Club Fatale, Pt. 8 - Sex Stories

Club Fatale, Pt. 8

Club Fatale, Pt. 8 Chapter Fifteen – The Blue Room “You do understand the rules of the Blue Room, Mr. Anderson?” “Yes,” I responded. “And are you prepared to place yourself beneath these rules, to be held to the letter of these rules and to execute all actions that these rules require of you?” “Yes, I am,” I said. “Then you may enter the Blue Room of your own free will, Mr. Anderson.” “Thank you, Mr. Lloyd,” I said and entered. I smiled at the brunette on my arm, as I led her fatefully across the threshold and into the silken blue chamber beyond. As I did, I distinctly felt a chill wash over me. It was like the woman on my arm was a ghost; I could almost see the reaper standing at her shoulder. “And now, sweet Vivian,” I said, “our fates are entirely... out of our own hands...” Vivian smiled at me, weakly. Inside were more than a dozen Clubmen, perhaps as many as half the total clientele of the Club Fatale. Each was accompanied by a Femme, as required to enter the Blue Room -- a few of them by more than one. Here and there a girl was being fucked, or throated on her knees, or tortured in some sort of contraption for all to see and enjoy. I paused before a blonde. She hung from the ceiling by her ankles while several men took turns shoving their cocks up her throat, nearly suffocating her to unconsciousness. “Interesting, isn’t it?” I asked my companion. My finger traced Vivian’s jaw. I could feel her fear, her uncertainty. Passing on through the gathered couples, we ...

... advanced deeper into the lounge. Soft blue light dripped down from above and we bathed together beneath it. Under it Viv’s hair took on a darker, blue-black hue. Soft, gothic, almost discordant music played in the darkness. Past the mass of men and women, I could see a feminine form kneeling upon a far stage. She was nude and surrounded by men, cocks pointed at her head like lances. She throated one with relish and then gagged hard as her head was pressed down. When she pulled off, I could see her face clearly. Judy. The girl I had won in the poker game the other week and passed on to Jacob. With relish, I watched the young brunette take another cock down her throat. The silver cross about her neck jingled as she was forced down violently. I smiled tightly as I looked on. A redhead with eyes the color of stormy skies met my gaze from across the floor. Clad in a lacy black dress that left arms and lean white legs bare, her curled locks were tied back at the nape of her neck and draped carelessly over one shapely shoulder. Fine breasts were mounted high upon her chest. Sultry eyes searched mine. She hung on the arm of Max Weiss, opposite a long-legged blonde on his other arm. But at this moment, right here, she had eyes only for me. I gave her the slightest smile; then my eyes flicked back to the brunette. Judy mum’ed around the cock as it spasmed and sent warm jizz flooding her mouth and squirting from the corners of her lips. She pulled back and hacked while the next man quickly ...