Play Room: A Society X Novel Page 3

  “Good evening, I’m Trent. Would you like a drink?” Clearing my throat, I look over to see a young guy with platinum hair and a bright smile. He has to be in his early twenties. “Um, can I have a water?”

  “Sure,” he replies, his smile growing wider.

  There’s an empty table toward the back of the room and that’s exactly where I go. Women are everywhere, including several men gawking at the strippers on stage. Trent comes back with a bottle of water and hands it to me. “Enjoy your night. I’ll come back around in a few minutes to check on you.”

  I nod. “Thank you.”

  Once he’s gone, another stripper takes the stage, wearing holey jeans and a white T-shirt. He has light brown hair and tanned skin, which looks good against his white shirt. His body moves across the stage as if he’s born to be there. He slides down to the floor and thrusts like he’s fucking the air. It’s so hot I can feel my insides tighten. I want to reach between my legs and satisfy the ache. Oh, the lustful sins going through my head right now. All of my friends experimented with sex when we were in high school. I’m the only one who shied away from it. Now, it’s like all of my desires and hidden cravings have come at me full force.

  The stripper finishes on stage and joins the crowd of women, making his way through them with a huge smile on his face. The ladies go crazy, but none of them touch him. His gaze catches mine and I suck in a breath; especially, when he heads my way.

  I don’t want to talk to him.

  Grabbing my bottle of water, I get up as fast as I can. I’ve seen enough. The door is only a few yards away, but before I can close the distance, a guy steps in front of me. “Hi,” he says, his lips pulling back in a sexy smirk.

  “Hi,” I reply. His dark brown hair is gelled in messy spikes and he has bright blue eyes. He could easily be one of the strippers, but he’s dressed in one of the tuxedos.

  Holding out his hand, his eyes stay fixed on mine. “My name’s Jared. You’re Alexandria, right?”

  I shake his hand. “How did you know that?”

  He shrugs. “I know everyone in this room. I can also tell it’s your first time here.”

  Cheeks flaming, I cover my face. “Oh, my God, is there a sign on my forehead? You’re the second person to tell me that.”

  I slide my hands down my face and he laughs. “I’ve been in this business for a while now. If it makes you feel any better, there’s a few newbies in this room tonight.” Glancing around the room, I can’t tell who’s who. “Were you getting ready to leave? I see you were headed for the door.”

  I shrug. “I don’t know if I belong here. Don’t get me wrong, it’s an amazing club, but it’s not my scene.”

  His brows furrow. “Sure about that? You haven’t been here long. There are other parts of the club you haven’t seen.”

  My pulse spikes and I can feel the sweat beading at my back. Dani and Adrienne told me about the sex rooms. “Don’t you have to be a member to see those parts?” I ask.

  “You do. That’s why I’m here talking to you. I selected you to become a member if that’s something that interests you.”

  “Really?” I gasp. “What do you get with a membership?”

  His eyes twinkle in the lights. “Follow me and I’ll show you.” I look around the room and I can’t help but notice a lot of evil glares as I follow Jared. He glances back and notices my hesitance. Grinning slyly, he nods toward one of the side doors. “They’re looking at you like that because they know what I’m offering you.”

  He opens the door and it seals behind us. The hallway is long and dimly lit with several other closed doors. “I’m assuming you don’t accept everyone?” I ask.

  “Unfortunately, no. Not everyone meets our criteria.” I follow him down the hall and he stops at one of the closed doors, his hand on the handle.

  “Why did you pick me?”

  He stares right into my eyes. “You have an innocence about you. It’s what drew me to you in the first place. Being promiscuous isn’t what all we search for. I watched you looking at the strippers. You like what you saw, but you’re afraid to admit it.”

  It’s like he can see right through me. “This is all new to me. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  “You’re here,” he says, his voice like smooth honey. “It’s the first step.” When he presses down on the door handle, the door slides open. It’s dark inside, but he nods for me to take a peek. There’s a couch straight ahead with a woman facing the stage and a man kneeling on the floor, his face buried between her legs. On the stage is a couple having sex, their moans loud enough for me to hear.

