Catalicious Club

Long confidant strides, power and sexuality, this was how she moved through the club. It was the club she managed, not your usual club where the alcohol flowed and people danced the night away. This was a place where you had to go down the street to get a drink, but once back behind the doors of the club you could live out fantasy.

She had spent years feeling unwanted. No one would have known that she questioned her own desirability. She started out at the club as a cashier, unsure of herself after years of having her confidence leached away by the life she lived. It wasn’t long before she had moved up and taken control of her own life and now the club.

She was already tall, but accentuated her height with very high heels. Her body, not lacking in curves, also not lacking in strength and endurance, moved in a sexual grace that few women ever mastered.

The club had the hum. People walked in the door and after being there a few moments felt the need to go from voyeur to participant. She had a theory about that; pheromones. Even she was not immune, she just controlled and contained what she felt, remained aloof, unattainable. Still even with her clinical detachment, every now and then someone would intrigue her and tonight she was intrigued.

She knew his name was Dave, at least that is what his ID and credit card said a few days ago when he purchased a membership. She had noticed him watching her the first night he came in and made a point to find out what she could about him. Not that it was unusual for her to find a patron watching her, but usually they accompanied their watching by telling her what they wanted.

The want was always the same, for her to participate, to fulfill their fantasies.

So far Dave had watched, but said nothing. The tension of the unspoken was building for her. She would not tolerate it longer, she was in the business of knowing what people really wanted, knowing their base desires and it was past time she found out what his were.

Tonight the action was hot in her dungeon, a crowd had gathered, more and more people were setting aside inhibitions and joining in the play. She was there making sure that everyone was comfortable. Just like the nights before Dave was where she was, on the peripheral watching. Assured that no on else needed her attention she moved to the wall where he was.

“Are you enjoying the show?” There was a hint of sarcasm to her voice when she asked. In her mind he would not be watching if he wasn’t enjoying.

“That show there on St. Andrews Cross is interesting, but is nothing new, it does not intrigue me. You intrigue me.” David said it in a cultured monotone, like he was dissecting the latest savoir-faire play. She looked at what was happening on the cross; it did look scripted, played out. The woman was shackled, hands and feet. Her white blouse unbuttoned showing off her white bra, breasts over filling the cups. She had that very pale creamy skin with short brown hair. Her black school girl skirt hiked up while the man with her moved his fingers into her pussy. As he slid them in and out, the light would catch and you could see the wetness of her juices on his fingers.

As erotic as it looked, these were people who did this regularly at home and were bored with it, so they were looking to enliven it with an audience. She knew they needed a different experience, that they were looking to push the envelope. She walked away from Dave, both respecting and loathing that he noticed what she did not.

She went to the man of the pair. “It is time to take her down, try something new.” He looked at her and nodded, went to the woman’s restraints and unlocked them. She went to the woman and moved her to a new piece of equipment, ‘The Horse’. She laid the woman on it as he locked the restraints back into place, wrists and ankles. “What is your name?”

The woman answered, “Jennifer.”

She purred into Jennifer’s ear, “Mmm. Jennifer, what do you really want tonight; what is it you have never had happen to you that you want experience now?” She felt the shift in the play; nothing was scripted now; it was all impromptu and fantasy.

Jennifer was blind folded, restrained, vulnerable. “I have always wanted to be kissed, by a woman.” She smiled, those watching would enjoy seeing a woman kiss Jennifer, but Jennifer was only one half of the equation , there was a man involved, he believed he was in control, what did he want?

She stepped back and viewed Jennifer on the horse. Jennifer was submissive, at mercy and had such need. The horse positioned her in a way that left her exposed. You could see her pussy, see the wetness dripping. The way she laid pushed her breasts up and they were flushed with desire. She wanted to help fulfill that desire. She moved back. She was shoulder to shoulder with the man in control of Jennifer. “What do you want to happen to her?”

He was blunt, excited, interested, “I want to see her with a cock shoved up her while she sucks on me.” He made it easy, he knew what he wanted, she could arrange that, but first she wanted to meet the needs of the cuffed Jennifer.

“Jennifer needs to be kissed, by a woman.” She said this with no emotion; she was simply stating what Jennifer needed. “I can make that happen then I can make your fantasy happen.” She only waited for a nod and then moved to orchestrate.

First she went to a man who was a regular, his cock already in his hand; he was always ready to fuck. “Hey there Nick, enjoying the show?” he nodded, he always enjoyed. “This couple needs a little extra; someone like you. If you don’t mind I am going to have a woman kiss that girl, once she has had that kiss can you go and fuck the hell out of her?”

