The good thing about having a friend like Valerie is that she encourages me to push my limits while understanding I’m easily exhausted.
The bonus for having a friend like her is that we’re the same size and she’s more than willing to let me borrow her dresses.
It’s possible there’s nothing bad about having a friend like Valerie. I hope I can pay her back someday.
It’s Friday night again and I’m not asking her to come over and do my hair, but I did buy a few basic supplies like mascara and lipstick.
It’s amazing how playing dress up is as fun as an adult as it was when we were kids. The difference is that the dresses fit now, and showing off my curves gives me a mental boost. It doesn’t do anything for my energy level but that’s okay since Jeff doesn’t require me to do too much other than orgasm.
My hands shake as I dab the lipstick and toss the tissue in the trash. I’m ready early so I sit on my couch and wait for my boyfriend, if that’s what he’s called, to show up.
Last week he took me to Club Sin and blew my mind with the whole blindfold thing. It eased my nerves tremendously. I love the sense of freedom, that all I have to do is exist and let him ravish me. And I can’t forget the roles played by three orgasms, a great snuggle buddy since I slept at his house again, then the huge breakfast he prepared before driving me home. What more could a girl want?
Perhaps even more men adoring me since tonight I meet Jeff’s buddies. His brothers. The idea of exhibitionism had taken hold. And, since I’m not sure I’ll ever get another chance at a crazy fantasy like this, I told Jeff I want to have sex with him while the other two are present. That request required no arm twisting.
I feel like I’m living a dream with how attentive he is to me and that I’ve been to a sex club and explored kink. He makes it normal.
My insides barely cringe when I remember the first night I spent with him. The scary moment with the figure in the theater was a blip on my radar, getting smaller by the second, the longer I was with Jeff.
My concerns about Creeper Guy are waning since we’d only had a few calls that fit his pattern in the last two weeks. None of them resulted in him making any more weird statements to me.
And the guy in the black car hadn’t been parked outside of the call center.
Forcing my thoughts away from that situation, I owe Valerie big-time for convincing me to go to the bar that night. Apparently going out can be more relaxing than staying home.
The whole thing is beyond weird. A few short weeks ago, I would have never believed I’d go to a sex club. Jeff had asked if I’d be willing to get a health check so that I could become a member of Club Sin. I could only go as a guest so many times.
I didn’t exactly tell the doctor why I needed the checkup, just that there were specific tests I wanted done. And no surprise to me, I have a perfectly clean bill of health except this stupid fatigue and body aches and brain fog, but that’s not the kind of things Club Sin is worried about.
In an hour or so, I will officially be a card-carrying member of a sex club. I glance around my living room which keeps me humbled that most of my life remains unchanged.
A picture of Valerie, Monica and me on the end table catches my attention. There’s a big difference. I never kept secrets from them before but I want to see how tonight goes before telling them what exactly I’m getting into. I guess I expect to understand it better after meeting Bruce and Malachi. Forcing my hands to relax, I take a deep breath. Jeff said they’d love me.
Valerie and Monica wouldn’t believe me without the physical card anyway.
Five more minutes before Jeff will pick me up. We’re getting to the club before the other two so I can settle. I try not to worry that they won’t like me.
When Jeff had blindfolded me, it kind of reminded me of my calls at work. I’m involved but I can’t see anything, I just have to trust that everything is going the way it should. And when Jeff put his mouth on my pussy, it definitely went the right way.
A tingle rushes through my body at the thought of that happening again, possibly with three different guys. Good lord, what will that be like?
Jeff is right on time as always and I try hard not to blush or let my hands shake when we get to Club Sin and I sign the contract. I can’t be the first person to have a case of jitters.
Once I’m official, we return to Room Two and I sit on the same bed where Jeff had pulled the most mind-numbing orgasm from me. Self-doubt crawls through my mind. How do I introduce myself to these two men when they enter the room? Hi, I’m your fuck toy? There’s a minimum of two orgasms to play. Then what? We all get naked?
