Zoe smiled again, that same serene, pleasure-drunk expression she wore so well. “I’m glad you did. But now go, babe. I’m a little busy…” She let out a sharp little moan. "Unless you want to lick me out."
Lisa slipped through the thick velvet curtain, letting it fall closed behind her with a hush. The Glory Hole Room was warm, quiet except for the wet, rhythmic sounds coming from the other side of the partition, and the occasional moan from the woman in the center. Zoe.
She was lying chest-down across a small padded bench, her arms folded beneath her cheek. Her upper half supported in total comfort. Her lower half was pressed up to a wide, curved opening in the wall behind her. Just enough padding to keep her comfortable. Just enough exposure to keep her completely vulnerable. Her legs were spread by the divider's design, her thighs trembling faintly with each steady thrust from the anonymous man on the other side.
Lisa hesitated in the doorway, her pulse quickening. Zoe’s skin was flushed a soft pink, her breath coming in breathy little catches. Her hair clung to her back and shoulders in damp waves. Every now and then, she arched just a little against the thrusts, trying to savor the feeling even more. It was beautiful. Wild, raw… and entirely casual. Lisa moved closer and crouched beside the bench, careful not to startle her. Zoe opened one eye and smiled as if she’d been expecting her.
“Hey you,” she murmured, voice loose and syrupy. “What’s up?”
Lisa crouched lower, keeping her eyes up, trying not to look at the way Zoe’s backside rocked with each motion behind the wall. She failed.
“I… I needed to talk to someone,” Lisa whispered. “I just saw who my next booking is with.”
Zoe groaned softly from the way the man behind her shifted pace. She exhaled a shivery breath before asking, “Who?”
Lisa swallowed. “My cousin.” That word hung awkwardly in the air, sticky and wrong.
Zoe blinked a few times, then laughed lightly. “Wait, seriously?”
Lisa nodded, wringing her hands. “I recognized him in the system. His picture.”
Another thrust rocked Zoe forward on the bench, and she gave a breathless moan before catching her breath. “Well, that’s a situation.”
Lisa gave her a helpless look. “What do I do?”
The man on the other side of the wall paused and grunted. Zoe wiggled her butt a little. She sighed when he stepped away and let out a little moan as a new man took his place. Zoe closed her eyes for a moment, pressing her cheek into the padded surface.
“You don’t have to do anything. Just tell Aphrodite you can’t work tomorrow.”
“What if she gets mad? What if she expects me to just be professional and go through with it?”
Zoe snorted gently, moaned again, and then opened her eyes to look at Lisa with a lazy, amused smile. “Remember Aphrodite's favorite thing to say. Everyone needs to be aware. Everyone needs to agree. Nobody here expects you to let your cousin fuck you unless that’s your thing.”
Lisa cringed. “It’s not my thing.”
"You sure? I've had mine." She paused for a small moan. "It was fun."
"I'm not as brave as you. Or like Erica."
"Well, willingly having your brother is a whole thing." Zoe half laughed and half moaned.
"I can't go through with this."
“Then skip it.” Zoe reached out and touched Lisa’s arm, her fingers warm and trembling slightly. “You don’t owe anyone an explanation. Just say you’re sick. Aphrodite will handle the rest.”
Lisa looked down. “You make it sound so easy.”
Zoe gave a slow roll of her hips in answer, a small gasp escaping her lips as whoever was behind the wall did something particularly satisfying. “That’s ‘cause it is. You say no. Then it doesn't happen.”
Lisa hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. I guess I just… needed to talk it out.”
Zoe smiled again, that same serene, pleasure-drunk expression she wore so well. “I’m glad you did. But now go, babe. I’m a little busy…” She let out a sharp little moan. "Unless you want to lick me out."
Lisa stood, cheeks warm, and gave her a fond, awkward smile. “Thanks, Zoe. Really. Also, I'll take a rain check on the oral.”
Zoe’s only answer was a soft moan as the thrusts behind her grew deeper again, her fingers curling around the edge of the bench. Lisa slipped out as Zoe began to orgasm. Her thoughts were still tangled, but her heart was a little lighter. Behind her, through the curtain, she could still hear Zoe’s soft gasps, completely at peace in her own skin.
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Lisa hesitated outside the black-and-gold double doors, heartbeat rising. She had rehearsed what she wanted to say, over and over, but her chest still felt tight with nerves. She knocked once.
"Enter"
She pushed the door open. The scent of sex hit her first raw, unmistakable, heady. The office was bathed in golden lamplight, casting soft shadows over antique furniture and velvet drapes. At the center, bent forward over the wide desk, stood Aphrodite. Blonde hair spilled like honey over her bare back, her pale arms braced against polished wood. Her legs were spread just enough to keep her balanced, her lacy bra hung open, and her breasts jiggled with every thrust. Her crotchless panties framed the soft curve of her pussy, which offered Jackson full access. And he was deep inside her.
Jackson stood behind her, naked, muscles taut with motion. His hands gripped her hips, guiding each thrust with a slow, steady force that made Aphrodite exhale low, open-mouthed moans into the desk. The slap of skin filled the room, rhythmic and unapologetic. He took her like a husband who wanted his wife's pussy all to himself, though he shared her with club members.
