PlusOne

  Plus One

  Cristal Ryder

  A girls’ night out for a pole dance workshop at her friend’s upscale sex club takes a wild turn for normally timid Karen. She knew what to expect, but not how far she’d be willing to go.

  Rob comes to Desire After Dark as a plus one. His only expectation is visual stimulation, not participation. But that soon changes when he spots the buttoned-up-to-there beauty hanging around on the sidelines.

  Thrown together, Karen and Rob find the sexual heat between them undeniable. Surrounded by twosomes and moresomes, they step on an unexpected and steamy path. But when another joins in, they have a plus one of their own.

  Plus One

  Cristal Ryder

  Acknowledgement

  Another story that wouldn’t be what it is without my critique partners and editor. Thanks so much Anya, Amy and Grace!

  Chapter One

  Karen viewed the room, a little surprised it wasn’t more intimidating. It was large and actually gracious. Not quite what she expected for a dungeon. A sex swing hung at one end, a rack standing at the other, and the spanking bench was in perfect view of the leather couches lining the wall.

  “And this is our dungeon,” Wendy told her and Jill, pride touching her voice.

  Karen’s heart raced a little faster when she noticed the bowls of condoms on the end tables. Evidence that she really was in a sex club. The old Victorian mansion had been beautifully renovated, preserving much of the architecture with antique mirrors gracing the walls. The dungeon was on the second floor, along with the coed locker room. She lagged behind Jill as they followed Wendy up the last flight of stairs to the third level. Where most of the play happened.

  At the landing, Wendy pointed out a window. The pool was below, glowing a lovely blue in the night. It was empty but the night was still early. The sounds of moans came from a room behind them. Curious, Karen turned and shock made her nearly stumble on her sensible black pumps.

  A woman in a pink room was getting oral. Karen followed the other ladies toward the open door and couldn’t look away. Wendy carried on explaining all the rooms around them as if there were nothing peculiar about the couple having sex in plain view. But then again, she supposed it wasn’t unusual considering where she was.

  When the guy chowing down on the chick’s pussy glanced up and made eye contact with Karen, she quickly looked away. But not before she saw the smile on his cheeks. She hurried to catch up to Wendy and Jill, feeling a flush burn up her face. The rest of the rooms were empty, which relieved Karen.

  There was a replica shaggin’ wagon she remembered fondly from her teenage years. With stickers from the 70s that said, “If this van’s a rockin’ don’t bother knockin’” and, “Don’t laugh, your daughter might be in here” stuck on open doors. That sure brought back a rush of memories.

  She smiled and followed Wendy into a bar with beautiful lighting. One wall had windows into the pink room, which she studiously avoided looking through. A pole on the raised stage was set off nicely with deep-purple draperies, surrounded by a few low cocktail tables and plush chairs.

  “Is this where the workshop will be?” Karen inquired, noting none of the rooms had doors.

  “We might, but first it will start downstairs at the main bar.”

  Since Jill was going to be the workshop leader, Karen asked to see some of her moves on the pole here.

  “Sure thing, baby.” She approached the pole like a lover, her hands fondling the chrome. Jill hooked her ankle around the pole in a sensual move and lifted herself to the top, falling back, red hair flying, her micro-miniskirt flipping up to reveal her muscular thighs and a black thong.

  The scene gave Karen a sharp premonition of the night to come. This wasn’t going to be an innocent pole dance class. Na-uh, not one little bit. It was going to be a whole lot more. A quaking began deep inside her. It was a mixture of excitement, trepidation and the beginnings of sexual arousal.

  “Okay, girlies, let’s finish up the tour downstairs. I need to get changed.” Wendy’s bubbly voice brought her back to reality.

  They followed Wendy from the bar and Karen couldn’t resist the urge to look in the pink room. Dude was still going at it and the woman’s moans were getting louder. Soon she would have her orgasm. Making Karen crave one as well.

  On the next level down, Wendy pointed out the coed lockers and towels again. “Feel free to change and store your stuff.”

