The Bad Girl (2 - The Clique)
This is chapter 2 in a trilogy of short stories. You may care to read the first episode, The Bad Boy, before reading this, but it isn't necessary.
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She pulled into the parking lot at 8:20, right on time. Traipsing through the exterior doors, she felt the thrill through her sinews, hoped tonight would be as divine as some of those in the past. Lisa was behind the desk. "Hey!"
"Hi, Mel, how are you tonight?"
"Fine, hope I'll be doing better by the time I leave!" A little more small talk, Melynda tossed Lisa a twenty dollar bill, small price to pay to get her several itches scratched.
"Listen, just so you know, Reggie's on the guest list tonight," Lisa confided.
Ah, Reggie, it would be good to see him again. Melynda hadn't had the pleasure of his company in almost a year now, although there'd been a few late night phone calls. Melynda could have fallen back into his spell, but she knew her future didn't lie with him. "That's great, tell him to say hi. Does he have a date?"
"No, he's a single."
"Okay, well thanks."
Melynda strolled into the club, assessed the congregation. By this time, the crowd was usually around a quarter of what it would be later. Since there were maybe forty people around, mostly couples hanging at the bar or sitting at the tables with food in front of them, Melynda thought it should be a pretty good group. She headed for one of the private rooms, closed the door, threw her bag onto a bed, went to work. It didn't take her long, she'd put on makeup, daubed her nails and such at home, all that remained was a quick refresh, a change of clothes. As she stripped out of her ordinary blouse and skirt, she felt the blaze of adrenaline hit her. It always started this way, pounding heart, quick breathing, metallic taste. It was perfect, the hormone alerted her to the fact that she was ready!
And she should be, she'd been as celibate as a monk for the past six days, denying herself any male company, not even bringing herself off in the tub or bed. It was part of her ritual, a preparation for a spiritual ceremony, one she felt was as astonishing as those of the pilgrims to Fatima. She stepped to a mirror, surveyed her naked body. Yes, she wasn't bad for her thirty-four years. The short ginger hair fell straight around her oval face, the highlights of which were her powder blue eyes and deep dimples. Melynda didn't think her body lived up to her face, but then age does have it's impact. The breasts, either a B or C cup, depending on the fashion, were starting to sag, just a little, not enough to bother most guys. Her waist was still trim, although lately she'd been putting on just a little weight, she'd have to get serious about her diet again. The legs were still trim, muscular, but she wished they were a little longer. And, there was no hair south of her distinct collarbones. She wouldn't be the best looking woman there that night, but many of the guys would think she was better than simply acceptable.
Out of her bag she drew her first outfit of the night. White blouse, sleeves that curled at the elbows, mid length crow black skirt, pink bra and g-string. She only buttoned four of the seven buttons, the guys always liked a good peek inside. A wide leather belt and svelte pumps completed the array. No pantyhose or nylons, that would just delay the fun when it started. She was ready, opened the door to her fate, strode the halls fronting the private rooms, entered the bar. "Hey, babe!" the bartender called.
"Hi, Jimmy, how's it going?"
"Superb, now that you're here. Seltzer with lemon?"
"Please." Melynda never drank alcohol of any kind early in the evening. It didn't do to dull your senses, not when they were what she was here for. A couple guys gathered round, she fell into mirthful conversation. It was what she expected, a single woman always drew the men. Fifteen minutes passed, all the while Melynda was assaying the prospects around her. She had a plan, and for tonight it was important to pick wisely at first. Not that one, he had too many tattoos. Nor that one, a thick beard, she didn't know what it would smell like. Perhaps that one, a clean cut American patriot!
The mob around her ebbed and flowed, she was confident. If a guy made a joke, she'd return it, often with a double entendre, certainly with an inviting stare into his eyes. If they glanced away, Melynda thought it indicated a lack of confidence, not what she desired, not at first.
She picked one that seemed adequate, invited, "Dance with me." The music at this hour was soft, jazz and rock mostly, themes to get people to warm to the evening, let them eat their dinner and converse in groups. The man and Melynda swayed on the floor, after a couple of songs she let another guy break in. Then she saw Rob, with his wife. What was her name? Elissa, yes that was it. She led her current partner over towards them, Elissa saw her, the dance turned into a foursome, a few minutes later the DJ put a slow dance on, Melynda approached Rob, his arms surrounded her waist.
"It's great to see you again," Rob smiled.
"You, too. You guys with anybody tonight?"
"No, we're here just on a whim. Is Jerry her?"
"I'm all alone."
The questions brought back a memory. A few months ago, Melynda had been here with Jerry. They'd wound up chatting with Rob and Elissa, things had wound up well in a private room.
Melynda and Rob undulated together, she remembered the attentions he paid to her that night, perhaps he thought about the joys he'd found. When the song ended, Melynda converged on Elissa, together they headed to the ladies room. While they powdered their noses, there was a bit of small talk, then Elissa confided, "I don't know what you've got, but Rob couldn't stop talking about you that time."
"I think he's pretty dreamy, you're lucky to have him. Listen, if you don't want to I'd understand, but would you mind if I borrowed him for a while?"
"No, that'd be great. But listen, there's a single guy here that I've had my eye on for awhile. Rob isn't that into threesomes, so I've had to bide my time. Can you wait, see if I can't seal the deal with this guy? If I can, then we can do a foursome in a room. If not, you can have Rob to yourself."
"Sounds good to me," Melynda agreed.
