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Subject: {ASSM} "The Club" Part 1 by Pami (M/F, rom)
Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 03:10:09 -0400
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This story contains sexual words, themes, and actions. If you are under 21, go
away. If you don't like this sort of thing, go away. If, on the other hand,
you DO like this sort of thing, and you ARE legal, keep on reading. :)
This is the first story I have tried to write from a strictly male point of
view. It was pretty challenging, since, being a woman, I pretty much was
operating on guesswork. If you think I was pretty accurate, write and tell me.
If you think I was a little bit off the mark, write and tell me. In short...
just WRITE! :)
-oeThe Club - by Pami (M/F, rom) Part 1
She pulled over and parked the car in a spot conveniently located just a couple
of doors down from -oeThe Club - . He looked over at her and smiled. -oeI
guess this is the place, eh? - she asked him as they got out of the car.
He was in town on business, and had taken a chance that she might be able to
meet him for a quick drink and maybe a snack sometime after she finished work.
He had read a personal ad online that she had placed, and looked at her posted
picture, and he was, quite frankly, intrigued. The ad text had posed a
challenge of being able to keep up with her in bed. Her former lovers were
-oedried out husks of men - by the time she finished with them, she had
written. She was looking for open-minded, virile men, who would enjoy being
with an imaginative, uninhibited woman. NOT a one night stand, though. Oh,
and she wrote, she was voluptuously curvy, and wanted EVERY inch of her taken
care of. When he had read the ad, he found himself smiling as he imagined the
smirk on the author -(TM)s face. He clicked on the photo icon, and was stunned at
her innocent loveliness. Undeniably round cheeks, with a delicate flush on the
fair skin, long curling brown hair, a pouty lower lip curved in a smile, and
the eyes that hinted of mischief. A VERY attractive woman. She was NOT what
he had envisioned from the ad at all! He sent her an email on a whim, knowing
that she might not answer at all. It seemed that every female online was just
looking to play around, and not actually meet anyone. He typed a brief note,
indicating his interest, his vitals, and that he might be doing business in her
city for the next few months. He extended an invite for a no pressure drink,
just to see what her reaction would be.
He was pleased to see an answer in his emailbox the following day. He opened
her response and was intrigued. She was intelligent. Her spelling was good.
Nice sentence structure. A sense of humor wafted through the screen at him,
punctuated by frequent emoticons of smileys and winks. He dashed off an
answer, indicating that he was willing to meet at her convenience, and telling
her more about him.
A few more email exchanges, and the meeting was set. It wasn -(TM)t until 10:30
pm, because she worked until late. She had sent him a borderline hostile email
when he had told her he didn -(TM)t have a picture of himself, and he thought she
was going to cancel. But he heard nothing back.
He took a taxi to the restaurant they set to meet at, and waited. At about
10:25, he saw her burst through the doors. It wasn -(TM)t a busy night, and he
would have recognized that hair and those eyes anyway. He smiled. She was
wearing a long floral dress that skimmed all of her curves, and she definitely
had them. The scoop neckline exposed at least half of the upper curves of her
ample breasts, and then the fabric molded down her waist and flared out again
over her hips. She was indeed voluptuous, and his mouth watered at the thought
of licking every inch of her. Still, he wanted to see how their conversation
would go.
She sat down next to him, apparently unaware that it was him. She smiled
generically at him, and ordered a wine cooler from the bartender, who asked her
for I.D. She chuckled and made a flippant remark about how the bartender was
her favorite person in the whole wide world, but pulled out her wallet and
showed it to him. The man glanced at the birthdate, blinked a few times in
disbelief, and got her the drink. After thanking him, she took a long sip,
settled back into her seat, and looked at the television above the bar.
-oeThey lost AGAIN, didn -(TM)t they? - she asked in a disgusted tone of voice.
He glanced up at the screen and saw the highlights of the local hockey team
being shown. He wasn -(TM)t a hockey fan, and since he wasn -(TM)t from this city,
he really couldn -(TM)t have cared less. Nonetheless, he figured that was as good
a way as any to start conversation. So he smiled at her, and said something
about he thought they had lost in overtime.
She laughed lightly. -oeI -(TM)m not really a HUGE fan, but you can -(TM)t live in
this town and not follow hockey. Especially with the playoffs around the
corner. -
He smiled at her and introduced himself.
She looked taken aback, but recovered quickly and said the usual -oenice to
meet you - comments that are spoken thousands of times a day. He sighed,
thinking that this might turn out to be a dead end. Meeting people off the
internet was NOT a good idea, he reminded himself. It seemed to be common that
the people who sounded most intriguing through a computer screen were dead
bores when you talked to them -oelive - .
He asked how her day at work had been, and she sighed and launched into a
description of minutiae that probably should have bored him, but the animation
in her voice and on her face kept him listening. He even found himself
chuckling at some small anecdotes that she told. Her brown eyes sparkled as
she described poking fun at a couple of employees and their responses back to
her. He made some suggestive remark about how it must be great to work under
her, and he was delighted to note that she picked up on the subtext and
giggled. Not an annoyed giggle, like teenaged girls have, but a throaty
giggle, the type which made the listener smile along with her. And, he
confessed to himself, wonder if he could make her laugh again.
