I asked Adam, “You guys going home or staying here tonight?”
Adam took a swig of Guinness. He ordered the beer special for the bottle. I thought it was better from the tap, but to each his own. “Nah, we’ll be at home tonight. Ainsley has class in the morning, and those cock-blocker books apparently need her attention.”
He looked around me at Ainsley and winked. She giggled. Adam turned back to me. “Have you given any more thought to hiring a manager?”
Adam thought we should hire someone to come in and manage Club Envy. I’d asked for a few days to think about it. There were additional liabilities we could incur by not being as involved. Plus, I’d run some numbers to see if the finances added up. The club was doing extremely well, but we still had to make sure our return on investment was there. Hiring someone else was a big step for me to take. The club was my security blanket, in a sense. But Quentin gave me some perspective. I remembered his words, It’s okay to take a step back. Not being able to do everything doesn’t make you a failure. The club required a lot of attention, and it was time to enjoy life a little more.
“I think we need two managers so we’re covered,” I told Adam. “One can be designated for the bar side and one the sex club side. It’ll help keep Trigger and Snake from bouncing back and forth. The club can support the extra personnel and has probably needed it for a while. We’ll oversee everything and cut back our hours significantly.”
I ran my hands through my hair and pushed my sleeves up to my elbows. In the end, I was relieved and knew I had made the right decision.
Adam raised his beer, “I’ll get Hampton to start looking for candidates.”
Hampton was our guy who helped do background checks and investigations. Last year, some guy had been taking photographs of the inside the club. Cameras were prohibited, but an employee had snuck the guy in. Hampton found the two guys and handled it.
I nodded. “Tell Hampton we want people with at least five years of experience.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’m going to give my girl some attention.” Adam set his beer on the iridescent bar top. “I’m going to out-maneuver the cock-blockers.”
“I heard that,” Ainsley called.
We laughed, and I said, “I’ll see you guys later. Good luck.”
Adam picked up Ainsley, throwing her over his shoulder as she slapped his ass. He slapped hers back and said, “Oh, luck has nothing to do with it.”
No, luck had nothing to do with being with the person you were meant to be with. Fate. Fate had everything to do with it.
ADAM AND AINSLEY disappeared into the crowd. Brandt turned to me and came into my space, pushing me against the bar. I put my elbows on the bar top, which lifted my breasts. The moment we’d walked into the club, memory after memory had assaulted me like a freight train. When we’d pulled into the parking lot, the fear of not being what we had been felt all-consuming. But having a few minutes to talk to Ainsley had helped as I eased back into the club and felt Brandt’s hand on my back. I knew Brandt thought it was good that I was different now, but this step was still intimidating for me.
The place was alive with sex. Members had to be clothed in the main area, but touching and groping and practically anything else was okay.
Brandt looked into my eyes as I watched him. We were both figuring out the next step. I tipped my head back in invitation, and Brandt accepted as his warm lips touched the base of my neck and worked their way up. Couples around us were engaged in their own fun. No one cared what we were doing.
He murmured against my skin, “Nikola…”
Goose bumps prickled my flesh as his hand wandered up and cupped my breast. His leg came between my legs and Brandt’s mouth found mine. The kiss intensified, and I wrapped my hands around Brandt’s neck, knotting my fingers into his hair. He kissed my ear and brought the lobe into his mouth.
His breath tickled my ear. “Do you want to go to our room?”
I nodded and Brandt picked me up, cradling me in his arms so we could continue tasting each other as we walked. The music wrapped around us, building the desire. I lost track of where we were, until I heard a door open and close. I looked around the room.
“Brandt, this is our room…” I never thought he’d have kept this room. It was our special place at the club. I had assumed our room was gone. My head turned back to Brandt, who watched me closely. “You kept our room?”
We searched each other’s eyes, not sure what to say to each other.
Finally, Brandt spoke, “I did keep it. Tonight marks one month since you agreed to give us a shot. I thought we could be together somewhere that was special to us.”
He put me down. I imagined so many of the times we were together as I looked at every piece of furniture. The Tantra Chair, the bench, the sex swing, and the bed all had beautiful memories of us. Brandt put his hands on my hips. His fingers flexed. He seemed unsure of what he was supposed to do next. I was unsure, too. The bed had black satin sheets. The walls were painted a dark silver-gray. Mirrors hung on the ceiling.
My nerves shot up. I didn’t want to mess this up. I wanted it to be perfect like it had been before. I shifted my purse and remembered my Magic 8 Ball. I turned and stepped back. As I handed Brandt the 8 Ball, he furrowed his brow, taking it, bewildered.