The two women headed back out, both aware of what was likely to transpire. Rob, of course, had no clue, but Melynda grabbed him back out onto the dance floor while Elissa made herself scarce. The music had quickened a little, light techno. They twirled around each other, Rob was the first to make a serious advance, cupping one of her lower cheeks. She parried, turning her back to him, forcing her ass into his groin. Off to the side, she spied Elissa chatting with a good looking black man. So, that's the way it went! She turned to Rob, kissed him,"I want you," she whispered into his ear.
"Fine by me," Rob responded. "Let me go ask Elissa."
"I'll find a place," Melynda suggested. "Meet me there, okay?"
They parted, Melynda found a room, two beds. Just a few moments later, Elissa was at the threshold, dragging her new toy with her. "Mel, this is Jamal," she introduced.
"Hi," Melynda said, to which Jamal responded, "Hey." He was an interesting specimen, tall, slender, perhaps 30 years old. The look he gave Melynda indicated boldness, brazenness, for a moment she envied Elissa her plaything, but behind them was Rob. Melynda approached him for that first kiss of the night, the promise of a savory evening. Rob's mouth was open to her, the taste sweet of breath mints. His hands went to a breast, her ass, she placed hers around his neck.
In a typical date, at her apartment perhaps, with a man she'd been intimate with even, Melynda would expect a modicum of groundwork; kissing, words of passion, a workup to the shedding of clothing. But in this club, most seemed to take that part of the act as inevitable, and so the formalities were dispensed with. Elissa, for example, had already stripped down to panties, folding her blouse and slacks neatly; Jamal, less tidy, was already in the nude.
As the other couple reclined on one of the beds, Melynda started a little less hurriedly, kneeling on the bed, letting Rob watch her as she stripped of her outerwear. Rob got down to his undies, a pretty pair of dark scarlet low rise briefs. They bowed onto the altar, Rob unclasped the bra, started gnawing at her nipples pleasantly. As Melynda took his prick into her palm she watched the action of the other couple. Elissa already had Jamal's erection in her mouth, it seemed a bit bulkier than normal, the mocha colored organ contrasted nicely with Elissa's vanilla skin, the rose of her lips.
Melynda returned from her espionage to concentrate on her own situation and that of Rob's. His finger was now inside her panties, the clit was being stroked, the desired stage of her ardor was approaching. Now he was drawing the satin over her knees, his tongue was there, at the opening, upon the button. Melynda felt the orgasm nearing, tried to resist it - that always made it better when it finally got there. She was successful for perhaps three minutes, in the interim she was watching the other couple. They were in sixty-nine, Elissa's pale frame resting on top of Jamal's dark body. Coos came from her throat, Jamal was obviously adept at the art.
Then it came, that first roar of the evening, and for some strange reason Melynda found that her forearms were shuddering in the euphoria. The eruption rolled over her body, Rob stayed with her even as she bucked, for a brief second the sensation dulled then started again, even more ferociously, Melynda had no sense of time or place. The passion ultimately dialed down, she absorbed that Rob was stroking her entire body mildly, Jamal was watching, his huge brown eyes locked into hers.
Now that she was back with the mortals again, she understood that the time had come to amuse her partner, she squiggled down, the already hard rod was suckled by her mouth. His precum was mild, she liked the way it coated her tongue, the way the baton twitched as she sucked and licked. Rob seemed ready, it was he that pushed her away, then dragged her until they were facing each other. "You're sexier than hell," he complimented, to which she replied, "You ain't seen nothin' yet."
She rolled on top of him, her breasts fell onto his chest, her legs splayed to either side, the private parts were inches from being linked. Without using hands she attempted penetration, but the skin was too slippery, fingers were needed to guide the missile into the dock, rendezvous was complete. As the upper partner, Melynda knew she was most responsible for movement, and she rubbed and squished pleasantly. Rob had his eyes closed, he was savoring every moment with his strange partner. Realizing that her g-spot was being missed, Melynda rose to nearly vertical, that was better. On the other bed, the couple was linked, Elissa on her back, Jamal was inside her, beside her, his movements were quick, Elissa's breasts bounced forwards and back with the lunges, shrieks foaming from her lips.
And now, Melynda felt the wonderful tingle returning, another set of orgasms hit her, she caromed on top of her crony. Without waiting for her to finish, Rob pulled her off and into a kneeling position, positioned himself behind her, inserted again. This was even better, he reached around to cup a nipple, she somehow remained up on that wondrous plateau. Through the mist, she heard the cries of the other woman, and raucous squawks from Jamal; it was obvious that Elissa's dreams had come true. And quickly after, a rumbling within her vagina warned Melynda that Rob was soon to spray, she pushed back to give him a firm target. A sense of moist warmth spread around her genitals as she heard a low roar from her partner, she'd given him what he wanted, needed.
Bodies rearranged, a cool front spread through the room, the two couples becalmed. Whispers of appreciation, compliments were heard, the married couple asked each other if it was good, the strangers told of a wondrous experience. In true swinger fashion, the entire escapade lasted less than three-quarters of an hour, Elissa was the first to grab her panties, Rob followed suit in dressing, Melynda felt no compulsion to follow, although Jamal sat on the side of the bed and put his boxers on, he donned no other clothes. After he was cloaked, Rob gave Melynda a final kiss, pet and word of appreciation, Elissa did the same for her lover, then they were out the door.
Jamal looked to the naked woman on the opposite bed, said, "How you doin'?"
