PlusOne

Plus One

Cristal
Ryder

A girls’ night out for a pole dance workshop at her friend’s
upscale sex club takes a wild turn for normally timid Karen. She knew what to
expect, but not how far she’d be willing to go.

Rob comes to Desire After Dark as a plus one. His only
expectation is visual stimulation, not participation. But that soon changes
when he spots the buttoned-up-to-there beauty hanging around on the sidelines.

Thrown together, Karen and Rob find the sexual heat between
them undeniable. Surrounded by twosomes and moresomes, they step on an
unexpected and steamy path. But when another joins in, they have a plus one of
their own.

Plus One

Cristal Ryder

Acknowledgement

Another story that wouldn’t be what it is without my
critique partners and editor. Thanks so much Anya, Amy and Grace!

Chapter One

Karen viewed the room, a little surprised it wasn’t more
intimidating. It was large and actually gracious. Not quite what she expected
for a dungeon. A sex swing hung at one end, a rack standing at the other, and
the spanking bench was in perfect view of the leather couches lining the wall.

“And this is our dungeon,” Wendy told her and Jill, pride
touching her voice.

Karen’s heart raced a little faster when she noticed the
bowls of condoms on the end tables. Evidence that she really was in a sex club.
The old Victorian mansion had been beautifully renovated, preserving much of
the architecture with antique mirrors gracing the walls. The dungeon was on the
second floor, along with the coed locker room. She lagged behind Jill as they
followed Wendy up the last flight of stairs to the third level. Where most of
the
play
happened.

At the landing, Wendy pointed out a window. The pool was
below, glowing a lovely blue in the night. It was empty but the night was still
early. The sounds of moans came from a room behind them. Curious, Karen turned
and shock made her nearly stumble on her sensible black pumps.

A woman in a pink room was getting oral. Karen followed the
other ladies toward the open door and couldn’t look away. Wendy carried on
explaining all the rooms around them as if there were nothing peculiar about
the couple having sex in plain view. But then again, she supposed it wasn’t
unusual considering where she was.

When the guy chowing down on the chick’s pussy glanced up
and made eye contact with Karen, she quickly looked away. But not before she
saw the smile on his cheeks. She hurried to catch up to Wendy and Jill, feeling
a flush burn up her face. The rest of the rooms were empty, which relieved
Karen.

There was a replica shaggin’ wagon she remembered fondly
from her teenage years. With stickers from the 70s that said, “If this van’s a
rockin’ don’t bother knockin’” and, “Don’t laugh, your daughter might be in
here” stuck on open doors. That sure brought back a rush of memories.

She smiled and followed Wendy into a bar with beautiful
lighting. One wall had windows into the pink room, which she studiously avoided
looking through. A pole on the raised stage was set off nicely with deep-purple
draperies, surrounded by a few low cocktail tables and plush chairs.

“Is this where the workshop will be?” Karen inquired, noting
none of the rooms had doors.

“We might, but first it will start downstairs at the main
bar.”

Since Jill was going to be the workshop leader, Karen asked
to see some of her moves on the pole here.

“Sure thing, baby.” She approached the pole like a lover,
her hands fondling the chrome. Jill hooked her ankle around the pole in a
sensual move and lifted herself to the top, falling back, red hair flying, her
micro-miniskirt flipping up to reveal her muscular thighs and a black thong.

The scene gave Karen a sharp premonition of the night to
come. This wasn’t going to be an innocent pole dance class. Na-uh, not one
little bit. It was going to be a whole lot more. A quaking began deep inside
her. It was a mixture of excitement, trepidation and the beginnings of sexual
arousal.

“Okay, girlies, let’s finish up the tour downstairs. I need
to get changed.” Wendy’s bubbly voice brought her back to reality.

They followed Wendy from the bar and Karen couldn’t resist
the urge to look in the pink room. Dude was still going at it and the woman’s
moans were getting louder. Soon she would have her orgasm. Making Karen crave
one as well.

On the next level down, Wendy pointed out the coed lockers
and towels again. “Feel free to change and store your stuff.”

Downstairs, the bar was filling up with a variety of people.
Now she knew the purpose of the towels. They were for the guys to wear. Karen
took it all in and her gaze stopped on a couple next to the bar. The woman wore
a barely there dress and the man only a towel. Karen glanced down and it wasn’t
hard to miss the tenting at the front.

Alrighty then.
Karen’s nerves shot through the roof.

