Chapter Nine

Dancing for Sex

Rock music blared. Bodies crammed the dance floor. The air smelled of liquor and sweat and perfume, a dozen scents, some expensive, others like dime store toilet water. The flashing lights were bright and annoying, and my head was spinning even before Jess pushed me to the dance floor. I’d been in nightclubs like this before, in the hours after midnight, when every sober person had already left and those that remained were hardcore party animals who would rock the night till the wee hours and dine on breakfast in some greasy spoon when the sun rose.

The packed room made me dizzy, but I had no complaints. I didn’t even mind the smoke. It felt like it belonged there, essential to the atmosphere. The dancing bodies surrounding me were especially freeing. Dressed in a micro-mini, a sequined halter, fuck-me boots and nothing else, I fit right in with the crowd. The little silk skirt swayed as I moved, but it was so flimsy that it would fly up with just the slightest gust of air. Mine wasn’t the only pussy for sideline voyeurs to peek at that night. Bare tits and asses appeared everywhere, usually for just a few fleeting moments before a skirt dropped back where it belonged or a blouse was pulled into place. I was likely the only dancing slut with a #6 ass plug up my rear—but then what did I know? The whole place might have been populated by subs being trained to take it up the ass.

Although there were distractions everywhere, I tried to keep my focus on Jess—which wasn’t all that tough. The man had more rhythm in his little finger than I had in my whole body. I kept up with his dancing, almost mesmerized by his hips while I stared at his moving crotch and conformed my movements to his. He reeked sex. I suppose I did too—in more ways than Jess. Carrying the scent of five men’s ejaculations on my unwashed tits was a fact that I had to shove from my mind every time I caught a whiff of that pungent perfume.

While the ‘modest’ Claire might have winced if anyone around me noticed, Patrick’s Clarisse did not. When I caught Jess staring directly at me, I relished the attention. He made me blush. So sexy, so smooth, I fell under his spell, putting thoughts of Patrick aside while concentrating on dancing for Jess. He drew me to him, his chest pressed against my skin, his arm around my waist, his lips at my ear. “Patrick’s a lucky man. If he didn’t own you, I know I would.”

This was the kind of remark that made me bristle inside, a little indignation, a little fear. But not that night, not after a night in a cage, an anal rape and a chain of men around me jacking off on my bare chest. I’d been perfectly prepared to walk into this night and into this nightclub as a slavish slut, willing to do anything this dominant man demanded.

The second time he pulled me close, he had a message to deliver. “You’re gonna be on your own now, baby. You want to make Jess happy, huh?”

“Aren’t I making you happy now?”

He laughed “Happy as a pig in shit. But we wouldn’t want to waste a night like this, all these available men.”

I shuddered to think what he had in mind, though more of me was aroused by the possibilities than was worried about the outcome.

“Oh, you’re gonna make me real happy, baby,” he flashed me a toothy grin. “You’re going to find yourself a man to screw. You’re going to march right up to one of my black friends here and you’re going to tell him you need a man to screw your ass. You work your way around the crowd until you hook your mark, then you bring him to me. And he’d better have one fat prick, something that will stretch this little #6 asshole into a #7.” He reached under my skirt and pressed his fingers on the end of the plug.

I wanted to be titillated by his order, not so fucking scared. But then something nasty in me caught hold as Jess shoved me further into the crowd. I was on my own. A little disorientation followed, but within a few seconds, a darker, sluttier piece of me emerged. I meandered slowly through the nightclub, checking out men, batting my lashes, smiling to seduce and occasionally mouthing some suggestive hello before moving on. A half hour later, I still had not found my man but I wasn’t going to get discouraged. I found myself at the far end of the nightclub and as I turned to start back through the crowd, my path was blocked by two hefty male bodies with their backs to me—bouncers. I sidestepped them and ran smack into another large man—this one with chocolate skin and a smooth, sexy grin.

I stared at his face, appraised his size and swooned a little inside. All I could think of was the size of his cock, and if it would fit in my ass without too much trouble.

“Hi there.” I offered him a dreamy smile.

We jockeyed for a moment, then he laughed. “Looks like we’re going nowhere.”

“I guess not.”

“Buy you a drink?”

“Sure.”

