The banana stand ----- open

Ish, not getting any action or a girl who would want to give him anytime of day. Again this was getting a bit boring and kinna lame. "All the other guys got chicks, guess I'm stuck being the odd one out or the last one chosen." He said to himself, he hated being picked last or not picked at all. The anger in him was satiated by him only thinking positive thoughts. "Maybe your thunder will strike, just gotta wait." He said holding the disc if things were getting too slow.

He could just turn tail, return and try again tomorrow. He wasn't wanting to sit here, being bored. There needed something to be done here and now. Just what exactly?
 
Robin was REALLY confused now. "This was a really, really bad idea." she told herself. The manager, WAS he the manager? Had apparently seen her looking all doeish and flustered and was doing his best to make her feel at ease. When he asked her if he could have anything sent to her, Robin asked for a drink. "Something to drink please. Something alcoholic, but not TOO alcoholic, preferably fruity and in the rocks." Robin deeply hoped that such a thing existed and that she hadn't made a complete fool of herself. As the man turned to leave Robin reached up to touch his shoulder. "Oh, and...could THAT MAN bring it to me?" Robin pointed down toward a very sexy guy who seemed bored and perhaps even indifferent. She had to admit that she was starting to feel drunk already.
 
Ish was on his phone answering a very important contract and contact on Snapchat, someone close to their camp found his contact info. Maybe it was Mae, if so. He wouldn't be mad at her, she was his bookeeper and secretary after all. Plus a fill in if any of the actresses didn't show up. "And send." He said to himself, sending a message out to the mystery contact.

When she pointed out at him, he started to smile big as he perked up. Was this his moment in the sun at last? Cause it was strange, his disc didn't go off, or she didn't even check his profile which was a bit strange. He then heard her say "THAT man bring me my drink" it resonated in his ears. He said to himself whispering a bit annoyed, "Lady, I'm an escort and a porn mogul. I'm no drink server." It felt like she somewhat knew how to kick a man when he's already blue.
 
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“Indeed, he does,” Marco agreed, taking another long sip from his glass. For the next twenty minutes or so, he remained at the bar talking with Jack, the two men getting to know each other better. Just as he was starting to truly settle in and feel like he was at home, the 25-year old noticed that he was being paged.

“Looks like you were right,” said Marco grinning, as he rose from his seat. He thanked Jack again, and passed his empty glass along with a generous tip to Sammy, then answered the call.

“Of course, Katie- I’m on my way now,” he replied in his sonorous voice before making his way down the hall, and up the long, wide staircase that led to the second floor. He politely nodded to the bouncer that opened the door, allowing him to step inside the lounge. As he entered, he spotted Max sitting at a table in the middle of the room with a gorgeous red-haired woman in a sapphire dress. He grinned happy to see his friend, but not wanting to keep Katie waiting nor interrupt their date, simply returned the knowing look. There would be plenty of time to catch up later.

As Marco gazed across the spacious lounge, he spotted Katie almost immediately. She was curled up on a black leather couch in a back corner, one of her hands invitingly placed on the place beside her, the other twirling a stray lock of her hair. He couldn’t help but notice those long legs that seemed to go on forever, and his gaze traveled higher, as her skirt rose higher up her thighs, exactly as she had planned. He felt his breath briefly catch in his throat as his soft brown eyes met hers. Sure, he had been with many beautiful women in his young lifetime, but Katie was on another level. At the same time, he wasn’t intimidated by her, but all the more intent on fulfilling her every desire whether it be simply a few hours of companionship and a sympathetic ear, or a night of the wildest sex she dares to dream of. Besides, he could feel her gaze taking in every inch of his six foot, four inch frame. The tailored charcoal gray Brioni suit he was wearing hinted at some of his best features, from his powerful chest and broad shoulders, to his tight, muscled butt, and prodigious manhood, the fine Italian wool revealing enough to attract attention without being immodest.

As he closed the gap between them, he offered his hand. “Good evening, Katie. I’m Marco. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he began, sitting beside her as she had indicated with her hand. His voice was deep, yet friendly, and while he spoke softly, there was a magnetism about his presence that made it feel as if she was the most important person in the world at that moment.
 
Ish saw the other guy go into the spacious lounge, while he was stuck here. In friggin limbo, it feels like. He wasn't really concerned about that. He's trying to seal the deal with this woman who hit him up on Snap, while he then finished sending her the message on various things she sent him he liked for sure. Giving the woman who said who needed a drink a glance, then glanced at the bartender and then back up near the wall.

