Desires (34 page)

The music grew louder as they arrived at the top of the
staircase. Stacie picked up the bottom of the dress and took the stairs
carefully. She looked down at the reception desk seeing Bailey watching them
both coming down the steps. Dan helped her down the last few steps and she dropped
the hem back down to the floor. She held her head high, feeling sensational. Dan
took hold of Stacie’s arm and they proceeded to the ballroom.

Stacie stared at the double doors, feeling a sudden
burst of anxiety. This wasn't just any ball. This was a ball in a sex club.
What would she see on the other side of those doors? She drew in a deep breath
whilst Dan opened the door. Music blasted out, it was almost a tangible force. The
room was dark with disco lights flashing. Dan drew her through the doors. The
ballroom was full of couples, the men looking smart in their tuxedos, perfect
foils for their dazzling partners.

At the far end of the room there was the DJ, and
surrounding the packed dance floor were seating areas, couches and comfortable
armchairs set around small tables. Disco lights were situated all over the
room, the beams bouncing off the walls, the lights flashing fast and furious to
the beat of the music. A waiter approached with a tray full of glasses of Buck’s
Fizz. Dan took one, and Stacie followed suit.

Dan escorted Stacie around the dance floor. Her head
twisted in all directions, looking at the varied costumes of the guests. Some
of the women’s dresses were barely there. They looked like those skimpy
costumes professional ballroom dancers wore, designed to show off as much of
the body as possible. They wandered through the crowd, Dan keeping close to her,
not letting her go in the slightest. The atmosphere was amazing. The music was an
almost tangible force in the room, people were singing and dancing around the
tables, waving their hands around. As this was a sex club, Stacie was not
surprised to see more than the usual amount of unashamed groping.

Stacie returned the smiles of the guests, while keeping
hold of Dan’s hand tight, following close behind him. He took her to the other side
of the room where there were two large doors that appeared to be in fairly
constant use. Dan opened one of the doors and Stacie walked in, seeing a large
buffet with lots of choice. As she got closer to the table, Stacie let out a
giggle. Even the food had an erotic theme, having been made to look like boobs,
willies and bums! Stacie couldn’t believe what she saw—sandwiches had been cut
out with penis-shaped templates, cocktail sausages had been given pickled onion
balls, there were small round pizzas with a central ‘nipple’ made from a slice
of pepperoni and the small end slice of a black olive. Stacie couldn’t believe
the number of ways food could be presented as something sexual. The chef
certainly had an imagination.

Stacie kept close to Dan, making their way toward a
large bar. She could see women sucking drinks through straws topped with
plastic willies, and, she looked closer, yes, even penis-shaped ice cubes.

She finished her Buck’s Fizz and put the crystal glass
onto the side of the bar.

“Would you like another?” Dan asked.

“White wine, please,” she said, staring around the room watching
people making their way around the food.

Dan came to stand next to Stacie, passing her the glass.
“What do you think?”

“It’s different,” she said, taking a sip of her wine.
Stacie couldn’t help but laugh. She started to subconsciously move to the
music, which surged in volume every time someone came through the doors.

“Do you want to eat something now, or would you rather
have a dance?” Dan asked her.

“I would love to dance.”

Stacie followed Dan around the large food table to the
other side of the room, seeing the desserts, selections of cakes shaped as sexual
organs, both male and female, as well as whips, and some decorated with images
of erotic fetishes.

They walked back into the ballroom and Stacie froze when
she suddenly saw Mike coming toward them. What should she say? What would he
say? He had a woman hanging on his arm, wearing a red dress fitted to her bust
and sweeping down to the floor. Stacie smiled nervously at the girl, who
replied with a grin. Mike and the woman came over to them.

“Dan!” Mike held out his hand and Dan shook it, glancing
at Stacie.

“Mike,” he replied.

“Hi, Stacie,” Mike said to her, coming over and kissing
her on both cheeks. She stood still in his arms, not wanting the intimacy, but
not so rude as to refuse it. “You look gorgeous.” He winked at her, gazing at
her breasts.