Nick didn’t need a moment to reply. “You got it babe, but someday it will be you I will be fucking.” She laughed. She knew as much as Nick thought it would happen; she had no interest. She saw too much of what he did here. It wasn’t what she wanted.

She now had Nick ready to take care of one part of the fantasy, now she needed the other part. She talked to several women in the room, but none would do it. She knew it needed to be done. She popped a piece of Trident Vanilla Mint gum in her mouth. A kiss was not crossing the line she had set.

She let a few minutes of anticipation build; she stepped forward, got down on her knees. Then she moved in and gave Jennifer the kiss she craved. It was slow, at fist tentative. She touched her lips to Jennifer’s slowly got used to the feel of another woman’s lips. She took in a deep breath and relaxed a degree. She slid her tongue across Jennifer’s bottom lip, nibbled at that lip and teased it. Suddenly the kiss had gone from one of boundaries and innocence to a greedy kiss where she felt like consuming Jennifer. She felt a need building, she pulled back. Ended the kiss that was drawing her too deep; once done with the kiss, it was just a motion of her head before Nick moved in.

Nick positioned himself behind Jennifer, undid the button on his pants, pulled a condom from his pocket, unzipped them and let them fall. Nick was a no underwear kind of guy and with his pants at his ankles; he unwrapped the condom and rolled it down his cock. His dick was right at Jennifer’s opening and you could feel the tension in the room, everyone was waiting for him to slide into her. He knew how to play the room and he paused just a moment, looked around and then thrust, hard and deep. A few quick, deep strokes, followed by a slow rhythm, the kind that was meant to draw things out a bit, Nick wanted to take some time to enjoy.

Jennifer’s keeper moved in front of her. They had been long term partners and he felt no need for a condom with her. He unzipped and brought his cock out without taking his pants off. He wasn’t about to give Jennifer his dick to gently suck on; he shoved it down her throat. He wanted to fuck her mouth, not just have her gently suck on him and tease him. Jennifer would gag every now and then, but seemed to not mind the way she was being used. For Jennifer it was fulfillment.

The whole club was humming, thrumming with that sexual activity at a fever pitch. She looked around; this would be a night to remember at the club. Jennifer was on the horse, her partner fucking her mouth and Nick fucking her pussy. A few feet away there was a blond woman in the love swing, she had a full body and her head was tossed back as she moaned.

The man she was with had his fist up her pussy, not just a few fingers, but he had slid his whole hand in and was sliding it in and out. You could hear the wet noise of the motions. Next to him was a small group of younger guys. They were watching intently, one had moved very close, interested. The man looked at the young guy and demonstrated his technique, how he tucked his thumb behind his palm so that he could get all of his hand inside his partner.

She watched as the woman’s partner slid his hand out of her. She mewed, not happy at the loss, but soon her partners hand was replaced by that of the young guy. He worked it a moment then it was his hand filling the blond woman’s pussy. The young guy smiled, he was enthralled with the new experience already thinking of the stories he would tell when he got home. The blond woman smiled because it felt so good.

Through the beaded curtain, she looked into the next room over. The room was dominated by a large platform which supported a 12 inch thick foam mattress, covered in black vinyl. The room was designed for orgies and that is what was happening. Several couples had moved from the couples only area to this room as word of what was happening spread through the eighteen thousand square foot club.

As the action had progressed, the couples lost more and more of their inhibitions and their clothing. The orgy had started as many do, each couple staying as a couple, penises meeting vagina, just having sex next to other couples doing the same. Soon that was not enough; the thrill of fucking next to other people was not satisfying, partners switched. There were always more men in the club than women and some of those men were allowed to join in the orgy. A few more couples and singles joined, the bed was a mélange of, condom wrappers, towels, packets of lubricant and undulating bodies.

She let her eyes roam the whole scene again. There was so much happening she had to focus, look at it as separate scenes in one play. She took a deep breath; the scent of sex was almost overwhelming. She knew she was no longer needed, here. It was time for her to check on the other parts of the club. As she turned to leave she saw Dave, watching intently, with all the live sex you would normally only see on video, he wasn’t watching any of it, his eyes were on her.

She went downstairs. Downstairs was a little quiet. One girl on the dance pole with a small audience, people playing strip pool, other relaxing in the Jacuzzi, but still the air of sexual tension waiting to be unleashed, not the torrent of pheromones and fantasy already unleashed that was upstairs.

