The Diamond Club (8 page)

When I could no longer even walk, the circus folks started to come to me. The dog boy rushed his way in, and immediately began to lap at my personal dog dish. Once he had his fill he collared me and asserted his alpha dog status. He flipped me over and while I couldn’t see his red rocket I was able to feel it launch off and fill me with it’s fuel. Once his fur was thoroughly matted and dirty he let in the jugglers. They withdrew their incredible clubs from their pants and passed them between me with impeccable timing. Never had I been dealt with by so many talented hands all at once. I felt like a chainsaw was tearing me apart with pleasure as they entered and exited me with incredible timing. This continued throughout the night as I was met by countless exotic acts that left me pleasantly exhausted.

These were the acts that I could talk about. By the end of the trip I was educated in ways that would make even Sodom and Gomorrah uncomfortable to talk about. Needless to say when I was dropped off a three hour taxi ride later, I couldn’t hear anyone discuss a Ringmaster without having a small shudder of pleasure.

The Good Samaritans

Roman again. He loves me, he dumps me, he wants me back for a little action on the side? God, what a prick.

I had spent the better part of that Tuesday prepping for an interview with a social/mobile/geolocation app company (after enough time, they all kind of blend together). Whatever it was, the company was full of self-important douchebags who just wanted the opportunity to say whatever new buzzword they had just heard. I was happy to indulge them, as I needed to get out of the house and at least feel like I was doing something. Roman’s unceremonious dumping of my services (both professional and, ahem, unprofessional) had left me in an unproductive funk.

The day was going as well as could be expected until I got a text in the middle of the interview. Apologizing, I took my phone out to silence it, but managed to catch a glimpse of who had sent it.

Roman, of course.

Seeing his name was like a punch in the gut, and I flubbed and stammered my way through the rest of the day, trying to maintain some professionalism as my job prospects sank like the Hindenburg. He didn’t stop at the one text, of course. As I hurried my way to the Diamond Club, the texts continued to arrive.

“Come on, you know you want back on this dick. U KNOW U WANT IT -R”

What I wanted was something to take my mind off of this disaster of a day. The Diamond Club would be the perfect respite, even at 3 on a Tuesday afternoon. When I arrived, the Club was definitely less busy than it usually was. Instead of the sexually charged energy I was used to finding, it almost had a relaxed, coffeehouse vibe. Funny how this place changes to give me exactly what I need, when I need it.

Just as I was settling in to my usual table with a dirty martini, the most magnificent creature appeared. She was an olive-skinned beauty, 5′9″ with the most outrageous curves, and mane of perfectly wavy brown hair.

I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen someone truly beautiful, and each time I’ve had the same reaction. I’m not sure what it looks like, but it feels just like it does in the cartoons - steam exploding out of my ears and tongue hitting the floor like a red carpet. If I could have gotten away with screaming “OWOOOGA,” I just might have. She got on stage and played some songs, but what they were about or what they sounded like, I had no idea. I was in rapture.

Bzzzt.

Roman again, and the spell was broken. My mood turned instantly into pure anger, as I began to angrily punch out a reply. I was tired of being his fallback option, his girl on the side, his doormat…

“I hope you’re not texting your friends to tell them how bad I was.”
I could feel my face going pink, knowing from the sound of her angelic voice exactly who it was.

“Oh, no!! The songs were great! You were amazing! I’m just, y’know… umm… having to deal with an asshole.”

“Boy problems? Say no more. I just thought with the way you were staring at me with your mouth wide open all set you were appalled by how terrible I was.”

“Oh. My. God. I’m sooo sorry. I didn’t know I was acting weird and crazy. Honest, I really enjoyed your songs!”

“Really? Which one was your favorite?”

She had me there.

“Uhhh… the one about the unicorn and the… dolphin and the…”

A look of skepticism was coming over her face. I was losing her. It was time to come clean.

“OK, here’s the truth. I was really distracted by this totally gorgeous woman who got on stage. I didn’t pay too much attention to the songs.”

When she smiled at this last statement, I think I might have melted. This was more than a sexual attraction, it was like something had touched the core my being. In the terminology of this morning’s interview, it was like my system software was being rewritten as I looked into her eyes.

