The Club - Part 4: Three at a Time

Meeting the stranger ...

Skylar – the name on my locker sent chills through my body. I had been accepted and now had my personalized locker to keep my possessions. I didn’t have to walk around naked anymore, either. I could choose what I wanted to wear and fuck who I wanted to fuck. Life was great at The Club.

I stashed my purse in the locker, took my hairbrush, and ran it through my wild mane. I wanted to be sensual but look good, of course. I was wearing only a G-string tonight. I felt sexy and confident. I was sure that tonight would be the first of many glorious interactions.

When I walked back into the audition room, my pussy ached immediately. My body felt like it remembered what had gone on in here not too long ago. My body knew that I had orgasmed in here harder than I had ever in my life. And it wanted a repeat performance. The stage was there; I remember being tied to those objects. Unable to move, freedom is taken away. Just because I consented to it all doesn’t mean I wasn’t terrified. But terrified in a good way.

My hand ran along the horse; the seat’s leather made my nipples hard just thinking about it.

“I can help you with that, you know.” A deep voice said from across the room.

“I know my way around, thanks.” I tried to be polite, but I was in the middle of reminiscing.

The man walked closer; I could see him tall, with creamy white skin, dark hair, and a beard. He wasn’t moving quickly; he was on the prowl, taking me in, sizing me up. “What about the pegging machine? You want to use that?”

“Pretty presumptions to think I would be doing anything with you, isn’t it.” I started to walk off stage when he moved quickly across the floor to stop me in my path.

“My name is Travis, and you are?”

“Not interested.” I walked past him, my G-string riding up my ass. I could feel him looking at my body. His eyes seared into my skin.

“What if I told you I could give you the best orgasm of your life? That you will call me a god among men.”

This made me stop; I couldn’t help laughing. I slowly turned around and smiled, “I doubt that I’ve had plenty of men.”

“Then one more won’t be an issue.” He said with a lace of cocky that any woman would be lying if she said wasn’t attractive. “What’s it going to hurt giving me a chance? If I don’t make you cum, I’ll leave you alone.”