  Placing a hand on my chest, I step back and Jared closes the door. “Oh, my God.”

  He chuckles lightly. “That’s the viewing room. We have a lot of couples who like it. Instead of watching porno movies at home, they come here to watch it live. But you can watch anything you desire. It can be something as simple as a strip tease, or someone masturbating, or people having sex. There are a ton of people who love being watched.”

  I clear my throat. “It’s very interesting.” As much as I want to explore things for myself, that isn’t one of them. I’m a little too modest.

  Jared stops at another door but doesn’t attempt to open it. “Inside here is the dark room. It’s occupied right now. Basically, it’s a place where you can have a partner and not ever have to know who they are. It’s completely dark to keep anonymity.”

  “That’s interesting as well,” I say, unable to form any other words. The thought of the dark room intrigues me, but there’s something no one knows other than my friends … I’m a virgin.

  Jared grins, clearly finding me amusing. “The last of our rooms is the play room.” He walks down to the final door and opens it. It’s a huge room with a bed, but there’s a lot of empty space. “We’re getting ready to set it up for our next clients. That’s why there’s nothing in here yet.”

  I step inside the room. “What do people do in here?”

  Jared peers around the room and then back to me. “Anything you want. It’s more like a fetish room. We have some clients who love sucking toes and other clients who love having their toes sucked. It works perfectly for them. There are even others who enjoy the simple things like blowjobs and breast massages. If you decide to join us, I’ll be your club contact. If there’s something you’re interested in, you can tell me, and I’ll match you up.”

  “What about my identity? How can you keep that hidden?”

  “Simple,” he says with a grin. “Your partners don’t have to know who you are. If you want, we can make sure they’re blindfolded. Whatever you want, we can do … within reason.”

  I walk over to the bed and slide my fingers across the silky, red fabric. The thought of lying on it while a man touches me makes my body tremble. “I’m not experienced, Jared. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m new to all of this.”

  “It’s my job to pick out those who can do this, Alexandria. We all have desires and things we secretly want. For new female members, you get a month free to try everything out. After that, there’ll be a membership fee. You and your partners will be able to rate the experiences you share with each other once they’re done.”

  Eyes wide, I glance at him over my shoulder. “You mean, they can say if I’m good or not?” With my luck, I’ll get a bad rating for not being sexy enough, or being completely clueless. If the workers here can see I’m a newbie, I have no doubt my partners will be able to as well.

  He chuckles. “And you can do the same. If you want to be good, you’ll have to practice. Not all of us were experts when we first started. Think of it as a learning experience.”

  Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and slowly let the air out. “Okay,” I blurt out. “I’m in. Where do I sign?”

  Five

  Kai

  I sip on my rum and Coke while the woman in front of me dances slowly. Her dark hair is curled, leaving her long locks to spring with every step or movement she makes.

/>   Her finger goes to her mouth. Her tongue darts out, wetting it before she simulates a blowjob. I grab my dick, letting her know exactly where her mouth can go, but she doesn’t catch my drift.

  She continues to saunter in front of me, bending to show me her voluptuous ass. I’m tempted to grab a hold of her hips and pull her to my face so I can taste her, every inch of her, but I refrain. I like this little game that she’s playing.

  Her hands snake behind her back as she looks at me from over her shoulder, tossing her hair at the same time. It’d look glorious threaded through my fingers. Knowing this excites me. I rub the front of my pants again, showing that with each teasing moment, she’s making me harder and harder.

  The clasps on her bra are undone and she pulls her shoulders forward, as if she’s suddenly shy. Doesn’t she know that she’s here for me? That I came here to watch her? Fuck her? I hate this teasing shit and am about to tell her as much, except she turns around and shows me her tits. They’re massive, more than a handful, but something I can definitely motorboat. I’m desperate to see her taut nipples, but her hair is in the way. I reach out to brush it aside, but she sidesteps out of my way.