“My looks have been as much a blessing as a curse. If you want to talk about boy problems, I could tell you a few tales.”

And so we did, for what seemed like hours. Sasha (as I learned her name was) had a backstory full of mysterious men from all over the globe. Tours with her band had taken her all over, and she had collected lovers from every corner of the Earth. As we got deeper into conversation, we got physically closer, snuggling up shoulder to shoulder as the Diamond Club started to fill up.

Putting her hand gently on my knee, she asked, “Look I’m meeting some friends for dinner. Would you care to join me?”
I accepted (of course) and we headed down Mission Street, towards downtown.

When I decided to have dinner with a rockstar, this was most definitely not what I was expecting. Instead of a glamorous, exclusive restaurant, I was sitting in a downtown alley that reeked of cat urine. My dinner companions? The better part of San Francisco’s homeless population. Sasha, however, seemed to be in her element. Even in this dump, she still looked stunning.

“Brianna, I want you to meet a friend of mine!” she said, as she went to go embrace a bearded man in one of the alley’s adjacent buildings.

“This is Lewis. He’s the guy who put all this together!”

“Lewis is a bit too formal. You can call me Lew,” he said as he shook my hand.

Lew was a scruffy looking guy for sure, but he had kind eyes and some nice muscles under his dirty blue workshirt. Maybe if he cleaned up a little and shaved, he might have been able to get into the Diamond Club.

“I’ve actually got the first bowls here, for you two. You’re our honored guests for the night,” he said as he handed each of us a bowl of some brown stew.

I ate a spoonful. Not bad. Maybe these homeless people have it easy.

“It’s made with 100% urban foraged ingredients. We didn’t have to pay a single cent to feed all these people here tonight.”

Urban foraged?

“Wait, you mean you got all this dumpster diving?” I asked, spitting the contents of my mouth back into my bowl.

“Absolutely. We run a completely freegan operation here, taking what the high-end groceries and restaurants around here toss away,” he said proudly.
As if my night couldn’t have gotten any worse, the first drops of rain then started falling on our heads. It was gentle at first, then turned into a steady deluge. Sasha had a plan, though.

“Hey, you guys! My hotel is just down the street from here! Do you want to go?!”
Lew and I nodded enthusiastically, and the three of us ran down the street towards Union Square. Sasha’s hotel was a magnificent old hotel that dated back to the turn of the last century. After the alley, it looked like paradise.

We decided to dry out in the elegant hotel bar, where I learned that Lew not only served homeless folks from his makeshift kitchen, but was homeless himself. A cheating wife had driven him to alcoholic madness, but he had managed to pull himself up with the help of San Francisco’s freegan community.

Convinced he wasn’t trying to kill me with his rotten food, I started to kind of admire the guy. Though I must admit Sasha already being smitten with him certainly helped his cause.

Rather shyly, Lew asked, “Hey Sash, you wouldn’t mind me using your shower would you? I’d love to use a fancy hotel shower for one night.”

“You don’t even have to ask, Lewis. You wanna come upstairs with us, Brianna?” she asked, with just the slightest glimmer of mischief in her eye.

So the three of us made our way upstairs to Sasha’s penthouse suite. As Lew went into the bathroom, I marveled at the opulence of it.

“It’s magnificent, isn’t it? Dia always spoils me when I play her club,” Sasha said.
The floor to ceiling windows looked out over Union Square, and I was momentarily speechless. The lights of San Francisco twinkled below us, and I had trouble believing this day was ending so well after the awful way it had began.

As I marveled at the sights, I caught a reflection in the glass of Sasha bending over, slowly removing her skirt and presenting her perfectly round ass for me to see. The black lace thong she was wearing underneath left little to the imagination. She turned back to look at me, the glimmer in her eyes now filled with pure naughtiness.
“So are you going to spend all night enjoying the view, Brianna? Or are you going to partake?”

I turned around, my heart pounding in my chest, my entire body practically trembling with anticipation. Sasha could see my nervousness, and came over to gently embrace me and kiss me on the cheek. She directed me towards the nearest chair and pushed me down in it.

