It was only ten p.m. and Amberleigh Dubois was pretty much drunk already. Perhaps that was the reason the bouncer looked hella good tonight. Usually, she found Tio’s steroid induced, over-muscled, (where you could count all his veins), physique a turn off. There was a fine balance between fuck me you muscled God, and back the fuck off Hulk. But after she threw back her fifth, no sixth or eighth shot of Tequila, she felt ready to go a round with Hulk between the sheets.
Amber wasn’t entirely to blame for her serious lack of judgment tonight. It was the twentieth anniversary party of The Cobra Club after all and tonight the club had spared no expense. All its’ VIP guests were treated to a night of free booze and free fantasies, while its regulars experienced the best the club had to offer at half-price. New walk ins and first timers received their first ten minutes on the house, and usually after their first time, they were hooked. Addicted even. I mean who didn’t want to leave behind their nine-to-five dreary existences to live out their wildest sexual fantasies?
And The Cobra Club certainly delivered. Nestled in the upper ten floors of the tallest building in Omega City, it was like a shiny beacon of hope for the overworked, underappreciated, and sexually oppressed. The sleek, black building was shaped like an S and was topped with a huge ass golden cobra head, which the VIPs on the penthouse level got the pleasure of viewing the city through the cobra’s eyes.
Amber had gotten that same pleasure a few times, as she was a club favorite. She was a highly requested Goddess of the Circus Room and got pulled to private suites on a nightly basis. Now landing a private booking with a VIP was a trickier endeavor, though one she had achieved more than any other Goddess working on her level. Not to brag or anything. The big money came from the big fishes. Every Goddess and Page-the male equivalent of the Goddess- in the club was out to hook a big fish.
Being a top earner for your room, came with its advantages. For instance, tonight Amberleigh would be in the Rainbow Room working instead of drinking, when her shift began at three a.m. It would be less demanding of her talents, which was a good thing considering how she would feel by then, still drunk or hungover. The Rainbow Room was on the main level of the club, like a melting pot for all it had to offer. A taste test if you will to see what appealed to your palate the most. Goddesses and Pages from every fantasy level assembled in The Rainbow room to try and entice the mark to their level.
In The Rainbow Room, it was marble and gold, expensive paintings, soft lighting, a bar that was shaped like a giant, golden swirl where half -dressed ladies and men draped themselves as seductively as the alcohol posed around the bar self- service style. Unless of course you wanted manual service, all you had to do was ask and pay, and a beautiful staff member of your choice and sexual orientation would be at your service, to service you in whatever ways you required.
There was also the beautiful and limber lady intricately caressing her way down the long strand of silk hung from the ceiling, offering a taste of what The Circus level had to offer. It was Amber’s home level, as she was quite a skilled contortionist. She had come up with some pretty unique sexual positions, which had gained her quite a few regulars.
Or were exotic cultures more your style? Just watch the gypsy woman belly dancing with little on besides the boa constrictor draped around her neck. Or the dark-skinned man in the small loin cloth with the oil- kissed, muscular, tattooed skin, and a carved spear. He danced his seductive dances to bring on the rain. Both of them, along with several other foreign cultural delights could be found on the Mosaic level.
Or did you come here to do dancing of a different variety? Check out the dance club floors, so thoughtfully demonstrated by the lady in the tiny, gold bikini, afro, and doing things that were pretty remarkable and agile on roller skates. Or the man with the long hair, muscled abs, in a pair of torn jeans which had rips in strategical places. He banged his head and jumped around like he was on fire, or on a chemical substance, and worked up a sweat that cascaded down his bare torso. Three whole floors were dedicated to those who loved dancing in all varieties, and there was sure to be music played to suit all tastes.
Did you want to let go? Let someone else take control for a while? Did you want to feel some pleasure mixed with the pain? The man and woman standing in skin tight, shiny leather, holding a whip and a leash could give you want you wanted. Or perhaps you wanted to be the one inflicting the pain? That could also be accommodated. Just see exhibit C, with the bare backed lady Goddess chained to the wall waiting for you to pick up the whip and see how it handled.