“You want me to fulfill my bet now?” He chuckled.
I nodded. “I do.”
“Okay.”
I know it seemed way off-base, but this was the only way I knew to lower our barriers. Brandt was unsure on where I stood, and I was afraid to ask for what I wanted.
Running my tongue across my lips, I said, “Ask the Magic 8 Ball if you should fuck me hard.”
Brandt nearly dropped the ball and took a step forward. I took a step back and took my top off, leaving me naked from the waist up in my tiny silver skirt and heels.
As Brandt started to speak, I shimmied out of my skirt, kicked it off, and left my heels on. “Magic 8 Ball, does Nikki want me to fuck her hard?”
Using the nickname he only used during hard sex had me squirming with anticipation. My magic 8 ball better be on my side tonight. Brandt shook the 8 Ball and closed his eyes. When he looked down, I held my breath waiting for the answer.
“That glorious blue triangle has spoken. It is certain that you should be fucked tonight.”
Brandt prowled toward me, discarding the 8 Ball on a nearby chair, as he pulled his thermal shirt over his head. “Leave your heels on,” he commanded.
He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I could see the base of his dick—Brandt was commando. Next, off came his boots. Then I was the hunted again. I stood firm as he approached without slowing. In an instant, I was thrown over his shoulder. A finger trailed down my spine, toward my ass. As he passed lightly over my back entrance, my muscles flexed involuntarily. There was more pressure as he passed over my other opening, making a trail of wet desire to my clit and then back to my core. I squirmed, wanting him to enter me. Brandt had taken control, and I gladly gave it to him.
“Grab the straps, Nikki.”
As he pulled me off his shoulder, I saw the black straps of the sex swing. I held the straps as he positioned them: one below my ass and the other to support my back. When those were in place, I let go and let the other swing straps hold me. My legs were threaded through the holders to support them. I was on display as I leaned back and looked at myself in the mirror on the ceiling. My body was slightly tanned and my hair cascaded behind me. My eyes were wide and my breathing had accelerated slightly as I watched the rosy pink tips of my breasts rise and fall.
“You’re beautiful, Nikki.” Brandt appeared in the mirrors as he trailed his finger tip from between my breasts to my navel. A flip-flopping feeling came over me as he passed over my lower stomach. I was still looking up at the mirror as Brandt came to stand between my legs and his fingers felt my opening again. The tatted tops of his arms and messy hair were all I could see.
I glanced at his face. His jaw was set and his m
uscles taught. “Keep your eyes on the mirror. I want you to watch yourself come undone. Don’t shut your eyes.”
“I won’t.”
My eyes focused back up to the mirror, and Brandt lowered to his knees. He pushed my body out on the swing, then brought it back in. When my sex touched his lips, Brandt sucked my clit into his mouth before releasing it, allowing my body to relax again. On the next motion inward, his tongue entered me and swirled about and noises of pleasure escaped my mouth. He repeated the motion, alternating between my clit and core. The moans were becoming desperate as he kept me just out of reach of my orgasm. It was heaven and hell simultaneously. Desire and need were at the surface, waiting to escape.
I was close to begging, which I knew would only prolong the agony. I clamped my mouth shut and kept staring at the ceiling, where the mirrors were, watching Brandt devour me. The noises in my throat turned to whimpers. My body couldn’t take any more. I was on the verge of cracking. Brandt’s name was on the tip of my lips when he brought me back swiftly to him and flicked his tongue on my clit in that way that made me scream incoherently as a mountain of an orgasm exploded like a volcano that had been waiting to erupt. At the peak of euphoria, my back arched from onslaught of feeling.
As the orgasm ebbed, my body went limp in the swing, and Brandt let me go, allowing the swing to sway. I closed my eyes.
“Feeling better, Nikki?”
The rough sound of his voice had desire building within me again.
“Yes. Much better. But I’d feel better with you inside me.”
“Open your eyes.” They shifted open. Brandt still had on his jeans, but they were pulled down enough for his cock to be free. It pulsed with lust. He started swinging me a little more. “I love watching you hang here with those fuck-me heels on. They’re about to get what they want.”
“I hope so.”
The swing moved enough now that I was getting close to being able to touch Brandt. On the next move toward him, his dick touched my entrance but didn’t penetrate, even though I tried to keep the swing from swinging back. Brandt knew how to build my body and take it to the edge of no return.