CHAPTER ONE: SEX CLUB 1

Genre:

Erotica / Public Play / BDSM / Exhibitionism 

Tropes:

Secret Underground Sex Club

Public sexual display

Multiple Female Characters 

First-person POV

Anonymous Dom 

Fast-paced, no strings, unforgettable climax

Tone:

Raw / Explicit / Dark / Dominant / Quick buildup

Chapter One:

When I entered The Orchid Room, an underground sex club so exclusive that it didn't advertise, didn't take applications, and most definitely didn't appear on any map, I had no idea what to expect. A gentle crimson light filled the room. 

The sound of skin slapping against skin, groans that melted into the air like perfume, and wet, obscene suppressing that echoed in the darkness drowned out the classical music that poured from hidden speakers. 

Women, their thighs apart and their lips bitten red, knelt in a line, naked, glistening, trembling. They had velvet cushions on their knees. They waited their turn, one by one. 

I was one of them now.

I was told to leave my robe behind and kneel at the very end of the line. No names were asked, and no introductions were made. 

The room was large, with mirror-paneled walls, plush flooring, cages tucked into corners, and chains hanging from the ceiling, but the main attraction was a glass stage that was revealed by spotlights. The chosen girls were taken there, and they got fucked hard.

I watched the performance in front of me and swallowed, my heart racing.  Over a bench leaned a blond girl.  A half-masked man smashed into her from behind, his hands clutching her waist as if she were his own.  Her ass bounced with every movement, and her piercing shouts echoed across the room.  She felt wetness trickle down her inner thighs.  

Men in tuxedos, women wearing lingerie and diamond collars, and champagne-drinking audience members watched in silence as they took in every unvarnished detail.  

The blonde then arrived, trembling wildly and screaming.  The onlookers gasped and applauded as the man pulled out and gave her a hard ass slap.

She was barely fit to walk when she was taken off the stage.  

The next girl in the queue was then called without warning.  

I dragged my knees across the soft floor and shuffled closer to the front, biting my lip.  

“First time?” muttered the dark-haired lady next to me, her cheeks raised and her nipples pierced.  

I gave a nod.  

She gave a cunning smile.  "This is where they break you in good.”

I was about to respond when I noticed movement.  

I was being stared at by one of the masked dominants.  Devouring me, not staring.  

He wore all black, was tall, and had a wide chest.  He flexed his gloved fists at his sides.  His mouth was large, cruel, and attractive, but I could still see it through the half-mask that covered the upper half of his face.  

And his eyes, which were as keen as razors and brilliant green, never left mine.

My breath hitched.

He passed the girls who were already waiting in the queue.  Past the dark haired lady.  Past the gorgeous redhead and came directly to me.  

He lifted my face up, reached down, and grasped my chin.  

I went cold.  

"You," he said.  

His voice sounded harsh and deep, like honey-soaked rock.  "What's your name?”

I licked my lips.  "Is it important?"  

He gave a small smile.  "No.  It isn't.  

Then, suddenly, he took hold of my arm and dragged me to my feet.  

The crowd whispered.  

The other girls let out a gasp.  My turn had not yet come.  He didn't care, though.

With a firm, possessive grip, he led me towards the stage as if I were his to parade.  I was shaking with eagerness.  My nipples were firm.  My pussy was drenched.  

Onto the glass platform we went.  The spotlights' heat kissed my flesh.  

His eyes were dark with hunger as he circled me.

"This is something you have never done before," he commented.  

I gave a nod.  

"I enjoy breaking in with attractive girls.”

"Ladies and gentlemen... we have a virgin to the club," he yelled as he turned to face the crowd.  

A moan of hunger echoed through the crowd.  

Then his mouth was near my ear as he leaned forward.  

"Are you prepared to be observed?"  

I paused.  

"Respond to me," he roared.  

"Yes.”

"Are you prepared to get fucked?"  

"Yes," I cried out.  

"Come on," he said.  "Because it's your turn.”