Desires (36 page)

Stacie couldn’t find breath to answer. His hands were
hard and hot on her, he squeezed her roughly, and she was loving it! She wanted
him to throw her down and fuck her hard. He moved his hand down to her pussy and
began flicking his fingers over her clitoris. She had to stop herself from
spreading her legs for him and begging him to fuck her now.

Suddenly she heard the room door open. She sat up and
gasped in shock as another man entered the room. She tried to cover her boobs
with her hands, but her Bond man pulled her hands down. Stacie froze, unsure,
her eyes flicking from one man to the other. The new man came around to the
other side of the bed. He stood watching, making Stacie feel extremely
uncomfortable. He was not good looking in the slightest, in fact he was quite
disgusting with crooked teeth and a massive belly, a lot older and greyer than
the other man.

“Don’t worry, you’re mine,” Bond said. Stacie wasn’t
sure what to think. Did this other man just want to watch? She’d done it with
Dan in the orgy room after all, so she wasn't exactly new. She relaxed a touch.
It could be sexy. “What do you think, mate? Isn’t she fucking stunning?” Bond said.
Stacie preened a little, casting a glance at the new man as his eyes raked her
body.

“You certainly could say that. Fucking gorgeous, those
tits—wow,” the old man said.

Bond grabbed her breasts, pulling them up and sucking
hard on her extremely sensitive nipple. She found the presence of the older man
a little off-putting, but she tried to relax and enjoy the pulses he was
sending down to her pussy.

Bond turned Stacie around and lowered her to the bed on
her back. She smiled and spread her legs wide. His eyes lit up. “You’re one hot
lady.” She stretched and wriggled on the bed.

The man slid down her body and began to lap at her
clitoris, before licking up and down her whole pussy then back to her clit. He
slapped her pussy area and Stacie lifted her head up in surprise. That was new.
It was slightly painful but not altogether unpleasant. He hit the area a few
times before sucking intensely on it using his tongue to dip in and out her pussy.

He continued to suck and lick her as she lay on the bed.
She could see the other man out of the corner of her eye, just watching. Just
so long as he stayed well away. She didn’t want him touching her.

Suddenly, he knelt up and reached into his trousers to
pull out his cock. Stacie widened her eyes. It was massive, both long and thick.

“Suck it,” he commanded.

Stacie sat up, taking his dick into her mouth, as much
of it as she could anyway. He grabbed hold of the back of her head thrusting
her harder onto his cock. She was struggling, feeling as if she were suffocating.
She tried to pull her mouth off to explain that she couldn’t take it all, but
his hands were hard on her head, holding her in place, thrusting it farther in.

She tried to relax her mouth and throat, it would
probably be easier if she didn’t struggle. He released her after a short time and
she gratefully slid her mouth off his dick, wiping away the saliva that had
collected at the corners.

He pushed her back to lie on the bed, pouncing on top.
She felt his dick at the entrance to her pussy and before she could even think,
I’m not sure I want this anymore
, he
was in. She wailed aloud as he forced his cock in deep, penetrating her hard.
She screamed out as he shoved harder and faster, his balls slapping her bottom.
Stacie tried to relax as much as possible, but she hadn’t been ready and it was
painful.

She looked up at his face as he thrust in and out. Would
he stop if she told him no? She was reminded of Graham doing it even when she
didn’t want to, and stared at the ceiling. It would be over soon. Stacie shifted
her hips, trying to give him more room to penetrate her, so it wouldn’t be as
uncomfortable. She closed her eyes, but opened them abruptly when she felt
something fleshy against her face.

“Suck his knob,” Bond demanded. The other man was
dangling his hard dick in her face.

“No!” She reared away from him and turned her face. Bond
grabbed her face and turned it back to face the disgusting penis. Even his
pubic hair was grey and his wrinkly balls dangled low.

“Stop being so pathetic and suck his knob,” Bond told
her, ramming himself deeper into her.

