Savvy
Dear Diary
I have the keys to my new condo. I am so freaking excited. Stacy, Mazy and I went furniture shopping. I got everything from couches, to tables for the bedroom, dining room and living room. Lamps, a new bed, a couple of comfy chairs and then we got all the linens and towels. Food was the last thing we got, and I cooked dinner to thank them. That was the good news for the day. The bad news is my money is dwindling. I haven’t been frugal like I should have been, but it’s hard when you’re having fun. I need to find a job, or some way to make money. I’ve scoured the job sites. There is nothing for a nutritionist or personal fitness. I have no idea what I am going to do.
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“Ready to go to Club Uno?” Stacy asked, as she walked into my living room. She and I gave each other extra keys for convenience and in case of emergencies. “Hey, why aren’t you dressed?”
I had my hair and makeup done, but then after checking my account, I wasn’t sure I should keep going out.
“I’m almost broke, Stacy. After buying the condo, I had enough money to last me for six months. But as much as we’ve eaten out in the last two weeks, and going out for fun. Plus, buying everything for the condo, I have maybe a month of living left in my savings. I didn’t realize how expensive everything was going to be.”
“Well, then Club Uno will be perfect.”
“What do you mean?”
“At Club Uno there are numerous games that are played. It’s basically a casino. Except in this place, we don’t play with money. We play with dares. Remember, Savvy, the people at these clubs are very well off. You can dare anything. The more dares you do, the more money you make.”
“What do the dares consist of? I mean what if someone dares another to kill someone?”
“No, the dares are all legal and with consent. You will need a box of c*ndoms.”
“Ohhhh, yeah I bought a lot of those.” I got up and went to my room and opened my closet. On a shelf were boxes and boxes of c*ndoms. I grabbed a box and ripped it open.
Stacy walked into my room and started to laugh.
“Did you buy out a store?”
“Well, after f*cking Garrett, I realized I needed to be prepared for anything anywhere.”
“Oh, that’s so true. I always have at least five c*ndoms on me,” she said, waggling her purse at me.
“Okay, well, I guess I should let you pick out my outfit then, because I need money.”
For the next half hour, she had me trying on almost every dress in my closet.
“Yes, that’s the one,” she said, excitedly.
“It’s not too fancy?”
“No, casino night is fancy.”
That’s when I looked at her. She had on a floor-length dress that was almost the same as mine. Where mine was in a peach color, hers was a red wine. Both of our dresses were satin with spaghetti straps. She had on black heels with red bottoms and I had on silver strappy heeled sandals. My hair was curled and hanging to my waist with one side pinned up with a silver rose hair pin that sparkled with face diamonds. Stacy’s hair was curled with the front of her hair pinned back on top. We both looked stunning.
“Let’s go, girl. I am ready to party and have some fun. It’s just us tonight. Mazy and Garrett went to Paris.”
“What? Paris?”
“Yeah, they both work for the same modeling agency. They are on the runway tonight.”
“Wow, such glamorous lives they lead,” I was in awe of my friends.
We pulled up at Club Uno forty minutes later. We flashed our cards and I put mine back in my clutch and also had my lipstick and ten c*ondoms. I just wanted to be prepared.
I swear we walked into a high-end casino. Everyone looked so elegant. There were poker tables everywhere, along with every other gambling table. We were each handed a number, mine happened to be 13. I blew out a breath. I hope it was my lucky number tonight.
“Ladies, welcome to Club Uno. Pick a table and enjoy,” said a woman, with huge breasts spilling out of her tiny dress, her red hair piled on top of her head. She had long legs, and could have been a runway model herself, she was that beautiful.
Stacy and I split up, she went to one of the poker tables and I went to a roulette table. A woman in a black thong and purple pasties was walking around with a tray of drinks. I grabbed a flute of champagne and took a drink. Oh, yum. It was peach champagne, my favorite. The table I was at filled up with seven other members. There were four men and four women seated, and a man dressed in a dealer's uniform, standing next to the roulette wheel holding the tiny white ball.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I will spin the wheel to see who goes first. Please hold your numbers in front of you. If you are picked to be the darer, please choose a number and dare that person. If you are the one that is dared, you must perform the dare. The more dares you perform, the more money you will receive at the end of your play night. If you fail a dare or refuse to perform one, your night has ended. You will notice that some of the numbers are blacked out on the wheel. The only numbers shown are the ones at this table. Good luck and enjoy,” said the dealer.
He spun the wheel and dropped the tiny ball. As everyone watched the ball, I looked at my companions. They were all good-looking. Some looked to be my age, two of the men were older, maybe in their fifties, and there was an older woman too. She also looked to be in her fifties.
The wheel started to slow and I watched as it started to slow down. It landed at number eight.
Number eight was one of the men in his fifties. He looked around the table and his eyes landed on number 12 who was a young muscular guy, with sandy colored hair and green eyes. He was handsome in that Brad Pitt sort of way, when Brad was in his twenties.