“You look nervous Tabby.” Jeff sits beside me and wraps his arm around my shoulders. It’s warm, safe, and sheltering, but it’s not him I’m worried about.
“I didn’t think through how this part would work. How do we get started? It was natural with you, but they know why I’m here and it feels too…” I can’t find the right word.
“We can do whatever you want. Is there anything that would make this easier?”
“Turn the lights off and I don’t have to look at them, worry that I’m not pleasing someone.”
“You’ll be blindfolded so you don’t have to see them. You don’t have to be creative. We just want to ravish you like I did. Pleasing you pleases us. And one of us may step back and watch.”
“Yeah, although I won’t be the only one to orgasm this time.” A bundle of excitement deposits itself between my legs at the thought of him coming inside of me, and the other two also getting off.
“Right, we’ll all finish this time. We’ll go as slow as you need us to, and remember if we get into anything you don’t like just tell us to stop. Or use the club’s safe word. You remember what it is?”
“Red.”
He cradles my chin and kisses my lips. “Don’t be afraid to speak up. It’s important that you enjoy this.”
“Thanks. I think I know something I’d like.”
He pulls me onto his lap, the form fit of my dress not allowing my legs open so he sits me across his thighs.
“Anything you want Tabby, you’re our little pussy cat and all of us want you to be happy.”
“How do you know they’ll like me?”
“I’ve known these guys forever. I know them like I know myself. Kind of like you and Valerie.”
“Except that we don’t do things like this together.” I clarify.
“I guess that’s a good thing for me or you might already be spoken for. Anything else you need?”
“Can I be blindfolded before they come in?”
“If you want. Are you worried about meeting them?”
“I think that if I can’t see them, I’ll trust my instinct instead of trying to look at them and see if I’m making them happy.”
He pepper’s kisses over my forehead. “Tabby. You’re too good to be true.”
“I could say the same about you. But I still want to do introductions. I just want to be blindfolded when it happens. I’ll be less self-conscious.”
“Then that’s how we’ll do it.”
Glancing at his watch, I say, “They’ll be here any minute.”
I curse that he didn’t want me to have a glass of wine before doing this but I appreciate that he didn’t want any question in regards to my consent. Then there’s the issue that I honestly don’t know if I’ll do this again after this evening so I want to be fully present. Three guys are a big commitment.
Jeff loosens his tie, wrapping it around one hand as he slips it through his collar, then dangles it to the side, dropping it on the bed.
“Don’t we need that?”
“Not for a blindfold but I might want to tie your hands. Would you be okay with that?”
A massive inhale prevents me from hiding my surprise. He wraps one hand around both of my wrists.
“Wouldn’t that be a different room?” I ask.
“We can do anything we want as long as everyone agrees. Bruce and Malachi understand that you need to take it easy but you have to tell us where your limits are.”
“I’ll tell you, I promise.”
He reaches inside his jacket and retrieves something black and silky from his breast pocket. A blindfold.
I smile and nod then he lifts it and positions it over my eyes.
“How’s that?”
It’s snug and comfortable. “It’s fine. I can’t see a thing.”
“Good,” he breathes on the back of my neck and my shoulders bunch.
Part of me wishes it was just going to be the two of us but if Bruce and Malachi are as devoted as Jeff, I’m in for a real treat. The kind I’d only ever thought would be a fantasy.
He nips and kisses at my neck and I loll my head to the side. I’ll be drunk on his affections before the other men arrive.
“You’re going to make it hard for me to wait until they get here,” he says, massaging my breasts through the dress.
I wiggle on his lap and the thickness of his erection prods underneath me.
“Are you trying to earn a spanking?” he teases, with a serious hint of hopefulness in his words.
“Does that mean we’re putting spankings on the table too?
“Only for naughty pussy cats that need discipline.” His tone is darker and I’m ready to explore so many things that had never seemed normal or fun until meeting Jeff.
My body is on fire with anticipation.
A firm knock on the door brings our intimate moment to a halt. This is it…the moment that I’d told myself to do a mental check. If I have any reservations, I should back out.
