“This way,” Gabe gently tugs my hand and I didn’t even realize I had stopped walking. That I’m just standing here staring at the mesmerizing scene. I manage to move, even though my feet feel heavy and I follow him to a set of stairs leading to a loft above. “Up here, we will have a drink and you can watch as much as you want,” he smirks. Luckily, it’s too dark in here for him to see me blush.
We walk up the stairs and find some seats at a small table by the railing, overlooking the entire floor below. Gabe tucks my chair in for me and tells me he’ll be back with some drinks. I just nod silently as my eyes slide over the unfolding scene. Near the back of the room and below, I can see a man who has three women bent over a table. He has their panties pulled down just enough to expose their pussies. Each of them is standing bent over at the waist, their upper bodies pressed flat into the hardwood. He stands behind one of them and grabs a handful of her ass, harshly twisting it in his palm before giving her a firm slap. She writhes under his touch, but the music in here is too loud to know if she’s crying out in pain or pleasure. He moves to the next girl and slides his dick inside her, pumping into her a couple of times before pulling out and smacking the next girl’s ass mercilessly.
It feels so strange to be able to watch people in their most intimate moments like this, yet I can’t look away. There’s something almost hypnotic about the exchange of power here. Between the people fucking each other, the people watching, and the people putting on a show.
“Here you go,” Gabe slides a glass of bubbly across the table to me and sits down with his rum and Coke. “What do you think so far, Vanessa?” He pulls his chair over to sit closer to my side and I lean into him a little.
“It’s intense,” I admit, watching the orgy below.
“I think you like it,” he muses, watching me as he takes a slow sip of his drink. “I think you put on a good act, but you’re not really a good girl at all. I think you’ve got a dirty side that’s just begging to come out and play,” he softly grazes his fingers down my cheek and I, gaze into his blue eyes.
“I think you’re right,” my throat is tight as I let my confession slip out.
“So the question is,” he leans in and sucks my earlobe in over his lip, inside the heat of his mouth. “What are you going to do about it?”
19|Gabe
Vanessa’s lips pulls down in the corners and sadness rolls in over her eyes as she lifts her glass of champagne and takes a drink.
“Nothing,” she finally answers flatly, looking down at the table.
It’s hard to see behind her mask, but it looks like tears are forming in her eyes. She runs her hand over her new haircut and sighs.
“Are you worried about your new look again?” I drape my arm over her shoulders and pull her into me. “Listen to me, you are beautiful. I know it, every person in here knows it, you should know it too,” I gently scold her. “Every guy in here wishes he could trade places with me right now, trust me.”
“I don’t know about that,” she smiles and nods her head down to the floor below us where two women are taking turns sucking some guy’s cock. “I’m pretty sure most of the guys in here want to trade with him,” she laughs.
At least she’s laughing.
“I wouldn’t, the only woman I see in here is you.” I put my finger and thumb on her chin and turn her face to mine, “I mean that.”
Vanessa looks down at her glass, like she’s studying the small bubbles that slowly slink up to the surface and explode in tiny little pops. “It’s not my hair that’s bothering me, I mean, it does, but it’s just like the straw that broke the camel’s back,” she explains.
I silently take another drink, giving her time to collect her thoughts. It’s not hard to see something is weighing heavily on her mind. She runs her glossy nails over the back of her hand and her eyes flicker up to mine, searching for something, but I don’t know what.
“This movie just isn’t panning out how I expected, I guess,” she confides.
“Because of Erik? Were you two serious?” I almost choke on my words. The idea of them being together flames the embers of anger I still have in my gut after the first impression he made yesterday. I can’t imagine what she ever saw in him.
“I thought so, but I was wrong. He dumped me right before the Oscars for another actress he cheated on me with,” she rolls her eyes. “I honestly can’t stand being near him, so it’s just thrown an ugly monkey wrench in my plans for this part. I mean, I hate him, but he’s supposed to be my love interest? And how am I supposed to act like he’s so sexy and irresistible that he makes my character go from needing anonymous sex with any man she can get, to being satisfied with only him. Fuck, he wouldn’t know how to make a woman cum if his stupid Oscar depended on it,” she laughs dryly.
“Wait, so he never did it for you?” I can’t help the undeniable joy that fact brings me. It still doesn’t completely wipe out my feelings about them being together, but it helps somehow.
“No, no he didn’t. I mean, but that’s not his fault I guess,” she tucks her hair behind her ear and bites her lip. Vanessa’s eyebrows shoot up as worry etches into her face.
“What’s wrong?” I slide my hand over her soft hair, wishing I could ease the pain and sadness I can see swirling behind her eyes.
“It’s just, well, fuck this is really embarrassing. But, the reason I originally took this part, I mean, the reason I ran into you at the sex club that night was because I wanted to do research on what it looks like to really get into it, you know?” She looks at me pointedly, but I’m not understanding the words she’s dancing around.
“You wanted to understand the mind of a nympho?”
Vanessa shakes her head and lifts her glass, emptying the rest of her champagne in one gulp. Her breasts heave up as she sighs deeply, and I get lost in her exposed curves for a moment before I remind myself to focus. She’s obviously trying to say something that’s important to her.