  She starts to dance and I lean forward to get a better look at her nipples. Only they’re covered by fucking tassels. I throw my hands up in frustration, but she just shakes her head. This is all a game to her. Doesn’t she understand that I need her? That my cock is aching to be sucked by her naughty mouth?

  No, she doesn’t because she continues to gyrate the air, as if the mother fucking air is the man that she wants to be with. Another rum and Coke appears. Thank fuck because I need it to quench my thirst. I sip it slowly, savoring the amber taste as it drips down the back of my throat. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that she’s intent on getting me drunk.

  She comes back over, this time crawling toward me. When she’s in front of me, she licks her lips and sits back on her knees, thrusting her breasts inches from my face. I reach for a tassel to pull it off, but it doesn’t budge. It must be stuck with superglue or something because I’ve pulled those off before. Haven’t I? I can’t recall, but it seems like a normal thing to do.

  My girl comes back toward me, teasing me with the thin straps of her thong. She pulls them out, away from her body, only to snap them back in place. She does this again and again, each time showing me a bit more of her pussy. I’m growing tired of her cat and mouse game. I want to get down to business. I’m a busy man and she knows this.

  Standing, I rip the button of my slacks off, yank the zipper down, and rub the front of my bulge. She licks her lips. Oh yeah, baby, two can play this game. My dick grows harder, begging to be let out from its cloth confines. Gripping the elastic waistband, I push my briefs down until they’re resting around my knees.

  My cock springs up, slapping against my skin. The woman crawls toward me, licking her lips as she does. She beckons me toward her, but I sit back down in the chair and start stroking myself.

  She sits back and spreads her legs, pushing her thong aside. Her finger slides up and down her pussy, finally inserting two fingers deep inside of her core. I move my chair closer so I can get a better look and she does the same thing.

  “Yeah, baby,” I say as I tighten the hold on my dick. “Fuck those fingers.”

  She does as I command, rocking her hips back and forth. She looks fucking sexy up there and I need a better look. As I get closer, she lays back. My free hand spreads her leg out wider so I don’t miss anything.

  “I need …” she mutters.

  “What do you need?”

  “This,” she says as she sticks her foot into my mouth.

  Foot. Toes. Toenails. Toe jam. Callous.

  I start gagging and she moves her toes against my tongue. A nail jabs into the roof of my mouth. I try to pull away, but she only moves with me. I can’t breathe, and feel my stomach starting to roll. I slap at her foot, but she only crams it harder down my throat.

  My cheeks expand like I’m holding a gallon of water in my mouth, except it’s not water. Everything from my stomach expels all over her foot, leg and pussy, none of it getting onto the floor.

  Her eyes turn red as she roars, growing taller and taller as she hovers over me. She reaches down and pulls my dick until it pops off. I cry out but she just laughs and disappears behind the door.

  The lights come on. I look around and find everyone laughing at me. Slowly, I glance down at my crotch and find my dick missing. I’m not bleeding and it doesn’t hurt. It’s just that my dick doesn’t exist anymore.

  I startle awake, heart racing. What the fuck did I just dream about? My heart is racing in fear. My hands are at my side, pressing into the mattress. Sweat drips into my eyes, but I’m afraid to move to wipe it away. Hell, I’m afraid to move in case that woman is still somewhere in my room. Talk about a nightmare from hell.

  My phone rings. It’s not on my nightstand but in the other room. I try to move, but my muscles fight against me. My eyes adjust to the small sliver of light peeking through my blinds, but it’s not enough for me to see around my room. I try to calm my heartbeat so I can hear what’s going on in the living room, but aside from my ringing phone I don’t hear anything else.

  The last thing I remember is being with Parker and Bryant … Bryant and that stupid fucking club.

  “God, did I go there with him last night?” I finally move my hand to rub it over my face. My groin twitches. I’m hesitant to look under my covers, fearful that I did in fact lose my … my stomach rolls as visions start replaying in my mind.

  Toes. I remember sharp toes being crammed into my mouth. I hate toes and their unhealthy habits. I can’t take it anymore. Throwing my comforter back, I turn until my feet are touching the hardwood floors.

