high…no. That would be too quick.
I imagined his tongue dipping inside me, tasting how wet I was and drinking every drop of me in. Teasing me with his fingers and then slipping two of them into my pussy while his lips sucked my clit, making me moan. I switched to my right nipple and pulled on it, stretching it out slightly away from my body and then letting it go. Returning to it with warm, soapy fingers I kneaded and squeezed, feeling the glorious weight of it in my hand, the hard nipple pressed against my palm.
“Fuck me,” I moaned aloud. I had neighbors and the walls were thin, but I didn’t give a shit what they heard.
I turned up the vibe again, moving it in a pulsing rhythm against my clit. Yes, this was it. I was riding the wave that was going to take me to exactly the peak I wanted to reach. I could feel the warmth spreading between my legs, pooling down my thighs, spreading up the length of my spine. This one was going to be so good…
Clean and satisfied, I stepped out of the shower with a smile on my face and wrapped myself in a fresh towel. The mirror was too foggy to see anything, but I could tell how pleased I must look with myself.
“Who needs a man,” I said out loud to my fuzzy reflection as I grabbed a bottle of lotion and began applying the moisturizer to my slightly tanned skin.
But the truth was, I might. Well, I didn’t need a man, but the thought of having one around was kind of appealing. I had never had a serious boyfriend, thanks to my dad’s close involvement in my life. Sure, he had probably spared me a lot of heartache by scaring off the losers that I went to school with. But I couldn’t help wondering if by being spared all that heartache that I had also been kept from experiencing some things that were really crucial to growing up and having healthy, formative romantic experiences.
I towel dried my hair and ran a brush through it before pulling out the hair dryer to finish the job. I was lucky to have well-behaved, very manageable hair. It meant that I didn’t have to spend all day on it, which was good since my dad expected me to be at the garage at the crack of dawn every day. In the end, there was really no point in putting much into my appearance for a long day at the garage. It was all sweated off my face by around noon anyway.
Tonight I was heading to pick Samantha up though and I wanted to look my best. Not for Sam…hell no. She had seen me at my very worst and I knew I didn’t have to put on any kind of a show for her. We had been best friends since we were very young, back in elementary school. After high school we had decided to get an apartment together while she worked her way through college, paying her tuition through her newly acquired job at the very exclusive Club V.
I slipped into a tight pair of skinny jeans and a tight white tee, with a short sleeved black blazer over the top. I added a double strand onyx necklace and admired my reflection one last time as I applied mascara and a matte red lip. It wasn’t my normal look, but it didn’t hurt to change things up from time to time. And Club V was definitely the sort of place where I wanted to be looking my best. I’d probably grab a drink before Samantha was off work anyway and I would hate to prop myself up next to the bar looking sloppy.
Ready to go, I raced down the apartment stairs and out to my car where it was parked on the street. The drive didn’t take too long and before I knew it I was pulling up outside of Club V. Curt, one of the valets, recognized me from my many trips to pick up Sam and nodded his head, indicating that it was fine for me to park in the lot behind the large industrial building that was reserved for employees.
The lot was nearly full but I managed to find a spot and checking my lipstick one last time in the rearview mirror, I stepped out and headed to the back entrance. As soon as I opened the heavy door I was met with the throb of the bass from the music emanating from the main room and I made my way toward the bar of Club V.
2
I knew what Club V was all about, so there was nothing I could see in the place that would surprise me, no matter how sexually inexperienced I was. The bar was set away from most of the major action on the floor, curving against one side of the large main room. Across the way was one of the pools and I could see that I had wandered into the place on a very active night.
Couples were making out in every direction I looked, some engaged in more serious sexual play than others. I saw several girls walking the floor, looking for one of the single men to engage. Samantha had told me about the collared girls, what their collars meant and what they would do. I knew that to some it might sound like prostitution, but I had to admit that it didn’t sound like bad work if you could get it. Since I had such a solid setup at my dad’s garage I had never really had to worry about making money. I didn’t have a lot to spare, but I got to live the kind of life I wanted and I wasn’t sure what more I could ask for.
“Hey Taylor,” Celeste, the head bartender called over to me as she saw me round the corner from the private entrance. I shot her a smile and went to sit on one of the empty barstools.
“Busy night?” I asked as I hopped into the chair.
Celeste rolled her eyes. “Holy fucking hell,” she said, half under her breath. “Another one of those ads in a flight mag. We draw so many new people on nights like these. Samantha is working some of the private rooms because so many of these new folks chose those and the alcoves over joining me here at the bar. So I’ve been busy making drinks, but there haven’t been as many people here keeping me company tonight.”
“Nice to be busy, I suppose.”
She nodded. “Surprisingly though none of these newbies appear to be shy. They all jumped at it as soon as they were in the door.” She nodded over to a man on one of the couches in the corner who was face deep in the crotch of one of the collared girls.
“Jesus,” I said as I watched what was transpiring. While the man wasn’t the most attractive, he seemed to know exactly what he was doing with his tongue and the girl with the collar was clearly enjoying herself. That or she needed to be nominated for an Oscar, stat. Her head was thrown back and her hands were buried in his hair, holding him against her as he lapped at her cunt. Every few seconds she let out a mewling squeal. Even though I had just finished bringing myself to an intense orgasm less than an hour before, the sight of this in front of me left me a little breathless and wishing I could join in the fun.
Celeste snapped her fingers near my face. When I turned around she was grinning. “What can I get you? That is not on the menu.”
“Well, that’s a damn shame.” I squirmed in my seat and turned back toward the bar.
“We do however have a new cocktail called ‘Face Fuck’ if you’d like to give that a shot.” She said it with a laugh and I couldn’t help smiling.
“One ‘Face Fuck’ for me, please.”
Celeste headed to find some of the ingredients for what turned out to be a very complicated drink while I sat there trying to pretend there was nothing going on behind me, but the persistent moaning made it difficult. How could anyone work here and not just strip off their clothes and mount the nearest thing?
Taylor, you need to get a grip or get fucked, I thought to myself.
As if he could read my mind, a man further down the bar moved to sit beside me.
“If you’re looking for a face fuck…well,” he gestured to himself with a grin.
I tried not to roll my eyes. Club V was a place, for one thing, I knew, but I wasn’t here for it. I wasn’t even