She stopped at the juice and soda bar and asked for a cup of ice and cranberry juice. Her next destination was the cage, it was called the cage, but really it was just where the price for admission was paid and collected. She used the key to open the door. Melissa was on duty tonight. It was already after two in the morning, but she still had a line. It made sense, she had seen several people sending text messages and making calls on their cell phones upstairs, she knew that her security was telling every cab driver dropping off about what was going on and she had even seen a few of the cabbies taking a quick look. People were coming and would be for several more hours.

It would be a long night and she knew that this would be a night where they would not even lock the doors until after seven in the morning. Melissa finished up with the customer she had been helping and let the next know it would be just a minute. “Where are we at for the night?” she asked. Melissa clicked on the mouse a few times, “We are already at twenty thousand tonight.” She nodded, it was a good night and the owner would be pleased. She had Melissa give her all but $300 in change and dropped it into the safe. She then took her juice and left the cage.

For all of the very public places there were two private spaces in the club, the owners’ office and hers. She went to the back of the club, to a place that was darker than the rest, felt for the door knob, fumbled the key into the lock, turned and then opened the door to her refuge. She first went to her small stereo and hit play. Then she went to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of vodka, it was her favorite, real potato vodka, VOX.

She poured a generous amount into her cranberry juice. She went to the small couch in her office, sat back and drank. For a moment she was able to loose herself in the vodka and music. She thought about the night, the weekend. She knew this was going to be a record month where the club made more than it had ever before. She knew she was part of why, but that only made her take a deeper gulp of her vodka and cranberry.

She was good at getting others to live fantasy, encouraging them to have a moment of what they wanted, but never allowed that for herself. She gave, but didn’t take. She didn’t want to over analyze it so she stopped thinking about it, got up and went to her computer. She opened her profit spreadsheet and punched in a few numbers. With expenses factored in the club owner was going to clear a profit over one hundred fifty thousand this month.

She left her office, checking the club the final time for the night before she closed the cage and started counting the money and auditing the drawers at the two juice bars and café. As she wandered through the rooms she found Dave sitting alone in the dark in the shadow box room. The room was lighted and had curtains so that all one could see if they were sitting in the viewing area was shadows.

She sat down next to him. “Did you enjoy?” Even with the darkness of the room she could see his eyes flash at her. “I saw things that I enjoyed watching.” It was an answer that was designed to hide what he really thought and she knew it, but she was not going to ask him more or dig deeper, she simply nodded and got up.

She made her way through the club; letting staff at the bars know it was time to start shutting down. Saying goodnight to the regulars, making small talk about the incredible night, letting them know about the next event. Her employees knew the routine, they knew her destination. She was going back to her office and doing the final count for the night so she could close down and leave.

Once again in the void of light she fumbled the key into the lock and went into her office. She closed the door and went to her desk. The final count only took a few minutes and as she finished there was a soft knock on the door. She dropped everything into the safe in her office and then crossed the room to open the door. Dave was standing there. She motioned him in and closed the door.

Dave sat on the couch; she went to the chair behind her desk. Her guard was down; the night though successful had taken a lot out of her. She was blunt. “What are you looking for tonight?”

“I have watched you for several nights now,” his voice held a bit of caution as though he didn’t want to spook her “you have needs, deep needs. Needs you ignore; I want to give you fulfillment.”

Her mind was working in overdrive. Thinking thirty thins simultaneously; it was difficult to focus on just one thought. While she sorted out everything racing through her head the silence stretched and Dave gave her time to work it all out. Finally she picked through her thoughts and one became came clear, why not. Everyone else got what they needed here, so why not her. The place often took from her; maybe tonight it was time to let it give to her some.

She stood up. “Stay here, I will be back.” She went to the door and walked out, leaving Dave in her office alone.

She locked the club up quickly. Usually she left with all the other employees, but tonight she sent them out mentioning that she didn’t want to keep them waiting while she finished paper work. With the doors locked, she went through the club once more. She stopped at the door of the owner, knocked, it was empty.

She moved on, the dungeon was the last room to check. She could still smell the sex in the air there. The excitement, the pheromones; standing there an image flashed through her head, a need.

She returned to her office assured the club was empty.

Taking a deep breath she once again entered her office. She knew her need, what she wanted, but was not sure she could.

“You want to give me fulfillment.” She sat down next to Dave.

He turned toward her, looked at her, waiting for something. The silence stretched several beats too long. “You don’t even know how to tell someone what you want anymore, do you?” Dave’s voice was soft and low as he asked the question, she almost seemed to flinch at the question and he knew he had hit the mark.

She just looked at him and gave an almost unperceivable nod and then she stood up and went to the door. She knew he would follow.

She walked through the darkened club, Dave following behind. She went upstairs where the dungeon was. She stopped at the juice bar there and went behind the counter. That is where the hand cuffs and whips were. She picked out a few items. As she came out from behind the bar with her chosen items in hand; Dave raised an eyebrow at her.