“Not exactly,” she slowly speaks, as if she’s choosing each word from a list. Carefully selecting the perfect sentences. “I wanted to see what it looked like for women to really enjoy themselves, you know? Like the way they looked when they had an orgasm. Not just the actual cumming part, but the part that leads up to it. I wanted to understand what I’ve been missing,” she breathes out like she’s been holding her breath for a year, her shoulders rounding as she deflates.
“Are you saying no one has ever made you cum?” I try to piece together her thoughts. Vanessa puts her head in her hands and nods, barely moving her head.
“No one. Never. I’ve just, I’ve never had an orgasm. Ever.” Each word seems to beat her down, like her admission is defeating her.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I run my hand over her back and she looks up at me. “That just means you haven’t met the right person.” I lift my glass to my lips and this time, I don’t try to hide the fact that I’m drinking in her body, I take my time as I let my eyes travel over her. “I’ll tell you what, you come down to the floor with me and I’ll make you cum. Right here, right now,” I drag my fingertips down her spine.
Vanessa’s eyes grow wide, but the way she bites her lip and looks me over tells me she’s interested.
“Get up,” I stand up and tug her hand until she’s standing next to me. “I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing,” I promise her as I lead her back over to the stairs. “I’m going to make you cum so hard you’re going to wonder how you ever lived this long without it.”
She doesn’t argue or even try to slink behind me. I can see the uncertainty in her face, but her body is telling me it’s ready. She wants this. She needs this. And I’m going to give it to her.
20|Vanessa
I clutch onto Gabe’s hand as he leads me down the stairs and a million second thoughts light up in my brain like stars in a clear sky in autumn. I swear my heart is racing so fast that I can feel its rhythmic beat in my fingertips.
I shouldn’t do this. Not with him. Not
here. It won’t work anyway. It’s not like Gabe has some kind of ‘magic dick,’ that’s going to fix whatever is broken inside me. All these thoughts bombard me at the same time. And none of them stop my feet. None of them keep me from following Gabe even as we reach the bottom step and he walks me through a crowd of people fucking in every way imaginable, leading me to the far side of the room, with a cocky swagger.
I want him.
I want this.
I push the nerves down, trying to trap the butterflies that are flurrying around in my stomach. I swallow hard, trying to coat my dry throat and breathe in sharply when Gabe suddenly stops, turns around and pulls me into him so tight I can feel his bulge press into me.
“Oh!”
It’s all I have a chance to say before his fingers snake up my back and he unclasps my bra with one hand. The straps slip from my shoulders and I gasp as he quickly yanks the fabric free from my body and tosses it next to the wall. Instinctively I press my hands over my breasts, suddenly feeling very shy and like this is very real.
This isn’t a twisted fantasy or a game, I scan the room self-consciously and wonder how many people in the dimly lit loft are watching us. I gaze over the mostly naked bodies all around us, of all ages, ethnicities and shapes, the one string connecting them is their sexuality. I hold my tits tight, my heart pounding in my chest and realize I’ve just agreed to be one of them. To join the disjointed orgy of couples and groups fucking in this place. I look to the couch a few feet away and am not surprised to see an older man, a silver fox with a head full of white hair and tight muscles sitting down, leaning back while a much younger woman blows him. I try not to stare, but I gasp with shock when I look to my left and see an older woman who could be that silver fox’s wife on her hands and knees being taken on both ends by two much younger men.
“Why are you hiding from me?” Gabe steps toward me and I can see the glint of hunger in his eyes, like a wolf on the prowl for it’s prey.
“I, uh, I’m not,” I still don’t drop my hands. The only thing keeping them from shaking is the fact that I’ve got them clamped over my exposed breasts.
“Have you changed your mind?” Gabe tilts his head and his blue eyes study my face.
I look around the room one more time, biting my lip. It’s crazy and it’s foreign but it’s also incredibly sexy, to see all of these people indulging in a type of pleasure I’ve always craved, but never experienced. I turn my face back to Gabe, leveling him with my eyes. “No. I haven’t changed my mind,” I utter bravely.
His full lips twitch up in the corner and he narrows his eyes. “Good,” he swoops in at me, grabbing my hands securely in just one of his and walks me backward until I hit the wall. He holds my hands tightly in his, up over my head, leaving my body completely at his disposal. I breathe in sharply over my teeth. What is he going to do to me? My pussy floods with desires I’ve never felt before, and all the possibilities.
“Relax,” Gabe leans into my ear and speaks softly so I can just hear him over the rattling bass of the club. “We can stop anytime. This is all about you,” he reassures me and I begin to calm down a little until he wrenches my hands up tighter and steps between my feet, forcing me to open mine, on either side of him.
“I’m a little nervous,” I admit.
“Don’t be,” he brushes it off. “I haven’t laid a hand on you. I don’t need to, sex isn’t about your body it’s about your mind. It’s about your fantasies, it’s about the build-up,” he hovers his hand down over my collarbone and glides his fingers over my skin closely, so I can feel the heat of his hand, but he doesn’t touch me.