  Slowly, I look at my crotch. “Thank you, Jesus,” I mutter as I see my morning wood peeking through the flap of my boxers. I don’t think I have ever been so excited to see my dick before.

  My phone rings again, and this time I make my way into the living room to answer it.

  “Hey, Mom.”

  “Kai, did I wake you?”

  She knows she did. She called twice. “Nah, I couldn’t find my phone.”

  “Oh, do you have a lady friend over? What’s her name?” She sounds so excited.

  “Um …” Pausing with my mother is never a good thing.

  “Oh no, we’re you … you know, giving her the nuts?” The woman’s lost her damn mind. It must be all the romance novels she reads. My father loves it. He keeps saying I need to find a woman who likes to read. Apparently, their sex life is better because of it.

  “Jesus Christ,” I mutter. “There isn’t anyone here, Mom. And if there were, I don’t think I’d be calling it ‘giving her the nuts.’ I don’t know where you heard that shit from.”

  She bursts out laughing. “Some of the ladies at work were calling it that. I thought it was the new trend. I won’t call it that anymore.”

  “Thank you.” I walk into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I need it after that fucked up dream.

  “Are you even meeting any women out there?” she asks.

  “Not yet. I’ve only been here for a few days. Give me time,” I tell her.

  “You know it’s okay if you’re gay. Your father and I will understand.”

  I shake my head. “I’m not gay, Mom. I will meet someone soon.” I just chose not to tell her about all the women I’ve slept with. Once my coffee’s done, I pour myself a cup and sit down on the couch.

  “How’s your job? Is your boss being nice to you?”

  “Of course. We’re getting ready to start a huge project.” Closing my eyes, I fall back onto my couch. I tell her everything that is going on, what I’m going to be doing for Sweet Briar. She tells me that her and my father will look it up and see if it’s a place that she wants to visit. She never will. Every time I’ve moved, she’s said the same thing, but always found a reason not to come visit. I get it, she’s afraid to fly and the thought o
f driving doesn’t appeal to her. Anything that isn’t within thirty minutes of home is out of the way for her.

  “Well, that’s good sweetheart.”

  “How’s dad?” I ask, finishing up my coffee. I hurry into my bedroom to get ready for the day. My mother can talk for hours on the phone if I let her. She’s funny as hell though.

  She sighs. “Not too bad. He has to have a colonoscopy next week. That’s what happens when you get old.”

  “I see that. Tell him I hope it goes okay.”

  “Oh, I will. And just so you know, I read a study on the prostate the other day. It said that to avoid issues, make sure to have sex frequently. If you don’t have a partner, then take matters into your own hands … literally.” She giggles and I shake my head. I thank any deity that is listening that she is saying this over the phone and not out loud in front of a bunch of people. Whose mother reminds them to jack off frequently to keep their prostate healthy? Mine does as if it’s an everyday conversation to have with your son.

  When she finally hangs up, I stay where I am and analyze my dream. If I hadn’t been to that club, I wouldn’t have had that nightmare.

  Feet.

  In my mouth.

  The thought makes me want to hurl.

  I rush to the bathroom and quickly brush my teeth. I don’t care if I it was a dream. I can still feel something in my mouth. After I thoroughly rinse out my mouth, I stare at myself in the mirror. I regret filling out that form, listing my fetishes. I have none. I have fears, and my nightmare played out my worst one.

  I pray that I’m never called.

  Six

  Alexandria

  When I get off from work, I head to the gym. It’s been forever since I’ve gone. Adrienne used to go with me until her pregnancy started wearing her out. She doesn’t have the energy after work anymore. I just hate going by myself. Today, I’m sucking it up, and of course, it’s a packed house.

  I walk inside and sign in before heading to one of the stair climbers. The woman on the one beside me smiles and continues with her workout. Slipping in my earbuds, I turn on some Technotronic and move to the beat. The songs make me want to dance, but I’ve always been a little clumsy. Dancing on the stair climber will no doubt end in disaster.