Or was virtual reality more your thing? Well the impossibly perfect (and nude) man gleamed some pearly whites on a screen, beckoning you towards him. Slip into the suit and put on the VR headset and open yourself up to a whole new world unlike the one you could actually experience in the confines of Omega City. The only limit of where you could go, and what you could do on the VR level was the limit of your own imagination. The only limits in this whole club was the ones of your own imagination.
But right now Amber had five hours until her shift, she was fucking drunk, celebrating her fifth year as a Goddess, and horny as hell. She clinked the shot glass back down against the golden bar and stalked towards Tio. Tio stood in the corner, eyes alert watching the crowd of riffraff in The Rainbow Room, as the VIPs were up partying on the level beneath the penthouses.
She adjusted her breasts for maximum cleavage in her short, tight, silver sequin dress and flipped back her long mane of black hair. Her heart began to fall into the same rhythm of the bass pumping from the veins of the club’s state of the art sound system. Tio noticed her approach alright. His bald head gleamed beneath the strobe lights, his pupils dilated, and so did his cock as Amber began to grind up against it.
She swayed her hips in time to the music, then bent over and touched her toes. Tio got a view most had to pay to get at The Cobra club that night. His breathing increased, but he remained quite the professional with his neutral expression, manning his post. His bulging penis was a dead giveaway though. She enjoyed torturing him for quite a while, as she danced, grinding her ass against him. Finally, after Amber was christened in sweat, she turned to face him, her breasts rubbing across his torso as she leaned up to his ear.
“Take your break,” she commanded.
Tio immediately went to the earpiece in his ear and she giggled as he told the other bouncers working the floor he was taking his break now. He followed her through the maze of swaying bodies, and through the back exit of The Rainbow Room.
Her room was just a couple of levels up and Tio was quiet as he followed her onto the elevator. But once the door shut, he pinned her up against the wall with her hands above her head. Amberleigh kicked the hold button with the heel of her stiletto. Why wait to make it upstairs? Let the private celebration begin as Tio ripped off her G-string.
The G-string shredded in Tio’s meaty fist, not that there had been much to it to begin with. Tio wasn’t the kissing sort, at least not on the lips, which was just fine with Amberleigh. She preferred not to kiss her clients and hook-ups on the mouth anyway. Tio shoved her dress up her thighs and began to feel the moistened cleft between her legs before he shoved a finger inside her. She began to stroke his cock. It strained against the tight fabric of his pants, just begging to be released. She quickly undid his belt and then the button, but before she could complete the task, Tio jerked down his pants impatiently. His cock sprang free and she eyed it with a lick of her lips. Not too shabby. “You like that don’t you bitch,” said Tio in his gravelly voice, “you wanna feel me slamming it into your warm, wet pussy don’t you?” “Fuck me Tio,” she replied. He smiled devilishly and continued to push his fingers in and out of her for several seconds more
Amberleigh was feeling good. Still riding the high from her hook up and the liquor running through her veins. Because it seemed her blood had turned to alcohol by the amount of it she’d consumed. She fell into a rhythm of the electronic club beat blasting through The Rainbow Room, moving her body in time, and often up against several fellow Goddesses and Pages. The place was lit, with more and more customers stumbling in by the minute. Their excitement and energy were catching and seemed to be a living thing felt throughout the room. The alcohol flowed like rain in Seattle. The customers mingled on the dance floor and at the bar, already eyeing a potential Goddess or Page they wished to book for a private session tonight. Those Goddesses and Pages also did the same, eyeing marks they would try and ensnare into their well-practiced traps. At precisely midnight, silver and gold confetti rained down upon the dancefloor to officially mark the beginning of the ni
Amber eyed the bar and debated if she should have another drink. She needed to be able to function in four hours, as tonight was a special night for the club. She decided to stick with water, as her body was already adorned with sweat. She needed to hydrate herself properly so she had enough energy to go from her three a.m. to noon shift. Her job was naturally high energy and high productivity. She made her way across the mass of moving bodies, the strobe lights casting spotlights here and there, and one patron already tripping out. He was shoving the other club goers in a panic and screaming. Some bouncers removed him seconds later and he disappeared through a side exit. He was unlikely to be the only one escorted out before the night was through. A fight or two would probably also break out in light of half- priced alcohol on this level. Amberleigh leaned her back up against the bar, an
