Once inside, however, Paradise Lagoon was unlike any of the homes, boarding houses, offices, or even clubs along Cedar Street. Two large, burly male bouncers flanked the interior front entrance at all times. Next was the coatroom and another front entrance. There was another hallway and then another set of doors. Female security guards in white uniforms verified IDs and memberships and then, the doors opened to Paradise.
The first floor had a huge dance floor with a circular bar that spilled out to the pool area. The pool was opened year-round and was half in and half out of the building. The inside part had skylights that made the room bright even in minus 20-degree weather in February. Then there were two more floors of theme rooms, mostly decorated with giant beds and dance floors.
Paradise Lagoon was the only Toronto sex club with an indoor/outdoor pool though all the clubs had group hot tubs and theme rooms. It also was open pretty much 24 hours a day, seven days a week. People came from all over the world to hang out naked and party with strangers at Paradise Lagoon.
Gwen was right at home at the Paradise Lagoon. She had been a member of the club for the past couple of years. Although she didn’t live in Toronto full time, she was in town often enough to enjoy the many pleasures the club had to offer.
Today she was enjoying the tight, masculine flesh of three men in one of the private rooms. There was a huge mattress, a door that hung half open, sheer white curtains draped from floor to ceiling, and dim red lighting. All around the club and in each room were bowls of condoms, wet wipes, and clean folded towels. There were female monitors in French maid outfits and bouncers in leather gear patrolling the rooms, keeping a watchful eye on the activities, to ensure safety for everyone.
Gwen had landed in Toronto earlier that morning. She had dumped her gear, took a shower, dressed up nicely and walked the few blocks to the club. Once inside, it hadn’t taken Gwen long to find a trio of men to satisfy her urges.
In the afternoon, people came in for serious play only, and often on their lunch hours. What better way to get through the workday then to take a long lunch with a swim in the pool, a fuck with a stranger, a shower and then back to work?
It was really a paradise for those who loved anonymous sex as much as Gwen did.
The blond on top of her was fucking her deep and hard. The brunette stuck his cock into her mouth, and she took it down her throat between moans. A redhead stood to the side, stroking his own cock and waiting for his turn.
The blond fucked her harder and faster. She ran her hands down his back, clenching his firm ass cheeks, grinding her pussy against him.
“Yes, yes!” she cried out.
As she came against him, she felt him tighten and then pull out. Before she could breathe, the redhead had sheathed his cock and was inside of her. He wasn’t as big as the blond, but he was wider.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her slick wet pussy rubbing against him. “That’s good. Deeper, deeper.”
She spread her legs wider, taking him as deeply as she could. He thrust into her for a few strokes and then flipped her over. He fucked her doggy style while she continued to suck on the brunette.
The redhead came quickly, within a few strokes, which disappointed Gwen a bit but before she could think about it, the brunette pulled his cock from her mouth, rolled on a condom, and pushed it into her dripping pussy.
“Ah, yes...” she sighed, pressing her face into the pillow. “Oh, yes, that’s better.”
The brunette held her hips tightly as he banged into her fast and hard. She was being pushed along the bed, but she didn’t mind. He was the biggest of the three and he made a wonderful finale.
She let him work her hips, let him fill her up as deep as he could. She moaned loudly, her cries mixing with many others in a whirl of afternoon delight. She pushed her fingers against her clit and came again before he climaxed. He collapsed on top of her for a moment. She lay pinned under him, enjoying his large, sweaty, muscular body against hers. She looked around and saw that her previous two lovers had already left the room.
She and the brunette lay panting for a moment and then he too stood up. He kissed her gently on the cheek.
“Thank you. You were amazing,” he whispered into her ear. He took a fresh towel from the stack and left. Gwen turned over on the mattress and lay staring up at the ceiling for a moment, spent, happy, and satiated... for the moment.
* * *
Gwen lounged on one of the deck chairs by the indoor/outdoor pool at Paradise Lagoon. The air was warmish for Toronto at this time of year but still, a cool breeze swirled up from the lake. Gwen stared up at the CN tower that was about a half a mile away, towering above skyscrapers as if they were miniatures. She marveled at how tall it was, even though she’d been to the top many times for dinner. The view was spectacular. She’d have to go up there again soon.
She shifted around and thought about how it was great that the club put gas heaters out by the pool so that she could lie around naked, as did many other people in their own deck chairs.
Gwen shut her eyes behind her large, dark sunglasses, the only item she wore, reliving the delicious orgasms she had just shared with the beautiful strangers. Her pussy tingled, partly from the previous pleasure, and partly in anticipation of pleasures that awaited her during her stay in Toronto before she was off to New York in two days.
The life of a flight attendant was an adventure albeit not always terribly exciting. But it sure beat sitting in an office all day.
Of course, some people thought she was insane to work in a sky tube that could crash at any minute. However, she had zero fear of airplanes. She rode brooms, flying even higher than the CN Tower, so the fears of her passengers were easy to assuage with her calm demeanor. She was always able to calm the nervous ones, even if it meant she had to put a little spell on them to get them to fall asleep for the flight.