“I need to be in control.” She walked on ahead.

Her mind swirled with so many thoughts and feelings. She knew the owner of the club didn’t trust her because she was a woman. There had been too many occasions where hopped up on too much blow he had come close to hitting her, all the while he wanted to fuck her. She fantasized about being in control of a sexual encounter of experimenting with her feelings of anger and attraction towards the opposite sex.

They entered a little known and little used room in the club. It was just off the dudgeon, but often overlooked. Amongst those who worked at the club the room was called the hot wax room, meant to satisfy those who had a fetish about dripping burning candles over their partner’s body. She wasn’t there for that. The room had a table that restraints could be attached to. That is why she was there. She wanted to restrain Dave so that she could feel in control.

She indicated she wanted him to lie on the table, he started to oblige. “I need you naked.” He looked at her, took his clothes off, following her command.

She had him face up; she wanted to be able to see his expressions. She fastened cuffs to each of the four corners of the table. Then the restrained each his wrists and ankles. She walked around the table, seeming to inspect him. He wasn’t much taller than her with an average, but well kept build. He wasn’t gorgeous, but was above average. She usually didn’t pay attention to the details of a man, but like this, in control she could. He had hazel eyes and light brown hair.

On the streets Dave would not be a remarkable man, but his eyes flashed with intelligence and drive. She sensed that in some ways he matched her. She let her hands start to explore him. First she touched his hands and feet. She noted how he was just a little ticklish. She then moved to his arms and his chest, just touching, his legs, thighs. He was hard and she wrapped her hand around his shaft, used her thumb to caress the tip. Soon her thumb was slick with his pre-cum, sliding easily.

She released his cock and turned to a small table in the room where she had left the things she had collected from the bar. She picked up a whip. It wasn’t your usual Zorro styled whip with one long tendril that could lash out doing so much damage. It had many strands, soft strands of kid leather. She turned towards Dave and dragged this whip against his body. The soft leather felt like a caress, not like punishment and for a while she just moved the whip against his body with a soft and caring touch.

She withdrew and stepped back looking at him. She thought about what she had heard one of the clubs dominatrix saying when giving a lesson on whip technique. Never too close to the genitals, the whip could wrap around testes or penis and cause damage; always thighs or chest.

She experimented a bit, hitting softly hitting a little harder; a few strikes leaving slight pink lines on Dave’s skin. Every few strokes with the whip she would put her hand on his erection and stroke him. It had only been a few minutes, she was only beginning to experiment, to feel a little power and she looked at Dave’s eyes.

His eyes were clouded with lust. “I want to fulfill you, to make you cum. I know you want to climb on and ride me and give yourself that orgasm.” She let his words sink in a moment. Then she understood his motivation, his fantasy was not really about letting her have fulfillment. He wanted her to orgasm, he wanted to be a part of her orgasm, but he didn’t want her to really be fulfilled. He saw fulfillment as only the physical component, the rushing blood, the spasms of a vagina, but not the release or meeting of emotional needs.

She shook her head at her own folly, she should have never known better. It was never about her. She turned away and walked back to the juice bar where she had gotten the cuffs and whip. She found a gag and a few packets of lubricant.

She returned to him. She put the gag on him; she didn’t want to hear any more of his words. She opened the first packet of lubricant, drizzled it on his cock and the second. He was wet and slippery. She started using her hand on him, massaging his penis, making it engorge and enlarge as more blood filled it. She stroked slowly going from tip to balls. She could see in his eyes he wanted her on top of him, he wanted to have her pussy gliding over him like her hand was. She wasn’t going to give him that.

She kept moving her hand in a pace that slowly sped up. She was moving him towards his orgasm. She could see how much he wanted to be in her, how much he wanted to feel the walls of her vagina clenching at him. She climbed on top of the bed, on top of him. She teased him with the possibility. She unbuttoned her top and revealed full breasts. She positioned herself between his legs and then slid his cock into her cleavage.

She knew he could see it. See is cock moving between her breasts, feel the sensation. She felt him tense, knew he was on edge. One twitch and she knew he was going to cum. She moved away from him. He was cumming, he had gone over the edge but he had no touch no sensation while he came. His sperm shot all over his abdomen and chest. His orgasm felt good yet not quite compete, not fulfilling.

She went to the top of the bed and leaned down “Fulfillment isn’t always just about an orgasm.”

She walked away, stopping as she exited the room to turn the heat up a bit. She was leaving him for the morning cleaning crew to find in a little more than an hour.

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