Eli tried not to look. Tried not to see the way her labia parted slightly as she crouched, revealing the soft pink of her entrance. But he failed.
Eli sat in the passenger seat while Lilly drove them through the quiet streets. He hadn’t had many chances to be out after midnight, but his 18th birthday felt like the perfect occasion to change that. He’d expected more traffic at this hour, but aside from their own car, everything was still. A red traffic light stopped them at an empty intersection, casting a soft glow over the dashboard as it held them for nonexistent cross traffic.
“You sure this is a good idea?” he asked, glancing at Lilly.
“Yes,” she said with a smirk, tossing her long red braid over her shoulder. “I don’t want my little brother losing his virginity at some drunken college party.”
“But... twelve-thirty in the morning at a sex club is better?”
“Shit,” she muttered, tapping the steering wheel as the light turned green. “How did we get so behind? We were supposed to be there by midnight.” She sped up slightly. “And don’t act like the Dust is some whorehouse. I work there, remember? Also... I’ll be in the sauna room tonight. My favorite.”
“Is this place really that great?” he asked, craning his neck as they pulled into a parking lot. The building loomed above them, sleek and imposing, with Velvet Dust glowing in large, pink neon letters across the front.
“If you’re not into anonymous sex, it’s probably not your scene,” she said, pulling into a space and killing the engine.
“Well... I wouldn’t know yet,” Eli muttered as he stepped out of the car, the night air cool against his skin.
“Exactly. Which is why we’re here.”
They walked together toward the glass double doors, draped in red velvet curtains that fluttered slightly in the breeze. Lilly reached out, pulled one open, and led him inside.
They stepped into a plush yet understated lobby. The walls were plain white, clean and smooth, lined with a few black leather couches and the occasional potted plant. The contrast between the simplicity of the space and the name on the door was oddly disarming. Lilly pointed toward the reception desk at the far end of the room.
“Check in there,” she said quickly before disappearing through a side door without waiting for his response.
Eli hesitated, then walked toward the desk, studying its sleek surface as he approached. He couldn't tell if it was made of glass or some transparent plastic. Either way, it was practically bare, just a laptop and a small business card holder. The woman sitting behind it smiled warmly as he neared. She wore a fitted blue blazer and a white blouse that was unbuttoned as low as the jacket allowed. He tried not to stare at the lacy bra clearly visible beneath, tried harder not to notice the swell of cleavage framed so deliberately. He forced himself to glance down at the desk again.
That didn’t help. The desk’s transparency meant he was now looking directly at her lower half. Her completely naked lower half. His heart skipped a beat as her smooth legs shifted and she giggled.
“First timer,” she said knowingly. “I’m for looking, not touching.” As she spoke, she spread her legs slightly, casually offering a clear view of her neatly trimmed pubic hair and soft, inviting folds.
“Ah... yeah,” he stammered, his throat suddenly dry.
“Well, we were expecting you about thirty minutes ago,” she continued, rising to her feet. “But you still have a few good hours to sample whatever you desire.”
She turned and beckoned him toward an ornate door at the back of the room, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm. Her round ass had small dimples in the cheeks that showed when she took a step. He followed, caught in her gravity, hardly registering the transition from lobby to hallway. They stopped at a softly lit space with wide, smoked-glass windows along one side.
“This is the viewing area for our exhibition rooms,” she said, gesturing with a graceful hand. “One-way mirrors. You could spend your whole visit right here... but I recommend going deeper.” Her voice dripped with invitation.
Eli turned to the walls. Through the glass, he could see into several rooms beyond, each containing a bed. Two of them were already occupied. In one, a masked woman was being taken from behind by a man also in a mask. He slapped her butt every now and then. In another, a blindfolded man lay still as a pair of women explored his body with lips and hands. He stared with an open mouth as the man ejaculated. It had gone very high. Eli’s breath caught in his throat. Blood rushed downward in a dizzying wave, hot and hard.