  Downstairs, the bar was filling up with a variety of people. Now she knew the purpose of the towels. They were for the guys to wear. Karen took it all in and her gaze stopped on a couple next to the bar. The woman wore a barely there dress and the man only a towel. Karen glanced down and it wasn’t hard to miss the tenting at the front.

  Alrighty then. Karen’s nerves shot through the roof.

  Wendy ushered them through glass doors and she was greeted by a wave of heat that was close to suffocating.

  “There are more lockers, a steam room.” She opened the door and a wonderful aroma of eucalyptus rushed out at them on the moist air. “Over here are two more bathrooms, his and hers, the ones upstairs are coed. And—” She led them past the washrooms. “The indoor hot tub.”

  Soft, colored twinkle lights lit the cozy tiled corner and the water bubbled and frothed. She was sure many happy endings happened in that tub and raised her eyebrows, imaging the goings-on that took place in it. Karen wondered if she would get the courage to go in. She hadn’t brought a bathing suit with her so that only meant one thing if she did take a dip. A shiver rippled through her, leaving a lingering sense of excitement. She was getting turned-on and nothing had even happened yet. Was that a good or bad sign?

  Karen sucked in a deep breath and followed Wendy and Jill out the other glass door that led back to the bar—the coolness of the air a complete contrast to the sultry heat they just emerged from.

  “The pool is right up those stairs to our left.” Wendy pointed.

  Karen glanced up and saw more people in towels, mainly the guys, and the women had on slips of fabric that didn’t hide a thing. Their asses and pussies showing for all the world to see. And what’s with the high-heeled, sparkly shoes? Every one of them sported killer heels that she would never dream of walking in. She glanced down at her clothes and black pumps.

  She was way overdressed. Boring, in fact. The skirt and blouse she’d worn seemed awful bookish now and damn if she didn’t feel like a librarian. She hadn’t put her contacts in so she wore her glasses, and because she’d gotten home late from work she’d just retied her ponytail. An ugly duckling among the pretty swans.

  Well, she told herself, it wasn’t as if she had come here to find a man, or strip, or swim naked.

  “Tressa made some guacamole and there are snacks at the end of the bar. Drinks are on me.” Wendy gave Karen a little shove. “Go forth and enjoy.” Then she vanished up the stairs they’d only moments before come down.

  Karen made eye contact with Jill, who shrugged and strode to the end of the bar. Ordered a wine and dug into the food.

  “If I’m going to be teaching the pole dance workshop, and doing a lot of drinking tonight, I need to nosh,” Jill mumbled around a mouthful of nachos.

  Karen took a breath and reached for the baby carrots. “Wise woman.”

  * * * * *

  The sight that greeted Rob’s eyes couldn’t have been more angelic. Of the fallen kind. Women in various states of undress stood around the pole, swaying to the seductive sounds of the DJ. Each one waiting for her turn to strut their stuff.

  He didn’t know where to look first. At the women patiently waiting their turn, or to the small crowd gathered in little groups at the bar, or up the stairs behind him to the outdoor pool with quiet, dim corners for sex.

  He
swept his gaze past the first glass door to his right that showed two dudes reclined, their legs dangling in the hot tub, each with a woman’s head buried in his lap giving him a blowjob. Rob couldn’t take it all in. It was sensation overload. Tits. Ass. Pussy. Naked for him to boldly gaze at. If he wanted.

  He lifted his beer and took a swig from the bottle, when a movement from the second glass door, to the left of the hot tub one, opened. Through it came a completely naked, absolutely stunning woman. The mouthful of beer suddenly turned into a huge lump he could barely swallow. Her long, lustrous hair hung to her ass and a few strands fell over her shoulder, her breasts bobbing between the thick waves. Her belly was flat and firm and the small tuft of neatly trimmed dark curls pointed to her pussy.

  Keep it together, buddy.

  He couldn’t look away from her and let his gaze rove down to her bare feet and then back up her body to her face. She was watching him with a slight smile on her lips. Her dark gaze took hold of his and he was mesmerized. Rob noticed each inch of her. Her dark, mysterious, almond-shaped eyes tipped up slightly on the outside corners and sparkled in the strobing disco lights flashing from the pole stage. She walked toward him and her gaze fluttered down to his crotch. Ya, he had a boner. He’d had one almost the minute he walked into the place about thirty minutes ago.

