Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
C L U B .. E X O T I C
I’ve had this for what seems like forever, and I’ve never once even considered it. It’s a gold membership visitor’s pass. I was given it by my friend, Cameron Stanton, years ago. He always frequents here on his trips into town. At least he used to.
Every member gets to sponsor a guest, and at the time, he gave this card to me. I paid it no attention but now I have to wonder why. Did he know this day was coming?
It’s 11:00 p.m., and I walk up to the entrance. There are no signs, no advertizing—just a black door with four big security men guarding it.
This club is exclusive. It’s $150,000 a year for the membership, and from what I understand, anything goes.
Which suits me to a tee, because it just so happens that I’m in the mood for anything.
The badder, the better.
I hand the card over and they scan it before they open the door with a nod.
“Thank you.” I walk through and come to a gold reception desk, where three beautiful women stand before me. They’re wearing short, tight chocolate leather dresses with cream thigh-high boots. Their cream, lace bras are peeking out from their low-cut dresses. Their breasts are voluptuous and tempting.
My hungry eyes don’t have to behave here, and I drink them in.
I can do whatever the fuck I want.
Adrenaline rushes through my bloodstream, and for the first time in a long time, I feel wild and alive.
Free.
“Hello, sir.” The girl with the long, blonde hair smiles. “How lovely for you to join us this evening.” She scans the card through and takes my hand. “My name is Bunny. This way.”
She leads me into the club, which is sultry and sexy. There’s an overall feeling of luxurious fantasy, and a low tantric beat thumps through the sound system. The place is dark with moody lighting.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention.
I’ve never been anywhere like this before.
My eyes scan the room. It’s huge, on three levels, and exotically furnished. There’s a runway with a stage on the bottom floor. A woman with long gold hair is writhing naked on a black leather chair on the stage, and my eyes narrow in on her. Her legs are wide apart.
She has a vibrator. It’s big… and hard.
I watch it slide into her body, and then back out.
I watch her do it again.
She puts it in her mouth and sucks it off. My dick clenches in appreciation.
Fuck, yeah.
“Do you want a private booth, sir?”
“Yes.”
She leads me into a boxed off area of the club. There’s a large, leather couch, and a table in front of it. I have full view of the stage.
She sits me down in the chair, and then without warning, she straddles me. Her legs wrap around my body. Her sex, plush up against my cock. She puts her lips to my ear and whispers, “What do you want to drink, sir?”
“Scotch,” I whisper back. My hands slide up her thighs, and I lick up her neck—the temptation too great.
“Do you want a little pick me up?” she breathes against my neck.
I grab her face and turn her ear to my mouth. “I do.”
She smiles darkly, and then rotates her hips over my cock. She puts a cigar in my mouth and lights it.
I inhale deeply as we stare at each other. She stands, and I watch her walk off through the crowd as I blow out a stream of smoke.
Fucking hot.
I rearrange my cock in my pants. It’s near painful.
My phone dances across the table in front of me. I glance at the caller. Alex.
Shit, he’s called me three times already tonight. I’ll answer it quickly so he leaves me alone.
“Hello.”
“Hi, where are you?”
I glance at my surroundings and smirk. I wish he was here with me. “In a bar,” I lie.
“You all right?”
“Sure am.”
Two women walk into my cubicle and I frown. One has long dark hair, and one has long red hair. They are in G-strings only—topless and stunning.
What are they doing?
“Did you talk to Eliza?” Alex asks.
The girl with the long dark hair lies down on her back on the table in front of me.
“No,” I answer, distracted by what’s going on around me.
The blonde gets something out of her little gold clutch purse, and they fuss around a bit.
“I was thinking that maybe you should just tell her,” Alex continues.
“Yeah, maybe,” I murmur. “Listen, I’ve got to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I look down to see four lines of coke on the brunette’s stomach.
“Okay,” Alex says, “Speak tomorrow.”
My eyes are locked on the brunette in front of me, and she smiles up at me. “You ready to go, bad boy?” she whispers.
I smirk.
“Hey, Nathan,” Alex says.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t do anything stupid, hey?”