"C'mon man, that's clearly Sam's job. He can make you the drinks and give it to you. I ain't no freakin server." He said to himself bluntly as he cleared his throat to get the frog from his throat out, metaphorically speaking.
 
Jack returned to the bar and ordered a pina colada for Robin . When Sammy placed it on the bar in front of Ish , Jack turned to him with a smile. We do what the ladies like ...remember that's what you signed up for?
 
Ish looked a bit hesitant at him and said, "Yeah but those other two... They didn't get serve them drinks and all that jazz. They only got a view or two on their profiles and boom! Bonesville." Even when Jack said what they signed up for is crucial, Ish smiled but also slightly frowned a bit as he took the Pina Colada.

"Please excuse my harsh attitude, I apologize cause I felt a bit of a kick to my proverbial gut." He said to Jack as he nodded towards him but still was a bit annoyed that his buzzer disc didn't even go off. Muttering things to himself before he got to the table where the drink was supposed to go.

Contemplating on what things he wanted to say and how to approach the lady who ordered the drink. So many things racing through this man's mind as if he wanted to be a dick if she was already sloshed to the gills, but instead he chose to stay civil lest this was a process of elimination with the steep competition.

When he approached the Redheaded woman's table, he said to her. "Here's your Pina colada, enjoy." He said slying smiling as he slowly slid her drink to her, with no spillage or mess, flawless.
 
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That's right, I escaped from my obligation to go with my husband to his employer's house. Here I am...at this sex club...facing a younger man in person. I've been with older men, including my husband's employer who demanded that I spread my legs for him. It's not that I don't like him, it's that I am in the process of getting used to his brusque style. my husband warned me, “you have to get used to him”.

I don't mind a man's strong personality, but not the way a sex machine does. A man's strong personality can even be very erotic but he has to make sense. My employer has a strong personality and he makes sense. I get sucked in by this type of men. It would be my pleasure to spread my legs for him if he ever, ever says “Katie, come to my office.”

…..and here comes Marco. I like the way he walks and the way he talks. His sonorous voice, deep and vibrant. Poised, as if he knew he was going to be chosen. He didn't have to ask for it. Carrying a composed and self-assured manner, a man with this quality is charming and sexy in and of itself. It's more powerful than the muscles.

“Hello Marco, I am Katie. Would you like to go to the sauna with me downstairs?”
 
When Robin took her drink from the sexy man she had requested she felt very, very stupid. She knew this guy would have no interest in her whatsoever. Besides, what the Hell made her think cheating on her husband, with his permission or not, could lead to anything but disaster. She felt rather nauseated.

"Thank you, sir. My name is, uhm, Rebel." Robin lied. Did she detect a hint of a smile? Did he see right through her? Did he know that she thought he was sexy as hell?

"So, what brings you to a place like this?" Robin continued and winced at her own total lack of social graces. "Not that there's anything wrong with 'places like this'. I mean, I'M here aren't I? Robin nearly dropped her glass as she heard the words escape her lips. Her hand instinctively slighted on the man's chest in what she hoped was a comforting manner. "I didn't mean to imply that I'm better than you. I can't even convince my husband to be faithful."
 
Ish smirked when she asked the question of why he was here. He then said one half of the reasons he was here. "I am a male escort here, even though like I said, I'm only an escort not a server. But who's complaining?" He then stood in her glance when she kept checking him out.

"Hold on a minute, did you say Rebel?" Ish asked her when she said her name was Rebel, even though she lied about her name was not Robin. "I believe I seen you from somewhere." He was very sure he seen her around. The woman did look familiar as he then said his second half of his reason he's also here too. "I am also an adult entertainment mogul. I believe I have also seen some of your work too." He really wasn't sure if this was the same Rebel who broke out in the same industry he did too. Although the woman was saying her husband was cheating on her.

He smirked even more when she put her hand slightly on his ripped chest.

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Born an introvert, Marco didn’t have the outward bravado or flair of some of the other men of the club. However, he had always carried himself with a quiet confidence, and the stark contrast between his gentle demeanor and his powerful frame had become a winning combination with women. Judging by the way Katie continued to hold his hand, and suggested they move to the more intimate setting of the sauna, it appeared that she was falling under his spell as well.

“Of course,” answered Marco, the smile and tone of his voice making it evident that he was happy to fulfill her every desire, yet without being subservient. Ever the perfect gentleman, he rose from his place beside Katie on the couch, offering her his hand, then circled his arm around hers, drawing her closer to him as they made the short walk to the stairs and down to the sauna.