  After Wendy took him on a quick tour, before she did her second one, they’d walked by the peek-a-boo room where a guy was going down on a blonde chick. He gave up trying to hold back his arousal.

  His cock had been on high alert and the chick didn’t seem to care she was being watched getting eaten. Her moans and cries rose and he could still hear her three flights down after they’d finished the tour of the old Victorian mansion.

  Now this fucking hot woman was coming his way. He’d be lucky if he didn’t blow it like a virgin. She approached and gave him a little wink then walked on past him. Rob’s gaze followed her. He couldn’t have been more shocked when she wrapped her arms around a short, plain, totally buttoned-down Asian dude.

  She’s with him? Fuck me.

  A shrill squeal of laughter came from the pole floor and Rob switched his focus. A tall, very shapely athletic redhead was hanging upside down on it while another woman in a bikini pulled the black micro-miniskirt over her ass. Upside-down Ginger had on a black thong that barely covered her pussy. The other woman slapped Ginger’s ass and then leaned in to swipe her tongue over the firm butt cheeks.

  “Holy fuck,” Rob murmured against the mouth of the beer bottle.

  “So, what do you think?” Wendy leaned in to him and whispered.

  “Fucking amazing.” He glanced down at her, his eyes zeroing in on her huge boobs cradled in some sheer fabric that pretended to be a bikini top. He tried not to look like a guy who had never seen tits before.

  She laughed and slipped her arm through his, pressing those magnificent breasts against his biceps. “I knew you would like it. So. What do you want to do?”

  How the hell did he know? He’d never been to a sex club before. This one was a little more exclusive. Upscale. Set in the heart of the city business district, in an old renovated mansion. It was the last thing one would expect to see. Wendy and her husband Conn were co-owners and he’d known them for years. She’d asked him to come a few times and because he was single, he had to be invited. No single guys allowed. Only couples and single ladies.

  He was their plus one tonight. Not that he expected to have sex with them, but was simply their tagalong and he was okay with it.

  Rob shrugged and finished the beer. Wendy signaled the cute bartender, who looked all of twenty, for another one.

  “Drinks are on me tonight, Rob. Tressa will take care of you.” Wendy handed him the beer and gave him a shove to the stairs. “Put your stuff in the locker. Wrap that gorgeous ass of yours in a towel, then go forth and play.”

  She went to the pole in a puff of exotic perfume and waited her turn as Ginger slipped to the floor. Rob couldn’t look away from Ginger as she rolled seductively from her belly to her back and rose with fluid grace. Her deep-red hair sparked in the lights and her black skintight dress was only slips of fabric gathered with a ring at her bellybutton. The gold hoop held the pieces together that fanned over her breasts and pussy, barely shielding them from view. His cock ached at this visual smorgasbord.

  When Ginger rose and walked off the floor, he let his gaze roam over her. Long legs, tanned and firm, he could imagine wrapped around his hips. She had on killer high heels that sparkled with gems. Glancing at all the ladies, he saw they had the same kind of shoes that showcased their legs. His gaze fell across a pair of black pumps. A complete opposite to all the rest.

  He was intrigued. What kind of woman wore shoes like that to a place with an obvious shoe focus? This woman was not scantily dressed either. Quite the opposite in fact. He hadn’t noticed her before. She wore a tight gray skirt that showed a curved thigh, plump ass. Her fitted long-sleeve dark-gray blouse had a plunging front and her breasts strained the fabric with a cleavage he could easily get lost in. She turned and his cock jumped with approval. She stood with a glass of wine in her hand, back to the wall, and watched the other ladies do their thing on the pole.

  Something about her intrigued him. Was it her dress, shoes or the chic black glasses she wore? Or the way she’d pulled her hair into a simple ponytail that swung down to the top of her back? She was out of place. And he wanted to know more about her.