“Number 12, I dare you to kiss the woman to your left. I want tongue. The kiss must last at least fifteen seconds.”
Number 12 looked at the older woman and smirked. He had no problem completing the dare. The wheel was spun again. It landed at number 2. She was the older woman that had just got kissed.
“Number 13, I want you to suck on number 1’s left n*pple.”
I looked at number 1. She was Asian with long black hair straight as a pin. She had on a white cocktail dress. Her br*asts were tiny, but you could tell her n*pples were prominent. They were poking through her dress, either from being chilled or she was turned on. I smiled at her as I walked around the table. Her dress was strapless so all I had to do was shimmy her dress down until her br*asts popped free. I leaned down and first swirled my tongue around her n*pple, and then I sucked into my mouth. She panted and moaned, her head falling back. I heard some of the men swear and the women chuckle. When I was done, I helped her right her dress and sauntered back to my seat. The game went on like that, the ball landing on numbers, and dares becoming bolder and bolder. I have been dared three times. The men loved to see the women make out, or touch each other. One woman dared one of the older men to kiss one of the younger guys, and they did it. Our first quitter was one of the older guys. He was dared to give the other older man a blow job. He was out at that request. He collected his winnings and left the casino. We lost two more fifteen minutes later when number 7 dared number eight to f*ck number 10, neither of them wanted to go that far. That left five of us. Number 7. Myself, number 12, number 2 and number 1. Three women and two men. The ball landed on number 12 again.
“Number 1, I dare you to eat out number 13 until she c*ms.”
My eyes widened. So did number 1’s. She nervously got out of her chair and walked over to me. I turned in my seat. I helped her lift my dress to my thighs. I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I didn’t see the point. I didn’t want to soak a pair after Stacy told me that the dares were s*xual in nature. She hesitated. My heart was pounding. She leaned forward and then stopped. A whoosh of breath left me.
“I can’t,” she said. I was a little disappointed. I’ve never been with a girl before. I was curious. She left after apologizing.
Number 12 quit after number 2 dared her to f*ck herself with a dildo. She said she was bored and quit. I had a feeling she had her feelings hurt that no one was dared to f*ck her. She flounced off after that. Leaving myself, with two men, number 7 and number 2.
The wheel spun and landed on number 7. Both of the men left were around my age. Number 2 was the sandy-haired guy and number 7 was a very good-looking black man, almost too beautiful to look at, with a trimmed goatee, honey colored eyes and a bald head. He was lean with a decent amount of musculature. He wasn’t massive, more like a slim male model with cut muscles. I was hoping he would dare me to do something to him.
“Number 13, I dare you to suck my c*ck while number 2 eats your a*s.”
Holy f*ck. I looked at number 2 and saw pure lust in his eyes. I opened my clutch and took out a c*ndom and held it up with a raised eyebrow. He nodded. I walked to him, he eagerly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I hiked up my dress to my hips. Number 2 dropped to his knees enthusiastically.
I opened the c*ndom and put it on the tip of number 7 hard c*ck. It was long and just the right amount of girth that I wouldn’t hurt my jaw. I then rolled it down a little with my hands and then the rest with my mouth. Number 7 inhaled sharply and number 2 got to work eating my a*s out. It was foreign to me, I’ve never had anyone do that or anything back there. I concentrated on number 7 d*ck. I bobbed my head and he gave little thrusts. I gagged when he hit the back of my throat.
“Shh, open up little girl, breathe through your nose. That’s it.” I did what he said. I took a deep breath and swallowed him.
“F*ck yes, that’s it. D*mn girl, you have good suction. D*mn, yes.” He thrusted harder and I moaned. He gathered my hair in his fist and helped me bob on him. Number 2 plunged his tongue in my a*s, and I squealed around number 7, making him jerk and moan.
“Do that again,” he growled out, and number 2 did, resulting in the same action. Number 2 flicked his tongue against my back entrance. It felt really good. I brought my hand to my sopping p*ssy and started to rub my cl*t.
“F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!” Number 7 roared, and I felt his c*m feel the c*ndom. I came off smacking my tongue to the roof of my mouth. Luckily, I had grabbed the non-lubricated c*ndoms. The rubbery taste in my mouth was a little unpleasant, But nothing a drink wouldn’t fix.
I stayed bent over and number 2 continued to tongue f*ck my a*s, and I rubbed my cl*t furiously. Suddenly my orgasm hit me, my legs shook as number 2 moved to my p*ssy and lapped up my juices.
I was a little dizzy standing up. Number 7 steadied me.
“Thank you sweetheart. That was f*cking amazing.”
I beamed at him. The lights in the room flashed, indicating the night was over. I went to the money cage with my four white dare tokens and turned them in. My mouth dropped. I had no clue that each token was worth two thousand dollars. I saw if I had gotten a red token like Stacy had, I would have gotten ten thousand dollars for just one.
“You have to f*ck to get the token,” she told me on our way home.
These clubs were something else. I couldn’t wait to see what Club number 2 introduces to me.