Incest/Taboo Masturbation Club

And suddenly the dead had risen...

The sound of a bell ringing throughout the entire estate alerted Emily to the fact that there was only fifteen minutes left until midnight.

"People should start pouring back into the room now," she told us. "No matter where they are, or what they're in the middle of, no-one wants to miss this!"

Admittedly, Emily had my curiosity up. The excitement was obvious as sure enough, throngs of people began appearing from out of nowhere.

"Oh Anna, there's someone I want you to meet!" Emily told my wife. "See that tall good-looking brunette over there with the nice boobs?" Anna was nodding her head, "Well that's Jules, soon to go by Julie. She's having a sex change operation soon to complete the process."

Only then did I notice that 'Jules" had jewels. Or rather a cock and balls to go along with what even I had to admit were a nice looking pair of tits.

"Coming David?" Emily asked.

"Ah no, think I'll get myself another drink," I said begging off this one. "You two go right ahead," I said smiling weirdly towards my wife.

Emily escorted my wife over to me Jules/Julie, while I headed through the rapidly growing throng of people now gathering near the bar.

"Arnold?" I heard someone call out. But obviously the name didn't register. "Arnold...with a Q!" And then it did.

I looked up and only then saw Pete a few feet away from me, face beaming in a smile of recognition and delight.

So I walked over and shook cocks with him.

"Well old boy, haven't seen you all evening. Hope you've been enjoying yourself."

"Almost too much!" I laughed. " To be honest with you, I'm pooped!"

Pete laughed with me. "Yeah, these parties can be draining," he said clapping me on the shoulder. "If you know what I mean," he said still chuckling. "You'll need to learn how to pace yourself at these events. Took me quite a while to do that myself, sort of like being a kid in a candy store. I wanted to fuck every woman I came into contact with the first time, and was wiped out halfway through the evening. Now, I look some, do some, and cum some," he said enjoying his own joke. "But with all this nasty flesh available, it is hard trying not to sample everything. Which is why I now make it a point to never have fun with the same people two parties in a row."

I had to agree with old Pete on that one. That's exactly the way I felt, like a kid in a fucking x-rated candy store.

"You did save one for Samantha though right?" he questioned.

I'd almost forgotten. Looking at my watch I realized it was nearly midnight.

"Unfortunately, no. I think I'm just about cummed out for the night. Old Mr. Ever ready, Mr. Insatiable Cock here has finally done himself proud, and retired for the evening," I told Pete simply.

"Someone should have told you so you could have paced yourself," He confided honestly. "They should have told you about the Grande Finale!"

"Told me? Told me what?" I asked him. Even Mr. Sleeping cock lifted his head out of curiosity.

"You did meet her? Samantha?"

"How could I forget?" I thought. "Yes. Earlier this evening, in the game room."

"Ah yes, one of her favorite places. She love's creating naughty little games to play," Pete stated.

"Having seen her, I can only imagine."

Once again Pete slapped me on the shoulder, "Well, you can't even begin to imagine what it is you're about to see!"

And as if on cue, a bell suddenly began to toll, ringing in the midnight hour. I'd never made it over to the bar to get my drink. Looking fore lonely in that direction, I noticed in doing so that there seemed to be twice as many people here as there had been when we'd first arrived. The room was packed! I had never seen so many naked bodies standing around in one place before.

"David! David! Over here!" I heard Anna calling out to me. I began to make my way over to where she was sitting, which to be honest, wasn't easy. Squeezing through so many people as we all began clearing the floor was an interesting experience in and of it's self. It was near impossible not to bump, or rub against someone else as we all shuffled out of the way. But eventually, I managed to reach where it was that Anna was sitting waiting for me.

I'd no sooner taken my seat than the lights flickered on and off several times. As they did, the noise from the crowd immediately quieted, dying away.

Once again the lights dimmed, and remained so for a time. A spotlight suddenly lit up the very center of the room, and the remaining lights immediately went dark. Inside the circle of light stood a tall, ruggedly handsome white haired man.

"Oh my God!" Anna said under her breath. "Do you see that?"

It was John.

"Yes. We've met before," I told her.

"When? I never seen him until now," Anna said looking at me. "Oh," she said, figuring it out before I could answer. "You know your really going to have to tell me everything you've been up to on this trip," she admonished me.

I had no doubt at all that I would either.

