“Watch, feel, touch, undress your upper half, not lower. Lower half has to be covered. There are a lot of rooms in the back that are constantly being changed out and cleaned. They only allow so many patrons in the club at a time so they can keep up.”
“So you’ve fucked in the back rooms?”
“Yes,” he answers just as our drinks are brought to us. Levi is handed a tumbler, but it doesn’t look like alcohol.
“What is that?” I ask.
“Club soda,” he answers. “Game tomorrow, so I don’t want to drink the night before. I try to avoid it as much as I can. Plus, I want to be present when I fuck.”
“Understood,” I say just as I spot a gorgeous woman in a pair of high-waisted pants and a bra walking toward us. Her long black hair swishes behind her as her hips sway side to side, her eyes set on one person and one person alone . . . Levi.
I take a large sip of my drink just before she arrives.
“Hey,” she says in a seductive voice. She holds her hand out to Levi. “I’m Samantha.”
He takes her hand and says, “Levi, nice to meet you.”
She then turns to me and says, “I’m sorry, am I overstepping? I didn’t even see you until I got up here. I guess I was just fixated on how handsome your boyfriend is.”
“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” I say, waving my hand in dismissal. “He’s my boss. Yup, at a sex club with my boss.” I nod awkwardly. “Actually, I’m here to help him find someone to fuck.”
“You’re here . . . helping him?” Samantha asks and looks Levi up and down. “Doesn’t seem like he needs help at all.”
I shrug. “I’m just doing what he asks.”
“Well then, let’s see if I’m right for the job,” she says as she sits beside me and holds out her hand. “I’m Samantha.”
“Wylie,” I say, taking her hand in mine and marveling at how soft it is. I look her in the eyes and say, “This might be bold, but you’re gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” she says with a sweet smile. She crosses one leg over the other and places her hand on my thigh. “You’re breathtaking.” She touches my cheek and says, “Your eyes are so beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I reply as a hint of heat builds.
I’m very proud of my sexuality. I’ve been with men and women, and I find everything about the female body so sexy. It’s why I love watching Patty Ford, and it’s why I feel almost drawn toward Samantha at the moment. In college, I was very fluid—something my dad doesn’t know—but I’ve had my fun.
“Tell me what your boss is looking for?”
“He said he likes all bodies but is looking for dark hair, which you have. So winning already.” I glance behind me at Levi, who watches us intently. “But I know from experience he loves a great set of tits.”
Samantha glances down at her chest, then back at me. “I think I can help in that department.”
“I think so,” I answer. “I think I’d also want him to have someone who could pleasure him seductively. Tease him. Edge him. He tends to edge himself a lot.”
“Does he?” she asks, looking over at Levi. “You say that as if you have experience.”
I shake my head. “No, but I know him well enough to understand he doesn’t just come for release. He likes to come for a purpose.”
“I like that,” Samantha says as she drags her fingers up and down my thigh.
“Are you good at edging?” I ask her, the tingling sensation of her touch sending bolts of arousal straight between my legs.
“Very good,” she whispers, leaning in. And then, to my surprise, she straddles my lap. Her legs fall on either side of mine, and her breasts are right at eye level as she brings her hands to my shoulders. “Let’s pretend you’re Levi. I’d start with conversation, touching him gently, making it absolutely clear how hot I think he is. After slowly unbuttoning his shirt, my hands would wander.”
“He’d like that,” I say as I place my hands on her thighs.
“And then I’d tell him that he could use me in any way he wants.”
“He would,” I say as I bite my lip.
“What do you think he’d do first?” she asks.
My cheeks heat as my mouth goes dry because . . . God, she’s really hot.
And I don’t know what prompts me, but before I can stop myself, I move my hands to the clasp of her bra and say, “He’d remove this. I know he’d want to see your tits.”
“Then do it,” she whispers.
Without thinking, I unclasp her bra and watch as it falls down her arms, revealing her breasts. Her beautiful breasts. They’re not as big as mine, but they’re firm and high with dark, pierced nipples.
God, I’m so jealous.
“You have amazing breasts,” I say as I stare at them. “I love your nipple piercings.”
“Do you think Levi would like them?” she asks, puffing her chest out.
I glance over at Levi, expecting him to be staring at Samantha, but I lock eyes with him instead. His attention is on me.
“Um, I think . . . he would,” I say as I turn back to Samantha.
She rests her hands on my shoulders and starts moving her hips over mine. “Would he like this?”
I bite my bottom lip as I grow even wetter because, how could I not? The couple on stage is undressing each other, Samantha’s on top of me—her beautiful breasts thrusting in front of me, her hips rotating over mine—and Levi’s staring at us, watching every moment. It’s checking all of my boxes and might be one of my best sexual experiences.
So I decide to take advantage of it.
“Can I touch you?” I ask her. “I want to make sure you’re absolutely perfect for him.”
“Please do,” she says.
Excited, I move my hands up her sides to her breasts where I palm them and lightly drag my thumbs over her nipples, loving the feel of her piercings against the pad of my thumb.
I’m throbbing.
I’m so turned on. So hot. So ready for whatever comes next that I get lost in the feel of her breasts.
“Levi would love this,” I say. “He’d play with your nipples all night.”
“God, I hope so,” Samantha breathes.
I squeeze her breasts again, pushing them together this time. “You’re so hot,” I tell her.
She looks down at me and says, “You are too.”
Her teeth pull on her lip.
I lean close to her breast, ready to take one in my mouth, when she cups my chin.
“Have you ever kissed a girl, Wylie?”
“Yes,” I say as I slide my hands down her back to the waistband of her pants.
She pushes me back on the couch and drags her fingers up my stomach to my breasts, where she draws a circle around my hardened nipple.
I nearly let out a loud, boisterous moan.
“Don’t you think you should test to see how I kiss, to make sure I’m good enough for Levi?”
I nod my head. “Yeah, I think I should.”
She leans forward, her tits pressing against mine as she grips my cheek.
I slide one hand over her ass and cup the back of her head with the other hand.
Every bit of me throbs as she lowers her mouth.
At the last second, I wet my lips, ready for her—and then feel her being pulled off my lap.
What?
My eyes flash open, and I catch Levi standing beside her, his hand in hers. He bends down, picks up her bra, and stuffs it in his back pocket.
Then he threads their fingers together and says, “Back room. Now.”
Samantha smiles up at him . . . as realization hits me.
Wait, he’s taking her?
She’s . . . she’s the one he’s choosing?
And before I can say anything, they head back toward the private rooms.
No, that wasn’t supposed to happen.
He’s not supposed to go back there with her. He’s supposed to . . . hell, what is he supposed to do?
Break.