Marcy's Playground 1 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 1 by loyalsock

... up with you. Our place is a sex club.&#034 WHAT? &#034It's not a sex club,&#034 Mrs. J. said, and gave him a slight slap on the arm. He looked at her. His expression said, 'What would you call it?' Holy shit. &#034I thought it was a country club,&#034 I whispered. &#034It's a private club, and it's in the country,&#034 he said. I began tapping my fingers on my leg. Nerves. &#034It's a very...&#034 but then Mrs. J. trailed off and didn't finish. &#034Okay, perhaps it would be better to say it's....&#034 but then he trailed off, apparently unable to put it in words either. Oh my God. &#034It's a very nice place,&#034 Mrs. J. said. &#034With wonderful members. It's not sleazy at all.&#034 &#034And you'd never have to go in the main rooms,&#034 Mr. J. said. &#034You can stay in the front reception hall, you'd be completely separated from any action. You'd never be exposed to anything.&#034 Oh boy. &#034But, if you're... squeamish about this,&#034 Mrs. J. said, &#034this is not the job for you.&#034 I really, really needed a job. I told myself this wouldn't be a big deal. &#034It's a very simple receptionist job,&#034 Mrs. J. said. &#034There's nothing else too it but checking members in.&#034 I liked her. I trusted her. It would be okay. I was just happy at the possibility of a job. &#034And loyalty and discretion are paramount,&#034 Mr. J. said. &#034I mean ESSENTIAL.&#034 &#034Oh, I got it,&#034 I said. &#034You can count on me. I'm the epitome of prudence and discretion. ...

... Bevvie told me a secret in the sixth grade, and I've never told a soul. I'll take it to my grave before I tell anyone.&#034 They stared at me. They looked skeptical. Fake it till you make it. Right? I pushed my shoulders back. &#034I can do it.&#034 &#034So you want the job?&#034 &#034Yes, please.&#034 &#034So be it,&#034 he said. I left sort of in a daze. Of course I should go tell Bevvie the news right away, but instead I walked back to my house. Holy gamoly. A sex club. Wow. A totally bookish virgin in a sex club. It sounded like a theme for a porno movie. I was nervous but also kind of excited. A new job. The suspense of wondering what it would be like had me jumpy but in a good way. I was alternating between pacing and bouncing on my toes and had to talk myself down a bit. Mr. and Mrs. J. were cool. Everything would be okay. I could do this. It would be an adventure. I was just working a front desk. Still, the whole thing had an element of naughtiness and secrecy...a tinge of 'bad boy' and silence made the idea of the adventure shiny and exciting. I tiny smile curled up, unbidden, at the very corner of my lips. I couldn't wait. * I was supposed to report for my first day at 10 AM. I had no idea what to wear. I decided on a modest blue sundress. I followed the directions up into to the mountains to an entranceway in a large hedge. There was an open iron gate, and a pretty black and gold plaque that said in fancy script 'Melody's'. That was it. I had been expecting a cinder ...