He bought himself another beer, and offered her another wine cooler. She
smiled and he could have sworn she winked at him as she answered. -oeNot
tonight, thanks. I -(TM)d like to keep all of my senses fully aware. -
There was a long pause, and she asked him, -oeYou know, you look awfully young,
how old are you, REALLY? -
He smiled at her, confident in his appearance. He was a good looking man, and
he knew it. The only thing that was a drawback was that he also knew he looked
about 22. -oe30. For real. Here, let me show you, - and he pulled out his
small wire-rimmed glasses and perched them on his nose. -oeI don -(TM)t need
glasses, but I wear these so my clients take me seriously. -
She squinted a little bit at him, with a very serious look on her face. -oeOh
my yes, with those on, you look at least 25! - she commented and burst into
that infectious laugh again.
He laughed a little bit with her, and then added his own statement of fact.
-oeWell, you certainly don -(TM)t look 35. -
-oeFace lift. Works every time, - she deadpanned with a sparkle of humor in
her eyes.
He smiled and made a suggestive remark about how he would love to find out if
her skin was really tight all over. He almost dropped his beer when she shot
back her response.
-oeSo what are we waiting for? Your place, or mine? -
They both looked at each other for a minute, and he knew he had a dumbstruck
look on his face. Not that he didn -(TM)t want to take her up on her challenge,
but he wasn -(TM)t used to a woman being the first to suggest it.
She smiled a small smile and opened her mouth to add, -oeI know I said that I
am not really into one-nighters. And I -(TM)m not. But let me be honest here, -
and she leaned close to him to whisper into his ear. -oeI have spent the last
ten minutes wondering what it will feel like to have you up behind me, fucking
me until I scream. Or what it will be like to be on my knees before you,
licking your cock like an ice cream cone. -
He wasn -(TM)t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. His cock was semi-hard
already, just from hearing her words. In the past half-hour, she had
established herself as one of the most fascinating women he had ever met, and
he couldn -(TM)t wait to see if she was as insatiable as she had said in her ad.
-oeMy place. The company has me staying in the Edgeworth Club downtown. Ever
been there? - he asked.
-oeNope. I don -(TM)t even know where it is. You -(TM)ll have to give me
directions, - she said as they got up off their bar stools and he left a tip
for the bartender.
They walked over to her small, sporty car. It looked like a car she would
drive, he thought. Sleek lines, a sun roof, a flirty teal color. They climbed
in, and away they went.
Conversation was at a minimum. He wasn -(TM)t sure what to say anymore. He
wanted her badly, and he knew that she wanted him, but he didn -(TM)t want to blow
it by saying anything she might think was stupid or too forward. Although how
he could say anything too forward after what she had said to him at the bar, he
didn -(TM)t really know. Still, he confined himself to giving directions, and
running his eyes over every inch of her face and body.
The Edgeworth Club was a members -(TM) only mostly-gentleman -(TM)s club in the posh
business section of the city. The marble stairs rose to an unassuming
cherry-wood door with only a gold plaque next to it, embedded in the wall,
proclaiming this to be the entrance to its hallowed halls.
He knocked. Since it was past midnight, the door was locked, and a doorman was
required to admit guests. He gave a brief introduction of her to the doorman
as his girlfriend and they walked down the hall.
She looked around, wide-eyed. -oeIt looks like the club in -~Trading
Places -(TM). You know, the one that Dan Ackroyd belongs to before he gets booted
onto the streets, - she whispered as she peered into the darkness of one of
the side rooms.
He smiled, holding her hand, as he pulled her into one of the libraries. The
entire main floor was deserted, it seemed, and he wanted to impress her. The
small walnut of the built-in bookshelves gleamed in the light of a single lamp,
and the furniture was limited to a few round marble tables and some inviting
high-backed leather guest chairs. Landscapes and portraits decorated the
walls, and he wondered if there was a security camera system. Then he just
decided he didn -(TM)t care.
-oeI can -(TM)t wait anymore, - he said to her as he pushed her up against one of
the walls and bent his head to kiss her roughly.
She tasted vaguely of the drink she had at the bar, and the underlying scent of
vanilla wafted into his nostrils. He pressed his entire body against hers,
feeling her breasts push against his chest. His hands wrapped themselves
through her long hair and he pulled on it. He licked and nibbled and bit and
sucked and kissed and did it over and over to every inch of her neck as she
moaned and squirmed and told him how good it felt.
When he felt her hand slide down the front of his body and press against his
confined cock, he pulled away.
They were both panting and breathing heavily, and he suggested that they take
it upstairs to his room, before he got thrown out of the club.
She acquiesced, and as he took her by the hand, she stopped suddenly and stood
on tiptoe. -oeThink you can keep up with me, big boy? - she huskily whispered
as she flicked her tongue lightly around his ear.
He moaned at the sensation. Or her words. Or both. It didn -(TM)t matter. -oeI
am going to make you beg me to stop, sweetness, - he told her, as he leaned
down for another kiss.
They made it to the elevator, and she squealed as she pointed at the large
marble ashtray between the two elevator doors. -oeLook, they even imprint
their seal in the sand in the ashtray. Can you imagine having that job? -
He was amazed. All he could do was think about getting naked and fucking until
they were both screaming, and here she was, commenting on ashtrays. It was a
humbling thought.
(Continued in Part 2)
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