Authors: Nicola Six
Back at the bar after dancing with one man who thought he was very smooth, and had started running his hand up her dress to feel her ass, Nicola felt a pang of frustration. She had quickly stepped out of reach of his roaming hand, because while this was supposed to be a fun night of "anything goes", she had zero interest in this guy. Greg joined her and took a swig from his glass.
"Sorry, I should have been paying more attention out there. You okay?"
Nicola nodded, feeling silly. They were in a sex club. Who cares if a man she's dancing with cops a feel. But she didn't want his hands anywhere near her. "I'm fine," she said, smiling. "I just need another drink and to loosen up and go with the flow."
"Not if you don't like someone," Greg said. "Just because we're in a sex club doesn't mean you have to do anything."
Nicola looked sidelong at him. "But, you would like to eventually do something."
Greg smiled. "Sure, don't you?"
Nicola signaled the bartender. This time a bare-breasted woman bounced over. Nicola wondered how Greg could act so cool when all of this surrounded them. She looked at him. He was gawking a little. But he was allowed. He was allowed to do anything he wanted.
"Hey, what's up?" She felt a hand on her arm and turned. Grinning at her was a cute young man - so young, in fact, that his black mask made him look like Batman's sidekick. It's Robin without the cape, she thought, giggling inwardly.
"Hi there," she said, sweetly, and turned back to see Greg watching, amused.
The young man tapped her arm. "Hey, have you been here before? I don't think I've seen you here before."
"Do you come here a lot?" Nicola asked.
He nodded. "Whenever they have events where single men are allowed. Sometimes only couples can be here. It's awesome, right?" He picked up his beer. Nicola wondered if he had used a fake ID to get in.
"Are you sure you're old enough to be drinking that?" she asked, taking a motherly tone to discourage him from hitting on her.
"I'm Chris," the boy continued, undeterred. He leaned in and caressed her arm with his free hand. "You're smoking hot. Wanna dance?"
Nicola turned to glare at Greg who was now grinning so wide she thought his face might split. "He's a baby," she mouthed.
"Go on, go dance," Greg laughed. "Young is good!"
"Not this young," Nicola muttered, as Chris pulled her to her feet after Greg gave him a thumbs up.
Blurred Lines
was bopping from the speakers and Nicola relaxed when she saw that Chris was an excellent dancer, and quite cute, and tall. This could be fun, she decided. It's just a dance, after all.
Three songs later, Chris left her to go to the men's room and Nicola returned to the bar, laughing and flushed. She stopped short when she saw the back of a short red dress and blond hair. Perry was talking to Greg. Nicola looked around, wildly searching.
He's here somewhere, he has to be.
The blond head turned and caught sight of Nicola. Perry wore a sparkling red mask to match her dress, which showed all of her curves and beautiful legs. A glittering black necklace dipped into her ample cleavage. Greg sat before her, visibly entranced.
"Nic, how
are
you?" Perry called. She lifted her hand and one of the bartenders pressed a glass of wine into it and ducked away, as if she was a queen. In a way, she was.
Where's the king, I'd like to know
, Nicola thought, walking quickly over to greet her hostess.
"I was just telling Greg you all picked a good night to come out," Perry said, smiling. If she was feeling any of the nervous awkwardness that was consuming Nicola, she didn't show it.
"Yes," Nicola said, "Jack emailed us to let us know about it." As soon as the words came out of her mouth she realized that it might not be protocol for Jack to be emailing her, in Perry's mind. But again, Perry simply nodded and smiled.
Greg stood. "Well, I think maybe we'll take a walk around. Take in some sights. Where will you be, later? I'd love a dance."
"I'll find you," Perry cooed, tilting her head and reaching up for a light kiss. Nicola almost fell over when Greg naturally planted one right on her waiting lips. Perry gave Nicola a finger wave and moved on to talk to other people.
Greg took Nicola's arm. "Let's check out the back rooms," he said. "I'm in the mood to get in the mood, if you know what I mean."