Wendy ushered them through glass doors and she was greeted
by a wave of heat that was close to suffocating.

“There are more lockers, a steam room.” She opened the door
and a wonderful aroma of eucalyptus rushed out at them on the moist air. “Over
here are two more bathrooms, his and hers, the ones upstairs are coed. And—”
She led them past the washrooms. “The indoor hot tub.”

Soft, colored twinkle lights lit the cozy tiled corner and
the water bubbled and frothed. She was sure many happy endings happened in that
tub and raised her eyebrows, imaging the goings-on that took place in it. Karen
wondered if she would get the courage to go in. She hadn’t brought a bathing
suit with her so that only meant one thing if she did take a dip. A shiver
rippled through her, leaving a lingering sense of excitement. She was getting
turned-on and nothing had even happened yet. Was that a good or bad sign?

Karen sucked in a deep breath and followed Wendy and Jill out
the other glass door that led back to the bar—the coolness of the air a
complete contrast to the sultry heat they just emerged from.

“The pool is right up those stairs to our left.” Wendy
pointed.

Karen glanced up and saw more people in towels, mainly the
guys, and the women had on slips of fabric that didn’t hide a thing. Their
asses and pussies showing for all the world to see. And what’s with the
high-heeled, sparkly shoes? Every one of them sported killer heels that she
would never dream of walking in. She glanced down at her clothes and black
pumps.

She was way overdressed. Boring, in fact. The skirt and
blouse she’d worn seemed awful bookish now and damn if she didn’t feel like a
librarian. She hadn’t put her contacts in so she wore her glasses, and because
she’d gotten home late from work she’d just retied her ponytail. An ugly
duckling among the pretty swans.

Well, she told herself, it wasn’t as if she had come here to
find a man, or strip, or swim naked.

“Tressa made some guacamole and there are snacks at the end
of the bar. Drinks are on me.” Wendy gave Karen a little shove. “Go forth and
enjoy.” Then she vanished up the stairs they’d only moments before come down.

Karen made eye contact with Jill, who shrugged and strode to
the end of the bar. Ordered a wine and dug into the food.

“If I’m going to be teaching the pole dance workshop, and
doing a lot of drinking tonight, I need to nosh,” Jill mumbled around a
mouthful of nachos.

Karen took a breath and reached for the baby carrots. “Wise
woman.”

* * * * *

The sight that greeted Rob’s eyes couldn’t have been more
angelic. Of the fallen kind. Women in various states of undress stood around
the pole, swaying to the seductive sounds of the DJ. Each one waiting for her
turn to strut their stuff.

He didn’t know where to look first. At the women patiently
waiting their turn, or to the small crowd gathered in little groups at the bar,
or up the stairs behind him to the outdoor pool with quiet, dim corners for
sex.

He swept his gaze past the first glass door to his right
that showed two dudes reclined, their legs dangling in the hot tub, each with a
woman’s head buried in his lap giving him a blowjob. Rob couldn’t take it all
in. It was sensation overload. Tits. Ass. Pussy. Naked for him to boldly gaze
at. If he wanted.

He lifted his beer and took a swig from the bottle, when a
movement from the second glass door, to the left of the hot tub one, opened.
Through it came a completely naked, absolutely stunning woman. The mouthful of
beer suddenly turned into a huge lump he could barely swallow. Her long,
lustrous hair hung to her ass and a few strands fell over her shoulder, her
breasts bobbing between the thick waves. Her belly was flat and firm and the
small tuft of neatly trimmed dark curls pointed to her pussy.

Keep it together, buddy.

He couldn’t look away from her and let his gaze rove down to
her bare feet and then back up her body to her face. She was watching him with
a slight smile on her lips. Her dark gaze took hold of his and he was
mesmerized. Rob noticed each inch of her. Her dark, mysterious, almond-shaped
eyes tipped up slightly on the outside corners and sparkled in the strobing
disco lights flashing from the pole stage. She walked toward him and her gaze
fluttered down to his crotch. Ya, he had a boner. He’d had one almost the
minute he walked into the place about thirty minutes ago.

After Wendy took him on a quick tour, before she did her
second one, they’d walked by the peek-a-boo room where a guy was going down on
a blonde chick. He gave up trying to hold back his arousal.

His cock had been on high alert and the chick didn’t seem to
care she was being watched getting eaten. Her moans and cries rose and he could
still hear her three flights down after they’d finished the tour of the old
Victorian mansion.

