The Pleasure Collection, Swingers Series Boxed Set: #1 House of Pleasure, #2 The Pleasure Party and #3 Possession of Pleasure (2 page)

      Greg took her by the arm and walked her up to the same door. Her heart was hammering so fast in her chest she thought she might keel over.
What was this place?
Even her husband seemed a bit nervous. Good, at least he hasn't been here before, she thought.

      The door opened to Greg's knock and they were ushered into a security area. "Do you have any cameras or phones? You need to check them. Step up to the desk, they'll put them in a locker for you." While Greg took care of their belongings, Nicola crept toward the area beyond the front desk, trying to get a glimpse. Dance music was pulsing somewhere up ahead, but before her was what appeared to be a maze of hallways. She jumped and nearly let out a scream when a pair of hands grabbed her by the waist.

      "Relax, and enjoy your birthday," Greg breathed into her ear. "Whatever you decide to do is fine with me, while we're here. Anything at all. It's your night."

       The hallway before them was dark and at the end a security guard sat on a stool.

As they approached him they could see that they could turn left or right. The guard held up his hand to stop them. "First time here?" he asked.

      "Yes," Greg answered. "Which way...?"

      The guard cracked a smile. "I'm Eddie. You can go either way, eventually they'll   both take you into the main club area and the bar areas. As it's your first time, I suggest you take this way. It's a straight shot and you won't get lost." He pointed right. "But," he added, his smile turning sly, "you'll want to come back around this way later tonight. Trust me." He pointed down the dark hallway to their left. Nicola couldn't help but crane her neck to peer down that way, but all she saw was the hall with closed doors on either side. It appeared to lead to other hallways. "What's down there?" She asked.

      "Go have some drinks and look around the club," Eddie said, grinning now. "There's not much going on yet, it's early. Come back a little later and check it out for yourself."

      Nicola was breathless with curiosity. She looked at her husband questioningly but he seemed anxious to get moving, and pulled her down the short hallway to the right. The music became louder as they quickly walked until they came out into a dimly lit, cavernous space that looked like a warehouse with club lights flashing overhead. "We need a drink," Greg said, steering Nicola forward. They crossed a vast dance floor that was dotted with couples gyrating to the music. Nicola glanced around and noticed a jacuzzi, rooms along one side of the dance floor that had no doors, and what appeared to be mattresses on the floors, and a huge shower that was elevated several feet. Before them was a bar with flat screen TVs hanging overhead. She gasped when she saw that porn movies were playing on both screens. They stepped up to order drinks from a hunky and shirtless male bartender. Nicola glanced past him to see that the other bartender was a woman who was also shirtless. Her breasts bounced as she mixed the cocktails and zipped from one customer to the next.

      Greg watched the woman work for a minute as well, then turned to Nicola. "How about martinis, birthday girl?"

      "Oh, it's your birthday?" the male bartender asked. "Well, welcome, and we'll have to make this a special night for you." He winked and set about mixing their drinks and setting them out.

      Nicola lunged for her drink and took a long sip, the alcohol soothing her nerves immediately. She turned to lean her back against the bar and get a better look around. A few sips later and the sexual vibe of the club began to seep into her pores. She tried not to stare but couldn't help but poke Greg and jerk her head toward a couple that had been dancing with each other and were now joined by another couple. The men had both taken their shirts off and they were eyeing each other's partners. The women turned to face each other, while bumping and grinding their asses against their men, and suddenly they were caressing each other's arms, and very smoothly switched places.

      "Did you see that?" Nicola hissed to Greg. "Did the men even notice? It looks like they don't even know that they're dancing with one another's wives!"

      "Or girlfriends. And they know, Nicky. Believe me, that's why they're here."

     
Oh my god, I'm so naive
, she thought, feeling her stomach drop. Her hands shook a little as she lifted her martini glass to her lips again, trying to calm her nerves.

      "What," Greg teased. "Is this too much for you? Come on, you're always claiming to be the wild one in this relationship. Not so much, eh?"