Nicola laughed, relaxing.
Yes
, she thought.
So am I.
The halls were almost as busy as the dance floor. They made their way through the dark, weaving through people who stood watching through windows in the doors, or who were grinding against each other in the hallways. Nicola was growing tingly everywhere. They stopped at one room and peered through the window in the door. A naked man was lying on the bed with a woman between his thighs. She sucked his cock as another woman straddled his face so he could lick her pussy. She writhed on his tongue. Greg moved up behind Nicola and pressed against her. She felt his cock press against her ass. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the next window.
One window had drawn a crowd. They approached the glowing square, providing the only light for the shadowed viewers in the dark hallway. The crowd parted a bit to let them have a look.
Nicola felt a rush of desire flooding her pussy. There were several people in this room. One woman was on her hands and knees on the bed as a man took her roughly from behind, pounding into her as she sucked another naked man's cock who knelt before her. He had her hair in his hands, and he was pulling her head up and down and moaning. Another couple on the bed were watching this and masturbating. Then the woman pushed the man down and straddled him, taking his cock inside of her and riding it roughly.
Greg pulled Nicola away from the window after watching for several minutes, and the crowd quickly filled in to take their place. He dragged her into a shadowy corner and kissed her hard and long. He pressed against her, kneading her ass with both hands and she felt his chest heaving. He broke away and raised an eyebrow, his breathing still heavy. "What do you say we go back to the bar and try to meet people?"
Nicola nodded. She was ready for this.
They made their way out of the halls and emerged into the cavernous club. The lights on the dance floor were pulsing and swirling, matching their sexual energy. They started across the floor toward the bar again but Chris cut them off and caught Nicola by the hand. "Come dance, Nicky! Dude, mind if I steal your wife away, again?"
Greg opened his mouth to say something when suddenly someone else took her other hand and pulled her away from Chris. Startled, she whirled around and nearly bumped into a hard, broad chest. Her hand remained for a moment where it had landed, right on Jack's stomach. The she pulled it away and stepped back.
Chris gave a little bow of defeat and disappeared into the crowd. Nicola stared up at Jack, unable to breath. He was even more stunning than she remembered. His jaw flexed as his full lips smiled down at her. She searched his eyes through his dark mask. He wore a simple black, button down shirt, half unbuttoned, showing off his muscular physique. The bottom of the shirt was tucked into black jeans that showcased his thighs and his -
"Nic, are you okay?" Jack asked, patting her shoulder like a child and reaching around her to shake hands with Greg, who seemed flattered and giddy at having the owner of the club show them such attention.
"Yes, of course," she stammered. What was going on, here? "How are you?"
He smiled wider. "I'm well, well enough. Have you seen Perry? Greg, I think she was looking for you."
Greg puffed with pride. "That's cool, I wonder where she is?" He turned around to search the club with his eyes, eagerly.
Jack turned back to Nicola. "How about joining me for a drink?" He asked, leaning into her so she could hear him over the music. She breathed in his scent and felt her knees grow wobbly.
"Greg," Jack called. "We'll be in my office. I see Perry over by the second bar."
Greg nodded and took off. Nicola watched him go before Jack took her by the arms and stared into her eyes. "We need to talk," he said, his tone becoming less sensual and more commanding.
Jack gripped her hand and nearly dragged her past the bar area and through a door that led to a set of stairs in the back of the club. At the top of the stairs was a balcony area that stretched the length of the dance floor. At one end was a heavy-looking ebony door that Jack opened with a key and pulled her through. He closed the door behind them and she looked around her in awe. They were in an office the size of a studio apartment, complete with a granite-topped bar to one side with four dark stools, luxurious gray carpeting that she felt her heels sinking into, and an ornate crystal chandelier overhead. Jack reached for a control panel on the wall and lowered the lighting.
A giant desk in shining espresso sat to one side of the office, and black leather sofas were in the middle of the vast room, with an espresso coffee table between them. Jack motioned for Nicola to have a seat there, and he strode to the bar and plucked a bottle of Dom Perignon from the fridge behind it. "Champagne?" He asked, his voice clipped, all business.
