Part 11 - Clarice’s second day away (first half) - Sex Stories

Part 11 - Clarice’s second day away (first half)

... younger girls also. Daughters or nieces maybe? No not by the way they put their hands on them. And not by the look on the girls’ faces either. I looked quickly around the room and saw at least four other girls, younger than me. For the first time this weekend, l started getting nervous.

“Bob... what is this place?” I asked.

“It’s s private Gentlemen Club. Do not worry l am not letting you out of my sight.” I hope not because some men are eyeing me. He put his hand on my knee. Told me the following: “Don’t worry, you are mine and only mine as long as you want to...”. But the way he said it was reassuring.

As we ate, the lights went down. There was a play starting. But it was not a play, but a musical. I love musicals! I was really enchanted by the story of this early 60’s guy who was in a band and became successful.

During the play, or musical, l really needed to go to the bathroom. Bob suggested for me to go to the handicap bathroom, but it was really busy. So l had to go to the ladies room. There was only one young lady in there. The woman was stunning. She looked at me and said...”You are way too beautiful to be here...” No idea what she meant by that comment, l just thanked her. I went in a stall and did my business. When l came out, she was still there. She asked “How old are you? Like 12?” I was older than that, lady. I mean l might be a ...

... petite, with a small frame, and barely boobs, but l am definitely NOT 12! She adds...

“Anyway, l suggest you don’t come back here, with your friend, or with somebody else.” I asked her what she means.

“Oh you’re so naive. Did you look around? This is s special club. I never saw your friend here before, but l can tell you he needed you to come in here...”

I was starting to put two-and-two together.

“This is yours, and his, first time. Nothing happens on first timers. But if he brings you again, especially on a Thursday (we were not Thursday), you are done for. He will screw the other girls while guys will screw you...”

I was in shock. I was already screwed by strangers today, which was initiated by his words when l think about it. Now l am starting to get scared. I wasn’t expecting this. I took my stuff and ran out of the bathroom and sat at my table. I looked ‘down’. Bob asked me what was wrong. Should l tell him, or what l feel? I did. He told me that he did need a younger girl to come in here, but he never, ever, wanted to put me in this situation of sharing in this club. We agreed that after the play we would leave. Bob said sorry about 50 times. But he also was VERY comforting and protective. Told me that tonight he wants me to be happy, to enjoy my time, and to do what l want to do. Right now it is a mixture of pleasing him and going home.