      Nicola bristled at this. Yes, she was the wilder of the two. Yes, she had a boring job in an accounting department while Greg was an ER doctor, but still. She was always the one who came up with adventures for them. She was the one who convinced him to crash a wedding reception in a hotel they stayed in once just to sample from the caviar bar they had set up. She was the one who insisted they stop into a gay gogo bar while on their honeymoon because the man dancing on the bar was hot. She was the one...

      "Nic! You're missing it!" Greg snapped his fingers in her face and gestured to the female bartender to bring them another round.
Yes please
, Nicola thought.
Keep them coming.

      "Missing what?"

      "The couples are going somewhere. Shall we follow them? See where they go?" Greg seemed buoyant and boyishly lustful as they watched the couples walk toward the dark hallways at the front of the club.

      "No," Nicola insisted, mortified. Maybe she was more adventurous in her own mind than in real life. She felt someone brush against her arm. The bar and dance floor were filling up quickly, she noticed, glancing beside her. A tall man wearing a black leather vest and no shirt under it was leaning on the bar waiting for service. His elbow touched her arm and he didn't move away. She glanced nervously at Greg, who was watching the many women on the dance floor bounce about, bare flesh flashing everywhere. She swallowed another sip of her drink and looked sidelong at the man standing next to her. He caught one of the bartender's attention and ordered a beer. As the female bartender handed the beer to him, he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, and raised his hand to touch her hair briefly, and she noticed his arms were muscled, more so than she usually liked, but she was mesmerized by watching them flex as they moved. His chest was broad, and his stomach was taught. His torso was thick. Her gaze traveled up to his face. Suddenly he turned slightly to look directly at her. She drew in a quick breath and looked away, her pulse racing. But she had seen enough. He was gorgeous. Blue-green eyes, thick, dark lashes, square jaw. His arm was touching hers again, only this time it pressed against hers slightly. It was a crowded bar, and someone had just squeezed in next to him, but she knew he was touching her on purpose.

      He laughed and ran his hand through his thick, almost black hair.
Oh shit, I'm looking at him again!

     
"It's okay to look," he said,  knowing exactly what she was thinking.

      Nicola felt her face flush. "I wasn't."

      "Yes, you were. Are you worried about your husband getting ticked off that you're checking me out?" His voice was smooth and not as deep as she expected. She liked it.

      "Guilty," she laughed, relaxing a little.

      "I don't think you have to be concerned. He's busy talking to my wife." The man pointed over her shoulder and Nicola turned to see that Greg had moved a few feet from the bar to chat with a very petite blond woman who reminded her of Tinkerbell, but with larger breasts. She even wore a tiny little pixie dress that barely covered her breasts or her ass.

      The man next to her tipped his head back and laughed out loud. He handed Nicola her martini glass. "Now we can chat all we want, right?"

      Nicola turned to squarely face him. His full lips still twitched with mirth. "Today's my birthday, so why not?"

      "What's your name?"

       "Nicola."

       "Happy birthday, Nicola." He clinked glasses with her. "I'm Jack." As he said his name, his gaze slid down the length of her body, pausing at her breasts, down over her waist, and down her thighs and then back up again to her face. She felt as if he had just run his hands down the length of her and back up again, and she felt heat swirling inside her belly, building and moving down between her thighs. She shifted and the straps of the garter belt and the mesh fabric of her fishnet stockings that hugged her thighs magnified the sexual heat she felt in the air between them. She longed to take Jack's hand and guide it under her skirt.
What is happening to me? He's a stranger, how am I having these desires so quickly?
she thought, desperately looking over to see what Greg was up to.

      Greg looked up and caught her eye. He walked over to them with Jack's wife close behind. She smiled brightly at Nicola and waved. "Hi, I'm Perry. Sorry I've been monopolizing your husband...I hope Jack's been keeping you company!"

      Nicola swallowed. She wanted to ask
how can you even see my husband? You barely come up to his chest!
But that would be rude. And Jack had been keeping her company, and she wanted that to continue. "Yes," she said, simply. "He has." Her eyes flicked to Greg questioningly and he raised his eyebrows. What was he asking with that look?

