Chapter2
Shephard
“I don’t know about this,”I say as the bartender gives me my second beer. There’s a three-drink limit in this place and I know I’m going to need a lot more than that to make it through the night.
“You’ve got to lighten up,” Marc says as he pats me on the back. “This is supposed to befun.”
I can feel the tension rolling down my back and knots forming in my shoulders. Is a sex club supposed to make you feel this stressed? I wouldn’t have anyidea.
“Come on, Shep, relax.” Marc takes his whiskey from the bar and sips it slowly. Maybe I should have gotten hard liquor, but I wanted to keep my wits. “I told you, I’ve been coming here for years, it’s totally safe. They only allow senior members to bring someone with them, and even then it’s on rare occasions we actually bring someone with us. You don’t have to do anything you don’t wantto.”
He looks away from me when he says it, and I know it’s because he’s trying not to make me feel bad. It makes me grip the bottle in my hand tighter and grind my teeth.
Marc and I have been friends since we were in middle school. Back then I had scoliosis and had to wear a back brace. You can imagine how a kid wearing one of those got treated, and it was a really shitty time in my life. Luckily, though, Marc wasn’t like everyone else and he took me under his wing. He was one of the cool kids back then, playing every sport he could and getting all the attention from girls. He even had the Zack Morris hair to go along with his ego, but he was never an asshole about it. He was one of the goodguys.
By the time we’d made it to our senior year of high school I didn’t have to wear the brace anymore, but the damage was done in most of their eyes. They could only ever see me as the kid with the disability, and that went double for the girls. Marc was always trying to set me up, but I never wanted pity dates. I grew a lot during college and was even able to play on some intramural flag football teams. Through hard work and being a late bloomer, I even got bigger than Marc. But by the time we graduated, I’d still never so much as kissed agirl.
To Marc’s credit, he never gave me shit about it, but we both know why he brought me here tonight. He wants me to getlaid.
It’s not like I’m not after the same thing, but there’s not a lot of women lining up outside my IT firm. I’m the best in the business at what I do, but almost all my work is done from home. If Marc didn’t drag me out to games and poker night, I’d still be sitting in my penthouse staring down at the city. He’s a good friend, and though I bitch about it, I appreciate him trying to help meout.
“I don’t know, man. Maybe another night,” I hedge, thinking maybe he’ll give me the keys to his car and I can get out ofhere.
He turns and looks at me, setting his drink on the bar. “I’ll make you adeal.”
I raise my eyebrow thinking this is probably not going to be what I’m after.
“You stay for one hour. That’s all I’m asking.”
I look around the bar and see a few people having drinks and talking softly. There are couples with wedding bands, singles mixed in between, and groups of four and five sitting at tables close by. Everything is calm, and if I didn’t know this was an orgy I would think it’s just a normal cocktail party. Sure, some of the women are dressed in clothes meant for clubbing, but nothing crazy. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe strap-ons and drag queens, but that doesn’t seem to mesh with what’s in front ofme.
“One hour?” I confirm, and Marc nods. “All right,” I agree, and he clinks his glass against my bottle.
Just as I take a drink, a soft chime interrupts the music on the speakers, and a set of double doors open. Two identical women in matching green dresses step forward. They’re holding hands and smile as they address the crowd.
“Good evening,” one of the twins says and winks at her sister. “Welcome to the Dungeon. The playground isopen.”
“Just remember,” the other twin says, “house rules apply in the open space, and anything goes in the private rooms.”
“Enjoy,” they say in unison, and the crowd begins to move aroundus.
“What are the house rules?” Suddenly I feel really unprepared forthis.
“It’s just what we went over in the car,” Marc answers. We remain at the bar as some of the crowd moves through the double doors. “In the open, you’re allowed to watch until you’re invited to participate. Multiple people join in, condoms are required, and there are helpers close by if there are any problems.”
“Are there usually problems?” I ask, feeling a little sweaty. I’m not completely innocent. I’ve watched porn, I jerk off, but this is so beyond anything I’ve been imagining my first time tobe.
“One time someone’s leg got stuck—” He laughs and then shakes his head. “I’m just fucking with you. No, there have never been problems. Anytime someone wants to be more private, there are rooms down the back hallway. Relax, Shep.”
I let out a breath and nod. One hour. Then I can get out of here and clear my head. We set our drinks down and Marc pushes away from the bar. I follow him through the double doors, trying to control my heartbeat. At six five, I have to duck a little under the frame, but once I step through, the room is gigantic. It’s nothing like I expect, but none of this hasbeen.
In the middle of the room there are two steps that lead up to what can only be described as a gigantic bed. There are drapes all around it and sheer fabric that screen some of the people already climbing in. I thought it would just be a pile of naked bodies, but it looks like something out of a Greek bath house. There are lounge chairs around the room with trays of fruit and water. Some couples are lying on them and only kissing, while others are strippingbare.
“I’ve got a meeting with the twins, but I’m close if you need anything. Remember—”
“To relax. I got it,” I say, not wanting Marc to be my babysitter.
I watch as the women in green smile at Marc and wrap their arms around him. He kisses each of them before they take a lounger on the other side of theroom.
I spot an empty space close by and walk over, leaning up against the wall. I don’t know where to look, but it seems that’s what I’m supposed to do. Some people are clearly into being watched, while some are here to do the watching.
I take a breath and try to calm my nerves. This is my first orgy, so I’m going to take thingsslow.
There are three men and one woman in the middle of the room, and she seems to be enjoying herself from the sound of things. A couple close to me smiles and raises their glasses of water, but I shake my head. Thank god Marc had explained the gesture to me earlier. If someone wants you to join in, that’s the signal, and it’s no offense if you say you don’t wantto.
I can’t take this kind of planning. Why can’t I just find a nice woman to ask on a date and then have sex like a normal person?
Glancing around, I see Marc fully engaged with the twins across the room. Giving up on this ridiculous idea, I push away from the wall. I’ll find my own way home. This isn’t forme.
Just as I turn toward the double doors, in walks the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. She’s so petite she probably only comes up to my stomach. But the sight of her thin, white dress and hard, pink nipples has my cock throbbing. She’s smiling at a woman beside her as she steps farther into the room and looks around.
I didn’t know what it would feel like when I was finally ready to take a woman under me, but the sight of her has every primal instinct screaming at me to mount and breed. Male hormones are taking over, and suddenly my reason for being here is perfectly clear.
Her. I’m here forher.