Lisa was about to back out when Aphrodite looked up. She had strands of hair clinging to her damp forehead. Her lips curled into a smile, neither surprised nor bothered. Just... amused.
“Lisa, darling. Come in.”
Jackson didn’t stop. Neither did she. Lisa stepped inside, cheeks blazing, eyes desperately trying to stay above shoulder level. “I-I’m sorry, I just—”
Aphrodite waved a lazy hand without breaking rhythm. Moaning a little, she said, “You’re fine. What is it, love?”
Lisa closed the door gently behind her, trying not to watch the way Aphrodite rocked forward with each thick thrust. The blonde's moans didn’t pause; if anything, they seemed to deepen, the desk creaking faintly beneath her.
“I need to cancel tomorrow night. My booking.”
Aphrodite let out a slow, shuddering breath, her voice honeyed and raw. “Oh really? Why?”
Lisa hesitated. “The client… It’s my cousin.”
That got a pause, just a flicker. Jackson didn’t stop moving, but Aphrodite glanced up again, a bead of sweat sliding down her cheek.
“Are you sure you don’t want to try him?” she asked mid-moan, her voice lilting, teasing, even as her hips rocked against her husband. “Some people find that kind of thing... exciting.”
Lisa bit her lip, heart pounding. “No. I’m sure.”
Aphrodite gave a slight sigh, not one of disappointment, but one of arousal. “Pity. If it were me, I'd go for it. But a no is a no.” She gasped again as Jackson thrust harder, clearly nearing the edge. Aphrodite clenched the edge of the desk and looked at Lisa with glazed but focused eyes. “I’ll switch you with one of the other girls,” she breathed, voice trembling. “No problem.”
Lisa nodded quickly. “Thank you.”
Aphrodite’s reply was a strangled moan as her body tensed. Her back arched, her thighs trembling, lips parted in a deep, helpless cry as her orgasm rolled through her. Jackson followed seconds later with a grunt, buried to the hilt. Aphrodite leaned up and kissed him. Then she looked back at Lisa.
"You want him next?" She asked, breathing hard.
"No thanks."
Lisa didn’t wait for more. She turned and slipped out, her breath shaky, her thoughts spinning. She had gotten out of it. Even if everyone seemed to think she should go through with it. Though the offer of sex with Jackson was something she would have to keep in mind. He knew how to please a woman.
The dressing room was quiet, save for the soft hum of music playing from hidden speakers and the occasional rustle of silk or brush of skin on velvet. Lisa stood in front of the mirror, exhaling slowly as she pulled off her blouse, then her skirt. She didn’t bother folding them. Her shift was short today. One private session. Her bra hit the floor, then her panties. Naked now, she walked to the vanity and picked up a black satin mask. Smooth, simple, lined in lace. She tied it behind her head and looked into the mirror. There. Someone else. A woman who had worked here since she was 18. Not Lisa, Butterfly.
One of the staff glanced at her from the corner. The support staff wore what Aphrodite called “power slut formal.” A blazer and blouse, no pants, no underwear. Business on top, bare on the bottom. Always ready to be admired. Though these women weren't to be touched by the guests.
"Your 2am is ready for you, Butterfly." She said. Lisa's eyes lingered on the woman's pussy as she spoke. Smooth, inner lips just poking out. Idly, she imagined licking those lips.
"Thanks. Which room?" She asked.
"I'll show you."
She padded barefoot down the hall, past crimson curtains and mirrored panels, until she reached one of the one-on-one rooms. Lisa admired the sway of her bare ass, framed perfectly by the sharp cut of the blazer. The red light above the door was dim, but on to show it was occupied. She slipped inside. The room was lit with purple light. The air was warm and smelled of perfume and anticipation. A king-size bed sat in the center, draped in soft sheets. And on the edge of it sat a man. Naked. Masked. Relaxed.
He looked up at her slowly. Said nothing. Lisa said nothing either. She closed the door behind her, walked forward, and stood at the edge of the bed. For a moment, they just looked at each other, a quiet agreement passing between them. He stood. His body was strong, lean. Confident without being aggressive. He reached out, took her hips, and turned her around. She let him.
He bent forward over the edge of the bed, her palms pressing into the sheets. She felt him line up behind her. One hand gripped her waist, the other slid between her legs. Then, without a word, he pushed into her. Lisa gasped, bracing herself. He wasn’t gentle. It was exactly what this club was. No names. No emotion. Just raw, rhythmic need. His thrusts were fast, hard, unapologetic. She moaned softly, eyes closing, her body giving in to the force of it.
She did her best to enjoy it. But something was missing. She kept waiting for the tension to build, for that flash of electricity she sometimes got when a stranger touched her just right. But it didn’t come. Just the pounding, the slap of skin, the grip of his fingers on her hips. He groaned behind her, getting close. Lisa gritted her teeth. Then, suddenly, he shuddered and pushed deep and came inside her.