The sound of John's voice quickly drew our attention back to him "Ladies and Gentlemen, on behalf of our host and hostess, I want to thank you all for joining us this evening." There was a brief smattering of applause before things quieted down so that John could continue. "But more importantly, to thank you for your participation in making Masturbation Club what it is today!"

A rousing crescendo of applause erupted then, and it took John a few moments to once again quiet down the crowd.

All I could focus on of course was that enormous dick hanging down between his legs. True, Jerry was big, but seeing John's cock once again, even in an obviously relaxed state, reminded me just how truly big the man really was.

"As you all know, we like to end our monthly little get-togethers with a special performance, by our hostess for this evening, or as she is affectionately known by each one of you as 'Sam'. But before we do, I have one or two quick announcements and awards to be given out for some of us here."

I saw someone walk over, handing John some sort of trophy along with what looked like a certificate of some sort.

"Dee-Dee Davis?" John called out, "Would you come up here and join me please?"

I watched as the cute little redhead who'd sucked my cock briefly stepped forward. She was literally covered in signatures, looking as though she were wearing tattoos. John leaned over speaking to her briefly, smiling.

"Not only has our little cock-sucking nymph here won the 'Most Cocks Sucked' contest, she has also broken last month's winner, Jackie Evans record, for the most pricks sucked in an evening. The new record is now...seventy eight!"

Again there was an outburst of applause, followed by several whistles and cheering.

"I wonder, is that our Jackie?" Anna whispered to me.

"Wouldn't surprise me," I answered back.

"And for that, she receives a check from the club in the amount of seven hundred and eighty dollars, along with this beautiful trophy of course!"

John handed Dee-Dee the check, along with a trophy depicting a woman kneeling before a man with his dick inside her mouth.

After the applause had once again died down, John spoke again. "We have one other announcement to make before we bring Samantha out." John looked at the card he was holding, smiled, placing his hand over his eyes to see through the glare of the spotlight shining on him and scanned the room.

"Are David and Anna still here?" he asked jokingly. "We have two presentations to award them," he stated still scanning the audience. "Anna actually won one of Samantha's contests earlier this evening, and won in doing so, the cash prize check of one thousand dollars! Anna?"

I had to pull her up out of her seat and push her forward across the floor into the spotlight. She soon stood next to John as he presented her with her check. I got quite a kick out of seeing John reach down to pet her pussy, and an even bigger one when Anna took John's mammoth prick in hand, shaking it 'thank you'.

"And finally, as you all know...every month we invite several of our most favorite clients to attend these functions. Earlier this evening, the voting membership convened and decided who this month's nominee's for membership into the club from those invited guests would be. And we're happy to announce, that David and Anna have been voted in as acting members of the club!

Both Anna and I were stunned. Presented with actual membership cards as well as framed certificates, we found ourselves as not just welcome guests or clients, but now as full-fledged members of the club itself. It was a little embarrassing to stand there having my cock shook in congratulations, though Anna didn't mind at all having her pussy cupped in front of a couple of hundred people.

As we headed back down into the audience, we were both greeted with several comments and congratulations on our acceptance, along with several more cock strokes, and pussy pats as we made our way back to our seats.

"And now...without further adieu' Ladies? Begin stroking your men!" John announced.

As the lights came back up, most every woman there was stroking a man's cock, ensuring that each would soon be sporting an erection.

"What's going on?" David questioned, more to himself than to anyone else.

"I have no idea," Anna added equally perplexed by the sudden flurry of masturbatory activity taking place.

But once again it was Emily to the rescue.

"Come on David, Anna. Up and at em, Time to put some life back into David's prick!" she coaxed saying.

"No way, I'm too done in. I think I'll just sit this one out and watch."

"I don't think so," Emily stated flatly. "Especially with you're just being accepted into the club. It's expected."

"What's expected?" I asked her.

"You'll see! May I?" Emily asked turning towards Anna.

"Be my guest, good luck," Anna laughed looking down at my still flaccid member.

Emily knelt down on the floor between my legs and began softly and slowly sucking my completely flaccid prick inside her mouth, taking it all in very easily. Maybe it was her lovely mouth doing lovely things to my wilted dick, or maybe it was the contrast of her beautiful coppery skin against mine, I don't know. But for whatever the reason, Mr. Comatose, suddenly perked his head up, rising to the occasion.

