I closed the door to the room I’d had since childhood and leaned back against it. Now was the moment of truth. I dialed the number from the tattered business card.
It rang several times, followed by a long beep.
I proceeded to leave my message. “Um, hello. This is Saff—I mean, this is Susan. I, um, wanted some info about the club.”
My statements were coming out like questions. I hated that. I cleared my throat.
“Yes, I’m wanting to come by the club. I’m considering joining. That is, if you’re taking new members. I’d appreciate your returning my call.”
My phone rang ten minutes later while I was in the tub, nearly asleep in the steamy water. I didn’t normally bring my phone when I was bathing, but who knew what a sex club’s office hours were?
“Hello?”
“Is this Susan?” an authoritative female voice asked.
Susan? Oh Susan.
I straightened up in the tub, splashing water onto the floor.
“Yes. Yes, this is she.” Remain calm, remain cool.
“We received a message from you.”
That was it? Okay. I could play that game.
“Is this my return call from the Club Silk?” I asked, with equal authority.
“Yes, Susan.”
“Super. I’d like to come check it out.”
“How did you hear about us, Susan?”
Shoulda known they’d ask that.
“A friend. A friend told me I might like it.”
“Who, may I ask?” The caller was polite and yet forceful. Good approach.
“I’m afraid I can’t share their name.” I pictured the tattered piece of paper blowing up to the bus stop.
“Very well. Are you free tomorrow night?”
Are you kidding?
“Why yes. I am.” Shit. What would I wear?
“Do you have a pen?”
I looked around the bathroom. Of course I didn’t have a pen. Who had a pen in the bathroom?
“No. Why?”
“You need to know how to get here.”
Right. Duh.
“Can you text me the address?”
There was silence on the line. Then a sigh. “Yes. I’ll text you the information.”
What a gal.
“Thank you.”
“What time will we see you?”
“Around nine p.m. okay?”
“Yes, see you then,” said the clipped voice.
“By the way, when I get there, who do I ask for—”
Click.
Okay, then. The woman was not going to win any awards for customer service.
I settled back into the tepid water. It was time to get out, before I turned into a prune, but thinking about the club had me excited again. My hand wandered down to my pussy, where I found my clit, hard and erect, for the second time that day.
Mmmm.
I reached farther down to my opening, which had not surprisingly become quite slippery in all the excitement. Another finger joined my first. Initially, I made slow circles around my clit, still sensitive from my session a few hours earlier. My nipples tightened and poked through the surface of the bath, and with my free hand, I pinched and pulled them.
What would the club be like? Dark and dreamy? Would people be fucking right out in the open? Going at it in every nook and cranny? I couldn’t wait to find out. Not participate, of course. Just observe. This was strictly work.
I pictured a beautiful woman, legs covered in thigh-high stockings. She bent forward, her ass in the air for all the world to see.
A tall, dark stranger stood behind her, holding his giant erect cock just at the opening to her pussy.
She raised her hips to open herself to him, and he slowly entered. Once he was halfway in, she bucked against him, begging for more. The man pulled her long hair, her back curving into what looked like an uncomfortable arch. But she didn’t seem to mind, and in fact bucked harder, releasing a scream that filled the room. All heads turned to see her, and several observers moved closer for a better view.
With his hand full of her hair, the man plunged his cock inside her. Her mouth hung open, her body convulsing. Her hands pulled her ass cheeks open in case there was a possibility he could drive his cock even deeper. He pumped faster and faster, and when he released her hair, her head bounced wildly. A series of guttural cries announced her explosion into an orgasm.
Her lover was not far behind. with another pump, and he threw his head back, releasing a string of profanities…
I’d had been rubbing my clit in time to my imaginary friends, my own orgasm building to a crescendo. I gasped as my climax gripped me, leaving me shaking in the now-cold bath water.
This sex club stuff promising to be both fun and career-boosting.