The Diamond Club (13 page)

“Are you almost done, Madison? ”

Another employee stood at the door, watching our raunchy tussle. Madison simply motioned him to join us. In the blink of an eye, his pants were off, exposing a black satin thong covering his dong. He removed his undergarment and sat down on the stairs. I strutted over to the man and as soon as I stopped, the man filched my panties. Another genius with fast hands. I sat in his lap with my naked ass and I felt like I was on a magic carpet ride. He was such a speed demon. I rode him like Paul Revere rode his horse to warn of the British invasion, while Madison watched with her hand glued to her vagina. I wore more clothing than the others, but it heightened my pleasure. Eventually, Madison had the big o, which caused me to experience mine.

“I don’t want to be all alone. Let me join in,” suggested Madison. I stood up, letting some of my essence trickle down my legs. She discarded her panties as we shifted positions. She sat on the stairs, I faced her, and the man located himself behind me. Oh joy! I bent over to accept him while getting ready to feast. As soon as I began my meal, he entered my canyon. The pleasure was intense in our merry-go-round of sex. While the male pounded away at my booty like a machine, I tried to slowly lick Madison’s flower. Her pussy was scrumptious! Not a second went by where somebody lacked the feelings of sexual pleasure. The sounds of splashes and moans filled the alley where we were having our bawdy affair. We screwed for what felt like ages before we all reached our finales. The man shoved his stick all the way into my hole, filling it with his glue. My pie hole was also met with juices from Madison’s pie.

By the time we regained our composure, Madison and the other genius’ breaks were about to end. We put on our missing clothing, mostly untainted by the scent of our get together. As they left, Madison began to talk the man, whom she called Yeakley, about their work, using technical jargon that had never graced my ears before. I walked away, hoping that Yeakley’s hot wax would not flow down my leg. I wondered if they do this often. Maybe her friend was also a member at the Diamond Club; maybe we could have a nice rendezvous soon. Thanks to our explicit encounter, these two gained a returning customer.

A Golden Opportunity

I walk into the Diamond Club after another long day at work, still angered by the mere thought Roman Dyle. Anytime I think of him, it makes me sick. Some days I come in here to talk out my problems with the club owner, Dia Monde, but not tonight. Tonight, I want to fuck my problems away.

I gaze across the club to see what I can find. My eyes land on a young twenty something stud, who is dressed very nicely on the far side of the room. It looks like he just got done with a day of interviewing. He looked almost overly dressed for the Diamond Club - dress shirt with tie and khaki slacks. I think I can even see some flashy gold cufflinks. Who is this guy? I thought to myself. I have to meet him.

I unbutton another button on my blouse as make my way to his table. I could feel myself becoming wet with excitement. As I near the table he is standing by, I can see he is much taller than I thought. I like that.

“You mind if I join you?” I questioned the young man.

“Hey, sure.” The man replies with his deep gruff voice.

As I look into his dark eyes, I reach out my right hand and introduce myself. “Hey, I’m Brianna. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“Yeah, this is my first time here. I’m Mike.” As his arm reaches out, I notice the shimmer of a thick gold bracelet around his large wrist.

His handshake is very firm, it makes me weak in the knees thinking of his obvious power. As he releases my quivering hand, he reaches for something in his pocket. I move my gaze down and notice an large bulge protruding from his slacks. He likes what he sees, I thought to myself.

From his pocket, he produces a business card. He places the card in my open hand. I look over it. “Wow, you are all business, aren’t you.” I joke. The card reads: “Michael Alton - ibuythegoldyoudontwantanymore.com - I’ll give you cash for your old gold.”

He laughs, “I’m just trying to get my name out there in the cash for gold market.”

I move his business card to the corner of my lips and say, “Wow mike, your web address is a mouthful.” I look over his body some more, to see the details of his fit build.
“Yeah, I know.” he explains. “All the short ones were taken. But some people say that longer is sometimes better…”

“I agree. There are plenty of ways that longer is better.” I gently touch his hand that was on the edge of the table, to let him know my intentions. “How about you get me a drink, golden boy.”

