She waited in the small room, her foot tapping
nervously on the wooden floor. The wind outside gusting as the rain
began
beating the window in protest. Her hair was long and golden, almost to
her waist. Her body was slim and tapered. There was not an ounce of
excess body fat on her. Her face was young and pretty, with full lips
and small nose . Her eyes were round and grey, cool one minute and
alluring the next. Her skin was golden and clear. She was perfect for
the Club.
This was her third visit to the Club. The first time she came she had
been paraded and prodded, like cattle at the market. The second time she
had been tested, needles and vials. This time she was to be offered.....
The room was a holding room; there was only the window, one door and a
mirror. From the other side of the mirror she knew people were looking.
She had been prepared; her body had been washed and massaged, oils
soaking into her skin mixing with her scent. Her body hair had been
shaved and every detail attended to just to make her perfect. She wore a
collar of leather, impressed with studs of chrome. Her leather harness
fit perfectly. She was perfect.
There were others she knew; she had met them in the gathering room; they
were here for the same thing. As the preparations moved on everyone had
been separated and put into their holding rooms to wait to be chosen.
The anticipation heightened her senses, and her foot tapped faster.
Would she be picked? She needed it, yearned for it.
Then the door opened and the four men walked in. They moved around her
inspecting her. She was moved from the holding room into a luxurious
room with velvet curtains and dark wooden desks. A chaise longue and an
open fire, a dining table set for four with silver salvers and crystal
wine goblets. She was to serve them, respond to their every whim. They
touched her when she poured their wine, pushing their fingers inside
her. Her vagina, her anus. It did not matter, that was why she was
there. They held her nipples tight and felt the weight of her breasts.
It was good, they noticed her.
After dinner the men lit their cigars by the fire, watching her clear
the table and serve the hot black coffee. They motioned for her to kneel
by the fire. One pulling his cock from his trousers, demanding she suck
him, the other grabbing her breasts from behind pushing his hard-on into
the small of her back. The other knelt before her his cock engorged and
pulled her onto his lap, pushing his cock inside her. The man behind her
thrust his cock into her anus. It tore her but she did not complain this
was the club; this was why she was here. A dildo was pushed into her
whilst the men took it in turns for her to pleasure them. They whipped
her genitals gently at first with a cat 'o' nine tails, then with more
passion, their excitement building. They came one by one in her mouth,
shouting for her to lick them clean. Their enjoyment, their pleasure had
to be met.
All the time this was unfolding the fourth man watched rubbing himself,
savouring his friends enjoyment, this was his whore, he had paid a lot
of money for her and his business associates would be grateful and
impressed. She was his third whore and would bring him many
opportunities. What a way to make a business deal. Smiling happily he
watched and played with himself contentedly. He would see a return on
his investment and the privacy of his clients was protected....so they
thought!!!!.....this was the beauty of The Club...
Copyright © J.J. Erotica 2006