As his fingers draw closer to my tits, my nipples grow taut, transforming into tiny pink diamonds. “Do you feel that? The electricity between us? What does that do to you? What does it make you want to do?” He leans in and sucks my earlobe in past his lips, flickering his tongue over it quickly as his hand still travels over my body without touching me.
My eyelids flutter closed as the buzz inside me grows stronger. Tiny currents seem to travel under my skin, like a summer lightning storm, the heat builds and then explodes down through me, running over me in a jagged path from my earlobe down to my aching pussy.
“It makes me want you,” I manage to confess. “I want you to fuck me,” my voice is wheezy with need. I’ve never felt anything like this before, this overpowering pull to be with him. This all-consuming craving for his touch.
“Good girl,” he smirks, his hands tighten around mine and he jerks them up high on the wall making me arch my back and push my tits out further toward him. “When you surrender your mind, when you give in to your true desires, then something as simple as this,” he leans over me, his mouth surrounds my nipple and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. My nipple puckers tight as he licks it and my pussy grows slick with need.
“Ohhh!” I cry out.
“Feels almost orgasmic,” he pulls away his head and smiles as he stands tall over me. “And something like this will make you cum, if I let you,” he releases my wrists and slides down to his knees in front of me, his breath billowing onto my pussy as he tugs my panties down my thighs. They are completely soaked and he looks happy with himself as he notices the evidence of my desire.
I press my hands flat against the cool wall behind me and quickly look around as Gabe slips his tongue inside my pussy. I glance up at the balcony, between the mask and the darkness I can’t really tell who might be watching, but as Gabe’s tongue tastes my juices, I realize I don’t care. Let them watch. Shivers of pleasure run up my body and my skin covers in gooseflesh as Gabe licks my clit, slowly and under control as he slides his fingers inside me.
I’m surprised how heightened this all feels. I’ve been with other men and no one has even come close to getting me this worked up. As he twists his fingers inside me and presses them against my inner wall, I feel my control slip away.
I thread my fingers through Gabe’s brown hair and get lost in the sensation building up inside me. I feel like a rose about to bloom, the petals stir, pushing out, as the bud is ready to explode into a beautiful flower. I grind my hips, pushing my pussy into Gabe’s face as I feel myself get closer and closer to a bliss I’ve never experienced. My muscles clench and I stand up on my tip-toes, arching my back and rolling my head against the wall as it builds even more.
I’m almost there! I can’t believe it, but I don’t want to think about it. I want to get lost in the moment. I want to live it. To fully feel everything.
Then he stops.
He, fucking stops.
“No!” I yell, my voice hoarse and my throat dry.
He stands up as I shake my head violently from side to side. This isn’t fair. He can’t just stop.
“I’m going to make sure your first orgasm is on my cock, Vanessa.” I can see the flames of need behind his eyes and he reaches around my legs, lifting me easily from the floor. His fingers slide down over my ass and dig into my skin, he tugs his underwear down with one hand and guides his cock to my entrance, “You ready?” He looks in my eyes and I nod.
Gabe thrusts his cock inside me and I try to wrap my legs around him, but he just pushes it in further until I’m completely pinned against the wall with his cock locking me in place. I feel so full, it’s almost painful. If I wasn’t so wet, there’s no way I’d be able to take him like this. He gives me a second to adjust to his girth before he grips my thighs on the inside tightly, and wrenches my legs open, spreading them wide until each one is pressed against the wall. My pussy is completely exposed to him as he buries his cock deep into my core, further inside than I’ve ever experienced before.
“Oh fuck!” I cry out and twist against the wall as the sensation overcomes me again. It’s more focused this time. More powerful.
“That’s right, give in to it,” he growls in my ear and begins thrusting his hips faster. His shaft filling me fuller than I’ve ever known I could feel, with every pump. My legs quiver as he holds them flush to the wall, I grip
onto his broad shoulders tight and let my fingernails dig into his skin as he fucks me harder. His cock is so thick, I can feel it grind against my clit each time he pulls back and slams it back inside me. The world around us begins to blot out, growing blurry as I struggle to breathe. My pussy tightens down on him, clamping around his cock as a shuddering earthquake of hot ecstasy shatters through me, from my center and out through my entire body. I can’t help the screams of pleasure that escape my lips. I don’t care about how raw my throat feels or how many people are staring. In this moment, all I can focus on is the completely overwhelming sensation.
Gabe’s cock pulses inside me as his thrusts grow ragged. He buries himself to the hilt and I can feel his cum fill me as he takes raspy breaths and holds me tight. He let’s my legs go and my feet feel numb when they hit the floor. Gabe pulls out of me, beads of sweat scatter across his forehead and he wraps his hand around my head and pulls me in for a surprisingly tender kiss.
Suddenly, all my emotions seem to burst through the dam at once. I look around the club as I struggle to breathe, I’ve never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and yet so free. It’s as if every negative emotion I’ve ever felt just bubbled to the surface and then evaporated from my skin, leaving me lighter. Leaving me … happy.
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