“I’ll see you inside,” said Marco, holding the door that led to the changing rooms open for Katie.
 
“...he was happy to fulfill her desire, yet without being subservient “.
I hear, Marco. May we first look at what the circumstance calls for, without being subservient blindfolded to how the word is defined.

I am walking out from the changing room wrapped in a large towel. Marco is also has his clothes removed and wrapped up, sitting on the bench. This is a private sauna room. Only two of us. I am here today to spread my legs real wide for a male escort for pure sex. Pure sex means enjoying sex with another man without worrying what my husband is going to say if he finds out. This is the day for me to discover the secret of what's really erotic.

The heat coming out from the sauna system is beginning to make my heart beat faster. Marco is touching my face. This kind of touch brings my awareness to the other parts of my body. My towel is slipping down. We are sitting on the bench. Not enough room to stretch or lie down. Maybe I'll sit on him....there's room enough for me to sit on him....I might do that... I am one more step closer to get to taste the rich flavor of being a slut.
 
Jack relaxed at the bar chatting with sammy ,watching the goings on and the baseball game.
Waiting to see what the rest of the night would bring.
 
Not wanting to keep Katie waiting, Marco had quickly stripped off his suit and properly hung it in one of the closets before walking out of the changing room. He wrapped one of the long, fluffy, white towels around his waist just tightly enough to not fall off of his body, yet loose enough to not be constrictive in the heat of the sauna. This had the simultaneous effect of drawing attention to some of his best features, while still maintaining an air of mystery as to what lay beneath the soft, thick fabric. It would be nearly impossible for any woman to resist the combination of Marco’s handsome features, chiseled physique, and faint outline of his manhood which ran just past midway down his left thigh. As such, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise, at the bold manner in which Katie approached him once she entered the sauna. While she didn’t immediately touch him with her hands, she sat beside him so their bodies were touching, her legs spreading apart as she turned to face him, finally taking in his pleasant, masculine scent with a slow deep breath.

Her beauty and stunning form, coupled with her complete submission to his will, made Marco want to take Katie immediately and make her his. Yet he knew that biding his time would only increase her desire exponentially and unlock the deepest unbridled wanton desire from within her, and so he began with a soft caress of her cheek, then lifting her chin so that their lips were practically touching. He took her left hand in his and lowered it to his thighs, and together they traced the long, thick outline of his manhood, the heat of it even radiating through the towel. Then, he brought their hands higher and together they undid the knot that had kept the fabric from falling off his hips. He placed soft kisses across her cheek, and nibbled on her ear lobe. “Katie, my beautiful slut…” he whispered, emphasizing the final word, the sharpness unexpected and a stunning contrast to the softness of his voice and the gentleness of his touch. “Tell me what you want…”
 
"Umm, miss? We're here."

Rosina peeled her eyes from her phone to the Uber Black driver. She then looked out the window and saw the unmarked building. Although it had no signage, the red carpet and velvet rope dividers screamed, this is it - this is E.

"Enjoy."

"Thanks." She tapped to pay the driver just as the falcon-wing door swooshed open. Her thumbs frantically typed away as she approached the entrance, hoping her unresponsive friend was already here. Her messages stayed unread.

One of the tinted glass doors swung open. "Welcome," a gorgeous lady in a tight red dress greeted. "Reservation, miss?"

"Yes. Peters, for two."

Without missing a beat, she responded, "Ah, Rosina, is it? Charlie is running late. Please follow me."

Charlie hyped up this place to Rosina all the time. Her friend is a regular but didn't think it would be on first-name-basis king of regular. Rosina followed the lady in red through another double door, which lead into a giant restaurant with bars on all sides and a crowded dance floor toward the center.

They stopped at yet another door with a fancy gold "W." The lady pushed and held the door open to reveal - yup - a lady’s room. Although Charlie had prepared her for this, Rosina couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's through that door," the lady nudged her head toward the opposite wall. "Enjoy."

Then Rosina was alone in a freaking huge bathroom. She drew in a breath and pushed through the second door that she would have missed if the lady didn't point it out. It blended in like a chameleon with a gold 🍌 embordered at peep-hole level. Her heels clicked and clacked as she walked down the long hallway. The hem of her dark shimmering blue cocktail dress fluttered like she was walking down a runway. The tip of her long hair swayed with her footsteps.