In fact, she was one of the highest rated flight attendants at the airline, and that was merely because there were rarely any scandals on her watch.
Too drunk? You’re asleep.
Too chatty? You’re asleep.
Crying baby? Sleepy time, little one.
Racist asshole? Nighty night!
That morning there had nearly been an incident and it likely would have been a big one if Gwen wasn’t able to pull out her spells.
A woman, an entitled rich woman who smelled strongly of perfume, powder and sweat with her teetering Louboutins and many bulging handbags refused to check her bags even though she was clearly well over the designated requirement.
“I’m in first class and I can bring what I like.”
“I’m sorry, but even in First Class, we can only accommodate so many bags in the overhead compartment. It’s a matter of simply not enough space,” Gwen patiently and cheerfully explained to her.
The woman flipped open one of the compartments and began to fling airline blankets and other supplies to the ground.
“There’s no reason for you to be hogging all this space that is for the passengers. YOU will have to find somewhere else for these supplies that aren’t even for us First Class clients but for the cattle in the back,” the woman retorted.
Gwen bit her tongue as she teetered in the narrow row, bending over to pick up the discarded towels.
“Ma’am, please let me check your extra baggage underneath. I promise you, it won’t be far, and nothing will get ruined by trying to cram it up there.”
“I refuse to have my bags out of my sight. I don’t know what one of your workers is going to rummage through, help themselves to. It’s not an option. My bags are with me.”
Gwen saw the passengers piling up in the skybridge, patiently waiting their turn to board the plane. But of course, they couldn’t board until first class was settled in.
Gwen waved her hands discreetly at her side while she looked into the woman’s face. The woman’s face softened and the next words out of her mouth were gentle.
“Oh... actually, sweetie, can you be a dear and pu
t a couple of these bags into storage. I don’t think they’re going to fit here,” the woman said. Gwen smiled as she took the bags. Peter, one of the other airline attendants for that flight, winked at her.
“Let me help,” Peter said. “In fact, I’ll run them out right now while Gwen gets you settled in with a drink.”
The woman smiled and sat down while Gwen brought her a gin and tonic. As the woman flipped out her tray to balance the drink, she grinned.
“How did you know I need a gin and tonic? Mmm, this hits the spot.” The woman raised her glass in a toast.
“I’m happy that you’re happy,” Gwen said.
The rest of the passengers boarded, and the plane was able to leave on time.
“Yep,” Gwen muttered. Some people just need to mellow out a bit.
“Is this spot taken?” A voice asked Gwen, shaking her out of her reverie and returning her to the club.
Gwen looked over to see tall, dark and muscular pointing at the lawn chair beside her. She flipped her hand towards the chair.
“I’ve not seen anyone there the whole time I’ve been here. Consider it yours.”
The man raised his own sunglasses, the only item he wore, and vivid blue eyes blinked in the sun, looking her over. Gwen raised her own sunglasses and looked him over in return. His abdomen was taut, his chest was a bit hairy, his thighs muscular with a firm and surprisingly large cock hanging between his legs.
“Thank you,” he said. He shook out the white towel he had been holding and laid it along the chair, just as Gwen had done. He stretched out with a sigh.
“Gorgeous day. I thought spring would never come, it’s been so rainy.” He said.
“Spring?” she asked. “It’s close to the summer! The end of June isn’t so far.”
“Far enough. Winter was hell... so long, dark and cold.”
“Yes, it was.” Gwen said and settled back in her chair. She looked over at the man who lay beside her, perhaps staring at the people in the pool, perhaps taking a nap. His eyes, when he had looked at her, had been so blue, so piercing... so familiar.
That jawline, those brows all stirred echoes within her, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She supposed it was possibly she’d had sex with him some other time, but she usually remembered faces even if no one knew anyone’s names.
She turned her attention back to the pool and before long, she had dozed off.
By the time she woke, the man was gone, and the sun had nearly sunk behind the skyscrapers, with only a few setting rays glinting through the mirrored office glass. The pool was empty, and she saw an attendant vacuuming it.
Shit...
Gwen jumped up and took the towel she had been lying on and wrapped herself in it.
As she got dressed in the locker room, she saw that it was close to 5:00. She’d taken an hour nap.
How embarrassing!
She hurried down the street, realizing she was starving to death.
* * *
When she arrived back at the apartment, she fumbled with the key, balancing her take-out food bag and drink along with her purse. She sighed and then closed her eyes.
“Open.”
The key turned in the lock and opened without her touching it. She pushed the door and went in, then put her bags on the coffee table.
As she shut the door, she looked around. It seemed like none of her roommates were home.
Gwen shared the apartment with two other airline attendants, Anisa and Dylan. The trio had been renting the first two floors of this house for over five years. As the rents skyrocketed around them, they’d been lucky to enjoy rent control, for now.
“Hello?” she called out to make sure she was alone. No one answered and there was no movement upstairs. The others were out.
She pulled out her sub and her tablet and sat on the couch, her feet up. Her stomach grumbled as the smell of the hot turkey club filled the room.
“Starving!” she muttered as she bit into the steamy cheesy sandwich. “Oh, yeah.”