Grayson hadn’t been all that surprised by having every orifice of his body swabbed so he could gain entry into The Cobra Club. Not even being the third richest man in the city was enough to get him out of the club’s stringent STI screenings. He’d also been expecting the finger poke to test a drop of his blood for other diseases too. He’d been warned by his best friend, and his cousin Spencer, about the entry process to get into the club. Even though he had no plans of fucking anyone here tonight, in order to even gain access to his family’s penthouse, he had to drop his pants and open his mouth to cooperate with the tech in the screening room. But being an elite had allowed him to bypass the line, through a back entrance discreetly, where none of the public saw him. His anonymity and request of discretion were also respected by the club staff who brought him up service corridors and hallways, so he was seen by as very few people as possible. And those who had laid eyes on hi
The elevator dinged when it reached the one hundred and forty-ninth floor. Someone had pocketed Tio’s money, not that Amberleigh gave a fuck. These elevators were used by club staff only, and when Amber stepped off, she ran into a bouncer at the entrance to the ballroom. VIPs were escorted up here by an elevator operator, as not just anyone had access to this level for the elite clientele. She recognized the dude guarding the door. Ki was his name and he wasn’t the talking or fucking sort unfortunately. He was fine though, with skin like dark chocolate she longed to taste, hair in tight and tidy corn rows, and just the right amount of muscle. Ki wore a wedding band on his finger and had a daughter. His wife must have been gorgeous and The Cobra Club paid well. It was nice to see monogamy and closed marriages still existed. But Ki let her in through the barrier no questions asked, another perk of being a club favorite. She immediately began to scope the place out. The
It took Amberleigh about twenty minutes to slip into her costume, freshen up, touch up her makeup, and gather her toys. When she was a good as she was ever going to get with the face God had given her –by way of a drug addicted mother with meth sores who fucked her dealer and got knocked up – she strutted down to the senator’s private suite with her baton in hand. She pounded on the door loudly with her stick. The senator didn’t even open his own door. He had a personal assistant for that. But she could work with this. She had to stay in character after all. She slapped the baton against her palm as she spoke to the bored looking twenty-something dark-haired man at the door. “I’m here about a noise complaint against Senator Berkshire.” The assistant didn’t speak, but simply opened the door wider to allow her to enter. He exited the door and closed it behind him. It didn’t seem to faze the man that he’d followed his charge to a sex club and was now letti
By the time Amberleigh sprinted to her room with her stilettos in hand, Ebony was sprawled naked across her bed. She rolled over a pile of money and dropped it all across her glistening body. She had already redone her make-up and touched up her hair, her gold bodysuit for her shift lying on the floor by the bed. “Do you have to roll your dirty ass across my bed?” Ebony chuckled, “You sure as hell weren’t complaining about it last year when you said you were swearing off dick outside of work.” Amber rolled her eyes. She and Ebony had had their fun, but they were much better as friends rather than lovers. And Amber still preferred a hard dick inside her at the end of the day, though at The Cobra Club you had to cater to pussy and dicks. Equal opportunity employment, gender equality after all. Every Goddess and Page underwent several weeks of training before they earned their place and were given the privilege to serve customers. Some didn’t make
By the time Amberleigh and Ebony returned to the Rainbow Room, it had nearly become standing room only. It was like one pulsating mass of bodies as the DJ spun a sick beat. A Page was standing atop the bar spraying alcohol down into the crowd, like a wet t-shirt contest, and a patron was up on the bar being a Goddess for the night as she danced topless among them. Amber could remember many drunken bar counter dances from her own life. She and Ebony made their way through the waves of bodies smelling of liquor, boob sweat, and hormones. They relieved fellow Goddesses’ Katia and Nadia from their posts. Katia had moved from the silk to her hoops suspended from the ceiling, and Nadia had been doing her juggling routine, though marks watched the way her huge bare breasts jiggled rather than the balls in her hands. Nadia was a shit contortionist, but an average juggler. She was certainly more of a novelty act rather than actual talent because her breasts were fucking ginor