Club Eroticus

Jessica

"Thank you for the offer... I'll let you know." I turned and walked away. Sometimes, a guy like that, it's all you can do.

I sauntered to the bar thinking if I'd been smart I would have at least brought the drink with me. After all, it was free. I leaned over the bar trying to get the bartender's attention.

"Hi, can I get a club soda?" I smiled trying to be friendly, and reached into my bag for a couple of my precious dollars, laying them on the bar as the bartender set the club soda in front of me. Although it was one of few, I knew tipping was just a good investment. "Thank you," I said gratefully.

I turned to look out over the crowd. The boxer sat at a table with a luscious girl. And other couple looked like they were making their way to the "backroom" booths.

I leaned back against the bar, crossing my ankles and letting my elbows rest on the bar. I sighed thinking, this was a lot easier at 22. I was looking for a certain type of man... older, understated, well dressed, but not flashy. I didn't see him yet, but I knew he was out there.
 
nicole

She didn't have anything to do, she watched as the new comer ditched Mr E., she smirked. She walked over with a glass of champagne for him.
"Hey boss man, one filly playin hard to get?" She handed him the glass, wondering what was going through his mind right now. He didn't look pleased.
 
Mya

I joined Vince and his new friend Irralya at their table. "Thanks Jorja…I’ll just share in their bottle of wine."

I leaned around Vince and shook Irralya’s hand. "Pleased to meet you Irralya. Vince and I do go way back. I used to work at the gym where Vince trains. It was my job to make sure the locker rooms were clean and had fresh towels. Vince used to like to "work out" his "stiff muscle" with me in the locker room after his trainer finished with him, if you know what I mean. Hey the "tips" were good and the financial gratuities didn’t hurt either. I was really in need of the cash back then when I was in College. Now I’m the secretary to the President of a major computer company. Not much has changed about my work really, I still work on "stiff muscles" when required, but the "tips" now include diamond earrings, trips, and weekends away, and the pay is a whole lot better too!"

I took my time checking Irralya’s body out. "Vince is right Irralya…you are a lovely young woman! I’d be pleased if you’d let me join you and Vince for a while." I leaned past Vince’s chest, making direct eye contact with Irralya, and whispered conspiratorially as though Vince were not there, "You don’t need to worry about the way Vince kisses me. As I said he knows me from way back, and he knows I love his kisses and his tongue down my throat. He pretty much knows he can do anything with me and he won’t get his already beat up face slapped by me! He takes it easy when he first meets a woman, finding just how far he can go with them. But once he's got your number, look out! See he pretty much knows I’m a slut when it comes to him already, so he pretty much treats me that way!" With that I laughed a husky laugh and gave Irralya a wink, "Stick with us Babe, you won’t be sorry!"

I saw the pain that crossed her pretty face. Being a woman, I could read that pain while I’m sure Vince missed it completely. She’d been hurt recently, by a man. "Hey Sweetie," I said to her, "it’s OK. Let’s just chat, drink, and do what ever feels comfortable OK? If at any time you don’t feel comfortable, just say the word, and Vince and I will do whatever necessary to make it good for you ok?" My hand covered hers and gave her a reassuring squeeze.

"Isn’t that right Vincie-poo?" He hated that nick name, so I quickly leaned over and gave him one more kiss to quiet the imminent protest from his lips.
 
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Irralya sighs and nods to mya, " Sure hon....I would be honored...and I am pretty sure Vince won't complain to you joining in..."
Irralya studies mya's face carefully trying to check for any signs of ill will....and finds none. Irralya realizes how attractive the idea of being with Vince and Mya really is...she nearly puurrrs.
"Mya....Vince certainly has good taste...you are beautiful.....,"Irralya whispers.
 
I watched Jessica walk away. A failure. I did not accept failure well. I just needed to blow off a little steam and I would be fine. Just then Nicole showed up by my side smirking and handed me a glass of champagne. I threw it down. Just as Nicole was walking away I realized just what the doctor would have prescibed to calm me. I grabbed Nicole by the arm.

"Come with me... please."

She looked a little hesitant, but shrugged her shoulders and followed. I walked quickly down to my favorite hiding spot. I pushed the curtain to the side and slipped inside the oversized booth with Nicole. No sooner had the curtain fallen back in place than we both stopped in our tracks. There was Candy sprawled out with her legs spread and some guy I didn't recognize with his face between them. Shit, I didn't care anymore. I grabbed Nicole and kissed her hard, then threw her back onto the table.
 
Irralya also squeezes Mya's hand....."Thanks sweetheart...it's just...been a few months since Eric...and well Elen...Great Goddess!! That was in Highschool!!! I doubt I would be any good..."
 