He held there for a beat, breathing heavily, then pulled out, wiped himself lazily with the nearby towel, and walked out without a word. Lisa stayed bent over the bed, jaw tightening.
“Fucking seriously?” she muttered to herself.
She stood, wiped herself clean with a sigh, and sat on the edge of the bed. It wasn’t about the mess. She could handle a mess. It was an everyday occurrence to be filled with or covered in sperm. It was the finish and leave like she was furniture. Like she hadn’t even been there. Sure, that was what he paid for. But most guys tried to make sure she orgasmed too. Or at least enjoyed it.
She leaned back on her palms, breathing slow and deep. Tomorrow was canceled. Her cousin would get someone else. And now, so would this guy, next time. She wasn’t interested in playing into a fantasy of being used up and left. Not unless she said so. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg curled beneath her, staring down at the soft red sheets when the door creaked open a few inches.
“Lisa?” came a quiet voice. Male. Familiar.
She looked up. Her handler, Mark, leaned in, his sandy-blond hair slightly mussed, his black-on-black uniform sharp but softened by his concern. He was one of the few staff members allowed to check in mid-session, and the only one Lisa ever let stay longer than necessary. She had known he was close by. Ready to protect her if she called.
“You okay?” he asked, voice low.
She hesitated, then gave a small shake of her head. Mark stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him. He walked to the bed and sat beside her, just enough that she could feel his warmth. His presence calmed her. It always had. If anything might make her quit the club, it would be wanting to date Mark. But he was married.
“What happened?” he asked, his voice gentle.
Lisa looked down at her bare thighs, still flushed and faintly slick. “He finished in me,” she muttered. “Rough. Fast. Then left. Just… walked out.”
Mark nodded slowly, his tone neutral. “And you?”
“I didn’t even get close,” she admitted, frustration in her voice. “I just thought if I gave my body a distraction, I’d stop thinking about everything else.”
"What is on your mind?"
"I found out my cousin booked me for tomorrow. Aphrodite is changing it to another girl, but he knows I work here as Butterfly, so he must have planned to get me."
"Not sure how I would react to a cousin asking to fuck me. That's a lot to deal with." Mark’s hand brushed her back lightly, between her shoulder blades. “You want me to find you someone else?”
Lisa shook her head. “No. I don’t want another stranger.”
She paused, then turned to look at him. “I just… I wanted to cum.”
Mark didn’t speak for a moment. Then he reached for her with quiet ease, guiding her gently into his lap. She didn’t resist.
Her legs draped across his thighs, her back cradled in the curve of his arm, head resting lightly against his chest. She closed her eyes, breathing in the clean scent of him.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered.
This wasn't the first time he helped her relax. She knew what she was about to get. Knew it was against the club rules. But she wanted it. Wanted him. His free hand slid slowly down her stomach, familiar with every inch of her. He moved lower, his fingers gliding with patient grace, finding her pussy and parting her lips gently. Lisa’s breath hitched. She let her legs fall open across his lap, her hips shifting slightly to meet his touch. His fingers found her clit with practiced care, circling, pressing, coaxing.
She moaned softly, her head tilting back against his shoulder. He didn’t rush. He knew her rhythm. Knew when to press, when to ease, when to let her hips do the work. Lisa’s breathing deepened, her body gradually melting into his. Her hands clenched the sheets beside her, thighs trembling as the tension began to build. Coiling around her pussy. Centering on where his finger traced that steady, maddeningly slow circle. She could feel her thoughts slipping away. No cousin. No careless client. Just this moment.
Mark’s lips brushed the side of her temple as he whispered, “That’s it. Let go for me.”
And she did. The orgasm built low and warm, a rising hum beneath her skin. Her legs tightened, her belly fluttering as heat bloomed through her core. She cried out softly as her release crested. Her whole body clenched, then shuddered in his arms.
Mark held her through it, stroking her gently, his voice a calm anchor in her ear. When it passed, Lisa sagged against him, limp and spent.
“Better?” he asked.
She nodded, breathless. “So much. I needed that more than I care to admit.”
Mark smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Didn’t want you going home like that.”
Lisa smiled back weakly. “Thanks, Mark. Why is it you are the only one to make me cum like that?”
“Magic fingers.” He wiggled them at her, and she giggled.
She felt whole again. She went back to the locker room and showered. Then she dressed to go home. She turned to leave, but Aphrodite stood in the doorway smiling.
"You know handlers aren't supposed to finger you."
Lisa's heart sank. "I just... I'm sorry."
"Did I or did I not offer to let you fuck Jackson?" She said, still smiling.
Confused, now Lisa said, "You did."
"And is Jackson a handler?"
"Yes, for Flower."
"So maybe I'll play a little loose with that policy as long as it doesn't cause problems," Aphrodite said with a laugh. "Speaking of Flower, she should be back from trying to have a baby with her husband soon. I look forward to seeing her belly grow. We don't really have any way to consistently offer a pregnancy kink."
"We do have the breeding room," Lisa said.
"Yeah, but no one really gets pregnant. Though... you wanna have a baby?" She said with a wicked grin.
"NOPE. Not now, though. Is your husband still on offer?" She said with a wicked grin.