“I’ve got another idea, Brianna. Are you feeling adventurous tonight?” He moved his hand from under mine and grabbed my wrist. Without me answering, he took charge and walked me across the club. I went willingly. I could feel my nipples getting hard. What does he have in store for me?

Mike lead me the hallway where the bathrooms were located. He made his way down to where the ladies room was and knocked on the door. “Anyone in there?” He announced. There was no response from within the room. He opened the door for me, and I entered with him following close behind me. I could feel his eyes undressing me as we entered the last stall.

In close quarters like these, there was no hiding our excitement. I wanted to go right for his pants, but I decided to start by taking off his tie. I tossed his tie on the floor and started unbuttoning his shirt. As I did this, he did the same with my shirt. Under his dress shirt, I was not surprised when I saw a gold necklace hiding under that. All that gold make so much more sense now, I thought. I moved my hand onto the bulge that grew even larger in his pants, now that he was clearly looking at my tits.

“Are you feeling crazy tonight, Brianna?” Mike asked as he unhooked my bra and moved to pull my skirt down.

“I am down for whatever. I like your style.” I undid his belt and undid the button. His pants easily dropped the floor from the weight of his wallet and phone in the pockets.

“I’m kind of a crazy guy, into some…umm… interesting things.” Mike confessed.

As I reached down his boxers to caress his ever growing member, I say, “What kinds of things are you into Mike? You are clearly into gold.” I felt a piercing down below on him which I assumed would be gold as well, without even looking.

“Well, I’m also into golden showers…” he said sheepishly. He looked almost embarrassed. I like how truthful he was being with me, someone he had only just met. “Most girls get a little freaked out when they learn this.” he explained.

I have never done anything like this before, but I was open to anything. “So..” I broke the silence. “Are you going to pee on me now?”

“Well, if you want that, I can. But it really turns me on to get peed on.” Mike admitted. “I also love to just watch. Whatever you are most comfortable with.”

“What about your clothes? Won’t they get wet?”

Mike bent down to pick up all the discarded clothes, “We’ll just move them out of the way.” He placed the stack safely on the back of the toilet.

“Now I wish you did buy me that drink.” I joke. “I just hope I can perform.” Mike sits down on the open toilet and awaits my payload. I straddle my body over his legs, noticing his large hard cock with the glistening gold piercing. I release my golden stream on to his awaiting stomach and cock. He moans in pleasure as my warmth trickles over him. I never thought I would be doing anything like this in the bathroom of the Diamond Club. This is absolutely crazy, but this is the kind of thing I need to get my mind off my problems.

With the last few drops leaving my pussy, Mike starts rubbing my clit, using some of my moisture to keep it nice and wet. With his other hand, he starts stroking his already wet cock. He begins to enter me with his moist middle finger. I can feel he is all the way inside me when I sense the chill from the gold ring on his finger touch my pussy. Seeing him so turned on by my golden shower made me quiver. I looked down below, to see his rock hard cock. I wanted it.

“I want you Mike. I want your cock.” He removed his finger from within me, and I bent over to take his cock in my mouth. He was way bigger than the bulge I saw out in the club. I wanted to get his dick real wet for my pussy. I could feel his dick throbbing against my tongue. He liked what I was doing. I played with his gold cock piercing with my lips a little before sliding my wet pussy around it. His piercing rubbed me in all the right ways, as I rode his dick. The up and down motion was heavenly. It wasn’t long until I was coming. I tried not to make too much noise, since I wasn’t sure if anyone had entered the ladies room since we started.

I looked into his eyes and asked, “How do you want me, golden boy?” He lifted me up off his cock with his big, strong arms. He turned me around and pushed me against the door. I like it rough. He entered my pussy from behind and banged me hard. I was afraid the door might open. With him in control, it wasn’t long until his blew his load inside me. The feeling of his warm seed almost made me come again. Now that he had his way, he turned me back around and sat down. He lifted my leg over his shoulder and brought me to orgasm in no time with his tongue. His tongue was big and strong like his arms. What a man.

Now that our crazy bathroom romp was concluded, we sorted through the pile of clothes to find our own. As we dressed, I told Mike to wait a minute after I leave before leaving the bathroom. So no one would see us leaving together. We parted ways after sharing a drink together that night. I still have his business card in my rolodex, and I wonder sometimes if I should get in touch with him to sell my old gold jewelry.

