The Club Pt 01 6

James dragged himself through the door, feeling the weight of another long day at work. He scooped up the day's mail, flicking through the bills and junk, but missed the silver envelope that slipped to the floor. He tossed the rest of the mail onto the kitchen counter and sighed, beginning the routine of making dinner for one.

"Guess it's just me again," he muttered as he stirred the pasta, the boiling water bubbling away like a quiet, lonely symphony.

Sat alone at his small kitchen table, the empty chair across from him a painful reminder of his recent breakup. Picking at the simple dinner he'd prepared for himself; he couldn't help but feel the weight of loneliness crushing him. He sighed, pushing away his half-eaten meal.

"God, I need to do something about this," he muttered under his breath, as he wandered back into the living area and noticed the fallen envelope. Bright silver, he wondered how he had missed it originally by picking it up, its elegant texture and intricate design struck him. It screamed exclusively. Curious, he carefully opened the envelope and read the invitation to an exclusive club. The name seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on where he'd heard it.

"Let's see what we have here," James murmured, tapping away on his laptop, searching for information about this mysterious club. No matter which combination of keywords he tried, nothing came up. Frustration simmered beneath his curiosity.

"Damn, it's like they don't exist at all," he thought, leaning back in his chair. The invitation enticed him further, promising a world of pleasure and excitement far from his mundane life. He hesitated, wondering if he should even entertain the idea of going.

He took another look at the invitation, the date, and time was a week away.

Over the course of the next week, he went back and forward over if he should go or not. Eventually, on the day that he was to attend, he decided nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Just before the invited time, James found himself standing before the club entrance. He pushed his way into a simple lobby that wouldn't look out of place in any law firm. A bored-looking woman sat behind a simple desk. She looked up and smiled at him.

"Can I help, sir?" she asked.

"Um, I have an invitation here," James stammered, fumbling for the invitation in his pocket.

"Ah, you must be James," she said. It almost looked like someone had thrown a switch. James would almost swear that the girl now sitting at the desk was someone different, "Mitch and James are waiting for you inside the club, they will give you the tour and introduce to the rules of the club. Enjoy your stay with us," she said, indicating the door behind her.

As he pushed open the door, he was greeted by the sight of a beautiful girl displayed in the centre of the room.

His gaze landed on her -- a living work of art. She was displayed in the centre of the room, her naked body draped over a luxurious chaise lounge. Her every curve and contour beckoned to James, drawing him closer like a moth to a flame.

"Wow," he whispered as he stood before her. Her breasts were full and round, tipped with rosy nipples that seemed to beg for attention. Her hips flared out invitingly, framing her smooth, shaved pussy that glistened enticingly. He could feel his arousal growing, pulsing with each subtle flex of her thighs.

"Ah, James!" Mitch's voice boomed, breaking him from his trance. "I see you've found our lovely centrepiece."

"Y-yeah," stammered James, feeling heat rush to his cheeks. "She's... stunning."

"Exquisite, isn't she?" agreed Mitch, a proud smile curling his lips. "Now, let's discuss the rules."

David stepped forward, his imposing presence commanding James' attention.

"Come along. We have much to show you," said David, guiding James towards an enormous stage where a multitude of women danced seductively. Their movements were hypnotic, each one more enchanting than the last. The sheer variety of girls was overwhelming -- tall, petite, curvy, slender, and every shade and hue of skin imaginable.

As he was guided to a table, Mitch began what felt like a well prepared and practiced speech.

"We have 4 rules here that I have to tell you about. Firstly, and most importantly. We do not exist. You do not talk about us outside of these walls. Discretion is paramount. What happens here stays here. No exceptions. Secondly, the wait staff is off limits. You can not touch them. All the other girls are fair game, and you should feel free to touch them. Third. Nothing illegal, everything and everyone here is of legal age, we will not allow anything underage to fly, Fourth. All girls have a safe word of orange, if anyone says orange to you, you are to immediately stop what you are doing and await the girl to give you instructions on what to do next. Break any of the rules and David will have to visit you. You do not want David to pay you a visit," Mitch concluded.

