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Subject: {ASSM} RP "The Club" Pt 1 by Pami  (M/F)
Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 13:10:06 -0500
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This story contains sexual acts, themes, and words.  If you are under 21, go
away.  If you don't like this sort of thing, or think its 'normal', take a
hike.  If you DO like this, and you are over 21, keep on reading!

A repost of a favorite.  If you like it, hate it, or are somewhere in the
middle, email me, k?

My stories are archived at ASSTR, courtesy of Rey for the site, and Rui Jorge,
for my little corner of it.  www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Pami/www/   They are also all posted,
along with a picture of me, and a poll or two, and even the beginning of a
discussion, at egroups.  www.egroups.com/group/Pamistuf.  Stop by and sign up. 
The more the merrier!

On with the show...


"The Club"  by Pami (M/F)  Pt 1

She pulled over and parked the car in a spot conveniently located just a couple
of doors down from "The Club".  He looked over at her and smiled.  "I 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
"dried 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'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'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'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'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.  

"They lost AGAIN, didn'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't a hockey fan, and since he wasn't from this city, he
really couldn'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.  "I'm not really a HUGE fan, but you can'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 "nice 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 "live".

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.  "Not
tonight, thanks.  I'd like to keep all of my senses fully aware."  

There was a long pause, and she asked him, "You 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.  "30.  For real.  Here, let me show you," and he pulled out his small
wire-rimmed glasses and perched them on his nose.  "I don'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.  "Oh 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. 
"Well, you certainly don't look 35."

"Face 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.

"So 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't want to take her up on her challenge, but
he wasn't used to a woman being the first to suggest it.

She smiled a small smile and opened her mouth to add, "I know I said that I am
not really into one-nighters.  And I'm not.  But let me be honest here,"  and
she leaned close to him to whisper into his ear.  "I 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'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't wait to see if she was as insatiable as she had said in her ad.

"My place.  The company has me staying in the Edgeworth Club downtown.  Ever
been there?" he asked.

"Nope.  I don't even know where it is.  You'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't sure what to say anymore.  He wanted
her badly, and he knew that she wanted him, but he didn'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'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' only mostly-gentleman'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.  "It looks like the club in  -~Trading Places'. 
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't care.

"I can'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.  "Think 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't matter.  "I 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.  "Look, 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.

They made it up to the room without further incident.  She was intoxicating,
but he was able to maintain some sense of decorum.  He would have liked to stop
the elevator and taken her right there, but he knew that the club probably had
security cameras in there, and he really didn't want his client to be
embarrassed by his behavior.  

The room was large and dominated by the king-sized brass bed.  It also had a
marble writing desk with his laptop on it, a brass-finished office chair, a
cozy leather recliner in one corner, and a cherry armoire, which housed the
television.

He glanced at the clock.  It was almost 1 am, and he had a presentation to give
to the client at 10 am, and he hoped that he would be awake to make it a good
one.  But he was not about to let this woman walk out of here until he had his
fill of her.  

He was amazed at the uninhibited way that she suddenly jumped onto the bed. 
"Are you coming?" she asked him coyly as she patted the spot next to her.

He perched gingerly at the edge of the bed, reached out and ran his hand up her
leg.  She wasn't wearing pantyhose or stockings, and he could feel her smooth
and silky flesh.  Her skin was so soft that he wanted to caress her all over,
and he told her so.  When he added the comment "And I can't wait to find out if
you taste as good as you smell," he watched as she blushed.  She actually
blushed!  The woman who brazenly told him in a bar that she was wondering what
it would be like to fuck him actually blushed!  He was fascinated.

He pushed her long skirt up above her knees and began to kiss her ankles.  He
slowly moved up her legs, trying to be fair to each one, licking and kissing
her shapely calves.  He could vaguely hear her moaning, and he smiled.  He
could feel his cock pushing insistently against his pants, but he ignored it. 
He had meant it when he said that he wanted to hear her beg him to stop.