"Yes, please." Nicola tried to calm herself. She watched him briskly take two glasses from a shelf, pop the cork and pour. Then he pulled off his mask and tossed it aside. Nicola couldn't get over those eyes. The color, his lashes...They were prettier than any woman's. He set down the bottle.
"Take off your mask. We're not at the party anymore."
"You say that as if we're not about to return to it," she snapped, suddenly annoyed.
Don't tell me what to do
. She carefully removed her mask and smoothed out her hair.
He gazed at her. His eyes softened. "I hope we're not going to any time soon," he said. She drew in a shaky breath as he moved from behind the bar and walked toward her.
He handed her champagne and sat down on the opposite couch. She stared at him levelly. Her nerve had returned, and she narrowed her eyes at him.
"What's going on?" she asked.
Jack ran a hand through his dark hair and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "You tell me. You left my party rather abruptly, I would say."
Nicola took a sip of bubbly, liquid courage. "You're telling me I left abruptly? You left me in that bedroom rather abruptly, wouldn't you agree?"
Jack suddenly dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. It was buzzing. He glanced at it and tossed it onto the table. His thick lashes lowered over his eyes. "Maybe I did. It just...wasn't what it should have been."
Nicola felt sick. "I thought it was amazing," she said, her voice coming out barely above a whisper.
Jack was suddenly on his feet. He paced to the back of the sofa and then back again, and across to where she was sitting. He dropped down next to her. "That's not what I meant," he said, quietly. "I meant, afterward, that was supposed to be all. On to the next one. The usual routine." His hand moved to touch her arm with his fingertips. "But that was anything but usual. It was quite unusual, in fact."
Nicola felt herself inch closer to him. She stared into his eyes, searching for laughter or lies. Did he think she was a toy? Did he think she could be teased, or manipulated by a few romantic words? This was not the game he had laid out. This was something else.
"You're right," he said, as if reading her thoughts. He fell back and laced his hands behind his head. "This is not the way the game is played. That's why I left the way I did. I wanted to stay with you all night, in that bed. I wanted to hear all your stories. I wanted to find out what you like to eat at three in the morning after three more orgasms. I wanted to get into your head and look around. It's not supposed to be like that."
Nicola felt a pull in the energy between them. She fought to keep her breathing steady, and began to give in to the pull, moving closer to Jack on the couch. He remained facing forward, but his eyes closed. She reached to unbutton a few more of his shirt buttons and ran her hand inside, over his thick chest. His lips parted slightly and she heard him let out a sigh. Trembling, she removed her hand. "I think I need to find out if Greg is looking for me," she said.
Jack opened his eyes and turned toward her. He leaned in and brushed a light kiss across her lips, his forehead pressing into hers. "Don't bother," he whispered. "Perry sent a text. They're with another couple and getting ready to go to a private room on this floor. They'll stop in on their way to see if we want to join them."
Nicola pulled back, stunned. She stood, and Jack looked up at her, a bemused smile twitching his lips. "Nic?" He asked, innocently.
"This is all part of the game, isn't it?" She demanded. She grabbed her champagne glass and stomped over the bar. "You don't have to lie, Jack," she said, angrily. "I know it's a game, and it's supposed to be all for fun, blah, blah, blah."
"I'm not lying."
She opened her mouth to retort when the door suddenly swung open and a giggling Perry came through, with Greg and another masked couple on their heels. "Hey!" Perry squealed. "We're on our way to the blue room, but figured we'd stop in and see if you all wanted to join us? Ooh, champagne. Anyone want some champagne?" She looked back at her guests, questioningly. The new couple declined.
Greg pulled off his mask and walked over to Nicola and kissed her quickly. "I'll take a glass to go," he said. Perry nodded and flitted behind the bar to pour him one.
"Coming with us?" Greg asked, smiling. His dimples made him look so boyish, one would never guess he was about to go to some blue room for an orgy.