      Perry rescued them all from awkwardness by being overtly blunt. "So, Nicola - Greg told me your name - mind if I steal him away again? He claims he's a really good dancer but I think he needs to prove it." She smirked up at Greg and laid a hand on his

arm as she spoke. Greg seemed bewitched by her attention. Nicola could feel Jack smiling behind her.

      "He is a good dancer. Show her, honey," she said, a bit more sarcastically than she meant to sound, but no one appeared to notice. Greg beamed as Perry dragged him out on the dance floor and they disappeared into the crowd.

      Nicola whirled around to face Jack again. "What just happened, there?" She asked, laughing. She was a mess of nervous energy and adrenaline and the thrill - the thrill! - of watching her husband be sucked into another woman's seductive plan, helpless against in and not having to resist because the club made it okay. Hell, the club made it
the point
. As she was trying to steady herself, and her whirring mind, Jack leaned in. His scent - aftershave, and something else, something luxurious and oriental, clashed with his worn jeans and leather vest. He smelled like he should be wearing a tuxedo and carrying a red rose in his teeth.

      "Did you hear what I said?" he asked, cupping her neck with his hand. his thumb moved ever so slightly up and down her jaw, sending waves of desire flooding through her.

      "What did you say?"

       He flashed a smile and leaned into her ear again. "I asked what you thought of the club," he said. His breath was warm and moist on her ear. His lips brushed against it and she quickly drew back and perched on the edge of the bar stool behind her. He gazed at her long legs in the stockings and moved to straddle them. "These are nice," he remarked, running his hand over her knee. "Do they go all the way up?"

       "No." She was barely able to breath, much less talk. She groped the bar for her glass but froze as he leaned closer to her and said "I want to check it out for myself."

      "Here?"

      He shrugged and moved away, picking up his beer. "Look around you, Nicola. I don't think anyone will be offended." They both turned to watch as a woman two seats down from them knelt to unbuckle a man's pants and take his hard cock in her mouth.

      "Does that happen all the time?"

      "Not usually right at the bar, but hey. To each their own."

      Nicola squinted at him. "It sounds like you come here a lot."

      He nodded. "I own the place," he said. "We come here sometimes to check on the operation. And to meet new people. But I prefer private parties. Your hands are shaking. Please relax. Come here." He pulled her off the stool and waved to the female bartender. "Alexa, over here!"

      The topless bartender darted their way. "Jack! What can I get you?" She leaned over the bar and he gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

      "Alexa, this is Nicola. It's her birthday, and her first - but I hope not her last - visit to our establishment. What can we do to make her feel special?"

      "Oh, welcome," Alexa gurgled, bouncing up and down excitedly. "Let's all do a shot of something yummy. I'll be right back with that." She hopped away.

      Jack turned to Nicola, his hands spread, palms up. "Better? How can you be nervous with bare boobs flopping around in your face?"

      Nicola burst into laughter. "I guess you're right."
He's funny, too. Damn.

      Alexa returned with three shot glasses and they all threw them back. Nicola felt a licorice flavor burn down her throat and decided she needed to slow down after that. With the alcohol, that is.

      Jack took her hand and pulled her up against him for a moment. She looked up into his eyes, her hands automatically moving to touch his chest. She glanced around to see if Perry was returning.

      "Don't worry about Perry," he said, again reading her thoughts. "Come with me, let's take a little tour." He pulled her by the hand toward the dance floor and they threaded their way through the crowd. They passed Greg and Perry dancing, and Nicola's mouth dropped open when she saw her husband grinding into her as she wriggled against him. They saw Nicola and Jack and waved, Greg immediately jumping back and turning away from Perry guiltily. He quickly leaned to kiss Nicola on the cheek.

      "Hey, where are you two going?" Greg asked, his face flushed. Perry just smiled, and gave Nicola a finger wave. Nicola was surprised that she wasn't fuming and just waved back. Then she reached to take Jack's hand again, watching Perry's reaction. She didn't react at all, just continued to move to the music, smiling. Damn, she's pretty, Nicola thought, a bit jealous until she felt Jack's hand squeeze her own.