A Masterpiece

“What do you want to do?” Justine asked.

“I don’t know.”

That was a lie.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do, I wanted nothing more than to be back at the Diamond Club, hunting for a piece of meat, and that’s what I was going to do. I liked Justine, but I needed a hard cock.

“Uh, I think I’ll just stay in tonight. I’m so tired. I wouldn’t feel bad if you ditched me,” I told her.

“No! I’ve been so busy with work. I want to go out, and you’re coming with me.”

She had no idea how much I wanted to come, just not in the way she was thinking…

“Well, we don’t even have anywhere to go.”

“I got it! We should go to that Vega art show,” Justine gasped. Hugo Vega, The critically acclaimed artist. Justine loved his work, I thought he was overrated.

“Please? I don’t want to go by myself.” She moaned. That hot little moan got me every time. “Fine, we’ll go,” I sighed. I guess my hunt will have to wait…

“So where is this thing?”

“It’s called,” Justine pulled her phone from her pocket, “The Diamond Club?”

Jackpot!

“Ever been there?” She asks.

“Never heard of it.”

We decide to walk over to the Diamond Club while my mind raced over the potential choices for the night. Who could be there tonight? What would they look like? What dirty things could they do? I just wanted to get there already!

We got to the club, walk in, and… Huh? The usual club clientele was gone. The sensual vibe of the club was gone. Strange sculptures, Bright lights, and bizarre music. I imagine that Dia must have charged Hugo an arm and a leg for scaring off her customers, but he could afford it, and I know he wanted it. I had almost lost hope for satiating my carnal hunger that night, when suddenly…

“Look, it’s him!” Justine exclaimed. There he was: Hugo Vega. About 6 ft. tall, the darkest of dark black hair, royal blue eyes, hard muscles peeking out from underneath his tight T-shirt. Recently dried paint on his hands. I like this exhibit.

“Brianne, we have to talk to him.”

“No! Can’t you see he’s talking to someone now?” As the words fell off my tongue, almost as if on cue, his conversation ended.

“Let’s go!” Justine yelled as she dragged me towards him.

“Mr. Vega?” Justine sheepishly approached.

“Yes?”

“Hi, I’m such a Huge fan of your work.”

“Oh… Hey.” Vega looked at Justine as though he saw through her heart, her soul, and more. He knew everything about her. He couldn’t care less.

“Uh, nice to meet you. I gotta ru-” As he turned to walk away from Justine, we locked eyes. Hello she-boner.

“Hello, my name is Hugo.”

“I know.”

“Ah, and you are?”

“Brianne.”

“So, what do you think of the show, Brianne?”

“It’s interesting.”

“Good, I like you. I want you.”

Oh, you don’t know how much I want you.

“…As a model, of course. I’m already working on my next exhibit. You’d have to be naked. Would you ever consider doing something like that?”

As I looked over to Justine, her eyes roared ‘I will kill you if you don’t!’

“Well I suppose if its for the sake of art…”

We took a cab back to his studio. We walk in. He turns the lights on.

“Make yourself comfortable.”

I looked around the room to see a bed, an easel, a multitude of paint cans, and various sizes of canvas. He walks over to find just the right size canvas, as I find my way to his bed, proceed to tear my clothes off as fast as I can, and get ready to make art.

“Ok, so if you’re okay with it, now would be the time to take off you’re clo- wow.”

I got off the bed, and sauntered towards him, slowly walked around him, giving him more then enough time to take in the view, moving my exposed body closer to him and whispered in his ear: “You know, the painting can wait.”

“Fuck the painting,” he said in an intense, yet hushed tone.

“Actually, I’d prefer to fuck you.”

He quickly took off his shirt while I focused my attention a little lower, unzipping his skinny jeans which seemed to be getting tighter by the second. With a little force, his pants came down. And then, the moment we’ve all been waiting for: I pull down his pants with the excitement of Christmas morning, taking my time to enjoy, and oh yes! Out drops the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. About 9 in. long, and it wasn’t even completely hard yet, but I was determined to change that.