“I can see you're already enjoying yourself,” the woman teased, nodding toward the unmistakable tent forming in his shorts. She smiled kindly. “Then come with me.”
And just like that, she slipped through the next door, not looking back. They stepped into a plain and utilitarian locker room. The floor and walls were tiled in neutral gray, and a row of open showers stood along one side, still damp from recent use.
She bent down to a low cabinet near the wall. Eli tried not to look. Tried not to see the way her labia parted slightly as she crouched, revealing the soft pink of her entrance. But he failed.
His heart pounded in his chest as she straightened and turned back to him, offering a folded black mask and a set of deep red robes.
“Here are the rules,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “The mask stays on at all times beyond this room. Wearing the robe is optional, but your street clothes are not permitted anywhere past this point.” She pointed to a row of lockers behind him. “Pick any open locker. Place your things inside. Once you shut the door, press your thumb to the pad. It’ll lock to your print and open only for you.”
She paused, then continued, her expression still warm but slightly more serious. “No cameras. No sound recorders. No weapons or foreign objects of any kind. You’re allowed your mask, robe, and any pre***********ion glasses. That’s it.” He nodded slowly, listening carefully. “The men in black robes are handlers. They’re here to make sure everyone stays safe and happy. If they give you an instruction, you can either follow it or leave. Breaking any of these rules will earn punishment. Possibly a ban. Understand?”
Her smile returned, soft and inviting.
“Yeah… I do,” he said, his voice thick with nerves and heat.
“Great!” she chirped. “Get changed. Your tour guide will be here shortly. I’ll let her know you’ve arrived.”
"Um... what are the punishments anyway?" He asked.
"Well, it depends. The last guy was made to fuck a mare on stage. Then he got banned anyway."
He let that sink in for a moment before he smiled awkwardly at her. She handed him the mask and robes, then turned and walked away, her hips swaying with slow confidence. He stood frozen, staring at the smooth curve of her ass until she disappeared through the door.
He stripped quickly, his hands trembling slightly, unsure of what he was feeling. That girl’s pussy lingered in his mind. He’d seen plenty online. He’d even caught a brief glimpse of Lilly getting out of the shower once. Not that he saw more than her orange fluff. But this... seeing one in person, up close, exposed and inviting, with only a pair of shorts and a set of rules between him and it. This was entirely new.
He placed his clothes neatly into the locker and pressed his thumb to the glowing pad. A soft clunk confirmed it had locked. Pulling on the robe, he noticed how it fastened across the chest but remained loose below the waist, easy to part if someone wanted access. His fingers traced the clasp, curious, experimenting with how quickly it could be opened.
“Well, isn’t that a lovely cock,” came a sultry voice that made his spine straighten. “I think we should get this tour going so you can find a nice, wet place to stick it.”
Startled, he turned. Leaning in the doorway opposite the one he had entered stood a tall, busty blonde. She was striking, with full lips, dark eyes, and an effortless, commanding presence. She wore only a black lace bra and matching crotchless panties, revealing the glistening curve between her thighs. His eyes involuntarily dropped to look at her shaved pussy. Shapely and slightly damp from arousal. He noted a faint white streak across her bra, half-heartedly wiped away.
“Call me Aphrodite,” she said with a smirk. “No, that’s not my name. No real names in here. Ever. Why don’t you put that mask on, and I’ll give you a tour of my club?”
There was something slightly predatory in her smile, something that made his skin burn with equal parts anxiety and want. He suddenly wanted nothing more than for her to press him against the wall and suck him dry.
“You own it?” he asked, quickly pulling the mask over his face and tying it at the back. He tugged the robe closed, trying to seem composed.
“I do,” she said, turning with a sensual sway. “And maybe if you’re nice, I’ll let you sample me as well as the club.”
She led him into a wide hallway, the floor made of polished black tile that reflected their footsteps. He tried not to stare at the reflection of her pussy as she walked ahead of him. The walls were a rich, velvety red, broken only by elegant black doors and subtle lighting. Each door had a small label, and all were intriguing.