A built man in a tux waited at the end. He was at least two heads taller than her. Then again, it wasn't hard to for anyone, if not everyone actually, be towering over her 5'2" petite frame. He discretely stared down her cleavage as she went on one leg like a flamingo and fished for her ID in a hidden pouch near the top of her knee-high boots. He took her ID and rose his eyebrow after a quick subtraction in his head - Is she really 37? Being a professional, he kept the inquiry to himself; held the door open for her to enter and bid, "Enjoy."

Rosina found herself in another open space that was twice, no may be three times the size of the facade up front. She made her way to the center stage and took an unoccupied seat, which was super plush and comfortable. Her dark eyes scanned the glass walls before settled on a tablet-size phone on the table.

Her red nails thumbed through the screens of bios and pictures. These are some gorgeous men. Fit. Young. Chiseled. So many. Lots of choice. Yet, she couldn’t choose one. She kept swiping; was a bit overwhelmed with choices and unsure who she should end with, or actually how to start the Friday night off really. A hook up? A deep heart-to-heart? A quickie? A repeated fuck? Someone to hold a conversation with? How is she going to enjoy the night?

"Hm.”

((OOC - *activate lurk mode* ))
 
Jack glanced at the alert on his watch. Another women had entered the lounge. He was aware that he was the only member available at the moment. An unusual situation to say the least.
He rose and headed to the lounge to greet the newest guest. He wanted to assure her that she would have many more choices shortly as more members checked in. He also wanted to check on riley while she talked to max. He was a little uneasy with her having extensive knowledge and access to the computer system an unusual oversight on his part allowing her as guest.
He was also attracted by her intellect as well her looks. Admittedly unhappy she had chosen max though he could never divulge that in his position.
 
Not wanting to keep Katie waiting, Marco had quickly stripped off his suit

The upper part of Katie's body twitched and her breasts bounced slightly when the word “ slut” was emphasized into her ear. Actually, not quite, not yet. She is just here today to test how it feels to be one.

“This is my first time here today. my husband has been pressing me to get into the lifestyle with him. He's been pressing me to let his employer get into my panties.......How about you? How long you've been into this...accompanying women?” Katie kissed Marco, as if those words moved her forward to him... “I am here sort of to practice how to open up...” Her legs now are spreading a little wider. Rubbing Marco's arms and chest, she continues, “Have you been with many girls?” The kiss is going deeper. The heat is radiating through the towel. They are both perspiring in profusion. She can feel his cock is thick through the soft fabric....Her husband has been sleeping in another room in their house and she's been trying to make her boss to want her.........Marco's cock is thick! Katie is falling under the power of flesh.
 
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Rosina lifted her eyes away from the phone when a man approached. Without directly introducing himself as the manager, his demeanor, knowledge and friendliness gave it away. Not to mention he was suavely well dressed.

After his assurance, Rosina smiled with a slight nod. “No worries. I have all night. Best comes to those who wait, ya?”

She could tell he was distracted. His eyes darted to other tables while he stood and spoke to her. Guess that came with the job.

“Jack, is it? I’m Rosina. It would be nice to have some company, but I’ll be fine. So go do your thang, if you must,” she assured him. She added a country-twang to ‘thang’ out of silly habit.
 
Ah Rosalina...Jacks attention was now refocused soley on her.
"I'm sorry my thing as you put it . Is to keep an eye on everything. You see this a fairly new enterprise . A concept I developed while talking to some women while in the process of developing this property. When I decided to build the night club some of the ladies described thier experiences in night clubs. Constantly fending off an aggressive assortment of losers ." He scanned the floor once more and smiled at her. "As it so happens things appear to be running smoothly. I would be delighted to join you for a drink. of course within our protocol...not without your invitation. "
 
As she continued to softly caress his member, the motion was enough to loosen the towel completely, and it slipped down against the side of the bench on which they were seated, also giving Katie her first look at him completely naked. Marco smiled to himself hearing her gasp, a mix of surprise and wonder, while her breaths simultaneously quickened in excitement. Even completely soft, he was bigger than most men hard, and now he began to quickly grow to his full length and thickness. As they continued to kiss, he slipped his hands under her thighs, effortlessly lifting Katie off the bench, then softly set her on his lap. With no prompting of his own, she spread her thighs wider and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“I’m a new member of the club, so you are my first,” he answered between kisses. “And I have been with many women, though none quite as beautiful as you…” A combination of good natural instincts, a strong desire to pleasure a woman, along with his years of experience, Marco’s skill was now fully on display with how she seemed to melt and moan at his every caress across her body. He slid a finger down the front of her body, and stopped between her legs, the heat and wetness of her slit increasing with every second. “I would be happy to help you with opening up,” he whispered into her ear, their hips now locked together allowing Katie to feel the full length of his cock.
 
