The Vaulted wasn't exactly a secret.
As a former munitions factory on a sleepy tree lined street downtown; it had been repurposed several times over the years- with its current incarnation the longest lasting. It began in the eighties as a gay bathhouse before running into troubles in the nineties. It had been on its last legs when new owners helped the space greet the new millennium as a full on sex club, heralding in a new era of sex positivity.
I had only dared to enter in my last year of college, when a late night party grew small, quiet and horny. Someone had suggested we pop in, and from then on I was hooked. My regular attendance inevitably lead to part time work overnights while I schlepped around as a commercial artist, and I hate to say it- but being there all the time kinda killed the mood for me.
Maybe it was the rude patrons, or having to run out some of the creepier, less abiding guests. It could have also been the rotating horror show of messes some folks leave behind for us to clean up. Nonetheless, by the time I'd closed out my first year at the Vaulted, my desire for sex was nil. I could slip in and out of rooms with the most incredible bodies doing the most insane things, or poke my head into an orgy and never flinch. Genitals, tits, asses- just another day in the life.
Until I saw him,
The blonde curly mop, the cleft in his chin, the smooth baby face that made him look younger than he was. His name was Alan, and if we're being honest, he looked like any five men you'd see on your morning commute. The only thing remotely special about Alan was that he worked at a design firm I freelanced at.
Now as generic as he was, I could only imagine how imperceptible I would have been to Alan. At work I was a transient - hoping to get picked up, working the floor, praying for face time with someone who could keep me employed. At most he maybe said hi to a group of us in the elevator once. At the club, I was support staff- rarely working the cash or dealing with memberships. If I was seen it was with a mop in hand skirting the darkened halls and avoiding eye contact. I enjoyed the invisibility and the freedom it offered.
It was happenstance that I'd ever even noticed Alan at the club. A patron had said that someone had been sick in "the chute", and I'd been called to shut down the space until it had been thoroughly cleaned. The "chute" was a long skinny hallway that cut through a series of small rooms, one-way mirrors offering entrants a front row view of all the activities that played out within. It was purposefully kept dark as to not bleed light into any of the rooms, and everyone who went to play was made aware that they could be watched. Which I imagine was the point.
After closing down the hallway, I was relieved to find that the mess wasn't from someone getting sick, but a puddle of spilled sangria with stepped on fruit. I bent over to scoop up the mashed pineapple before passing the mop over the juice. When I stood up I saw the door to the room in front of me open and a dark haired mom type giddily lead her partner inside. I didn't recognize him at first, what being naked and all- but as my eyes travelled up his doughy body I found my eyes and mouth widening as I clocked the face.
Alan leant down to playfully kiss and embrace the shorter woman, a contented relaxed look upon his face. He held her there as he looked down at her adoringly. The familiarity and chemistry between the two was unmistakable and I wondered who they were to each other. Was that his wife? Girlfriend? Stranger? I didn't see any wedding rings on either so...
The two of them easily smiled at one another as they spoke, their bodies gently swaying in unison as Alan's hands caressed the folds of her back. You could see the marks from her bra on the skin where he touched her, imagining how nice that must have felt. I was lost in their casual nudity and lack of eagerness. While I could see Alan's long pink hard-on squeezed between their bellies, nobody was rushing to the actual sex- they just stood there hugging one another and sharing a kiss between bits of chit chat. It was when he snaked his hand up her spine and gripped the back of her neck that it seemed things would begin in earnest. His kiss was harder and longer, his body seeming larger as he pushed her backwards into his arm.
Then they stumbled, breaking them apart and causing them to bust out in fits of laughter. I watched their bodies jiggle as they jokingly reenacted the moment, with Alan taking a pratfall to the lower bench. His face looked warm as he settled down on the vinyl mat, propped up on one arm with one knee pulled up. His female companion laid down beside him, causing Alan to fish out a bolster from behind and slip it under her head. He calmly surveyed her body as she lay before him, running a smooth hand over her belly and down her thigh. The woman gripped her fleshy middle and I could almost hear the self effacing complaint. Alan dipped down and kissed her tummy, which felt kind- but with each successive kiss he would look up at her with a grin and move towards her chest. She smiled back and gripped his head when he buried himself between her large breasts.
I expected something more to happen, but couldn't pull my eyes away from the two of them as they just lay there. She held him to her bosom, fingering his hair as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. That and their breathing were the only signs of movement in this human still life- and yet once again, I could not look away. I leaned my elbows against the sill, and nearly pressed my face to the one-way glass as the two seemed to nap.
