Ingrid's reeked of stale Marlboro lights and sour beer but the club was not what she came for. Trish pushed through the undulating crowd of dancers as her eyes scanning the room for her husband Danny. As she walked through Ingrid's it looked like MTV vomited all over the dance floor. The college girls looked malnourished and bony ranging from size 0 to size 5. Some of these women had drinks in their hands and some were just plain drunk. Most of the guys wore khaki pants, Polo or Izod shirts with ball caps adorned with various Greek letters. A majority of the women wore miniskirts with short blouses or halter tops and heels. Her dark brown eyes flickered from face to face as the club lights bounced in unison to the monotone beat of techno. Trish muscled her 5'8" size 16 through the crowd, bumping a couple of the tiny women to angry protest and headed for the VIP room, "Whatever bitches" Trish spat.
Trish crept up the tight staircase and was confronted by a stern looking Black man of at least 6'6" guarding the door. His close cropped hair and small goatee made him look like an undercover cop. His skin was as dark as bitter sweet chocolate with soft hazel eyes that seemed to shred through her thin top. She walked up to him tugging at the straps of her bra and adjusting her 44 double d's before reaching inside her left cup and pulling out a crisp 100 dollar bill. His eyes snapped to the Franklin as she slid it into his warm hand all the while squeezing his crotch with the other. He opened the door and then playfully swatted her on the ass as she crossed the threshold.
Ingrid's was a swingers club long before it was a college hangout. And the owner only kept the swingers that she trusted. Danny loved Ingrid's but Trish always felt like he was there only to half-fuck other women. She liked to call him the, "20 Pump Kid." But she had to admit it was fun to watch the look on his face as he sat flaccid watching her suck a woman dry. The VIP room was cordoned off into six smaller rooms each with a separate color and price. The Gold room was the most exclusive, reserved for long time members. It contained a private oversized shower, Jacuzzi, a gold queen sized couch with matching chaise and a flat panel television for piped in porn. The walls were sound proof and trimmed in gold leaf and decorated with fat cherubs of every size. Trish took the comb from the back of her head letting her heavy chestnut hair fall across her shoulders. Reaching under her navy blue skirt she removed her white lace boy shorts and tossed them to a couple regulars, Evan and Charlie, sitting at the private bar. She strode defiantly towards the Gold room, slowly opening the door.
Trish was met by the thick odor of ginger, cinnamon and sex, mixing in the air. Danny had started without her. Looking at her cell phone it was 10:18pm, she was actually early, "Greedy bastard" she muttered. Her eyes strained to see in a room only lit by tiny tea lights. Trish stood at the foot of the bed and slowly pulled at her zipper letting her skirt fall to the floor. Goose bumps sprinted down her arms and across her chest kissing her aching nipples. She removed her blouse and unsnapped the front clasp of her bra, holding her breasts with her right arm and then removing the straps from her shoulders. She let the bra fall to the floor. It was show time.
Trish slid under the cotton sheets caressing the soft legs of the woman as she crawled up behind her. Trish stroked the woman's full bottom as she made her way to her shoulders. She suckled at the tender flesh between her shoulder blades and drew a line with her warm wet tongue to the base of her neck. She could feel the woman shiver under her lips. Trish gently nibbled the woman's neck and licked her earlobes. She could feel the juices from her own sex drip between her thighs. The woman rolled over on her back spreading her legs apart. Danny slid out of the bed locking the door as Trish crawled atop the woman pressing their bodies close together.
The woman's erect nipples brushing Trish's chest, made own her sex throb for attention. She pressed her lips around the woman's mouth tasting mint as their tongues bumped, circled and battled for dominance. Trish withdrew with a loud, "SMACK!" She sucked at the woman's soft full lips. Danny had picked a good one this time. Trish loved lips. Trish peppered her perfumed neck with light kisses before her tongue found the spot between the woman's shoulder and the jaw line. She paused there, drawing small circles and nibbling the tender flesh. Their pelvis met in a gentle grind. Trish lifted one the woman's large breast feeling its weight before shoving a thick nipple between her greedy lips. The nipple was already engorged and drew tighter in her mouth, as soft moans escaped the woman's throat. She picked up the other breast shoving its nipple in her mouth and caught a glimpse of a coffee brown areola. The woman's legs spread farther apart as she rubbed her moist nest across Trish's stomach. It was time.
Trish crawled down between the woman's legs paying attention to the innermost part of the thigh where the fat was the thickest. It was the good spot. It was a spot that men ignore. Trish's expert mouth made the woman's juices flow and twist with every flash of her tongue. It wasn't foreplay it was ten-play at its best. Finally Trish pushed the woman's legs back toward her chest and planted her lips firmly on her moistened sex. She teased her engorged clitoris with her hot breath and probed her opening with serpent like flicker of her tongue. She gulped at the tart juices that flowed there. Pushing her tongue between the folds of her sex Trish found the clitoral hood. She pushed the covering back with her lips and sucked the erect pink bud before letting the hood slid back in place. The woman grabbed her legs and pulled them back pushing her sex closer towards Trish's mouth. Trish had her on the ropes. As her tongue explored the woman's sphincter, letting it tease the tight flesh, trying to push into its virgin territory. The woman winced under Trish's assault her legs shaking uncontrollably and her breathing becoming nothing more than irregular sips of warm air. Trish smiled knowing it wouldn't be long until the woman came and another girlfriend would be born.
