Savvy
Dear Diary,
Dodged a bullet. My parents didn’t pick up. I will try again later. For now, I am going to enjoy the week ahead. I can’t wait for the next club. Stacy said it’s very different. I am super curious.
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“Okay, this is Club Deux. It’s different from the other clubs because it’s a stimulating club. No p*nis vagina s*x whatsoever. You are in for a wild ride,” Stacy said.
My friends and I walked into a neon pink building, with electric blue lighting on the outside. It was strange. The windows were completely blacked out. I felt like I was walking into an adult s*x store. It was a tall building with large windows. Once inside, though, the lighting was extremely dim. The only lighting was the floor lighting along the sides. It added an eerie glow to the surroundings. I followed Mazy’s lush form. I couldn’t help watching her hips sway side to side in her red mini skirt. She has a great a*s. She pushed aside a black curtain and pushed through another door. There were chairs with at least thirty people sitting in them. They were all in what looked like waitstaff uniforms. White button-up, short-sleeved shirts, black slacks or skirts. The women wore black nylons and black pumps, the men in black dress shoes. All were extremely attractive.
“Welcome to Club Deux. Please pick an expert. He or she will take you to their room. They will direct you from there,” said a man with white hair and a white beard with crystal blue eyes. He had a velvet maroon smoking jacket on with black slacks. He had a cane with a silver wolf's head.
Mazy chose a woman with long black hair and green eyes, Stacy chose an Asian man with eyes so black, I couldn’t see the whites of his eyes. Garrett chose a red-headed man with a long Viking beard. I looked around the room.
I was so curious and nervous about what this club was all about. What if I didn’t like what was about to happen? Could I just leave? Will I get any money back? No, I was here to enjoy myself and learn some new things about myself. Stacy, Garrett and Mazy would not put me in a situation I would be uncomfortable with, right?
That’s when I saw him. He was tall, at least a foot taller than me. He had tattoos covering his muscled arms. I wondered if he had them all over? His black hair was slicked back, and he had the bluest eyes. They almost glowed. His lips were full and lush, his jaw was sharp and defined. He looked like a yummy biker without his leathers on.
I walked up to him and held out my hand. He stood and smiled at me. Then we walked through a door in the corner of the room. He took me down a long corridor without saying a word. I bit my bottom lip with nervousness. We stopped at another door, and he opened it to reveal a room with a massage table. The walls were a dark blue, the lighting was dim and sensuous. There was a table with various bowls and implements. A small box that was plugged into an outlet sat on a stool. There were three stacked, squared cubbies.
“Please take off your clothes and shoes. Put everything in a cubby. Then, take the blindfold off of the table and I will help you tie it around your eyes and head. Then lie down on the bed face down, putting your head on the headrest.”
His voice was deep and soft. He said everything very gently. It was a contrast to what he looked like. I had no reservations as he turned his back and started fiddling with stuff on the table. I did as he said. After I was undressed, I grabbed the blindfold and held it to my eyes. He came behind me and tied it behind my head.
“This club is all about sensation. I will use my hands and tools to give you a s*xual release. You might also feel an emotional release and that is okay. I have had many clients c*m and cry. I am going to guide you to lie face down now. Enjoy.”
He helped me lay down. I’ve had massages before, so I knew how to lay my head. I hope this guy had good hands.
