3. Brent

THREE

Brent

T he walk back to my hotel is slow. Painfully slow because all I can think about is Scotlyn, the club, and the things she told me. There's no other way to put this, I'm a prude. Never in a million years would I have walked into Society X, intending to have sex with a woman. Hours ago, I would've run for the hills.

Now, I'm curious.

Once inside the hotel lobby, I make my way to the elevator and take it up to my floor. I'm thankful I'm at one of those hotels that offer extended stays and have rooms with kitchenettes built in. Being here means I don't have to go out every night for dinner or order takeout. I can cook. Granted, it's a tiny stove with only two burners, but it's just me. It's not like I'm making Thanksgiving dinner or anything.

Inside, I set my key down on the small island and make my way into the bathroom. The stand-up shower beckons me, inviting me in. I turn on the water and strip, ignoring my slack penis. He was awake earlier, when I was talking to Scotlyn and she detailed what happened in the club. I look down at myself and then at my reflection in the mirror.

Standing there, I turn my head to the side and give my hair a little flip before running my hands through it. My hairdresser tells me women like the mussed-up look and in order to achieve it, I should add gel to my hair. I haven't, but now maybe I will. I have abs. Not six, but four, and according to the guys at work, four-packs are the way to go. So, what if they're talking about beer? Four-packs are in and so is that damn trail of hair leading to my nether region.

Stepping back, I study the mirror and my penis . . . cock. Say cock! He jumps in a hey I'm here, play with me sort of way. Being raised the way I was, fornication is for procreation, and good boys and girls don't do anything considered dirty.

Touching yourself is dirty.

I can hear my grandmother's voice now.

"But I want to touch," I say to my reflection. "I want Scotlyn to touch."

Moving away from the mirror, I head to the shower and check on the water. When it's reached the right temperature, I step in and let the water rush over me. I close my eyes and imagine Scotlyn laid out on my bed. It's all I can do, imagine. My head tells me what I'd do to her, but my hands, lips, tongue—they'd have no idea how to please her.

She's there though, naked and waiting.

Begging for me to lick her taut nipples. To bite them gently and swirl my tongue around them. To take her breast into my mouth, to suck and nip, until her nails pierce my skin. She asks me to push my . . . say it . . . hard cock between her breasts, her tongue darting out to taste my pre-cum.

I want more though.

My hand grips my shaft, and I hiss at the contact. I rest my arm on the shower wall, my head on my arm, and close my eyes. Scotlyn is there, just as I imagine her to be. I'm hovering over her, careful not to put my weight on her. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.

I want to taste her. To feel her wetness on my tongue, on my fingers. I slide down her body, parting her plump lips with my fingers, and inhale her sweet aroma. She smells divine. My tongue licks from her pussy to her clit.

The grip on my shaft tightens as my hand moves up and down. My hips buck in rhythm. This feels strange, finally giving into temptation and letting go of the tales I've grown up with.

Scotlyn glistens as she shows me her sweet pink pussy. She wants me there, inside of her, pushing my hips into hers, making her come.

What I wouldn't give to hear her scream out my name.

"Everything," I say into the shower as my hand moves faster over my erect dick. The throb hurts and the head of my cock feels as if it's going to explode.

"Lord, have mercy on me."

Mercy is what I need as I move toward her. My body knows what it needs to do. My cock bounces.

Yes, this is where my dreams have led .

My hand moves faster, my cock somehow harder than it's ever been. Why have I ignored my needs? My urges? I'm not going to hell because I've touched myself. And if I am, maybe I'd be happy down there, living the life of a sinner getting laid.

I've never been one to cuss, but right now, it's all I want to do. "Fuuuuck," I groan as my balls tighten.

I focus back on my dream, my fantasy. The woman on my bed, she's fucking beautiful. Hot. Sexy. Mine.

This cock of mine guides me to her entrance. It's warm, desirable. I want to smother my face between her legs and lap up everything her body is willing to give me. But no, my dick wants first dibs.

He wins the battle.

Slowly, I push into her, and she calls my name. "Oh, Brent," she says breathlessly. "You're so big."

My hips buck and I groan as hot jizz spurts from my cock and lands on the black tiled shower wall. I continue to work my dick until I'm exhausted. It dangles there, looking like the sorry body part it is. Part of me wonders if I should apologize to it or if I should do something about the fact he's never had any action.

I finish my shower and make sure the wall is clean. I don't want the housekeeper to clean up after me. That would be embarrassing, especially if we ever ran into each other. After drying off, I crawl into bed. The same bed my dream played out on. Only I'm alone and there's no one on the horizon who is going to help this virgin finally do the deed.

At least, not without taking pity on me.

What happened to you last night?" Felix asks when I walk into our workspace.

"What do you mean? I was there."

"No, you bailed as soon as those chicks started getting freaky." He does some grotesque thing with his tongue. This is who women want? I'm doomed.

"Actually, I was in the bar. An old friend is the bartender there. We caught up."

"And then fucked?"

I ignore him and let him think whatever he wants.

"Did you have to pay her?"

"No, not all the people who work there screw the customers."

He looks at me like I shot his dog. "Uh . . . yeah, they do. Like I can go there, pay one of them to suck me off, and they will."

Lovely .

"Oh." I try to focus. I don't bother telling him he has to be a member and pay for a room or whatever Scotlyn said to me the night before. I'm certain the entertainers don't go around sucking guys off just because the guy wants her to. But what do I know?

Felix raves about the party I missed and says I need to come to the next one. I tell him I'll probably be back in Texas or off to the next location by the time that happens, but still accept the invite. He doesn't need to know I'm a prude. Even if I'm trying to change my ways, I'm still a prude. The sight of a woman scares the shit out of me.