Her thighs were curved and smooth like a fine violin, soft without being
doughy, and they cushioned him as he reached the spot between him that he
desired so much.  He looked up at her, and she was lying on her back now, two
or three pillows behind her head so that she could watch him, and enjoy the
sight of him between her legs as well as the physical sensations that he was
giving her.  Her face was prettily flushed, and her brown eyes seemed almost
black with her arousal.  She bit her full lower lip as he reached one long
finger out and lightly traced the gusset of her silky panties.  He leaned
closer to the origin of the tantalizing aroma of heated pussy, and looked into
her eyes as he slowly extended his tongue and briefly touched the wet spot that
was further proof of her passion.  She whimpered and shifted her hips towards
his face, as if trying to force him to press harder on her pleasure spot.  He
smiled.  He loved driving women insane with lust, and he rarely came across one
who seemed to get excited as quickly as this one.  He was planning on bringing
her to orgasm after orgasm before satisfying his own needs.

He slowly took the flat of his tongue and carefully licked what was now the
transparent stretch of fabric covering her pussy.  She tasted delicious, even
through her panties, and he decided that he needed to be closer to the source. 
He reached his hands around  the backs of her thighs, propping them up against
his biceps, and tugged on the satiny scrap of material separating him from what
he craved so much.  She helped by rolling her ass up, allowing him to draw her
panties down and off of her long legs.  She looked back down at him as he
focused his gaze on her treasures.  With her thighs up on his shoulders and
arms, he could see it all.  

She obviously trimmed her pussy.  The dark hair was short and seemed to provide
a frame for the pinkness of her inner lips.  He took the fingers of one hand
and pulled on the outer lips, noting how full they seemed to be.  That was a
good sign, he thought.  He remembered reading somewhere that a woman with full
pussy lips was full of passion.  As if he needed a book to tell him that about
this particular female!  

As he tugged on her outer lips, the inner pussy lips seemed to part themselves
for his gaze, and he could feel the incredible heat emanating from deep within
her.  He looked up at her face again, and saw that she was looking down at him,
eyes slitted with lust, and her tongue licking at her lips.  "Has anyone ever
told you what a beautiful pussy you have?" he commented to her, amazed and
pleased to hear how calm he sounded.  He didn't want her to know that he was
dying to bury his face in her and lick her until she was dry.  That wouldn't
have been part of his plan.  She giggled a little bit, and her eyes slid away
from his.  In fact, part of him wondered if she weren't blushing again,
although the flush of passion on her face hid that fact from him.

"Look at me," he commanded, and she opened her eyes and looked down at him.

He took both of his hands, and pulled her thick pussy lips apart, exposing the
pinkness of her most sensitive areas.  He once again deliberately and slowly
extended his tongue.  He bent his head closer to her, and his blue eyes clung
to hers as he once again took a slow lick of her pussy, but this time, directly
on her flesh.  He dragged his tongue from just below her clit down over her
slit, grazing her small hole there, and continued past it, to the sensitive
area between her pussy and her ass, lightly tickling her brown rosette and
stopped about two inches past it.  She was moaning now, but continued to look
into his eyes, as he closed his mouth and savored the tastes that were her
essence.  She tasted vaguely of soap, but that was overwhelmed by the
proverbial scent of a woman.  He then extended his tongue and once again
followed the path of her most intimate crevices, but in reverse this time, from
her ass to just below her obviously engorged clitoris.  He felt her hips jerk
down, as she tried to get him to touch her clit, but he just smiled and smacked
his lips.

He decided it was time to tell her what he wanted from her, so he waited
patiently, not touching her anywhere, except for his fingers, which still held
her exposed to him.  She stopped rocking back and forth when there was no more
friction on her pussy, and she opened her mouth to speak.

"Ah, ah, ah...." he admonished with a grin on his face.  "I think I am the one
who is going to do the talking here."  He watched as her eyebrows drew together
in confusion.  

"Huh?" she grunted in surprise.

He smiled again.  "I think it is time for me to tell you exactly what is going
to happen here."  He was glad he had his arms wrapped around her thighs as he
felt her jump and begin to tense up.  Her eyes had flown open wide, and she
seemed to be a bit frightened now.