It wasn't the firmest or the stiffest hard on I'd ever had. But it was standing up at least so I didn't feel too self-conscious as I glanced about the room, noticing a sea of hard-standing pricks. When I did, I saw someone walking around holding out a 'Top-Hat' at that point, and watched as each and every man reached down inside, drawing out a hard plastic chip.

Some drew out white chips, moaned in obvious disappointment, and sat back down. Others, who obviously had drawn blue chips, either beamed excitedly, or in a few instances, shouted gleefully and expectantly with overwhelming enthusiasm and anticipation.

As the black velvet Top Hat came by, I prepared to reach inside, half hoping for a white chip.

"No need," the man told me. "You're automatically selected to participate," he stated passing me by.

All those having the blue chips were then instructed to make their way to the middle of the room.

"Go on David! That includes you!" Emily said grinning at me.

Anna turned towards her, wonder and curiosity clearly etched in her question, "I take it that what we're about to see and witness is something pretty special then huh?"

"Oh my yes!" Emily exclaimed. "Samantha's such a wonderfully impossible find; wait until you see what's in store for David now!"

I along with everyone else was instructed to lie down on the plush carpeted floor. We all did so, evenly spaced, forming a crude, nearly obscene looking pinwheel of erect throbbing cocks.

Once again the lights dimmed, then went dark. I was surprised that I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. I heard movement, the sound of someone landing somewhere in the middle of the circle of feet that had been created by our positioning as though they at catapulted themselves there.

In the next instant, strobe lights filled the entire chamber, and there was Samantha appearing dead center in the middle of the circle we'd all formed. At first, I couldn't even begin to fathom what it was that I was seeing. She seemed to be nothing more than a shimmering blur as strobe lights sparkled, lighting what must have been hundreds of metal flakes attached to every square inch of her body. She was stationary only for a moment, and then suddenly seemed to spring into the air, cartwheeling, or windmilling towards me.

Samantha propelled herself with such grace and ease, that any gymnast watching her would have been held in awe. Suddenly she was there, over me, and I felt my cock slip quickly inside her, and then she was gone! Cartwheeling off and towards the next human spoke in our wheel. I watched in abject fascination as she finally completed one full loop of the circle, the lights suddenly changing.

The room was now bathed in the same erotically deep blood red glow that I had experienced back in the game room. In the midst of the circle, Samantha once again appeared, only this time spinning like a top, what appeared to be some sort of hard-glass dildo impaling her as she rode it crazily in a wild circling blur of erotic red sparkles.

Samantha tumbled; expelling the toy she'd impaled herself with, tossing high in the air towards the crowd. In so doing, she landed perfectly upon the prick of the guy lying next to me, but rather than immediately extricating herself as she'd done previously, I watched with anticipation as she gave him a good half-dozen or so quick thrusts with her pussy before tossing herself sideways, landing perfectly upon me.

"Fuck!" I yelled, actually catching her smile briefly as she gave me the same six quick thrusts of her cunt before continuing on along her way.

Just before completing the circle on her way back around me, the crowd watched as she flipped, now planting herself prone on each man's chest. When it came my turn once again, I briefly felt her mouth capture me, her suction firm and strong, her very exposed pussy winking at me, then once again...she was gone.

Twice more she came by, twice more fucked then sucked, and then again the strobes of light began to pulsate to the rhythm of a wildly gyrating dance beat. Back in the midst of our circle, Samantha somehow managed to spring high into the air, a shower of thousands of metallic flakes suddenly descending from the ceiling to greet her. She literally disappeared amongst them when that happened, appearing as though having vaporized.

When the lights came up, she was of course laying within the circle, drenched from head to toe from her efforts, the roar of applause deafening.

I, like everyone else who had witnessed as well as felt her performance were stunned by it. Emily had been right of course, there was no way to explain it, one could only see it to have been able to believe it.

I finally managed to pick myself up from the floor, heading back towards where Emily and my wife stood anxiously waiting for me.

"Oh my God David! That was absolutely spectacular! You should have seen her from where we were standing!" Anna told me. "Though I'm sure, you had a pretty interesting look at her too from where you were at!"

I could only nod my head yes, still slightly overwhelmed by it all. "She really is amazing," I finally managed to add.

The sound of a man's voice speaking over the microphone once again hushed the crowd down.

"That's Jack, Samantha's husband and our host for the evening," Emily said pointing him out.