“No…I will not,” she said. She began hitting out at his
chest, and wriggling her lower body with all the strength she had to dislodge
him from her. “Stop it, I don’t want this anymore!”

He pulled out and knelt on the bed, glaring at her with
disgust. “You’re a
pricktease
, you fucking little
tart.”

Mortified tears filled Stacie’s eyes. “I’m not a tart!”

Bond shrugged. “Course you are,” he said cheerfully.
“Just like all those other bitches out there. Who gives a damn about you anyway?
There’re plenty more sluts who aren’t so picky about who they spread their legs
for. We will just go and find number nine. You’ve got ten minutes to get your
fucking arse out of here, whore.” He got dressed and the two men left the room.

Stacie burst into tears. He’d looked at her like she was
dirt. She stared down at her body and bundled herself into a ball, sobbing her
heart out. What had she done? Her heart ached and her self-image dropped from supreme
confidence to feeling rubbish and pointless. Tears streamed down her cheeks,
soaking the sheet.

She leaped off the bed, quickly finding her dress and
slipping into it, wishing she had never made the decision to go with that evil
man. She had been number eight. Sick to the core and totally distraught, she
zipped up the dress, grabbed her shoes and fled. She pulled her hem up to her
knees and ran down the corridor as fast as she could toward reception. She
heard Bailey calling her name, but she wasn’t stopping for anyone.

She ran up the stairs and down the corridor to her room,
almost blind through her tears. She arrived at the bedroom door and wailed with
horror when she remembered she didn’t have the key. She leaned against the door
and banged on it with her fists. Maybe Dan was in there.

“Stacie? Are you all right?” she heard a voice say from
behind her. It sounded like Bailey.

“Can you get me in the room?” she begged, her tears
dripping down her face and falling on the floor.

“Here,” Bailey said, handing her a key.

Stacie struggled and cursed as she tried to get the damn
key in the hole. Finally, Bailey took it off her and opened it easily. Stacie
threw herself into the room and dropped to the floor in anguish.

Chapter Thirteen

Stacie sensed Bailey kneeling at her side, and felt her
gentle hand on her back. The touch reminded her of Bond and a wave of revulsion
shook her. She jumped to her feet, kicking her shoes off, not caring where they
landed. She stripped off the dress and kicked it away from her body, then
yanked down her thong. She could hear Bailey asking her questions, trying to
find out what had happened but Stacie ignored her, desperate to scrub away
every trace of that bastard.

She rushed into the bathroom slamming the door, leaving
Bailey behind. On went the shower and Stacie began feverishly scrubbing her
body, needing to remove the monster from her.

Stacie scrubbed at her skin till it was raw, trying to
purge herself of the filth of his touch. The words he said rang in her head.
“Whore, slut, tart,” the same words Graham used to use if he didn’t manage to
get his own way, or even when he did, he was never satisfied. She could never
win—no matter how hard she tried, nothing was ever good enough for him. Now
here she was back in the very situation she thought she’d escaped from, feeling
dirty, meaningless, like she was only put on the planet to be ill-treated by
arseholes. The words echoed over and over, as Stacie scoured every trace of his
scum off her body.

She finally turned the shower off, rubbing herself dry
and wrapping a bathrobe tightly round her body. She headed back into the
bedroom, fully expecting Bailey to be gone, having left her to sulk on her own,
but instead found Bailey sitting on the bed.

The other woman stood up instantly and came over to her.
“Stacie, what’s happened?” she asked.

Stacie went over to the table, pouring the last of the
bottle of wine into one of the glasses. She felt physically sick, thinking
about that man and his friend. She lifted the glass to her mouth, but the smell
wafted to her nostrils and she ran back into the bathroom to vomit violently
into the toilet. She felt Bailey’s gentle hands pulling back her hair while her
stomach emptied itself through her mouth and nose.

When the contractions of her stomach seemed to have
stopped, she saw Bailey’s hand offering a wad of tissue. She took it, blew her
nose and wiped her mouth, then took the glass of water Bailey held out next.
She sipped and spat, then sipped again, washing her mouth out.