Jess would like this. I wondered if Patrick would, too. Maybe it was a good idea that he wasn’t there to watch… at least good for me. I couldn’t bear the thought of Patrick seeing me seduce another man.

A bar table with two tall stools opened up directly behind the man. He grabbed my hand and pulled me through the throng. It felt good to sit. We didn’t talk much, though we managed to exchange names, his was Tyrone, then we sipped drinks and listened to the noise. When the music wasn’t too loud we flirted back and forth a little more, enough for me to wonder if he might be interested in Jess’s plans.

“This your guy, baby?” Jess abruptly appeared out of nowhere as if he’d been waiting to pounce. He stood behind me with a claiming hand on my behind.

I looked back at him nodding, and when I turned back to Tyrone, I saw the man’s eyes narrow suspiciously.

“Tell him about this…?” Jess pushed against the anal plug. “And what’s on your tits…and why.”

I blushed embarrassed, and a quick moment of panic almost sent me heading for the door. Taking a deep breath, I leaned in and gave it to the man straight, speaking in a heated whisper, cutting out any unnecessary details.

“I belong to him…and he’s ordered me to find a man to screw my ass.”

His brows lifted. “Is that so?”

“Un-huh.” I kept my eyes riveted on his face, afraid if I were distracted that I’d lose my nerve. “He’s training me for anal,” I said, blushing demurely. I felt a little spark light between my legs. From that point on there was nothing demure about my seduction of the handsome Tyrone. Some inner tramp kicked in, and the flirty moves I used to conquer men when I was new to the Chicago bar scene came back to me. Batting my long black lashes, I smiled slyly. “In fact,” even my voice lowered to a sexy timbre, “I have this dildo up my butt right now.” I wiggled in my seat, letting a flutter of arousal rise up from my throbbing pussy as the tease went on.

“You don’t say?”

“Uh, huh.” The music around us seemed to amplify in volume, so I leaned in even closer and whispered in his ear, “To make me wide enough for a big cock.” I didn’t know where the words were coming from but the whole conversation seemed to come pouring out without any effort to censor a word. “I think he wants two men in my ass.” I didn’t know this but I couldn’t imagine that I was far off.

It took him a moment looking back and forth from Jess to me for the message to sink in. Then Tyrone’s face broke into a broad smile. He spoke directly to Jess before he said another thing to me. “Is what she says true?”

“If she told you she wanted you to fuck her ass it is. You can feel what she has in their now if you like.” I couldn’t see his face, but I could imagine the smirk.

Tyrone sat up straight and so did I. He appraised me thoughtfully, his eyes gliding over my body as he considered the proposal.

“Sure,” he finally said, nodding his head real slow. “Might not get a chance like this again.”

Tyrone pretty much ignored me once he and Jess had made their pact. I was whisked out the backdoor, where a hired limo was waiting to pick us up. All the way back to the house, the two men played with me. On my knees before them, I sucked their cocks until their black dicks were standing at attention and pulsing before my eyes. So much meat. I might have freaked had I given any consideration to their both screwing me at the same time. I decided to avoid the thought.

Inside the mansion, it was dark and cool and empty, so different from the crazy commotion of the afternoon. Nearly two am, I could feel the exhaustion making my body ache and my eyes hurt. However, not much was demanded of me except that I submit, and that I could do without even thinking. As soon as we landed in Jess’s master bed, the two men were on me, removing the plug and playing with both holes until they were wet with my natural juices and plenty of lubricant.

With Jess on his back, I climbed on, straddling his hips. He immediately thrust his organ in my pussy and he rode it nice and easy until I became accustomed to the feel of him inside me. Once we hit a steady rhythm, I felt Tyrone nuzzling in behind. His hot crotch felt good against my ass. I dropped further forward, sinking into Jess’s muscled chest, while my new black friend began to ease his cock slowly into my rectum. He might have been a little larger than a #6, but it was too late in the night to think about such details. I never did get accustomed to the fullness, the way the two erratically moved, not at all in unison, but one in one direction, the other moving in the opposite way until I began to feel torn apart. It was a happy feeling, though, as if I were completing a special assignment. I could see my moment of triumph shining before me. I wish I could say that Patrick was never once out of my thoughts, but I did lose track of him as I focused on my lovers’ undulating bodies. Working toward that final explosion, my single focus was keeping them both inside, anticipating their movements and feeling my fired up body respond.