David, who James had dismissed as Mitch was speaking, glared at James, the threat fully implied by what a visit from him would entail.

As James sat down, he noticed a tablet device attached to the table, at the same time a woman come over from the side of the stage to start dancing and stripping off in front of him.

Mitch smiled at the woman and indicated the tablet in front of James, "On that you can order yourself any drink you want, and one of our servers will bring it over to you, you can pick a different dancer to suit your own tastes of that. You can also book one of our private rooms. There is a full list of girls and what services we offer. If you go for a private room, once you have made all your selections, a number and a code will come up. Private rooms are off to the side there, go to the room number and enter your code. Any questions?"

"Um...no...not right now, I don't think anyway," James said, his eyes darting from the tablet, to the girl in front of him, to other girls on the stage.

"Ok well if you need anything, one of the servers will be able to help, and enjoy your stay with us, we hope you enjoy your stay today, and come back as often as you like," Mitch said as he disappeared, David was already away off.

"Fuck me," James whispered under his breath as his eyes darting across the various options displayed before him. He was feeling both aroused and repulsed by some of the explicit acts listed. He couldn't believe how many girls there were, each with a long list of offered sex acts. Eventually he came across Laura's profile, a petite girl with a shy smile in her profile picture, reading her profile she had just turned 21, standing at a mere 5ft 2, boasting small breasts and a bald pussy. Something about her innocence captivated him, drawing him in.

"Alright, let's see what you've got," he mumbled to himself, tapping on her profile. A smaller selection of sex acts appeared compared to the other girls, but one caught his eye -- the 69. The thought of having her delicate body straddling his face while she pleasured him was enticing.

"Is this really what I want?" he pondered, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty welling up inside. He knew that once he made his selection, there was no turning back. With a deep breath, he pressed the button to confirm his choice.

"Here goes nothing," he whispered, steeling himself for what lay ahead.

The door clicked shut behind James, sealing him in the dimly lit room. His heart hammered against his chest as he took in the plain surroundings, devoid of any distractions. A single bed with crisp white sheets dominated the space, the only promise of pleasure in a sea of sterile anonymity.

"Hey, you must be James." A soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he turned to find Laura already there, naked and waiting. Her petite frame was bathed in the gentle glow of the room's muted lighting, her shy smile a beacon of warmth in the otherwise cold atmosphere.

"Hi, Laura," James managed to croak out, swallowing nervously. She approached him, her small breasts swaying slightly with each step.

"Top or bottom?" she asked without preamble, her eyes never leaving his. It was a simple question, but one that held so much power -- the choice would dictate the course of their encounter.

"Um, bottom, I guess," James replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't help but admire her confidence. Despite her inexperience, she carried herself with a quiet certainty that put him at ease.

"Good choice," Laura said, a hint of playfulness creeping into her tone. "Lie down."

James complied, settling onto the bed with his head propped up by a pillow. His pulse raced as Laura climbed onto the bed, straddling his face. The musky scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, intoxicating and inviting. He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to proceed.

"Go ahead," Laura encouraged gently, sensing his hesitation. "Don't be shy."

With that, James parted her velvety folds with his tongue, delving into her moist depths. Laura gasped softly and reciprocated, taking his throbbing length into her mouth. The sensation of her warm lips enveloping him sent shivers down his spine.

As their bodies intertwined, James surrendered to the primal dance of pleasure. Worries and inhibitions faded away, replaced by a symphony of carnal delight. His tongue explored Laura's delicate folds, savouring her sweet nectar as she skilfully undid his zipper, freeing his cock, and caressed him with her lips and tongue.

"God, this feels amazing," James thought, his mind reeling from the onslaught of sensation. The room seemed to shrink around them, the world outside blurring into insignificance as they lost themselves in each other.