Even I had to gasp. "You're kidding me!" I exclaimed, shocked at what I was seeing.

I'd thought both John as well as Jerry, 'The Hulk', to sport two of the biggest pricks I'd ever seen. Even they were nothing in comparison to the schlong hanging down between Jack's legs. And even more amazing, he wasn't even hard, though I wondered briefly if he ever really could be. His penis looked like a third leg, swinging to and froe as he stood commenting on his wife's outstanding performance.

Tearing my eyes away from the man, I glanced towards Anna almost laughing when I did. Her mouth was open, as was nearly every other woman there who also stood, eyes transfixed on his hypnotically swinging dick. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began speaking once again. "It is now time for the culmination of the evening...or what we the members affectionately call, 'The Masturbatory Dance!"

I was still wondering what it was that was happening. The lights now turning an emerald green color, when Emily who was standing beside me, suddenly took my hand, pulling me down onto the floor along with her. As she did, I noticed someone else had taken my wife's hand, doing the same thing.

"Welcome to the dance," Emily purred.

Everywhere I looked, everywhere I turned, couples lay side by side, some in clusters, playing and masturbating one another. Men with Men, Women with Women, it mattered not with whom or whoever it was.

Lust filled sounds filled the entire chamber, moaning and groaning of every possible magnitude.

I glanced over in the general direction that I had earlier last seen Anna. She was nowhere to be seen, obviously awash in the sea of massively writhing bodies that seemed to form a wall-to-wall carpeting of hot naked flesh.

I had known of course that Emily and I had started this erotic dance together, her hands playfully and so wonderfully touching and caressing me. My hands busily caressing and stroking her pussy until another pair of hands grabbed me, forcing me to roll over towards them. I reached out, felt another woman's cunt, brushed a breast as someone crawled over my head burying their hand inside Emily's cunt. I latched on to an extended nipple, sucking it, felt another pair of hands joining those already stroking me, and succumbed to the mind-numbing pleasures I was feeling.

It was as though floating in a sea of flesh. Hands grasping, groping, reaching. Breasts abundant, pussy's flowing. It became a disoriented display of wonder and disbelief. Some women I knew, other's I did not. Women crawled over me, beside me, lingering briefly, touching, and moving on. I felt a continuous exploration of hands touching my body; my balls were cupped, petted. My cock stroked, licked, sucked and teased. Soft breasts slithered atop me, some of which parked them selves wantonly against my mouth, allowing me to suckle them briefly in some cases, lazily for long periods of time with others.

And always the sounds of slippery, frothy juices being played in and played with all about me, accompanied by a myriad of moans and groans as people continued to pleasure one another. And then came the sweetest most intensely pleasurable sounds of all. Like a rolling wave it began, slowly at first, then with ever increasing speed. A tidal wave of orgasmic proportions suddenly began to fill the air as individuals, singularly, and then in tandem with others, all simultaneously began cumming together.

Moans turned to screams of pure pleasure. Groans, deep rooted and heavy, called up in a low voiced uttering to reach levels of high-pitched squeals and thundering explosions of orgasmic spending.

Raindrops of cum could be felt, both from men and from women. Like standing outside in a warm summer's sprinkling shower it began. I felt droplets on my arms, legs, and sometimes even on my face.

One moment, sweet pixie faced Jenny was above me, her pussy gushing, flowing as she rubbed it against my body, I felt her squirt, her female cum-cream bathing the side of my face and chest with a perfumed musky, erotic scent, and then she too was gone, washed away into the massive sea of flesh.

I felt my own cock lurching, someone pulling it perfectly, knobbing the head just the way I liked it. I felt the sperm boil deep inside, felt it rushing up the length of my shaft as I prepared to empty it most pleasurably into the waiting mouth that so expertly sought it. Fighting through the flesh above me, I managed to raise my head, wanting to see the person whose lips were at that very moment accepting the bloom of sperm that was gushing forth from my prick. She smiled at me, mouthing the words as she accepted my pleasures.

"I love you honey," Anna spoke, forming the silent words.

Later, much later, we were once again in the limousine winging our way home. It was three thirty in the morning. I felt like I was still in a daze of pure sexual exhaustion. Yet somehow, every nerve ending of my entire being seemed to be alive with electrical sensitivity and lingering excitement.

Anna must have been feeling it too.

"David?"

