against my desk.
“I’ll turn in the car tonight after work,” I yell at him after he walks out the door. Even though I love it, it’s a constant reminder of him and Becca. It’ll be good to cut him completely out of my life. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. My hands are trembling and my lips feel numb. For a brief second, I find myself worrying about the video, but it doesn’t really matter. I was with Rex, not some random porn star, so who will really care? My mom already thinks I’ve gone off the deep end and has admitted to being more jealous than angry on numerous occasions.
I’ve
experienced more in the past three months than I did in my entire life leading up to the moment I met Rex. I told myself at the time that regardless of how everything turned out, I would have no regrets, and that includes what happened Friday. No regrets.
Rex
After hearing Kip “Asshole” Taylor’s voice, I couldn’t stop myself from listening in on their conversation. I don’t want to interrupt them, but at the same time, I’ll put an end to it if he becomes overly abusive. I come close to stepping in, but then she starts giving him both barrels all on her own. She’s making me prouder by the second. I just wish I could’ve seen Kip’s face when she told him to grab hold of that dildo. For a big guy, he wasn’t exactly blessed in that department, which is probably why he has so much aggression on and off the field. As things come to a head, I retreat to my office to make a phone call. I’m not going to let Kip hurt her any more than he already has. After a lengthy conversation, I think Felicia will be pleased with what I’ve done.
Trying to turn my focus back to the stack of papers on my desk, I can’t think of anything other than Kip. After shuffling papers around for nearly half an hour, I decide to give up and check on Felicia. She’s sitting at her desk, fidgeting with a pen and staring intently at the corner of her office. “Are you okay?” I ask, startling her.
“I can’t believe we did that on Friday night,” she says with a sigh. “Best of all, one of Kip’s teammates apparently subscribes to Brix’s membership site. What are the odds?”
“That’s just how things go sometimes. The world has become incredibly small.” I walk around behind her chair and begin rubbing her shoulders. “The good news is that the piracy software that we’ve been using to find and remove the videos of Daphne works amazingly well. I uploaded a clip of us this morning, and it will take care of anything that gets posted. So at least the damage will be minimized.”