That thought stays with me all day. At lunch, I head outside and walk until I'm deep into the parking lot, then look up the number for Society X. If the sight of a woman scares me so much, maybe the Dark Room is where I can finally be with one.

After a series of prompts, I'm finally connected with Christy. It takes me unaware as I was prepared to leave a voicemail. When she says hello, I almost hang up. I'm almost certain it's the same Christy I met last night when I was with Scotlyn.

"Uh," I clear my throat. "Hi. I'd like to inquire about a membership."

"What's your name, handsome?"

"Brent." She called me handsome. "Brent Danson."

"Hello, Brent. When would you like to come in and see me?" She asks. "I'll need about an hour of your time. Not only will you get a tour, but you'll need to fill out paperwork on site for a background check and submit to a urine and blood sample. We have an on-staff nurse to assist."

"What's that for?"

"The health and wellness of our clients is our top priority. Each time you enter a room, you'll do so with confidence, knowing your partner is clean in every way that matters, and they'll trust that you are, as well."

"I'm not a felon," I tell her.

She laughs. It's throaty and honestly, sexy. "That's good to know. We're still going to check."

This is what I want.

"When you're in a room, no one knows who you are, right?"

"Specifically, in the Dark Room," she explains. "In the other rooms, you can opt to have your partner see you or you them. If you know the person, speak to them, or ask their name, you'll be kicked out of the club. We have very strict rules here at Society X and we don't offer second chances."

"Okay. I'll come in. Do you have any appointments available today?"

"I do. Can you be here in fifteen minutes?"

"I'll be there."

I head back to the workspace and tell Felix I have a meeting off-site. He would never know if I do or not, so I'm not too worried about him finding out the truth. The walk to Society X is not only stressful, but quick. It gives me no time to talk myself out of what I'm about to do. Although, I suppose I can sign up, pay, and never use the service, but what's the point?

After parking, I press the button on the door, per Christy's instructions. She answers, wearing the same thing she had on last night. If she recognizes me, she doesn't say anything. Introductions are made and I'm taken into a room with a bathroom where I submit my urine sample. A few seconds later, the nurse comes in and takes my blood. This entire part of the club looks nothing like the place I was in last night. In fact, it looks like a real estate office.

I fill out all the paperwork, then hand over my driver's license and credit card even though my ass puckers at the price. It's definitely cheaper being a virgin.

"Follow me," she says.

"Um, are the rooms being used right now?"

She looks at the tablet in her hand. "Not all of them. There is a show going on in the Viewing Room. If you want, you can watch it."

"Is that a requirement of the Viewing Room?"

Christy laughs. "No, not at all. Some people enjoy voyeurism, and they don't care who watches."

We turn down a hall where every door is closed. There are red and green lights above each one. We stop at a green one and she punches a code in.

"What happens if I punch my code into a room that has a red light?"

"It won't work if it's red." The door opens and we walk in. The room has a shower, a cubby type closet thing, and a place to sit. There's also a bathrobe hanging from a hook on the wall, and a bowl of condoms by another door.

"You come in here and undress," she tells me. "You can use the robe or not. It doesn't matter. We'll assume it's dirty when you leave. Depending on the invite, your partner may want you to enter first or last. Sometimes there are specific instructions."

"Like?"

"Well, you could ask that your partner be on all fours when you enter the room or ask that they are bent over the bed."

"I see."

Christy goes to another panel on the wall. "When you're ready, you put in your code. If you're meant to be first into the room, the door will open."

The door opens and we step in. There is a four-poster bed with what looks like satin sheets on it, along with another bowl of condoms.

"When you enter, it'll be pitch black, aside from the little light coming from your entrance room. The door will close automatically, and then you'll have thirty seconds to get into position before your partner's door opens."

"What if my partner is late?"

"Tardiness isn't tolerated."

I nod. Harsh.

"So, if it's pitch black, how will I see what I'm doing?"

"Use your senses."

That's when it hits me. This room isn't about sex, it's about honing your god-given talents. Next, she takes me to the Play Room. I've heard about whips, chains, and a whole lot of other things, but I never saw myself as the type of man who would want to dress up like a dog and get spanked. To each their own.

"And finally, the Viewing Room. Well, one of the rooms. We've remodeled and have a couple of them now. The lights above the door let you know if you can go in or not. Red is obvious. Yellow means you can watch. Green means you can participate."

"The person in here doesn't mind if I participate?"

Christy looks at the tablet. "No, they don't."

"They?"

Christy holds the door open and motions for me to go in. It's a much bigger room, with a small stage, some tables, chairs, and . . . "Oh, my."

There's a man sitting on a chair with something in his mouth. His hands are tied behind his back and there's a woman, bent over and staring at him. Behind her, another man . . .

"Uh . . . are they?"

"Yes, they're fucking and he's watching."

"Oh."

"And if I had to guess, the man in the chair loves every second of it."

"Th . . . okay. Wow."

"I'm guessing you don't watch porn much."

I shake my head slowly. "I'm a virgin." The words are out of my mouth before I can take them back, but Christy doesn't react.Instead, we head back to her office, where I'm told I've passed all their tests.

"Which room?" she asks me.

"The Dark Room," I tell her. "I want someone who will ride me. Do the work. Put my hands where she wants them."

Christy smiles. "I'll text you when I've matched you up. Until then, your exclusive status will give you a discount throughout the club, and remember, if you want to have fun in the Viewing Room you can. If you want to do something specific, you book that with me."

"I think I got it."

"Don't forget the rules, Brent. They're the most important."