  Sipping the wine, she smiled behind the glass and when the stunning, naked, dark-haired woman from earlier approached her and took her hand, Button-Down Girl shook her head and resisted. But the other woman wouldn’t let her off easy and took the glass from her fingers, setting it on the bar. She tugged her to the pole and lifted the other woman’s hands high until she grasped the pole three-quarters of the way up.

  The movement tightened the blouse across her back, showing the lush curve of her waist that lay hidden. The hem of her shirt rose, exposing the top edge of a tramp stamp. Holy fuck this woman was a mystery. She looked as if she didn’t belong, yet was here and had a tattoo. His cock jumped when the naked woman rubbed up and along the back of the mystery girl, her breasts flattening as she hooked a leg around the calf of Button-Down. The woman turned her head, ponytail swinging, and he saw a blush rush over her cheeks. The smile on her lips was wide yet looked a little nervous. Was this her first time here as well?

  He watched as they swayed around the pole. The naked woman flush to the mystery woman’s back, her hips snug and tight to the skirted ass. She was all sensual moves and swaying hips, grinding her bare pussy into the other woman. He couldn’t take his eyes off Button-Down Girl. The naked beauty lost her allure in the mystery of the other.

  A ring of women closed in on the pole and they shifted their positions until Rob lost sight of her. He craned his head to see and could only catch a glimpse of the top of her head.

  Someone grabbed his arm and pulled him aside. “Rob, come and see the pool. I didn’t take you out there earlier.”

  Wendy hauled him up the steps and he glanced back to the pole. She now stood with her back against the wall, her glass of wine acting as a shield. Cool night air embraced him and he turned his attention to a surprisingly large outdoor pool.

  What an oasis, where it seemed people could unleash their desires at the end of the day. He smiled, guessing that’s how the place got its name. Desire After Dark. Tall city buildings surrounded the high brick walls of the pool. Deep-blue lights glowed in corners, lighting the water with a mysterious aqua shimmer.

  “Nice, eh?”

  Rob nodded and walked to an alcove at the far end. Tucked in the corner to his right was a wide lounge couch with a few people on it. He couldn’t make anyone out, but the murmur of voices was low and soft.

  On the opposite side of the pool was another wide lounge that ran the length of the wall in an L shape toward the deep end. Pillows were scattered on it, but the lounge was empty.

  Looking ba
ck the way he came, Rob let his gaze slide over two couples snuggled in the pool. He couldn’t look away and watched them for a bit, enjoying the feeling of voyeurism. His jeans were becoming way too uncomfortable. He smiled, recognizing the benefit of wearing a towel slung around his hips like the other guys were.

  He spied another hot tub. This one at the top of the stairs he’d just come up. A few people were in it, holding wineglasses and laughing at some private joke. Café tables placed next to a wall had an array of shucked bathing suits and drink glasses sitting on them. Towels were tossed across the chair backs. Rob glanced up at the surrounding buildings. This sure would be a scene to watch.

  “Don’t worry. None of the windows give a view of the pool. See how they face the other direction?”

  He nodded. “That’s lucky. Not sure I’d be prancing around naked with all the world to see.”

  “Well, you can take it inside, you know.”

  A riot of laughter rushed up the stairs from the bar. “Come on. We’re missing the fun.”

  He followed Wendy back into the bar and was shocked how much the crowd had grown. Voices rose, competed with the music, and it was loud and chaotic. He looked for the woman who caught his eye earlier, but she had disappeared.

  At the corner of the bar two young couples stood with drinks in their hands. The girls were pulling at the towels of their guys and finally succeeded in getting them to hold them open. They held the towels wide and a few ladies at the pole crowded around to look and then cried out with delight at what they saw. Rob chuckled. This night knew no bounds.

  Chapter Two

  Rob found a stool with a bird’s-eye view of the pole. The other guys stood in a ring with women interspersed among them. He still couldn’t get over the lack of dress for the women. Many boobs bounced free of their very skimpy tops and he’d never seen more bare pussy that didn’t belong to strippers in one place.