“Thank you,” she said, trying to muster up a polite smile.
She stood closer to Dan, taking hold of his hand. How could she get across the
message that she wanted to leave.

Dan must have picked up on her wishes because he and
Mike exchanged a bit of small talk then he said, “Well, I’ve promised Stacie a
dance, so I’ll see you later, Mike.”

He squeezed Stacie’s hand as they approached the dance
floor, Stacie drinking her wine a little faster, eager to get on and show Dan
her moves. Dan stood close to her. “Would you like me to take your drink?” he
asked. She passed it to him and moved onto the dance floor, beginning to sway
her body from side to side, wiggling her bottom and hips. Dan watched her from
the side.

Suddenly, a loud raunchy song came on with naughty
lyrics and a beat to blast any room away. Stacie danced hard, swaying her hips
back and forth and stomping her feet on the dance floor, grinding her body to
the rhythm, singing along to the dirty lyrics. She gazed at Dan feeling the
wine going to her head, making her horny and ready for anything. She felt
naughty, placing her hands on her breasts and pushing them toward Dan, before snaking
her hips from side to side.

Stacie felt like a wild woman. More fantastic tunes
blasted out, she writhed to the rhythms, caressing her body. Dan stood watching
her, giving nothing away. Was she turning him on? She kept running her hands up
and down her slender figure while everyone around her joined in, the women
thrusting their pelvises forward, doing all they could to drive the men wild.

Another top dance song came on. The whole room exploded
in a sudden exodus from the chairs to the suddenly crowded floor. Everyone
started waving their hands in the air, jumping up and down to the beat and
rocking their bodies. Stacie joined in, singing along to the lyrics. To her
surprise, Dan joined her, taking hold of her tightly from behind, thrusting his
groin into her bottom. Stacie threw her hands into the air as Dan grabbed her
waist, making her move faster. The whole room was going crazy, but Stacie
hardly noticed. Her world was her and Dan, their bodies locked together,
feeling nothing except the warmth of his body next to her. She twisted to face
him, his hands hot on her bare back. She could feel his body glued to hers, his
groin pressing through her gown. His hands roamed her skin. She could feel
every movement of every digit as he brought her senses to tingling awareness
with nothing but his palms and his ten fingers. She trembled and her hands went
up round his neck. His mouth descended and she closed her eyes. His mouth
explored her lips, his tongue delicately probing, feeling it way along the line
of her mouth. She opened to him eagerly, welcoming him, twining her tongue with
his, tasting him. Her fingers twisted through his hair, relishing its softness.
Someone knocked into her and her eyes flicked open, brought back to reality.
Dan caught her before she fell and she grabbed gratefully onto his arm.

“Sorry,” a voice called. Stacie glanced around. It could
have been anybody. The floor was packed. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t hurt. This
was what Stacie called a wicked night, bringing back memories of her youth,
acting totally irresponsibly, just dancing like a woman possessed, singing and
dancing, screaming while generally being bad. The song finished and they
decided to go and get some liquid refreshments.

They head back to the bar and saw Angel. She stopped and
smiled at them. Stacie smiled back while Dan kissed her on the cheek. Stacie
was stunned at Angel’s dress. It was long and black and plunged at the front
down to her navel. Her breasts were almost totally on display; only a
gem-encrusted band covered her nipples. Narrow shoulder straps kept it up and the
skirt swept the floor, but showed splits up to her hips at front and sides when
she moved. Angel meant business, but then she always did. Her normally
poker-straight hair was artfully waved, giving her a softer, sexier appearance.
She wore silver high-heeled shoes, making her even taller than she already was.
She exuded an elegant sensuality.

“You look amazing, Stacie,” she said, leaning toward
Stacie and kissing her on both cheeks.

“Thank you, you look very sexy,” Stacie replied.

“Just the way I like it. You’re a great dancer.”

Embarrassed, Stacie thanked her. She hadn’t thought who else
might be watching her strutting her stuff.

