Black Widow (18 page)

I
t’s Thursday and I can’t wait to head back to Bridge. I’ve found myself having a hard time breathing today I’m so excited. Taking the few days off was exactly what I needed to miss and realize I definitely want this in my life.

Every time the thought of my plans for tonight crossed my mind, I instantly felt my chest tighten with anticipation.

It’s like the club is a drug. I’ve become so addicted; almost blind to anything else and tonight I only want more.

I’m in such a good mood that I decided I needed a little tunes in my office while I cleaned up. Streaming Pandora through my computer is probably the best thing that was ever invented. I jump up when I hear the clapping and steel drum beat from the intro to
Black Widow
.

Instantly, I turn up the tiny speakers, bouncing around the room to the fun dance beat that reminds me of my weekend getaway with Becca.

My office door opens then quickly shuts as my assistant, Angie, walks through the door, clapping her hands and dancing to the beat as well.

As we switched everything over to my partner status we gave her two weeks off and you should have seen the look on her face the first time she saw me and how much I’ve changed.

Instantly, I stop dancing, embarrassed that she caught me dancing around my office but then relieved when I see she’s here to dance along with me. The smile across her face makes me laugh as we both sing, “I’m gonna love ya, until you hate me.”

A freeness I haven’t felt in years overcomes my body as we both dance around my office singing at the top of our lungs. Once it’s over, we both fall into the chairs in front of my desk, laughing.

“That seriously is my favorite song,” she says, still laughing through her hard breathing from the serious dance club we just created.

“Me, too! That beat gets you moving,” I laugh.

She grabs my hand, squeezing it tightly. “Hey, I’m so glad to see you happy. I’m not sure what you’re doing, but keep it up. I’ve missed this side of you.”

“Thanks. Me, too.” We look at each other, smiling, not saying anything else but saying more in those unsaid words than what have been said in the past five years.

“Ok then. That was fun. Anytime you want to dance you let me know!” She gets up and walks out of my office as I laugh at her response.

It’s been a three weeks since I’ve joined Bridge and I can honestly say it has been the best couple weeks of my life. I’ve done more in this small time frame sexually than I have in my entire life. Not only have I enjoyed it physically, but I can tell mentally my life is turning for the better as well.

I smile all the time now. I even feel more clear and focused on my work. Things that used to be daunting tasks don’t feel that way anymore. My entire life feels lighter and I know I owe everything to Becca.

Even though Bridge is only open three nights a week, we’ve spent every night together now that she’s staying with me. No longer am I dreading going home to be alone. Now, I actually look forward to getting off of work and whatever crazy plans we have going on for the night. To say she has taken me out of my shell would be an understatement.

I’ve done crazier things this week than I have in my entire life and I’m not just talking sexually.

We’ve hit up every club or bar around my area it seems like. Flirting shamelessly with the bartenders and patrons. Meeting the most amazing people I never would have dreamed of talking to. Though it never goes further than talking or flirting. Everything sexual happens at the club. It’s an honor system but one that members take very seriously. If you have sexual encounters outside of the club, with non-members, they ask that you get tested again.

It makes total sense to me and really, I’m so over satisfied with what I’m receiving there that I don’t even think about wanting something from outside.

But tonight, I think I’m ready for a little more
inside
the club. Eros has been amazing, bringing me to orgasm more times than I can even remember, but I’m ready to venture off without him. I think it’s what I need to get him off of my mind.

I’m thankful he has taken me under his wing but tonight I want to explore the other members. See what everyone has to offer. I mean, that is what the club is for, sharing…

The thought excites me even more. I noticed a few other members that caught my eye and tonight I’ll make my move. I haven’t even talked to Becca about it. I didn’t want her help. I wanted to prove that I could put myself out there, go after what I want and actually get it.

There are two in particular that have caught my eye when I looked around the club on my past visits. I haven’t seen these men attached to one specific woman and even if they are, I’m learning the more the merrier has more meanings than I ever knew.

Once home, I go through all the clothes that Becca helped me pick out on our shopping excursions and I now have a completely new wardrobe. I pick out an all black romper that’s short shorts with long sleeves, backless and a plunging neckline making it impossible to wear a bra. I pull my hair half up, showing off my neckline more and grab a thin, black leather string necklace, wrapping it around my neck like a choker and tying the ends so it hangs down my cleavage then finishing the outfit off with strappy, three inch black heels.