With every stroke of Laura's tongue, every teasing graze of her teeth, James felt himself inching closer to the edge. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a testament to the power of human connection. And in that moment, nothing else mattered -- there was only them, and the ecstasy they shared.

Eventually, the pleasure grew too intense, and James found himself spilling over into a blissful climax, groaning in pleasure as his body shook with electric delight.

Moments later, Laura followed, the crest of her own orgasm echoing his.

"That was... incredible," he whispered, as Laura rolled off him, standing beside the bed.

"Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said softly, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I did," he said, pushing himself up to sit on the edge of the bed, a satisfied smile on his lips. He could hardly believe what had just happened. This place was definitely full of surprises.

He did up his zipper, and stood up, Laura was standing where he first laid eyes upon her, no longer paying him any attention, he walked towards the door and said bye, but Laura never responded, he shrugged to himself and walked out the door hearing it click behind him.

He went back to the table he was at prior and ordered himself a drink.

The server who brought his drink was heavy set blond, in a blue teddy. Hugging her curves, she set his drink down. He watched her leave and couldn't help but admire what he was seeing.

"I never knew a place like this existed or that it could be so...enjoyable" he thought as he sipped on his drink, his eyes drawn to the screen in front of him again.

"I wonder what else this thing might have for me tonight," he wondered.

He allowed himself to become lost in the endless selection of girls, each one more attractive than the last. As he scrolled through the profiles, he felt himself becoming increasingly aroused. He noticed a few of the profiles offered more extreme sex acts, and part of him wanted to try them out. He wanted to push his boundaries and explore something new.

But at the same time, he didn't want to go too far and end up feeling uncomfortable. He mulled it over for a while as he continued browsing, eventually deciding that his first visit wasn't the night to try being over ambitious.

He kept scrolling until he found a girl that caught his eye. Her name was Tiffany, and she was beautiful. She had long brown hair that was tied back in a ponytail, and bright green eyes. Reading her profile, James saw that she offered a variety of sex acts. As he read over the different acts and positions that she offered he felt his heart racing in anticipation, he selected a few different acts, starting with a striptease, he selected to have her pleasure herself in front of him, and he selected a couple of different positions, none of which he had tried before, and pressed the confirm button before he could change his mind. He downed his drink and went off to the chosen room.

He entered the room hearing the door lock behind him, this room was totally different from the one he was in with Laura, this time round there was a large velvet armchair in the centre of the room, its arms wide enough to nearly be seats themselves, off to one side of the room facing the chair was a large bed and on the other side behind the chair there was a table with a selection of toys and a cd player.

Tiffany was standing over by the cd player. She turned around to look at James and smiled. "Hi, you must be James. Have a set and we will get started, shall we? "

James found himself getting instantly aroused. Tiffany's profile picture didn't do her any justice. She was wearing a vest top that showed ample cleavage, and a skirt that just about covered her ass. James nodded as he moved to the armchair and sat down.

Tiffany starts the music, a slow RnB beat, and she started to move her body in a seductive manner. James watched hungrily, he could feel his arousal growing as Tiffany continued to move her body around, each movement was slow but incredibly sensual.

Tiffany slowly unbuttoned her vest top and let it fall down her shoulders and arms, she was wearing a red lingerie set beneath it, that perfectly matched her skirt and clung to her body in all the right places. James couldn't take his eyes off her, he was mesmerised by her beauty as she moved around the room, her body gliding from one move to the next.

Tiffany moved around behind James and placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing her body against his. He could feel the heat coming from her as her breasts pressed against his neck and back.

The sensation was overwhelming, and he found himself struggling to keep his arousal in check. He was very much enjoying the show that Tiffany was putting on; she moved around and straddled him, pressing her breasts into his face, rubbing herself against him, she leaned back removing her bra, and draping it over his face as she stood up, turning around to slowly, teasingly remove her thong.

"Oh god," he thought, his eyes widening in shock and delight as her perfect ass came into view for a moment before she turned again. He felt a stirring in his pants and shifted awkwardly in his seat, his arousal flowing through him like a river.

