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As exciting as this is, I feel intimidated. I want to lose my virginity, but not like this. As if knowing what I’m thinking, Roxy puts her hand on my arm.
“You don’t have to do anything. There are no rules here. You can just watch if you like. Or if you do want to do something, there are private rooms, too. Not everything is group sex,” she winks at me.
I try to relax a little, knowing that I don’t have to participate, but it’s hard. Plus, I may not want to admit it to myself, but I’m aroused. And as strange as this place is, maybe there is someone I can find to share my excitement with.
Chapter Two
Conor
Rollo closes the door behind me and claps me on the back. This is my third time here, and it could be my last.
“You gonna wet your wick this time?” he jokes.
“We’ll see,” I shrug nonchalantly. This kind of party isn’t really my thing to be honest. I dropped by because I was bored, and couldn’t think of anything to do in this tiny town.
“I don’t get it, man,” Rollo shakes his head, grinning. “I know you’re hot shit and you can get whatever pussy you want, but if it’s this easy, why pass it up?”
I laugh and start walking over to the kitchen. Rollo doesn’t know me. He doesn’t understand that I don’t want just any woman I can have. I’ve been coming here precisely because none of the women I can have excite me anymore. And yet, I haven’t found what I’m looking for here, either. Tonight will be my last try.
Ever since my business was listed in the Fortune 500, I’ve had women make passes at me everywhere I go: client meetings, the golf club, even here in Riverbend, the town I grew up. Not that I’d ever had problems getting pussy before that. I’ve been fortunate with my looks since I was a teenager, with dark hair and flashing blue eyes. But being rich is something else. It turns women on like none another. Of course, any other man would have jumped at the opportunity to fuck a different woman every day and at first, I did. Initially, it was great, but it got old so quickly. All of them are the same: hot blondes usually, not much personality or passion, turned on by my money, my status, or both. So yeah, it’s me that’s not turned on anymore. I’m looking for something else. Someone real. I’ll know it when I see it.
I round the kitchen island and pour myself a drink, then take up my position in my usual spot: leaning against the wall, so I can get a visual on tonight’s goods. Some of the women I recognize from my two previous visits; regulars, I take it. Some of them made passes at me, some of them were hot. But none of them were successful. I think I must have quickly created a reputation for myself as some kind of a weird loner, coming to a private sex club only to lean against a wall and watch, turning down every single woman who just so much as looks at me. I don’t even touch myself while watching, unlike the few other loners. Why would I? None of these women even remotely excite me.
So lazily, I let my gaze wander around the room. And suddenly I see her. The brunette stands awkwardly in the corner, alone, while holding her drink and looking around at the writhing bodies like a lost deer. I’ve never seen anyone with her body wear a dress like that before. The shiny black material ends high up on her ample, milky thighs, clinging to her wide hips, her small waist, with those giant tits almost spilling out the top. She takes a sip from her drink and the movement of her arm presses her tits even closer together – I know instantly they’re real. Not like many of the bony blondes I’m used to.
Her curly brown hair catches the light as she looks around, her round face showing up in purple and red in beat with the changing lights. This rare beauty doesn’t belong here, and the sudden rush of arousal makes my cock twinge. This could be the night I find what I’ve been looking for. She suddenly puts her drink down and leaning forwards, her tits almost fall out of that skimpy dress, causing my cock to harden in my jeans for the first time since I started coming here. She starts walking to the door. Oh shit. I need to get to her before she leaves.
Putting my drink down, I start walking in her direction, but I’ve lost sight of the beautiful female already. I push my way past a tight knot of naked girls, dancing and grinding each other, and ignore the invitation of one of them. The bony blonde tries pressing herself up against me as I pass, but I push her aside impatiently, my eyes on the crowd by the door. Where’s my girl? All of a sudden, she reappears, talking to a tall, hairy-chested man. Possessive rage starts coursing through my blood as I see him touch her arm in a casually intimate gesture. She recoils slightly, and in a sec, I’m by their side.
