I looked at myself in the mirror of the hotel suite. I had been fulfilling my own desires and fantasies of others for several months now. I have to admit that I loved every minute of it. I loved how it felt being wanted by so many. The sense of power it gave me turned me on and liberated me at the same time. The anonymous nature of it made it easier for me to hide behind my pain.
It was just sex I would tell myself. It was nothing like the sexual encounters I had with my fiancé. In the club there was never any love involved merely pleasure. He was gone now and Tori reminded herself that was why she was really here. To find out who took him from her.
I glanced at myself in the mirror again. Whoever was waiting for me in the next room had exquisite taste. The pink lace negligee was the perfect compliment to my pale skin. It was as if it was picked out with me in mind and perhaps it was. It tied in front just over my perky breasts which now stood at attention. All he needed to do was untie it like a gift and I would pop out ready for his hands, his mouth or his tongue. The thought made liquid pool into my matching silk and lace panties.
I was ready for him, her or maybe even them. I never knew what to expect with The Sex Club. Just an invite and a package of what to wear was all the clue I ever got. That was part of the allure. I often found myself constantly aroused wondering when another package would arrive. It was like Christmas all the time. Sexy expensive clothes with designer shoes. What more could a girl ask for? Great sex? Got that covered too.
I walked over to the adjoining door in my new high heeled shoes the color of nude. I knocked lightly and heard a deep voice say "Come in," with a slight chuckle. I knew that voice and it irritated the hell out of me. Feeling my arousal and frustration mount I walked into his suite. Only one man could do that to me simultaneously. I looked over at the couch where he was seated leisurely drinking some expensive brand of scotch no doubt. He set the glass down on the end table. He looked me up and down as he smiled broadly and his blue eyes glinted damn it, actually glinted! His one eyebrow shot up, "Expecting someone else Doll?" He said annoyingly.
"Don't call me Doll," I mouthed off.
"Awww, but you really do look like one and I so love coming up with pet names for you." He waited for my annoyance to show on my face and when it did it seemed to amuse him. " I have so many names for you. I was planning on trying them all out tonight but I think I might save some for later. It's just so much fun."
"I do not look like a doll," was all I could come up with. Sometimes he spoke to me and I could barely keep up with him. My traitorous body was always responding to him. I glanced down at my self and realized with the baby doll negligee in pastel pink and the curls I had purposely set in my hair he was right. I looked like a doll and that was exactly what he wanted. I sighed loudly.
"A sex doll maybe," His voice went all sexy again and gone was the amusement in his eyes. All you could see is lust in them now. I hated it when he did that. He could go from amusingly funny to serious to seriously turned on and it was as if a switch went off in me and i could feel the familiar answering tingle deep inside. "Yes, you're my sex doll aren't you? At least for tonight. Come closer so I can get a better look at you " He raised his hand and gave the slight gesture with his fingers signaling come here. My body did what he told me to do as it always did. If I was honest with myself and really I'm a no good liar my mind was all in too. I sauntered over to him and stopped just short of our legs touching. It was too fucking close.
I looked him over with his arms outstretched across the back of the couch and his long legs open how a real man sits. His hair was a dirty blonde and my fingers itched to touch it. I especially liked the way the ends curled up. I wanted to find a flaw and could honestly say that his nose was too big but it didn't matter one bit. I still found him devastatingly handsome.
He had a commanding aura about him and a relaxed air of confidence that taken together made sure he was a hit with all the women in the sex club. I was certainly not jealous of any of them. I couldn't help but look in his lap to see if he was straining against his pants. I hope so and I hope it was uncomfortable. Why then did I want to climb onto his lap and ease that ache for him. My heart was beating so fast by now that I feared it might explode.
"The curls are a nice touch. Did you do that for me Tori?"