“I’m not sure where to start,” he admitted, his voice low under the weight of everything he was feeling.
“Why not Hall One?” she said with a teasing smile, reaching for a tall double door.
As she pulled it open, a rush of warm air spilled out. And beneath it all, a symphony of moans, sighs, and wet, rhythmic sounds poured into the hallway like music. They stepped inside.
The room wasn’t large, but it was crowded with men. Dozens, maybe more. The lighting was low and intimate, the air thick with heat, sweat, and the unmistakable scent of sex. Soft, pulsing music played beneath the chorus of moans and grunts, setting a rhythm for the chaos. Eli’s eyes widened as he took in the scene. Several women were masked and in various positions, being shared between groups of men. Some were on their knees, mouths stretched wide and eager. Others lay back on low platforms, legs spread as man after man took his turn, bodies slick with effort and arousal.
At the far end of the room, he saw a girl who seemed to be the center of attention. She was bound to a sturdy chair, her arms strapped to the rests, her legs lifted and spread wide by leather stirrups. Her mask glinted under the lights, and though her face was hidden, her body was fully exposed and clearly dripping with arousal. A line of men stood in front of her, waiting for their turn.
Each time one of them thrust into her, a nearby camera captured the moment. Projecting a live, high-resolution close-up of the penetration onto a screen above the scene. The display showed every inch as the men slid in and out of her slick, stretched opening, her body writhing subtly with each new arrival. Eli’s mouth went dry. He couldn’t look away.
"She's new tonight and a fantastic find," Aphrodite said, just as the girl on the screen shuddered violently, a fresh orgasm taking hold of her. Her juices spilled freely between her thighs, glistening under the lights. "Squirter," Aphrodite added, clearly proud. "We don’t have many of those. It’s her 18th birthday today too. And she was a virgin until midnight. I got to oversee her first time myself. I’m actually glad you showed up late… now I get to witness your first time too."
"Yeah..." Eli managed, his voice soft, his mouth slightly open. He had been hard when they entered the room. The sheer intensity of it all had him feeling lightheaded and overstimulated. His arousal had faded, replaced by a strange mix of fascination and nervous awe.
Aphrodite noticed. "Let’s check out a different room," she said gently, taking his hand. "I can see this one’s a little much for you."
She led him down the hall to the next room. It was styled like an old train station, complete with tiled floors and benches. Several guests stood in a loose circle around a girl who was pinned to a column, her body pressed tight against it as they took turns using her. The soft hum of simulated train sounds played overhead, blending with the rhythmic slap of skin and breathy moans.
Eli’s eyes were drawn to a real train car on the far side of the room. Inside, another girl played out the classic “girl on a train” fantasy. She was letting men grope and fuck her in the tight space between seats. It was surreal. Erotic. Cinematic. Again, Aphrodite didn’t linger. She watched him closely as she led him away, her fingers still laced with his.
The next room was warmer, mistier. A communal shower, tiled in deep black stone and low-lit with golden sconces. Nearly fifteen women were under the spray, their slick bodies tangled with the men who showered with them. Others stood at the edges, stroking themselves, waiting for a turn. This one caught Eli’s attention. He felt his cock stirring again, the visual of wet skin and soft moaning drawing him in deeper. Something about it felt less aggressive and more sensual. It also brought memories of his sister getting out of that shower to the surface. Aphrodite seemed to notice, but gave him no time to linger.
"Come on," she said with a teasing smile. "There’s still more to see."
As they walked, she seemed to be thinking, almost calculating. Then, just as they passed a cluster of numbered doors, she grinned.
“These are for private bookings,” she explained, gesturing toward them. "Reserved rooms, paid in advance. Some members even request certain performers." She stopped suddenly at a door near the end of a hallway, right where the corridor curved. "This one..." she said slowly, her voice low and playful, "...could be fun."