Music played softly and I felt myself relax a little. I could hear him moving around, the clinking of glass, a small hum. Then I felt warm oil drip down my spine. His hands were next, and he used just the right amount of pressure as he kneaded my muscles, turning them into absolute jelly. H*ll even if I don’t have an orgasm, this is worth the yearly pass. I moaned a little and I heard him let out a quiet chuckle. His fingers dug into the muscles of my back and I felt the tension of the last month melt away. He then worked my glutes and yeah I think I had a mini orgasm. He worked down my legs and finally the bottoms of my feet. He moved to my shoulders and worked there. Holy f*ck, he had magic hands. He worked down my arms and then massaged my hands. I felt my toes curl. He then asked me quietly to roll over. He started at my head after he took out my bun. Massaging my scalp and I wanted to weep at how it felt, it was so good. He moved to my neck, then my shoulders. He massaged my breasts and I started to pant. He rolled my n*pples and I moaned. F*ck, I was going to have an orgasm just from him playing with my n*pples. My back arched and I moaned long and loudly with my first orgasm. He hummed and moved to my stomach. Doing a circular motion with his hands. He massaged my hips, legs, and feet again.
He moved from me and I wanted to whimper at the loss of contact. I felt him come back.
“You’re going to feel a cold sensation. Don’t be alarmed.”
I sucked in a breath as he laid an ice cube on my collarbone and moved it slowly down between my br*asts. I couldn’t help but squirm a little and he chuckled. He slid the cube over my right n*pple, circling it. I sucked in a breath. F*ck, I can feel that in my cl*t. He then slowly moved the cube to my left n*pple
“Ahh,” I moaned out, arching my body. Then I felt his warm tongue lave my left n*pple and suck it into his mouth.
“Oh, God!” I came again. This was f*cking incredible.
He must have gotten another cube as he sucked on my n*pple. He moved it down my stomach, making me suck in. He moved to my other n*pple and slipped it into his mouth and drew hard on it. Then he quickly took the ice cube and slid it between my p*ssy lips, rubbing it on my cl*t and slipping the cube inside me. I went off like a rocket. I know I squirted a little because I could feel my juices spilling out of me. He cursed, and then put his mouth on my cl*t and lapped at me as he plunged his fingers in and out of me. I came again, and I heard him grunt. Being blindfolded was heightening my senses, making me extra sensitive. He left me again. I signed with relief at the break in orgasms. Having them back to back in quick succession made me a little dizzy.
“I am now going to pour hot wax on you. I will start with one dot, and then I will see how you like it, and we will go from there.”
“Okay,” I panted out.
I held my breath, and then I felt a slight burning sensation in the middle of my cleavage.
“Ahhh, oh God.”
“How was that?”
“Again, do it again,” I demanded.
He did this time over one of my n*pples. I sucked in a breath and my body arched. I felt my p*ssy clench, and I curled my fingers into my palms, making a fist.
“More, please,” I begged.
This time he poured a line from my other n*pple down my torso and over my p*ssy.
I screamed and exploded. My hips left the table and humped the air.
“Oh, God! Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted as he kept pouring the wax over my body.
When he was done, he took a wet cloth and cleaned me up.
He then went to the end of the table, and grabbed my ankles. He yanked me down towards him. He threw my legs over his shoulders and he went to town on my p*ssy. He grunted and groaned. Sliding his tongue up and down, lapping at me, sucking on my lips and making sure he tasted every inch. He sucked my cl*t into his mouth and flicked it mercilessly until I was c*mming again and then he f*cked me with his tongue until I came down from my orgasm. He kissed my cl*t softly.
“Such a good girl. So sensitive. You’re one of my best clients.”
I knew I was blushing from his praise. He grabbed my hands and helped me sit up. I felt him kiss me as he untied the blindfold.
“You’re so beautiful. I enjoyed myself watching you c*m. I have never came in my pants during one of my sessions, and you made me do it twice. Thank you.”
I smiled at him,“ No, thank you.”
He kissed my hand and left the room. I dressed slowly. My body was so relaxed, my mind was mush. When I left the room, I followed the hall back to where I picked my yummy-looking biker friend. The room was empty except for the gentleman with the white hair. I pulled a hundred dollar bill out of the back pocket of my skinny jeans.
“Will you give this to the man that I had tonight please.”
“Most certainly. That’s very generous of you.”
“He deserves it. Best massage ever.”
The man chuckled, and I smiled at him. I f*cking love Florida.