Club Manhattan (Club Secrets USA Book 3) (4 page)

David nodded. “I’m probably one of your biggest fans.”
 

He turned to Andrea. “Monique is one of the finest pole dancers I’ve ever seen.”

Andrea’s eyes lit up. “Really? I’d love to see you dance some time.”

Monique stood. “No poles back here, but I could show you some moves on the dance floor, if you’d like to join me.”

Andrea shifted her attention to David.
 

He nodded. “Why don’t you ladies dance together for awhile. I’d much rather watch than join in for now.”

Andrea smiled appreciatively, grabbed Monique’s hand, and the two women walked over to the dance floor.

David motioned to the bartender to bring him another drink and sat down to watch the show. He knew he’d have to keep close tabs on his beauties. Once they got started, it would only be a matter of time before some guy would attempt to move in on them.

Andrea easily followed Monique’s steps, and soon the two were swirling around the dance floor. They looked good together. Andrea’s blonde hair and tanned skin complemented Monique’s milk chocolate coloring. David’s eyes gravitated to their pelvic areas as they shook and grinded to the beat, and he noticed one striking difference.
 

Andrea’s had a thin line of blonde hair leading to her pussy, which no one else would see from a distance. He, of course, knew it was there. Monique had sculpted her black pubic hair into a narrow heart around the entire area, and it looked slick with her juices or perhaps groomed with an exotic oil.

David threw down the rest of his drink and made his way over to the dance floor. He wasn’t interested in joining them, but wanted to be close at hand when the music ended.

Quite a crowd had formed around the women, and a murmur of disappointment arose when David led them down the hall and into a private room. He closed the door, indicating that he didn’t want company. Andrea and Monique were on each other before David finished covering the mats with the towels provided.

He leaned against the wall, observing how they touched each and where. Women had to be the best teachers of what felt good to them, and he wanted to know how best to give them pleasure.
 

As the women kissed, they began with their hands in each other’s hair. Andrea pulled free first. She placed her hands on Monique’s shoulders, smiled at her, and then sank slowly to her knees. She cupped Monique’s breasts with her hands as she dipped the tip of her tongue into the folds of the standing woman’s pussy.

Monique spread her legs wider to give Andrea better access and fisted Andrea’s hair while pushing her head into the glistening area framed by her heart of trimmed hair. Andrea eagerly explored Monique’s sex, bringing her hands down to spread the area open.
 

David stroked himself lightly as Andrea laved the entire area and then focused on Monique’s clit. He heard the slapping sounds as she slipped three fingers in Monique’s wet hole and pumped rapidly.

Monique’s gyrated her hips to match Andrea’s pace. For several moments all that could be heard were slapping sounds and Monique’s moans. As she peaked, she held Andrea’s face to her pussy, pressed her own hand over Andrea’s, and let out a bellow with her release.

Monique pushed Andrea down the mats, face up. She kneeled between Andrea’s bent knees and dove into her pussy with very little foreplay.
 

David decided it was time to join the party. He covered his cock with a condom and kneeled behind Monique, spreading her cheeks and sliding his fingers through her dripping pussy.

The door opened just as he pressed his erection to the edge of Monique’s inviting opening. He turned his head, ready to jump all over the person who entered, which was considered inappropriate protocol when a door was closed.
 

He closed in mouth as quickly as he had opened it, surprised to see Tyson McVeigh enter the room, undressed and bearing gifts. He grinned at David as he tossed a handful of vibrators and other sex toys on the mats.
 

“Heard you were in here with the two hottest ladies and wanted to make sure you had everything you need.”

Andrea turned her head to smile, but Monique continued her assault on Andrea’s pussy. David nodded as he plowed into Monique.

Tyson closed the door, but remained standing. He watched for several minutes. Once Andrea climaxed and Monique released her, he came closer.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

David waved him in, and continued to fuck Monique, who was now squealing.

Tyson kneeled over Andrea’s face. “Nice to see you again, Andrea. Welcome to Club Manhattan.”