I can’t ever remember being so happy as when the pair finally reached their peak—nearly at the same moment. In the midst of hammering my pussy, Jess suddenly paused. His entire body frozen for that split second just before the orgasm hit. I bore down hard, muscles clamping around that beautiful cock, while I listened to his groaning, “fuck, fuck, fuck me baby,” as he exploded. Tyrone was coming by the time Jess began to ease back to sanity. By then, I was on automatic. I let myself be taken away, my mind drifting, my body going along for the ride. I didn’t realize until minutes later that I was orgasming, too. Though my climax was a much quieter and less animated version of bliss than my lovers’ jubilant moments of ejaculation, I was intensely pleasured by those jarring cocks. The spasms continued to come in waves until I was finally too wasted for more.

When I surfaced again, my first thoughts were of Patrick and my mind filled up with questions. Was I trained now? Ready for him to take me back? Had he been aware of how I handled these two men? As the questions continued to flood into my head, I could sense Tyrone and Jess rising from the bed. I heard their hushed voices, and the door softly shutting behind them as they left the room. Jess could have kicked me out of bed and back to the cage. Instead, he allowed me the luxury of his bed for the rest of the night. I settled in under the thick cushion of covers and went to sleep.

I didn’t see Tyrone again, and wouldn’t see Jess again until morning.

I slept long and hard. When I awakened it was nearly noon.

My first clue that things had changed in my tiny universe arrived with the first whiff of a breeze that came in through the open window. The air was cool and fragrant with the smell of mown grass. I could hear the hum of a lawnmower in the distance and the sound of children playing in yards nearby. More lovely than that was the distinctive scent of a man behind me and the warm feel of his body. It could only have been one person, Patrick, lying behind me. Feeling his pulsing erection press against my naked rear, I smiled inside. His arm was around my waist, and his nose rooted through my hair. When he nibbled my neck, a shiver of desire moved directly to my crotch, triggering a delightful twinge deep in my pussy.

“Good morning, Patrick,” I murmured happily.

“Good morning, my naughty baby.”

I giggled. I’m not sure what I expected when I awoke that day, but it certainly wasn’t anything as romantic as this.

“So, am I properly trained now?” I asked. I tried turning over, but Patrick wanted me right where I was with my back to him.

“We’ll see, won’t we?” he whispered. He continued to caress me, lighting fires in my body everywhere his fingers touched. He drew in even closer with his nakedness moving erotically against me. His skin was so warm and his hands so enchanting that I could have gone on this way for hours. But when his erection finally reaching its fucking size, he wedged it between my ass cheeks and thrust forward. He slipped into the tight space and carried me away with him until his body tightened against mine, and I heard his pleasured groan. When he finally relaxed, his arms were around me holding me close. Cocooned and comforted by his warm body, I was in no hurry to change a thing.

***

I sat next to Patrick in the Mercedes as we drove back to his penthouse, staring out the window while going over in my mind all that had happened to me in the previous two days.

“I’m glad you didn’t see me,” I lamented.

“See you where?”

“In the nightclub.”

“Where you hooked up with your big black friend?”

I shot him a worried glance. “Yes…there.” Something seemed a little fishy about the remark, but I wasn’t sure what. I wasn’t sure how far I’d get trying to pick his brain for answers but I couldn’t stop myself from trying. “You weren’t there, were you?”

“Where?”

“In the nightclub, Patrick!”

“Would it have made a difference if I had been?”

“I don’t know. I certainly would have freaked if I’d seen you.”

“But you didn’t see me.”

“No, of course not. But you’re still not answering the question.”

He didn’t even bother with a reply, even though that reply was becoming more important to me than anything else at that moment. I mulled what to do, knowing that I’d better be careful how far I probed. Patrick could be pretty unpredictable when it came to touchy subjects and I had no intention of sparking a war between us as we were on our way home.

“You’re not going to answer my question, no matter how many times I ask, are you?”

He flashed me a smile. “Probably not.”

I let the matter drop, even though I had the strong sense that Patrick was more involved in the weekend than he and Jess let on. He might have even orchestrated the whole thing, but I imagined it would take a month of Sundays for those key tidbits of information to finally slip out.