Nicole

She didn't say a word, even after he threw the champagne glass down. She was grabbed and told to follow him. Shrugging her shoulders, she went with him.
They entered a private booth and she stopped dead in her tracks. Candy and Greg were going at it right there?! She heard mr E. mutter "fuck it" And grab her, tossing her flat on her back on the table.
"Oh my!" He came down on her, kissing her passionately, with alot of anger inside. She hesitated and brought her hands up to his shoulders. softly kneeding the flesh beneath. He needed to calm down a little, get over the rejection feeling.
She didn't protest, merely went with it. Besides they both knew they could satisfy the other. she arched her back and spread her thighs a little, pulling him between them.
 
I thought to myself "What has come over me. Here I am treating an employee like a piece of meat. All because I don't handle rejection well."

I felt Nicole shifting beneath me, accomodating my desires. I pulled away and shook my head.

"No. No. Not like this."

I looked over at Candy and caught her eye. I could see she was helpless to stop what was happening. But there was also a pleading like she didn't want me to leave. I looked back at Nicole. She had a strange look in her eyes.
 
Nicole

She got up from the table, "You're right. Not like this. You want someone else, not me." She looked over at Candy and Greg, her eyes were glued on Mr E. She was a little lost what to do here, so she tiptoed up and kissed Mr. E. on the cheek.
"Anger in bed isn't good. Nor is sleeping with someone you don't want at the moment." She turned around, a little lost, then back to her boss. "I should get back to work." She whispered to him and left the booth. Strange things seemed to be happening around here. She paused outside the door, closing her eyes. This was becoming a tangled mess here. She needed to clear her head. She smiled as a couple walked by her in the hallway. She stood up from against the wall. Her eyes on the curtain, she wanted to go back in there, but knew it wasnt wise. She leaned back against the wall and put her head down, clearing her thoughts.
 
Candace

My lust overtook me once again and I opened my jacket ripping open my bra, exposing my breasts to the air. My fingers resumed their pleasuring no longer impeded by the fabric, rolling the nipples and pinching them, helping the electricity course through my body.

Greg's mouth was sucking on my cunt, his tongue flitting across my clit and his fingers had worked their way into my pussy. I writhed against him in sweet agony.

I was nearing a climax when I felt a rush of air. My eyes flew open as the curtain parted and Eroticus and Nicole entered the room, him fairly pushing her through the fabric. The were startled by what was happening in the room, recognition playing across their faces, but barely slowed their progress to the table. I heard Mr. E say "Fuck it," as he pushed her down onto the table. He started what could only be described as a sexual assault and then abruptly ceased his actions. He shook his head and I could barely hear him say, "No, no, not like this," as his eyes caught mine.

What was I seeing? Mr. E was never out of control. His look caught me by surprise, our eyes once again locked. Nicole murmured, "You're right. Not like this. You want someone else, not me." What did she mean?

I was torn. I was thoroughly enjoying myself with Greg, fulfilling what was a repressed attraction to him, and the man who had awakened my newly found sexuality stumbles in on us.
 
CLAY


“Come to join our girl talk?” Jorja word's always had such a way of making him feel unwanted, but tonight Clay was undeterred by her comments.

He watched as Jorja worked with here usual professional speed, hands a blur as she mixed the drinks. It was in the presentation that Jorja excelled. The show. The 1997 Clos de Vougeot Grand Cru burgundy she chose for Vince's table was her typical excellent choice. Why give a house bottle gratis without it being a great wine? Like the seasoned sommelier she was, Jorja opened the bottle with a flourish. After acceptance, she capped the bottle with a sterling silver stopper adorned with small Dionysian cherubs and grape leaves. Its the little things that make her special, just like this Club.

Mr. E came by obviously upset, a huge departure from his cultured aristocratic self. He whisked Nicole off rather abruptly. Too bad, Clay was looking forward to talking with her. Very odd indeed. Then again this night was not going according to any script that Clay could predict...
 
Greg

I felt her shift a little, like she was disturbed by something. I lifted up my head, my mouth and nose smothered in her wetness. I looked at her, and I saw her looking at him, Mr. Eroticus. I knew him only as someone on the periphery -- he and I went to the same parties, the actresses I hired all seemed to know him and his guests. But he and I never met.

Apparently, though, Candy knew him. They were staring at each other. I knew then I should just stop, walk out, and forget I had ever come here. But there I was, crouched in front of Candy, my tongue fresh from her pussy. Her skirt was shoved up around her waist, her jacket open, her gorgeous tits exposed to the cool air, and her hipples rock hard.

As she stared at him, it looked to me like she was pinching her nipples even harder. And she had begun writhing again, moving her cunt closer to my mouth. But let's wait a second here.

I wanted her just as badly as she wanted me, I think. I know I wanted her badly. And I knew -- or had heard of -- the exploits of this Mr. E, but what next.

