Chapter Six
Michael Bentley, Chief Executive of Sex Addicts Anonymous, had spent the afternoon listening to a very attractive woman explaining how she had become involved and enjoyed sex with four men at the same time. She was there she said because she was worried that she was addicted to sex. She went into such detail and explained it all so fluently that her words had him on the very edge of his seat with a big note pad to cover up the ache in his trousers.
The woman in question was Josephine Templeton; attractive and intelligent and so very, very sexual. By the end of the session, Michael had realised that he was extremely attracted to her and could hardly wait to hear her next revelations, which she had promised to deliver the next day.
After showing her out, when he got back to his desk, he plopped down in his chair and ran his hands through his hair, thinking back over the past hour, wondering what just happened. This woman, her story, the way she told it... fuck he liked her; she was everything he wanted in a woman and she had landed in his lap, proverbially speaking anyway. The experience was just like watching a very horny porn film, but with no images, just sound -- he hadn't seen a porn film for a long time, and even then it wasn't as horny as this had felt. Bloody hell, he could almost imagine it all. Would he want to be one of the men, or would he want to be the masseur, 'the man in charge?' - Who cares, he just wanted to be involved. Actually, he just wanted her.
Michael couldn't wait to hear the rest of her story. He guessed it would be even more intense than the first part. Once she had confessed all, he would tell her that he wanted to see her outside of the SAA. He would take her out for dinner, wine her, dine her, and hopefully seduce her... see if he might be enough for her... for a while, at least. But first he would have to figure out a way around the 'no fraternising with clients rule'. It was the rule that he had personally introduced, saying it just wasn't professional to behave otherwise.
He didn't care, he felt excited. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.
That night, Michael knew that he had to get out. After listening to Josephine talk of how she felt about the sex, how often she had climaxed, what the men did to her and what she did to them, he was unable to concentrate on anything else. During his final sessions of the day, his mind had strayed to visions of her and he couldn't help but imagine her naked and begging him to fuck her.
Now, a few hours later, those same visions invaded his brain again. He decided he would go out and shook his head to dispel the powerful images that floated into his head.
Michael made his way to Felina's where he could sit at the bar and watch the fetish world go by. Felina's was an exclusive club that catered for people with specific sexual tastes and fetishes. The clientele were elite and wealthy and craved discretion and privacy as well as varying levels of sexual adventure or kink; and the very dark and very discreet Felina's could and would cater to any number of fantasies for its clients.
Management at Felina's generally frowned on single men sitting around, but made an exception for Michael, probably because he had been coming for so long. He often called ahead just to see if there was something that he could join in with - perhaps someone might have a fantasy that called for a tall, well built man with big strong equipment!
The first time, it was management that had approached him about it... would he like to join a man and his wife who wanted to experience the thrill of a second man? Although there was nothing regular, something similar had happened a few times since. He always enjoyed it but still, it sometimes left him wanting something more.