Andrea stroked the tip of Tyson’s cock, wiping up the clear pre-cum liquid and popping her finger in her mouth.

David heard them chatting but he was temporarily consumed with his own orgasm, his grunts now escalating with Monique’s moans as they came together. He fell to her side and pulled her against him, her back pressed to his chest. He rubbed her breasts, and she snuggled into him as they both watched Andrea and Tyson.

David had heard enough conversation to figure out they were not strangers. Tyson must have been to Club Secrets or Club Miami when he was doing business with Dirk, and probably they met then.
 

David’s mind reeled almost as badly as when he learned of Andrea’s history with his parents. Was there anyone he knew that she hadn’t fucked?

He murmured to Monique, “Be right back,” and he left the room. He wanted another drink and a trip to the men’s locker rooms.
 

The irony of it all. He had joined this program to learn more about how to please Andrea, and it turns out he was taking lessons from one of her former lovers.
 

After David relieved himself and had another drink, he returned to the room. This whole thing depended on trust and openness, he reasoned. Andrea was into the lifestyle long before she had met him, so he couldn’t get bent out of shape for something that happened earlier in her life. There’d come a time to define what they did have and what they wanted, but it wasn’t tonight.
 

This night was in full swing, and David decided to enjoy what was left of it. Still, he couldn’t help being taken aback when he opened the door and observed what had transpired in his absence.

Tyson was on his back on the mat, with Andrea on her hand and knees over him, sucking his cock. Monique had donned a strap on device, one of the toys Tyson brought in earlier, and was fucking Andrea from behind. His only option, if he wanted to join them, was to get behind Monique again.

He grabbed a tube of lubricant and a condom off the table in the corner. He donned another rubber and set upon Monique’s rear with the tube, squirting between her cheeks.

David smoothed the gel down her crack with the tip of his sheathed cock. She poised her butt up into the air, and David angled himself over her rear opening. She slowed her humping until he was well inside her, and together they coordinated their movements. He stayed with her, letting her set the pace. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against the mats and each other.
 

He heard Tyson yell for the women to come and then the sounds of each as they climaxed. David gently withdrew from Monique and pulled off the condom, tossing it in a nearby trash can.
 

Andrea and Monique were laying side by side on the mats, still panting. Tyson had rolled away from them and began to get up. David stood in front of the women and pumped his cock, feeling the burn of release, and aiming the flow directly over their chests and faces. He looked at Tyson and grinned. No way a man his age could top that.

When he was done, he and Tyson watched the women lick each other clean.
 

David sat in the café where he and Jessica often met to study. He stared at the test scores he had gotten back from his med school midterms. They weren’t good for him, although he was performing near the top of his class. But he knew Club Manhattan was a big distraction. His workload for med school was only increasing. Thank goodness there was only another four weeks of the BDSM training. He could probably swing it until Winter break. Starting next semester, he’d be able to focus on his career training exclusively, but where would that leave his relationship with Jessica?

“Hey, you.”
 

David’s thoughts were interrupted as Jessica gave him a quick kiss and plopped down in a chair at his table.

“Jessica, good to see you.” David jumped up and pulled her from her chair. He drew her into a bear hug and gave her a deep kiss before releasing her.

Jessica was beaming. “Now that’s the greeting I was hoping for, but when I came in, it appeared you didn’t even see me. I waved, but you were somewhere else.”
 

She squeezed him around the waist before extracting herself from his grasp. “Where were you, anyway?”

David waved to the waiter to bring them some coffees and sat down. He took Jessica’s hand and grinned happily at her, saying nothing.

Jessica smiled back at him, then began unpacking her book bag. “So, what were you thinking about?”

David pushed his test papers at her. “This.”

Her eyes opened wide. “Terrific!”
 

She looked closely at him. “You don’t seem to be excited. Why not?”

“I know I could have done better. And I’m concerned because as the year progresses, the work will become harder. I needed a great start.”