She dropped her thong to the floor and moved back in front of him, her body now totally naked. She took a bottle of oil and began to rub it over her body, slowly and sensually. As she did so, James could feel himself becoming a bit overwhelmed by the display before him.

"So, do you want me to pleasure myself on the chair, or are you wanting me on the bed?" She asked, looking at James, seeming to have frozen, waiting for an answer.

"The Bed I suppose," James responds, thinking that chair he was in had a perfect view of the bed.

Tiffany walked over to the table and selected a couple of toys off the table and walked over to the bed, letting her hand trace over James's shoulder as she walked past. She sat on the bed, bringing her feet up to her ass, before lying back, giving James a perfect view of her pussy as she took one of the thin vibrators that she had brought over with her and started to slowly rub it along the folds of her labia.

Gently at first, she teased her clit, before increasing the speed and intensity, biting her lip she kept her eyes closed and moans of pleasure escaping her throat.

James couldn't help but look at the beautiful display before him, as her body shook with pleasure, he could feel himself getting close too, but he held it back, unable to take his eyes away from view.

Tiffany slowed down her movements, eventually coming to a stop and then removing the toy. "Are you wanting me on top first or are you wanting doggy first?" she asked, all business.

James couldn't take his eyes off her, "Doggy" he said, shaking his head to bring himself out of his revive.

Tiffany quickly moved herself around, lowering her head and pressing and arching her ass up to give easier access.

James stood and quickly dropped and stepped out of his jeans and crawled onto the bed. The room filled with the smell of sex and arousal, sending shivers down his spine. He moved himself between her legs, entering her from behind. He could feel her wetness before he was even fully inside of her. His thrusts were strong and sure as he used her hips to help him move in and out.

Tiffany had now started to writhe in pleasure, calling out in passion as he moved faster, her body trembling beneath him. As he looked up, he could see in her eyes the mixture of pleasure and pain he was giving her as her moans intensified.

James felt himself close too, and as he looked back down, he had to swallow hard to keep from coming too early. He closed his eyes and slowed his thrusts before stopping.

Tiffany looked back at him. "You ready for me to ride you then?" she asked, while moving herself forward and off him.

"Yes please, I would like that very much," James replied, lying down and rolling around to be on his back.

Tiffany turned around, putting her knees on either side of James's thighs. She lowered herself down onto him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling herself even tighter to him as he entered her. She threw her head back and let out a long moan as she started to move up and down against him, pressing herself into him with each thrust. She sat up straighter, James's hands resting on her thighs, his thumbs brushing against her clit, she bucked against him, grinding her pussy against his cock as he moved. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his and pressing her lips against his.

James felt himself quickly getting close, the buildup from before was starting to overwhelm him, he began to move his hips, meeting Tiffany's thrusts. "Oh god yes, yes, harder, fuck me harder! " Tiffany cried out, her moans now getting far more frequent.

James could feel himself getting close to the edge, and he pressed himself up against her, gripping her thighs, his cock now pulsing with need. Tiffany let out a long moan and pressed her body against his, her pussy now quivering and trembling around him. James let out a deep grunt and thrust himself up against her one last time before he came.

Tiffany collapsed onto his chest. James pressed his lips against her shoulder and moaned, "Oh Tiffany, that was amazing! You were amazing."

Tiffany lifted herself up and smiled at James, "Thank you for a wonderful time" she said, while collecting her clothes and moving back over to the cd player where James had first saw her.

James got up and threw his jeans back on, leaving the room with Tiffany still standing in the same spot, he thought to himself that this must be some rule at the club for the girls to be in the same spot for leaving and entering.

As James left the club, again marvelling at the girl, someone different he noticed, lying on full display at the entrance, and just how different stepping through the door into what he supposed was the 'normal world' was and that you would never believe what was behind the door.

He thought to himself that maybe this was just the start. He was eager to come back and was already looking forward to his next visit, wondering what who or what he would like to do the next trip.