Impulse over took me. In one fast and sweeping gesture, I undid my jeans, pulled them down with my boxers, grabbed Candy's ankles, lifted them over my head, pushed her silk panties aside and shoved my cock in her sopping pussy. I wanted her so badly I wanted everyone to know, everyone to see.

I turned to Mr. E: "I think she wants a taste of you, too." I lunged in deep, pulling out slowly. It seemed I was doing the right thing, as every time I pushed in, her hips came to meet my thrusts.

Here I was fucking a woman of my desire, and offering her to a stranger as well.
 
Candace

Greg finally noticed that I was distracted and turned to see Mr. E standing there, his eyes locked with mine. I grabbed his shoulder trying to impart my need of him continuing but I don't think he even felt it. It's as if he could feel the sexual energy passing between us. It was then I fully realized how wanton I was, that I wanted them both.

My eyes remained locked with Eroticus', his burning deep into my soul, as I began again pulling on my nipples, twisting, turning, rolling them between my fingers, as I licked my lips.

It was then that Greg returned toward me at the same time unfastening his belt and zipper in one fluid motion, then threw my ankles above his head, ramming his rock hard dick into my cunt as he thrust aside the silk door. His entry so was deliciously rough it curled my toes. "Aghhhh," I cried out. But my eyes never left his eyes.

Greg again faced Eroticus, saying, "I think she wants a taste of you, too," as he simultaneously plunged back into me.

Oh, my gawd, I thought, he's invited him to join us. Now what?

I knew what I wanted. I was screaming, "Yes, fuck me, Greg, MORE!," but my eyes were watching Eroticus, begging him not to leave.
 
Nicole

She paused all movement in the hallway. She didnt just hear what she heard did she?! She was in total shock, but then again this was a normal thing in some people's lives. Wild uninhibited sex. She stepped towards the curtain and looked in. GReg was fucking Candy with a vengence and Mr. E and Candy were staring at one another.
Nicole let the curtain drop back into place, secured the hook into the wall, and walked back down the hallway. She stopped by the DJ booth to catch her breath, wow that was just something you didn't see everyday. She knew from Mr E's look she could have stayed and joined in. But she just was not that type of female.
She was wild granted, but she was also a little more careful who she slept with. She approached the bar, watch Jorja work her magic and Clay smiling at her antics.
"Hey guys, Did I miss anything exciting?"
 
CLAY

Clay looked up his silent reverie about Jorja broken and saw Nicole standing there. He grinned and waved. Nicole was quite a woman, great body yet earthy. A real person. Gottal like that.

"Just the woman I wanted to see! So, just how the hell are you, darlin? You certainly have had an eye opening day. I see you walking a little gingerly there in those high heels. I give a great foot rub. If you are interested, just swing a leg over here on my lap!"
 
Nicole

She smiled at the welcoming, "Thank you. Hey Jorja, keep that fancy stuff up and they just might pay you to watch the glass tossing." She smiled, and sat back where her coke was waiting for her. She turned to Clay, "Well hell, a gal can't pass that up now can she?" She kicked off her heels and sat sideways, placing her feet in his lap. "Though, be forwarned, Im ticklish. So none of that stuff." She winked at him and turned to speak to Jorja.
"You have any idea whats bothering the boss man? Besides being rejected by the little ball of fluff over there?" She pointed towards Jessica in the corner.
 
CLAY

"None of that stuff", you say? Moi? Nicole you can count on me to take care of you, that's my job after all. "

Clay took her foot in his big hands and started to knead her sore muscles. He was firm yet gentle without being soft, soft is where the ticklish part could come in. Nicole really was beautiful in a very unassuming way. In no time she began to relax the stiffness massaged away. Clay smiled inwardly as he reached for her other foot.
 
Greg

As I was fucking Candy, and as she was staring at Eroticus, I caught sight of Nicole, peeking in, then fastening the curtain. I could not get a read on her. She worked here, was part of this place yet seperate from it as well.

I noticed it when we kissed, actually ... she was reserved and clearly not ready to explore what I wanted to, even if I didn't know what it was I wanted to explore. I had a feeling we would meet again to talk about it.

In the meantime, I definitely wanted my focus here. It was clear from Candy's eyes she wanted Eroticus in her mouth. I turned her on her back, got up on couch, with her legs still over my shoulders, and kept banging away. She held onto her tits, squeezing and pinching. Was he going to join us or not? I didn't care, but I wanted so much more of Candy. I had a feeling she could give me all I needed and still have some left over to share.
 
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Nicole

She did relax back into the bar stool. And after a very short time of him massaging her worn feet. She smiled at him, "Thank you Clay. Though I must say you are too good at that. Think I will get fired if I fall asleep?" She laughed a little and sat back. Tonight already had been a long night. She thought about what was going on in the private room she fled.
She wondered what grief she would get for walking out like that? She gritted her teeth a little, her temper flaring slightly. She may work for him, but she wasn't his sex toy when ever he wanted it. She eyed Jessica in the corner, that was what had him all frustrated. She had refused him some how? Though she didn't ask, she just knew it bothered him.
She was getting tense again, she stopped those train of thoughts. She glanced down at where her hand clenched the coke glass tightly. She eased up a little on her grip, closing her eyes a moment. Just think happy thoughts, and get through her shift and go home!
"So Clay, how long have you worked here for Mr E.?"
 