“Would you like me to show you what’s on offer for the
evening?” Angel asked Stacie.

Stacie turned to Dan, seeing him chatting to another
guy.

“I don’t mind,” she said, wondering what else the place
could show her.

Angel went to Dan to speak to him. Dan looked at Stacie,
raising his eyebrows, and crooked his finger indicating she should go to him. As
she approached, he took hold of her hand, then wrapped his other arm around her
waist. “Do you want to go with Angel?” he asked.

“I don’t mind,” she said. She would really rather stay
with Dan, she found Angel quite threatening. But maybe she should relax and
trust Angel. She must be brilliant at running the place or it wouldn’t be so
successful. With the number of people attending this evening, it certainly had
something a lot of people found appealing. “I’ll go with her.” He leaned toward
her, kissing her on the cheek, which Stacie returned. “I’ll see you in a bit,”
she told him.

“Okay babe, enjoy,” he said. Their eyes locked for a
second and Stacie’s pussy fluttered.

Angel took hold of Stacie’s hand and led her back into
the ballroom. As the night progressed, dancing and groping had begun to give
way to more overt sexual acts. The crowds dispersed for Angel, though, giving
way before them like the Red Sea. A few people called Angel’s name, and she
acknowledged them with a wave and smile.

They exited the hall, arriving in the cooler quieter reception
area. Stacie glanced over to the reception desk, seeing Bailey. They both
smiled at each other. Angel took the lead heading down the corridor which led
to the orgy room. Bodies were all over the place in various states of undress
and sexual congress.

Stacie continued to follow Angel. They arrived at the
orgy room and Angel pulled back the voile, allowing Stacie to enter first. It
was different than it had been last time Stacie was here. It was set up as a
sex show. Men and women sat on the cushions watching two men and one girl
having sex. One of the men was lying on his back while the girl was riding his
cock. As Stacie watched, the second man came up behind her, his impressive cock
rigid. He began to prepare her ass,
lubing
up his
fingers and pushing first one, then more inside, stretching her, before
kneeling behind her and shoving his cock up her asshole, to the evident
appreciation of the watching crowd. The two men fucked her for a few minutes
before the girl started calling for another man from the audience to come and
get his cock sucked. A man quickly volunteered, ready and willing and she deep-throated
him, taking him all the way in. More men started to converge on the girl, touching
her, fondling her, jerking off over her, until she was hidden by male bodies.

“Does she work here? Is she getting paid for that?”
Stacie wondered aloud.

“No, that’s just her thing. She loves to be gangbanged,”
Angel said. “She’s a member of the club, just like you.”

The girl’s cries of pleasure echoed around the room. Angel
took her hand, taking her back out into the corridor. They walked a little way to
another room where there was a girl performing a striptease. Again, couples were
watching and a few were having a personal dance. Stacie watched one girl shove
her naked breasts in a man’s face whilst his partner sat next to him. Stacie
would have exploded with jealousy, having some girl dangling her chest in her
man’s face. But this couple just started fondling the girl’s breasts, both the
man and the woman. Stacie turned to Angel in surprise.

“I thought there was a ‘no touch’ rule in lap dancing.”

Angel shrugged. “Not here. This is a sex club, not a
lap-dancing club. Where’s the fun if you don’t touch?”

There was a small dance floor with a pole. Stacie
watched a girl wrapping her body around the pole, tipping upside down. How did
she manage to hold the position without hurting herself? It looked quite
painful.

They move out of the room. A few people hurtled toward
them wearing bondage PVC ball gowns and gimp masks, looking as though they were
being suffocated. Angel greeted them as they passed then led Stacie to another
room where this time a man stood on a stage stripping. This room contained
mostly women who were screaming and yelling encouragement at the stripper.

He grabbed some whipped cream, spraying it onto his
penis, then invited girls to come and lick it off. Three or four women
scrambled onto the stage, fighting over his cock while he stood there, hands on
hips, a big smile plastered over his face as the girls licked him clean. This
was definitely a very
touchy
place.