“Noble cause,” Rosina commented after Jack’s short history of the place.

“For some though, deep down, aggression is what scratch the itch,” she then added with a coy smile.

“Ah, yes, drink. Consider yourself invited then.” Her attention went to the phone. Her fingers fleeted across the screen as she spoke, “You look like a scotch kind a guy, ya? Neat? Double?”

Although they sounded like questions, she didn’t wait for a response before putting in the order for both of them. Even if she was wrong of his taste, there would be more for her. Bonus – she wouldn’t have to wait for second round of order then. Rosina liked being decisive and streamlining things; occupational habit. Shoot first, adjust later.

“So!” Her eyes rose back to his. “Why Banana?” She looked around the establishment and couldn’t find a single resemblance of banana. “What is the most mind blowing thing you've performed for client?”
 
As she continued to softly caress his member, the motion was enough to loosen the towel completely,

Marco is lifting me off the bench, setting me on his lap. I spread my thighs further apart and have entered a trance. A mix of surprise and wonder, I feel my pussy fulfilled by the sheer size of his cock. I shift my hips slightly from side to side to make it fit in deeper. His hands have a firm grasp on my ass now. Slowly he starts to steer my hips. Slowly I start to rock. We are set in motion...

I am sure my husband's employer wants me to do the same with him. Yes, it would be my pleasure if he is as big as Marco. It would be my pleasure..….

“Very nice, Marco, Very nice....” As I am rocking his cock it's getting difficult to breathe in this small sauna room. “Marco,...it feels good....very good...... do other women rock you like this ? “….. His hands have a real firm grasp on my ass now . We move in unison, to and fro. My husband and his buddy never had me on their laps. They favor other positions. Marco is good at this one. We are grinding against each other, round and round, thrusting and shaking, in hot sweat . His muscular thighs are quivering with the intensity of his own driving force and my amazing energy. As I brush my breasts over his face, my nipples get pushed into his mouth. I pull and push and I pull and push. I alternate between left and right and back and forth This is how a slut does it in action.
 
Jack smiled at her comment about aggression. " well if that is your flavor you can have that too. I hope you like Belvenie, that's what sammy will send up for us."
He chuckled at Rosina's rapid fire questions." Well nothing beyond the obvious sexual inuendo. Simply a place where a girl can shop for a banana dejour. Or several if they are available.
Without the usual social stigma. You are free to do what you please."
The waiter placed the bottle of scotch on the table along with a bowl of ice and tongs. He turned to Rosina " please ring if you desire anything else miss.
Jack waited for her response before continuing. " The wildest? Well in our short time I have seen a number of things here in the lounge including strip poker games and adult versions of spin the bottle. For myself I had one lady take her down to the gym and enact her personal trainer fantasy, but there was a woman who took me to her home. She had her husband sit in an armchair next to the bed. For over an hour I was guided to take her in everyway possible while she gave her husband a lewd and graphic play by play. Telling him how good I made her feel and thanking him for letting her have a real man.
When it was over I dressed and left without a word. He was still in the chair holding her hand while they gazed at each other. It was a surreal experience.
 
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As Katie and Marco became one, he let out a soft, yet deep moan. He was amazed by how tight she was, her walls gripping his cock like a vice. At the same time her desire for him was clear, her juices coating his long, thick shaft, while her pussy readily stretched to accommodate his size. First, the bulbous mushroom head of his manhood slid inside her, then one inch after another, until finally she had taken all eleven inches of his length, and much more easily and faster than anyone would have expected, but Marco had such an effect on women. Do you like my big, brown, cock?” he whispered into her ear, loving the contrast of his darker skin against her lighter complexion, as the tip pressed against the opening to her side womb.

At first, Katie didn’t respond, simply moaning loudly, a mix of pain and pleasure that was quickly becoming solely the latter. Then, she began to rock against her hips, rhythmically riding him, and he began to match her tempo in kind. He cupped his hands around her firm butt, using them to press their bodies even more tightly together. “No one quite like you,” he moaned, between kisses he was showering upon her breasts. He lingered on one of her nipples, his tongue swirling around it. He could feel her beginning to tremble, thrashing uncontrollably against him as her first, true orgasm burst forth from between her legs. “That’s it… come for me, my gorgeous slut!” encouraged Marco.
 
Marco, thank you. It was a good romp.
11” ? It could be 12”. you are amazing.
We are done now, right?
Looks like it's time for me to go home .
See you next time.
 
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