"Calm down, calm down," he reassured her, with a quick kiss on her soft inner
thigh.  "I just want to prove to you that there is indeed a man who CAN keep up
with you.  And you are lucky enough to have found him.  In fact, he is right
here, between your legs.  I am going to eat you, baby, so thoroughly that you
are going to beg me to stop.  I am going to lick up every drop of your
delicious pussy juice, and savor every taste."  He was enjoying this.  He was
exciting himself by being crude, and he could tell by the way her thighs had
relaxed against him that she was enjoying it too.  "I am going to fuck you with
my tongue, and I want to feel you come with my face buried in you.  I want to
suck your clit until you can't stand it anymore and you squeeze these legs
around my face to keep me there while you come over and over again.  And when
you think you can't stand anymore, I am going to take my hard cock and fuck it
deep inside your tight cunt so that I can explode deep inside you and feel your
walls milk me as you come at the same time.  And then, when you think it is all
over, I am going to roll you over, and I WILL take you from behind, just like
the animals we both are, and fuck you so hard and so well that you are going to
beg me to never stop."  He smiled up into her eyes again.  "Now... how does
that sound?"  

He ended on a very matter-of-fact and almost casual tone, and he was thrilled
as he watched her face during his little speech.  Her eyes had seemed to slant
upwards at the outside edges as he spoke, giving her an almost feline look, and
unless he was mistaken, that was indeed a purr that he heard coming from her
parted lips.

"Hmmmm?" he asked as she refrained from answering him.

Finally, the purr stopped and she arched her back.  She reached down to her
ample breasts and pulled on her obviously erect nipples through the fabrics of
the dress and her bra.  His mouth watered at the sight of them, thinking how
large they must be if their aroused state was so apparent through the layers of
clothing covering them from his eyes.

"Please... lick me?" she asked him, surprisingly quietly, he thought,
considering her visible agitation.

He thrust his tongue out again, and tauntingly licked up one side of her lips
and down the other.  "Like that?" he queried, knowing that it was not quite
what she wanted.

"No," she moaned.  She inhaled deeply, and looked down at him as she teased her
tits even more, slightly twisting the nipples now. 

He gazed into her eyes.  "Tell me..."

She inhaled again, and shut her eyes.  He was surprised that she seemed almost
embarrassed, and he was about to take pity on her, when her eyes opened again. 
She reached down with one hand and twined it through his thick hair.  "Lick my
pussy.  Suck my clit.  Nibble on me.  Drink my juices down.  Tongue fuck my
cunt.  Just make me COME!"  As she spoke, her vocal volume increased until her
final plea was loud enough to make him wonder if there was anyone in the room
next door.

That concern fled however, as he leaned down towards her heat and buried his
face in her.  He couldn't get over how hot she was.  Hot and wet.  His tongue
slid deep inside her, and he felt the walls of her pussy try to clamp down on
its slipperiness.  His nose bumped against her clit, and he could hear her
moaning increase in volume.  He worked into an in and out motion, and then
sneakily took one of his hands off of her lips and began to rub that magic
button back and forth while he fucked her.  He could feel his cheeks getting
wet with her, and he loved it.  She tasted so wonderful, he thought he could
lick it up all night, and smiled to himself when he realized that he could
indeed do just that.  He glanced up at her face and saw that she had thrown her
head back, and was almost violently tugging on her nipples to increase her
excitement.  He swirled his tongue around inside of her narrow passage and he
felt her tense up.  He quickly took her swollen clit between his thumb and
forefinger, which was no small feat considering how slippery it was, and yanked
on it fiercely.  

She came close to screaming and her whole body froze.  Then, as he pulled his
tongue out of her, and quickly buried it back inside, he felt her climax.  The
walls of her cunt seemed to pull on his tongue, not wanting it to withdraw too
quickly.  The concept of what her orgasm would feel around his cock flashed
through his mind, and he felt his pre-cum dripping, with his manhood still
confined in his pants.  He struggled not to climax himself, so while he was
continuing his efforts with his lingual digit, he started to recite the
alphabet backwards.

Ever so slowly, he felt her body relax, although there were still some
aftershock contractions that surfaced from time to time.  Particularly, he
noted, when he would scrape the upper wall of her cunt especially firmly.  He
noted that for future reference.

When she had calmed down enough to look down at him, he pulled his face from
her sopping trench and smiled at her.  "Good one?"  he commented as he raised a
single eyebrow at her.

"Jesus... that was an INCREDIBLE one...." she panted, still slightly out of
breath.

"There's more where that came from, sweetheart," he told her as he looked down
at her fiery pink slit and went back to the task at hand.

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