Becca walks in my place like she owns it, which brightens my day even more. “You ready girl?” she yells as she shuts the door.

I walk from my room into the hallway not saying a word, waiting to see what her reaction would be to my chosen outfit.

“Holy shit, girl! You look fucking hot! Damn, I couldn’t be more proud of myself right now. I’d say my work is complete.”

I laugh, “Thank you! You like?”

“Like? Girl, I know we’ve done things at the club together but I kind of want to do you right now. You look
that
good.”

I know she’s kidding and I can’t help but laugh at her response. “Well, thank you. You look pretty hot yourself.”

“Seriously, Eros is going to lose his mind tonight.”

“Hmm, about that…” I walk into the kitchen to grab my purse. “I was thinking I might look around tonight. Maybe sample someone else.”

“Whoa, really? Look at you… I couldn’t be more proud right now. Oh man, Eros is going to be pissed once he finds out.”

“You think? I mean, is it weird that he’s always with me? I’ve seen you with many other people but he’s only been with me and me with him. Well, besides you,” I laugh. “I thought the point of this place was to be with other people? Shouldn’t I want to venture out more?”

“Oh yes, don’t get me wrong. You are more than welcome to be with whom ever you want but I’ve noticed the way Pr… shit, I mean Eros has kind of staked his claim on you.”

That’s not the first time I’ve heard her almost say his real name. I try to ignore it. I don’t want to know his real name. I don’t want anything of this to be real. This is all for fun. No faces, no names, no strings attached.

“Yeah, that’s why I want to try someone else. I don’t want him to think I’m always just going to be with him. I’m very thankful he’s showed me the ropes and all, no pun intended,” I hit her arm laughing, “but I want to play with someone else tonight. I’m ready.”

“Well, good. So who do you have your eye on?”

“I’ll show you when we get there. I want to do this on my own.”

“Damn, you have made me so proud. I’ve turned you into a sexual deviant and I fucking love it!”

We walk in and I’m thankful that my target men are here, both standing at the bar, talking to one another. I wasn’t planning on both of them but my mind goes into overdrive as new possibilities fill my brain and, before I can chicken out, I walk straight up to them, working my way in between their conversation.

Leaning back on one while placing my hand on the other’s chest, I seductively whisper, “Hi. Are you guys here with anyone tonight?”

I feel the guy behind me place his hands on my hips, pulling my back into him and whispering in my ear, “No, we aren’t. Are you looking for some double trouble tonight?”

I turn my head slightly to look at him while running my fingers down the shirt of the man in front of me until I’m tugging on his belt buckle. “Maybe. I’m still new to this. Will you guys be gentle with me?”

“I’ve seen you around. I thought you were with Eros. You’ve never ventured beyond him,” the man in front of me says while moving his arms out of the way to allow my advance.

I slowly start to unbuckle his pants while rubbing my ass against the man behind me. “I want something new tonight. You both were on my mind but I wasn’t thinking together. Maybe you can show me my way?” I reach in, grabbing his cock.

Yes, I said it. Cock, pussy, fuck, moist… I say it all now. I’m much more open with my language now thanks to Becca.

As I slide my hands up and down his cock his head falls back as the man in back wraps his arm around my waist, reaching my pussy, rubbing gently from side to side. “Why don’t we take this in the other room? By the looks of my friend here, I think he’s down with your little plan, I’m…,”

I stop him, “Shh, no names.” I turn my torso around, kissing the man behind me while continuing to rub the cock of the man in front of me.

“Eurydice…” I hear a voice to the side of me saying my name. I ignore it until I hear him again more loudly, “Eurydice, baby.”

I don’t stop my rubbing but break the kiss only to see Eros standing in front of us.

The man I was kissing thankfully speaks first, “Hey Eros.”

Eros doesn’t look at either men, just stares at me. I wish I could see his eyes but the mask is blocking them more than usual. Something is not right though. He doesn’t seem mad but if I had to guess I would say he seems hurt. Why? I don’t even know the guy. I feel a very awkward moment coming on so I try to ease the tension.