Jessica became serious. “Do you feel spread too thin? I know I do, at times. I have so much to at work that I can never study during the day. I have only nights and weekends.”

David nodded. They were both feeling the pressure.

The waiter delivered their coffees, and David sat back to watch Jessica. She systematically spread out her paperwork and books and opened her laptop, all while chattering on about her weekend.

She looked up. “What?”

David leaned in. “I’ll admit I was feeling that the Club program was cramping my study time for med school, but when I’m with you, I feel exactly the opposite. The last thing I feel like doing right now is studying for my anatomy quiz. I’d much rather be playing with you in the Dungeon.”

Jessica’s eyes lit up. “I really missed you this weekend, David. You’d think with the hubbub of the wedding, I’d be too busy to think, but that’s all I did—and it was all about you.”

“I missed you, too. And I don’t think I realized how much until just now.”

“So, what did you do while I was gone, anyway?”

David took a deep breath. It was time to come clean and tell her everything.
 

“You know, we’ve never told each other about what brought us to New York and Club Manhattan,” he said.

Jessica’s face clouded over and she looked down, stirring her coffee absently. “What do you want to know?”

David knew a break when he got one. Maybe she had someone in her past, too. That would make it much easier to tell her about Andrea.

“Well, you’re busy enough with a full-time job and first year law. What prompted you to take on BDSM training now?”

Jessica kept her eyes downcast. “Believe it or not, my therapist suggested it. She said I had the perfect sub personality and that by associating with a known BDSM community such as Club Manhattan, I’d be protected.”

“Protected from what?”

Jessica looked up at David. “Before I came to New York, I was living with my college boyfriend back in Ohio. It’s my natural way to want to please, and I really tried to make him happy. But, he was a jealous and possessive guy, and things got out of hand. He hit me a few times, and then always apologized with gifts and promised never to do it again.”

David felt anger welling in his chest, and his eyes narrowed as she continued her story.

“He never had any real reason to be jealous, but it got crazy out of control anytime he saw me on campus talking to another guy, even if I was with a whole group of people. One night, he came in totally blasted on I don’t know what, and I ended up in the emergency room.”

David sat up, clenching his fists tightly. “If that guy was around now, I’d put him in the hospital.”

Jessica smiled but looked sad. “I moved out and stayed with a girlfriend, but he stalked me. One night, he broke into the apartment in the middle of the night and woke me with a knife to my throat. He swore he’d kill me if I didn’t have sex with him right then and there. I pretended to want him, and when he got distracted enough to let go of the knife, I grabbed it and told him to get the hell out.”

Jessica’s voice broke, and it was a few seconds before she could continue.

“There was a struggle, and the knife pierced his chest when he lunged at me. He died later that night on the way to the hospital. After a long and horrible investigation, they ruled it self-defense. It was awful at school after the incident, but I gutted it out the last few months and finished my associate degree.”

David was overcome with emotion. He’d never known anyone who had anything like that happen to them.

“Jessica, how awful!” he finally managed to say. “Were your parents there to support you?”

Jessica shook her head. “My dad died when I was two. My mom had a string of boyfriends, and the latest one was the reason I had gone away to school.”

“What to you mean?”

Jessica looked down and fiddled with her coffee mug. “He liked to visit my bedroom when my mom had night shifts at the hospital. She didn’t believe me when I told her what he did, so as soon as I had saved some money, I took off for the community college. I’d gotten a scholarship for tuition, but I had to pay my own living expenses.”

She looked up at David. “So, I worked part time at a local attorney’s office and finished a two-year paralegal program, which gave me the training to come to New York to work while I finished my Bachelor’s degree and now law school.”

“And when did you start seeing the therapist?”

“I’ve been seeing her ever since I came to New York. I have excellent medical benefits from work, and it was a no-brainer, really, especially since it seemed that every relationship I had turned abusive on some level. That’s when she said BDSM communities had rules to protect a submissive personality and provided a safe environment. She said that I could trust someone with proper training, so that’s how I came to Club Manhattan.”