“I am so sorry,” she said to Bailey finally, sitting
back on her heels on the bathroom floor.

“Don’t be silly.” Bailey helped her to her feet and Stacie
headed back into the bedroom, carrying her water. Bailey stood behind her. “Please
Stacie, what’s wrong? I want to help you.”

Stacie turned to look at Bailey, saw her face filled
with concern. Bailey moved over to Stacie, reaching out to touch her shoulder. Stacie
flinched away and moved over to the bed. She sat down feeling every limb in her
body aching. Bailey sat next to her.

“Stacie please, I would like to be able to help you.”

Stacie swallowed, trying to find the words. “I…I’ve just
been…” She felt as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest. An image of
the two men came into her mind, their leering faces, their cruel words. She
dropped her head in her hands and sobbed anew, feeling Bailey move even closer,
putting her hand onto Stacie’s knee. “I cannot—” Stacie said feeling
embarrassed and ashamed. Tears streamed down her face at the horror and cheapness.
She wanted to tell Bailey what had happened, but wasn't sure how she would take
it. Was it wrong to come to a sex club, and not want to have sex? Would Bailey
think she was being silly? But surely no meant no, even here?

She felt Bailey’s arm wrapping around her shoulder.
“Stacie,” Bailey said in a light caring voice. Stacie felt Bailey’s breath on
her face.

“I’ve just been treated like a whore, and called a
whore,” she blasted, crying, feeling disgusting.

Bailey’s eyebrows flew up. “Dan?”

“No,” she said, feeling utter disgust at herself.

“I thought you were with Dan. Who was it? What happened?”

“I was with Dan, but Angel took me for a tour around the
place,” she said drawing in a breath and moving her hands away from her face. “After,
I tried to find Dan, but I couldn’t see him, so I decided to have a dance. And
there I saw this guy. I don’t know his name, but he was the one.”

“What did the man look like?”

“I think I should just pack and leave,” Stacie said,
standing up. “I can’t stay here.” Tonight was proof that Desires wasn't for
her. She’d broken the prime rule, fallen for her instructor. And there was
nothing else here that interested her. She’d tried to be the kind of girl that
enjoyed casual sex with multiple partners, but she wasn't that kind of girl,
and never would be.

“Don’t do that, you’ve been drinking. We can sort this
out. What did the man look like?” Bailey asked again only this time with anger,
not directed at her, Stacie sensed, but at the man who had done this to her.

Stacie threw her hands up. “How on earth can you help? There
are hundreds of men downstairs.”

“Trust me. We will find out who it was. What did he look
like?”

Stacie stopped to think for a minute, sitting back onto
the bed alongside Bailey, really not wanting to be reminded of the evil man. He
obviously knew how to manipulate a woman into his bed. She brought up an image
of him in her head, sending quivers of disgust throughout her body.

“Dark hair, slight tan, a bit stubbly, has a James Bond
look about him,” she said.

“You mean, he doesn’t tie his bow tie, wears his jacket
open and has a mate he hangs about with, an older man,
Malc
?”
Bailey asked, her voice sounding very agitated.

Stacie stared at her. “That sounds familiar. He said he
can go and get number nine.”

“That’s Larry.” Bailey shook her head. “He’s a total
ladies man. I don’t understand how on earth he got his hands on you. He’s a
complete
knobhead
, he only thinks about one thing,”
Bailey said, putting her arm around Stacie for comfort.

“God, men! They’re all
knobheads
!”

“No, not all men. But Larry definitely is.”

“And my ex and Dan.” Had every man she had been intimate
with treated her with no respect?

“No, not Dan.”

“Yes Dan. He’s just screwing me for my money,” Stacie
said, staring at Bailey harshly, hating the way she was defending him.

“No, not in that way. He’s here to help you. Dan is the
most sincere man I know. He cares a lot about his clients and he has enjoyed
teaching you. You should never have been left to be vulnerable to Larry’s
advances. Don’t listen to anything he says to you.”