In some time, I watched as Alan's hand returned to his friend's stomach, his fingers tracing lines around the divots on her hips, swooping down to tease and tickle. He kept almost a lyrical rhythm as his circles began to take more territory from between her legs and inside her thighs. I watched as she closed her eyes and exhaled. Alan's face was now more alert and focussed on the task at hand. He splayed his fingers out, running them through the dense pubic hair atop his lovers mound, before arcing his ring finger downward and between her lips. My eyes darted up to catch the woman's face, her mouth opening suddenly in a languorous pout. Alan had moved his face to smell her musky curls, sending a shiver of arousal through my groin. He had inserted a couple fingers and was lazily sawing away at his friends cunt, periodically glancing up to gauge her reaction.
I began to feel bad, taking in so much of their intimacy, but reminded myself of where I was. We'd all signed up for this after all. They knew someone might be watching. Looking down the empty hall though I did snap out of my trance to remember I was still at work. I'd cleaned up the mess and taken a little... personal time. I should get back to things.
Taking one last look, I saw Alan shift down on the mattress and plant his face between the woman's legs. From the movement of his head, I knew I'd be leaving right when things were getting good. I took my hands out of my pants and grabbed the mop and bucket.
It was a Tuesday when I found myself back at the office for my day job. I had taken my mid afternoon break, heading out to the coffee counter in the foyer when a group of men pushed some tables together, and I finally saw him.
Alan was dressed in khakis and a neatly patterned shirt with his pass dangling around his neck from a blue lanyard. His eyes looked sharp and attentive as he listened to an older man who talked animatedly with his hands. Alan seemed to be late on a joke, but made up for it by doubling down on laughing hard at whatever was said. It obviously couldn't have been THAT funny I thought. I watched as he leaned forward across the table, his eyes dancing from one speaker to another as he blandly nodded. He did this thing where he brought his coffee up to his mouth, then darted his tongue out to test the temperature. It made me think of the last time I'd seen that mouth at work.
Agh. Shake it off. I tried to concentrate on my empty notepad while I waited for my drink, but I kept glimpsing over to the group of men. Then just as quickly as they had started, the team dispersed and I watched as Alan patted some arms, and strode off to the elevator. He looked so much taller and skinnier with his clothes on, but kept a more scattered, nervous look in his eyes.
Weeks later, it was nearing 2am on a Friday night when I'd been tasked with doing a walk through to gather cups and garbage around the club. I put on some gloves and grabbed a bag and mini flashlight and headed out.
The chute had been fairly busy early on, but the evening crowds had fucked themselves tired and vacated, with the younger kids from the club district arriving sometime soon. I walked down the hall past a middle aged couple, and a single guy- mindful of all the activity going on in the rooms. I was elated by the time I got to the far end where no one was around and saw him once more.
Alan was naked and kneeling on the mattress, angling his cock into the petite backside of an asian girl who was on all fours. I almost didn't recognize him at first, because there was a third person in the room who's ass was nearly pressed up against the mirror. These hairy cheeks belonged to someone stuffing the girls mouth with cock. I decided, based on nothing, that this would be the asian girls boyfriend; a brutish looking ginger with a sturdy rugby body and bad tribal tattoos. The boyfriend's thighs were thick and muscled, which oddly made me appreciate Alan's soft and simple self. I watched as he kneaded the girl's bony butt with his hands, spying the edge of the condom at the base of his shaft as he pounded away on her.
The ginger pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood back to take in the scene. He stepped beside Alan and nudged him to shift over. Barely stopping mid-thrust, Alan helped reposition the girl's body so he would be standing on the ground as they fucked. The ginger then crept up behind Alan and pushed up against his backside, wedging his cock between those pale cheeks. Things momentarily slowed while Alan leaned back into the shorter man's embrace, his head turning for a sloppy tongue kiss.
I enjoyed the shock of the moment - watching the two men be so crudely intimate, never mind while sharing a woman. My mind went back to the foyer at work, remembering how Alan interacted with the alpha male business types. Seeing this play out before me now just added a multitude of dimensions to my perceptions of him. I casually wondered if he was bisexual or just good and willing to play along. Was he threatened by the shorter, stronger looking guy? Was this not a cuck type situation? My imagination was on fire with possibilities. The ginger dropped to his knees and turned to lean back against the bench. He stuck his face into the dark between Alan's legs, seemingly licking his girl while giving Al a ball washing. I smiled to myself just as I felt a tap on my shoulder.
