Marcy's Playground 1 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 1 by loyalsock

... know that you know what I'm here for'. Then he smiled even wider and went in. Holy shit. Is it hot in here? Yeah, boiling hotter-than-hell in the very cool air-conditioned breeze. You could fry an egg on my forehead, and not just because it's summer. My stomach shook as I started silently giggling to myself. Two seconds later a slightly overweight middle-aged woman came in, and I put on a straight face. Swipe. Then a lot of people came in. Old, young, fat, thin, black, white, yellow, brown. Casual, fancy, blue hair, pierced noses, drag queens, couples, business people, girls in short-shorts, glamorous dresses, quiet, anticipatory, laughing, boisterous, embarrassed, comfortable. Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe. Hello, hello, hello, how are you? Yes, I'm new. Welcome. Check in, etc. It surprised me how many people had sweaters. A lot of people must come from air-conditioned offices. And I'm guessing you don't need a lot of clothes in a sex club. I noticed when everyone started coming out they looked A LOT more relaxed than when they went in, and they didn't look that tense going in to begin with. What the hell went on in there? None of my business. The job was so mundane it would have bored me to tears if I couldn't read. The only interesting thing was watching the diversity of people who passed by. And I couldn't believe how nice they all seemed. I wondered how much it cost to belong to the club. I'm pretty good with computers, and there was a sleek fancy-looking computer on my desk. When I checked people in, a huge screen came up on them, but everything except their first name was encrypted. Blanked out squares. I couldn't even see what the fields of information were. There was lots of info though. Lots. Pages and pages of info on each member.