She turned on a YouTube video about conspiracy theories. As she watched the tuber ramble on about how Jeffrey Epstein who was waiting trial for a plethora of crimes was found dead in his jail cell, officially listed as a suicide, but most felt it was some kind of murder, and some thought his death was faked and he wasn’t dead at all, she wolfed down half the sub. The speculation led into chains of dozens of high rollers who could be connected. It seemed like every month that passed since his death, some new twist was introduced. Sometimes these theories were debunked but other times, there was food for thought.
Gwen ate her sandwich and sipped on her iced tea. She didn’t get very far into the video when she clicked over to something about the Illuminati and from there went down a rabbit hole of Hollywood cults and other weirdness.
There was the sound of something dragging across the floor above her. She paused the video.
“Hello? Dylan? Anisa?” she called out. There was no answer, however the floorboards creaked. Gwen frowned and continued watching her video for another minute. There was more dragging and more creaking.
Gwen stopped the video again and stood up.
“Hello?” She walked over to the stairs and peered up. “Dylan?”
No answer again. The hair on her arms stood on end and she stepped onto the first step.
“Dylan?”
She climbed another step. There was another squeak from the upstairs floorboards.
“Anisa?”
She made it to the top floor and looked down the dark narrow hallway. No one was there.
All three bedrooms were on this floor and she pushed the doors open on each one.
There was no one.
She looked at the small door in the ceiling that, if it was pulled down, had fold-out stairs that led to the attic that none of them ever went into. She’d never done more then peek up over the entrance, and that had been back before they decided to rent. She wasn’t going to go up there now.
There was no more noise.
Satisfied no one was in the house, she returned to her computer and her sandwich.
“Raccoons, no doubt,” she muttered to herself and wiggled earbuds into her ears.
She clicked over to a video about Area 51. There had been a joke that someone made about storming Area 51 on September 20, 2019. Before long, there were multiple Facebook groups and on other social media. What had begun as a joke had social media buzzing for months. And then, it had actually happened. Although Gwen and most people she talked to had assumed that the idea of storming Area 51 was just a joke and that people would just party in the desert for a few days or maybe there would even be bands to make it like a desert Woodstock or even an alien Burning Man, but none of those things had happened. There had actually been thousands of people who actually had shown up, in full military regalia, the air thick with drones, and these people attempted to storm Area 51 with their cars, trucks, bodies, weapons and drones. Bullets and tear gas flew. Most of the raiders had been shot on sight but amazingly enough, a few had managed to elude the military weaponry.
As the months passed, Area 51 rumors grew more extreme. It was thought that people had actually gotten inside and out again and were sharing secrets online. Their anonymous postings were lost in the miasma of rumors, speculations and conspiracies. But every now and again, Gwen would find a posting or video from someone who claimed to have seen what was inside, about how there actually was something to the rumours of a government cover-up.
Sometimes Gwen thought that the government or military itself had posted the videos and speculations, to stir the pot of people’s mad imaginations, and to confuse the Truth away from the reality.
Although Gwen had always been fascinated by ideas of alien life forms and U.F.O.s being government secrets, she wasn’t sure that she believed that anything was at Area 51 at all. If there ever had been, it likely had been moved in the 70s or 80s. But of course, that was her own conspiracy theory.
Gwen knew there was life
elsewhere in the galaxy, or at least liked to believe there was, for who was she or any other human being to be so egotistical to believe that their own Earth was the only planet at all with living creatures on it? Perhaps life wasn’t what other people imagined but surely other things, perhaps things beyond a human imagination, existed.
Of course, some people didn’t even believe that man had gone to the moon, that the moon landing had been staged and was one of the world’s biggest hoaxes.
As if hundreds if not thousands of people could have kept their mouths shut for 50 years... .
There was a slam.
Gwen jumped. She pulled out her earplugs.
“Hey, Gwen! How’s it going?” Dylan’s cheery voice echoed through the house as the sound of him tossing his keys onto the stand near the entrance and his footsteps walking across the wooden creaky floors jarred her out of her thoughts.
“Holy smokes, Dylan, you startled me!” Gwen said as she looked up. Dylan entered the room, a tall but not quite six feet tall, stunningly handsome man, clean cut to airline standards, blond hair freshly colored and blue eyes twinkling, his hands carrying a couple of cloth grocery bags.
“Sorry.” He said. “Has the house been acting up again?”
Gwen shook her head.
“Haha, you’re so funny. And yes, it has.”
“I keep telling you, raccoons in the attic. That’s it. One day, we’ll figure out how to open that trap door and go up there and shoo out that mama and her babies.”
“You’re so sure it’s raccoons. I’m never so sure...” Gwen said.
“What else would it be? Some homeless dude who managed to climb up that tree and into the world’s tiniest window?”
“Or something else,” Gwen said.
“A ghost? Surely you don’t believe in such things?”
Gwen chuckled.
“I’ve seen some stuff in my life, unexplainable,” she said.
“Me too, but it doesn’t mean that I suddenly believe in ghosts or that there’s a monster in the attic.”
“I’m just glad you’re home, I’m a little freaked out,” Gwen said.
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