Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I gawp at her.
“You mean, you’re going to a sex club?”
She nods.
“A secret sex club,” she emphasizes. “With an emphasis on discretion, as well as a good-looking, wealthy clientele. In fact, Roland was a member before he went to jail, although of course, the membership was put on freeze while he was behind bars. But after he got out, they let him back in, and we’ve been frequenting the club whenever I feel the need to be pounded. In all of my holes,” my cousin states once more.
My mind is buzzing because I can hardly believe what I’m hearing. Clearly, the women in my family give as good as they get because Tess has just unloaded some crazy news! But I jump on the opportunity.
“Does this Club Z have a branch out here, in Chicago?” I ask. “Is this a place where I could find hot, hung men to play with?”
Tess winks.
“Definitely,” she says. “I’ll put you in touch with my contact, and hopefully, you’ll be able to figure out where to go from there. I mean, if this Bruce guy is as wealthy and eligible as you say, then I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s a Club Z member already. Most rich guys are,” she says with a wink. “You’ll see.”
I merely stare at my cousin as she continues to detail the benefits of Club Z. Evidently, they originated in New York City, but have slowly gained a national following. Now, there are clubs in a couple major cities, and actually, Tess and her boyfriend want to visit a few of them and make a vacation out of it. But as she finishes her spiel, my cousin winks at me again.
“Keep me updated, okay, Carrie? Let me know how it goes with this guy,” she reiterates. “I mean, honestly, he doesn’t sound like he’s all that to me, but to each their own,” she says.
I mock-frown.
“Of course Bruce doesn’t sound like an incredible catch to you because you already have a handsome, hot billionaire who lets you fuck other men for fun! What could be better?”
“What could, indeed?” Tess asks, wiggling her brows at me. “But I have to go now. We’re actually hitting up the club tonight, so I’ve got to get myself all gussied up. Keep in touch, okay? Don’t be a stranger, girl!”
Then, with one last waggle of her fingers, my cousin logs off, leaving me in silence. Meanwhile, I blink, momentarily stunned. Is Tess going to follow through with a referral to Club Z? I think she will, which means that new vistas are opening because this could be a way for me to find my gangbang. A thrill goes down my spine as I envision being plugged airtight by a posse of handsome men. What will Bruce think?
But in a funny way, he’s already fading from mind because the thought of being surrounded by a circle of hot, hungry alpha males makes my pussy tingle, and suddenly, I know I’m going to find a way to make this scenario happen, Bruce Chapman or not.
CHAPTER 3
Casey
“Remind me why we’re here again?” I ask my buddies. “Seriously, aren’t we getting a little too old for this?”
“Fuck no,” James grunts. “I’ll never be too old for this shit.”
Brad merely shrugs.
“Club Z’s fine,” he says in a neutral tone. “Besides, everything comes down to the quality of the women, and I hear this place is on the up and up. It goes in waves, you know. Sometimes it’s Doublé that has the best girls, and sometimes it’s that place on the water. What was it called again?”
“The Circle,” I grind out.
“Right, the Circle,” he nods. “They’re new to the scene, but they definitely opened with a bang last month. It doesn’t matter though. For some reason, Club Z’s riding a wave at the moment, and the women here are the best. For now, at least.”
I nod, looking around the dimly lit lounge. It’s pretty much what you’d expect at any exclusive club in the city. Club Z owns a discreet building tucked away among the high-rises downtown, and it looks like any other tower in the city. But once you go upstairs, that’s when the difference becomes apparent because this isn’t just a social club. This is a sex club, and as a result, the women who work here are dressed in little to nothing. Not only that, but all sorts of debauchery goes down, and it’s not uncommon to see a man with his head buried between his date’s legs as she moans and creams, enjoying the public tongue-bath.
But still, my friends have a point. We’re good-looking guys and it’s not difficult to find women slavering at the mouth to date us. After all, as wealthy, successful attorneys, we’re catnip to a certain type of woman, and she tends to be skinny, blonde, and an inveterate social climber. Not that it’s so terrible, but I’ve thought about arming myself with a baseball bat before we go out on the town sometimes, just to fend off any unwanted advances.