“Now I know you’ve been with other girls before. Just relax,” she said as she slowly gyrated her hips in front of me.

I was transfixed as she pulled her panties down to reveal the loveliest pussy framed by plush, brown curls. She turned around and bent over, giving me full view of her ass and sex. I moved to touch her, wanting desperately to feel her and taste her from the inside. Spinning around, she wagged her finger in front of me.

“Not yet, my dear,” she whispered as she gently nibbled my ear. “Not yet.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. She was fully in control, and I was extremely suggestible with her luscious lips against me. I let her slowly undress me, teasing me at every opportunity with just the slightest of touches. I felt just the faintest hint of her lips, tongue and fingers as they traced the outline of my body. When she finally managed to get my panties off, I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Please,” I whispered.

But she wasn’t having any of it. She slowly circled my clit with just the tip of her tongue, as if she was intent on giving me the most pleasure with the least movement. When I felt like I was nearly going to black out, she finally conceded, placing two of her fingers inside me. I was gushing wet, fully ready for her. Sasha let me feel the fullness of her tongue, as she expertly moved it back and forth across me.

Needless to say, it didn’t take long before I came. Her teasing had wound me up like a coiled spring and my orgasm came as sweet relief. Sasha was just getting started, however, and continued to lick and thrust even after I came. Her movements grew progressively faster and more intense, the combined pressure of her tongue on my clit and her fingers inside me lifting to pleasures I had never before experienced.

Where orgasm number one had been sweet and pleasant, orgasm number two barreled into the room, knocking down everything in its path. The quivering convulsions started in my thighs and quickly spread throughout my entire body. I was in some kind of pleasure earthquake, and couldn’t help but let out a scream when it overtook me.

“Looks like somebody got started without me,” said a voice through the bathroom door.

“Sorry Lewis, I just couldn’t help myself. You’ve gotta be a little careful with this one, though,” Sasha said as she rubbed her head. In the throes of my passion, I must have accidentally kneed her. My voice practically gone, I tried to mouth that I was sorry, but all Sasha did in response was tilt her head in the direction of the bathroom. What I saw was a bit of a shock. Freshly shaved and covered only by a towel around his waist was Lew.

I was right after all. He cleaned up very nicely, indeed.

Getting up on my wobbly knees, I made my way slowly towards him. After what Sasha had just put me through, I was determined to make someone else suffer the same slow tease. He went to embrace me, but I pulled back. I gently kissed his now smooth cheek and moved down his body with just the tip of my tongue. His chiseled chest and abs were a miracle to behold, causing me to briefly consider the cardio workout possibilities of dumpster diving.

Pushing him onto the bed, I slowly unwrapped the towel with my teeth and found him already thick and throbbing. As I began traveling its full length with my lips, another pair of lips started to make their way across my ass. As much as I enjoyed the sensation, I tried to focus on the task at hand. Keeping my eyes fully locked on Lew’s, I placed the full length of his member in my mouth. He let out a moan of pleasure as I rounded his head with my tongue. After a few minutes of this, Sasha’s work on my nether regions started getting me worked up again. The time for teasing was over, and I needed a good old-fashioned fucking.

I made my way back up his amazing chest so I could stick my tongue down his throat as I lowered myself onto him. The feel of his cock in me was marvelous, and I could feel orgasm number three quickly coming on. Sasha came around and placed her ass in his face and began to kiss me gently. The roughness of his cock and sweetness of her lips was more sensation than I can handle, and I quickly came. Whereas the first two orgasms were all intensity and nervous energy, the third was pure satisfaction. Lew and I had only been fucking for a few minutes at most, but I didn’t want to be a cockhog. I pulled myself off and gently massaged his balls as Sasha lowered herself on.

While the two of them went at it, I embraced Sasha from behind and placed my hands around her voluptuous breasts. The two of them fucked like old friends, and it finally became clear to me that I probably wasn’t the first to be in this position. As their rhythm got progressively quicker and rougher, I lowered my hands and began to massage Sasha’s clit. Almost instantly, she loudly announced the arrival of her orgasm.