Her eyes glittered with mischief. The grin on her lips was unmistakably wicked. The moment he stepped into the room, Eli was struck by the heat and steam. The back wall was lined with four doors, and the opposite wall held hooks with several robes hanging from them. Aphrodite motioned for him to remove his robe and hang it with the others. He obeyed, glancing at her as he did. She seemed excited to show him something. Her fingers had drifted down to her clit, not rubbing, just resting there, as if feeling the energy in the air. He couldn’t help but wonder if she planned to have sex with him. He would like to.
“So… what now?” he asked, his voice a little unsteady. She turned and curled her finger at him in a slow, beckoning gesture.
“These are saunas,” she said. “I want you to meet someone special. We call her Scarlett. She’ll be in sauna two.”
Aphrodite opened the door, and a wave of thick, humid air rolled over them, carrying the rhythmic sound of sex. She led him just inside and gestured for him to sit beside her on the bench near the door. A man stood with his back to them, gently thrusting into a woman Eli couldn’t see from this angle. Two other men sat nearby, watching, their expressions relaxed. They seemed sated, maybe from earlier turns. Aphrodite gently rested her hand on Eli’s cock, her eyes asking a silent question. He swallowed hard, heart pounding. She was the first woman to ever touch his cock. He nodded.
She grinned and began slowly stroking him. The sensation was incredible, different than when he did it himself, even if only slightly. Still, the excitement of it, the heat in the room, the raw intimacy of the moment. It all left him breathless. The pleasure coiled around his cock like a spring, tightening with every passing second. The man moaned and withdrew slowly, then sat down to catch his breath.
Eli leaned forward to get a better look and froze, mesmerized. The woman had a shapely, toned ass. Thick, fiery red pubic hair framed her glistening, well-used pussy, and cum dripped slowly from between her legs. Eli’s breath hitched. She flipped her long red braid over her back as she began to clean herself, offering him a glimpse of her front. She was just as stunning from the front. She had large, natural breasts that sagged slightly with their weight, wide hips that begged to be gripped. Her identity was hidden behind a mask, but he didn’t need to see her face to want her.
“Want this one?” Aphrodite asked casually.
“Yeah,” he said, nearly gasping.
Scarlett smiled beneath her half-mask and sauntered over to him with practiced confidence. She turned again, showing off her flawless backside, then slowly lowered herself into his lap. Aphrodite helped guide his cock into her slick, velvet heat. She was barely settled before he lost control and surged into her, too aroused to hold back. She took him fully, her warmth wrapping around him like a glove.
Aphrodite, smiling, withdrew her hand and stood, moving toward one of the waiting men. She climbed into his lap and began riding him, her body already glistening from the sauna’s heat. Scarlett started to move, slow at first, then faster. Her hips rolled, bounced, and ground. Eli could barely think. The sensation was better than anything he’d imagined. Better than anything he thought possible. He reached around to grab her breasts, loving the heavy feel of them in his hands. Her scent filled his nose. It was faintly floral, mixed with sweat and sex. That coil of pleasure began to build again, tightly wound and surging up his spine. He started moving with her, matching her rhythm.
Suddenly, she tensed. He froze, afraid he’d hurt her until she let out a breathy, trembling moan that echoed off the wet tile. She was cumming. Her body trembled against his, and he gripped her tighter, fucking into her harder now, chasing his own release. His moans came fast, sharp with every thrust. When the climax hit, it tore through him. He clung to her like a life raft, his cock pulsing inside her as waves of pleasure drowned him completely.
His mind went blank. All that existed was the overwhelming ecstasy, her hot, clenching pussy, and the slick slide of her body against his. He held her chest as if she were the only thing anchoring him to the world. When it finally subsided, she rose off him and, without a word, bent to suck their mingled juices from his softening cock. She smiled as she stood and moved toward the last waiting man, who was already shifting in anticipation.
The next hour or maybe two blurred together into something slow, heated, and strange. Aphrodite gave him a little kiss on the cheek before she stood.