Now this fucking hot woman was coming his way. He’d be lucky
if he didn’t blow it like a virgin. She approached and gave him a little wink
then walked on past him. Rob’s gaze followed her. He couldn’t have been more
shocked when she wrapped her arms around a short, plain, totally buttoned-down
Asian dude.

She’s with him? Fuck me.

A shrill squeal of laughter came from the pole floor and Rob
switched his focus. A tall, very shapely athletic redhead was hanging upside
down on it while another woman in a bikini pulled the black micro-miniskirt
over her ass. Upside-down Ginger had on a black thong that barely covered her
pussy. The other woman slapped Ginger’s ass and then leaned in to swipe her
tongue over the firm butt cheeks.

“Holy fuck,” Rob murmured against the mouth of the beer
bottle.

“So, what do you think?” Wendy leaned in to him and
whispered.

“Fucking amazing.” He glanced down at her, his eyes zeroing
in on her huge boobs cradled in some sheer fabric that pretended to be a bikini
top. He tried not to look like a guy who had never seen tits before.

She laughed and slipped her arm through his, pressing those
magnificent breasts against his biceps. “I knew you would like it. So. What do
you want to do?”

How the hell did he know? He’d never been to a sex club
before. This one was a little more exclusive. Upscale. Set in the heart of the
city business district, in an old renovated mansion. It was the last thing one
would expect to see. Wendy and her husband Conn were co-owners and he’d known
them for years. She’d asked him to come a few times and because he was single,
he had to be invited. No single guys allowed. Only couples and single ladies.

He was their plus one tonight. Not that he expected to have
sex with them, but was simply their tagalong and he was okay with it.

Rob shrugged and finished the beer. Wendy signaled the cute
bartender, who looked all of twenty, for another one.

“Drinks are on me tonight, Rob. Tressa will take care of
you.” Wendy handed him the beer and gave him a shove to the stairs. “Put your
stuff in the locker. Wrap that gorgeous ass of yours in a towel, then go forth
and play.”

She went to the pole in a puff of exotic perfume and waited
her turn as Ginger slipped to the floor. Rob couldn’t look away from Ginger as
she rolled seductively from her belly to her back and rose with fluid grace.
Her deep-red hair sparked in the lights and her black skintight dress was only
slips of fabric gathered with a ring at her bellybutton. The gold hoop held the
pieces together that fanned over her breasts and pussy, barely shielding them
from view. His cock ached at this visual smorgasbord.

When Ginger rose and walked off the floor, he let his gaze
roam over her. Long legs, tanned and firm, he could imagine wrapped around his
hips. She had on killer high heels that sparkled with gems. Glancing at all the
ladies, he saw they had the same kind of shoes that showcased their legs. His
gaze fell across a pair of black pumps. A complete opposite to all the rest.

He was intrigued. What kind of woman wore shoes like that to
a place with an obvious shoe focus? This woman was not scantily dressed either.
Quite the opposite in fact. He hadn’t noticed her before. She wore a tight gray
skirt that showed a curved thigh, plump ass. Her fitted long-sleeve dark-gray
blouse had a plunging front and her breasts strained the fabric with a cleavage
he could easily get lost in. She turned and his cock jumped with approval. She
stood with a glass of wine in her hand, back to the wall, and watched the other
ladies do their thing on the pole.

Something about her intrigued him. Was it her dress, shoes
or the chic black glasses she wore? Or the way she’d pulled her hair into a
simple ponytail that swung down to the top of her back? She was out of place.
And he wanted to know more about her.

Sipping the wine, she smiled behind the glass and when the
stunning, naked, dark-haired woman from earlier approached her and took her
hand, Button-Down Girl shook her head and resisted. But the other woman
wouldn’t let her off easy and took the glass from her fingers, setting it on
the bar. She tugged her to the pole and lifted the other woman’s hands high
until she grasped the pole three-quarters of the way up.

The movement tightened the blouse across her back, showing
the lush curve of her waist that lay hidden. The hem of her shirt rose,
exposing the top edge of a tramp stamp. Holy fuck this woman was a mystery. She
looked as if she didn’t belong, yet was here and had a tattoo. His cock jumped
when the naked woman rubbed up and along the back of the mystery girl, her
breasts flattening as she hooked a leg around the calf of Button-Down. The
woman turned her head, ponytail swinging, and he saw a blush rush over her
cheeks. The smile on her lips was wide yet looked a little nervous. Was this
her first time here as well?