Candace

As Greg continued to fuck me, I kept up my own self-pleasuring of my breasts, all the while watching Eroticus. He seemed undecided as he watched the scene unfolding in front of him and then bent his head down and leaned on the table.

The sensations washing over me were so intoxicating, I gave into them and focused for a moment on Greg's face. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, a look of wicked lust playing on his face.

I glanced back up at Eroticus as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me and again caught his eyes. This time, I took control, willing him to understand my desires. Didn't he know what he was doing to me? He stood on the brink of fulfilling yet another fantasy.

"Eroticus, please," I uttered, no, pleaded.
 
Enter Mr. E. and Jessica, looking quite cozy together. A few exchanged words, Mr. E. looking humbled for the first time in quite a while. Exit Jessica. Nicole being whisked away off to who-knows-where. Exit Mr. E. and the waitress. Re-enter Nicole, looking decidedly annoyed and quite Mr. E-less.

Between the bar and the ongoing soap opera, it was all Jorja could do to keep up.

“Is it just me, or is Eroticus more stuck on himself every night?” She said with a laugh to Nicole, not quite daring to inquire any further on her relationship, be it love or hate, with Mr. E. Nicole seemed to of had her privacy invaded on quite enough already tonight and Jorja respected that completely. Working here, you had to have time to put things back into perspective every now and then.

Turning to Clay, whose hands were straying dangerously high on Nicole’s leg to still be considered a mere foot massage, she teased him, the edge to her voice still as sharp as it had been before their hallway interlude. “You aren’t trying to find a way to weasel out of my proposition, are ya Clay?”
 
Nicole

She sighed, "I dont know what Mr e's problem is lately. But you are right on one thing. He thinks he is god here." She grumbled. He had used her already once tonight, she was ready to tell him off and leave too. This was getting old, she wasn't a play toy. She eyed Clay's hands a second, then heard Jorja's words. She pulled her legs away from him and sat up. Smiling, "Thank you Clay. I feel much better." She slipped her shoes back on and sipped her coke thoughtfully.
"This place is becoming a soap opera isnt it? Everyone is screwing everyone else.." She blushed badly and shut up from there.
 
CLAY

Clay laughed at Jorja's statement, maybe he was finally getting to her. Clay was determined to flirt and raise her ire. Intentional or not there is always a grain of truth in a jealous statement like that.

Nicole was cute, but it was clear she was occupied by other thoughts tonight - mainly her memory of Mr. E's encounter with her. Another time, perhaps. It was funny that she could still embarrass herself with her own statements. Never one to back off and give someone a break, Clay responded -

"Not everyone screws everyone else here. At least not yet"

Now that was sufficiently cryptic. Either Jorja or Nicole could think it was intended for them. In fact, Clay mused, it was for both! Continuing,

"I never weasel Jorja. We shall have the "last dance" before you sleep tonight. Its a promise - and a threat!"
 
Nicole

She quirked a shapely brow at Clay's words. "Well some of us don't screw everyone in sight.." She smiled a knowing wicked little grin and watched these two by play with words.
"A last Dance? Oh Now i am curious. Come on fess up. Whats going on here you two. Give me something interesting to gossip about other than the 'guests' in here tonight.." She leaned forward on the bar, waiting to hear something juicey. She laughed a little, Clay a threat?
She couldn't keep quiet now, "Come on Clay, you know who's going to be in charge after that last dance.. and it wont be you hun.." She winked at Jorja and got up.
"More rounds to make, have fun you two.. just not in public.."
She took her tray and made her way slowly around the bar once more.
 
My first instict was to run out the door. I had behaved badly, all because I let Jessica's rejection affect me uncharacteristically. Nicole deserved better, deserved an apology for my abuse of power. Then I remembered the fiery, sassy woman who fought back, held her own and ultimately achieved her sexual freedom as we explored the dangerous limits of lust and passion together. She could take care of herself.

Candy's pleading eyes reminded me of another recent exploration, one of total surrender to the wonders of sexual release. I found myself moving towards her. I leaned over until my face was inches from hers. I watched her eyes as the other man thrust his cock deep inside her. She gasped, but her eyes never left mine.

"Tell me wht you feel," I order as my hands slid over her shoulders to her magnificent breasts, covering her own.

"Tell me what he's doing to you, Candy my dear. Tell me how it feels. Tell me what you want. Use those forbidden words that ladies should not utter. Tell me."
 
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