“Have fun, Eli,” she whispered, before slipping out the sauna door.
Scarlett stayed. The soft red glow of the sauna lights gave her skin an otherworldly shimmer as she moved on top of him again, sweat beading on her breasts as they bounced in his face. He didn’t have the strength to tell her he knew her. Her body was all he could think about, and it seemed like she wanted more from his cock than he thought he could give. They fucked again at least twice, maybe more. She sometimes bent over for the other men, moaning low as they slid into her from behind, but she kept coming back to him. Always with that little smile behind the mask, always finding her way back into his lap, her warm body pressing to his. Her hands guiding him inside like she was trying to memorize how he felt.
Other men came and went. A few sat to watch. Some took their turn between her legs, then left after cleaning up in silence. No one spoke. Only the soft sound of skin on skin, wet breathy moans, and the occasional slap of hips filled the space. Scarlett didn’t seem to get tired. She took them all with the same calm grace, but there was something about the way she looked at him that made him feel like maybe she knew that he had figured out who she was.
The heat made it hard to think. His heart thudded dully behind his ribs. His cock ached with pleasure and soreness both. Every time she touched him, he thought it might be the last. Yet she pulled more from him, more than he thought he had.
When the last man left the sauna, she rode him slow, just once more. Her braid stuck to her shoulders. Her thighs trembled. She moaned into his neck as they both came again, slower this time, softer, like a sigh that had been waiting all night. This time it was less about fucking and almost making love. She kissed his cheek and slipped away without a word.
He sat in silence for a while, catching his breath. The room was quieter now. Dim. Only steam and the fading scent of sex clung to the air. He eventually stood, sore and weak in the knees, and walked out into the locker room. The cold tile made him shiver. He grabbed a towel from the shelf and stepped into the shower. The hot water beat down over his body, washing away sweat, cum, and steam. Around him, other men were quietly getting dressed, murmuring a few words to each other or just nodding silently as they left one by one.
No one looked at him. No one asked anything. He stayed under the water until the locker room was nearly empty. The scent of soap and clean towels replaced everything else. He breathed out slowly, wondering if she would still be keeping up the game. Maybe she didn't recognize him? She must have.
Lilly met him in the lobby. Her hair was no longer braided, but damp from her own shower. He spared a glance at the woman at the desk. Still beautiful, still half-naked. Though now she moaned softly, a low whimper escaping her lips as she held a vibrator against her clit. He didn’t even react. All his horny feelings were gone. Still, he enjoyed the sounds she made.
“So... who did you do?” Lilly asked with a sleepy grin.
“No names, sis. Remember?” He winked.
She smiled as they walked out to the car. The sky was beginning to turn pink. Pink like Scarlett’s pussy. He felt himself react and tried to push the thought out of his mind. He’d deal with that when he got home. For now, he was chatting casually with his sister. She seemed very tired, but content. They got into the car, and she started the engine.
“You really love working here, don’t you,” he said. It wasn’t a question, just a statement of fact.
“So much. I know it makes me sound like a slut. But it’s not really about the sex. Don’t get me wrong...” She held out her hand as she turned onto the street. He took it and held it. She smiled. “I do love the sex. But I like making people feel good. If I were any good at massage, and it was anywhere near as fun, I’d be doing that.”
“Maybe I can work here too,” he said.
“Nope. You’re going to cooking school, and that’s final,” she said, squeezing his hand.
“Just because I’m good at it?”
“Because you’re fantastic at it.”
“Okay. But I want to see Scarlett again. Maybe in my bedroom sometime.”
She giggled. “We don’t make house calls.”
"I was hoping Scarlett would make an exception for me. Since she is you." He said slyly.
"When did you notice?" She asked with a grin.
"When I saw your braid."
"And you still did me?"
"You wanted me to. I think you planned it."
She didn't answer but grinned in a way that told him Scarlett might indeed make an appearance in his bedroom soon.