"Yes?"

"Fuck me! Fuck me now, on the way home!" Even I was surprised. Mr. Ever-Ready, Mr. Insatiable, and now...Mr. Impossibility, wanted to fuck her every bit as much as I did.

It had been a boring two weeks to say the least. David was looking forward to getting back to San Diego to finish up some business, but that wasn't the only reason he was looking forward to going back of course.

Things had certainly been better at "home" too. But David had to admit to himself that there was something uniquely special about meeting perfect and total strangers, masturbating them or in watching them masturbate. And of course, in having total strangers play with him as well. The whole concept was simply too erotic for words, and held a certain "naughty" edge to it that David really enjoyed.

When he was sure of his upcoming schedule, and had the very "few" actual work appointments all solidly arranged, he called Emily, anxious to hear her voice on the phone once again.

Masturbation Services! He heard her melodic southern voice saying over the phone.

Emily..............David didn't even need to finish.

David! Emily near shouted into her side of the phone line. She actually sounded both excited and pleased to be hearing from him.

I was hoping you'd call back soon. Ever since the "Party", several of our "Partners" have indicated that perhaps you might enjoy doing business on the other side of the fence so to speak.

Gee Emily, I don't know. I was the one that basically could be pretty careful about what I wanted before, now I'd be the one trying to please someone else's wishes instead.

There was brief silence on the line and David thought to himself just how silly that concept actually sounded.

What would it involve? He finally questioned, breaking the silence.

Emily laughed then easing the tension a little.

It's not like you might wonder about David. You'll still be able to decline or accept any Client request that might be offered you. After all, we do have a considerable list of available and willing Partners. The fact that you were even suggested as an "addition" came as quite a surprise to me.

David thought about that for a minute, and quickly agreed to both him self, and to Emily that the idea was certainly appealing.

You remember, there isn't "any" money in it for you. Emily stated. You can't even accept any tips. That's very important. It keeps the whole concept of the club legal.

For our Partners, it's simply an additional outlet of some personal fun and excitement. The fee's that are collected are what go towards the cost of throwing those lavish Partnership Party's. Just in case you were wondering. Emily added.

So you aren't salaried? He asked.

Nah darlin', I'm not. I do it for nothing more than the fun of it. I even take a few appointments myself when things get busy, but I really enjoy going to the Party's, so that's "my" payment for working the phones for the Club.

David decided to go for it at that point. He gave Emily his pager number, and she gave him a very specific ID code that would appear on it whenever his services were requested. He also included his Itinerary for his upcoming business trip so that Emily would be able to more easily work around it.

What about really late night hours, or early morning hours? She asked.

He could understand the late night appointments well enough, but was uncertain about the really early ones.

Who on earth would want to schedule an appointment at five in the morning? He asked Em.

Once again he could hear her laughing before replying back to him.

David, you'd be surprised how many "early" morning requests we actually do get. We have one customer that has been "jogging" nearly every morning before going to work. At least that's what his wife believes he's been doing. He meets one of our Partner's on a fairly frequent schedule as they "both" jog towards one another in the park. They meet up, usually at some designated place underneath a tree or something, he takes his dick out, she strokes him, gets him off, and then they're both off in opposite directions to complete their jogging. It works out great for our Partner, because she does run every morning anyway, and works out great for the Client, because he's getting some much needed exercise, and now has a "reward" waiting for him because of it.

Damn Emily. Talk about a great Public Service. Too bad Clinton's still not the President, if someone were to mention a great way to get America's citizen's back into shape again, he'd have Federal Funding appropriated for Masturbation Clubs popping up in every State of the Union.

You know, we "do" have a couple of Senator's as Clients.

Then David laughed. Never mind Em. Though it would put a whole new twist on President Clinton being the father of our Cunt-ry. Wouldn't it?

Da - vid! She said, drawing his name out. You really are a very naughty boy aren't you?

More than you could possibly imagine Em. See you in two weeks then kiddo.

I'll call you David, as soon as I have something.

They said good-bye to one another, and then David went into the bedroom to get ready for bed. Actually, to get ready for Anna because she was lying there playing with herself when he walked in.

How's Emily doing? Anna asked him as he approached her with his already hardened penis sticking out in front of him. But she didn't wait for his reply, and added.

You know....part of "our" deal is you come back and tell me in great explicit detail all of your adventures. And I will of course tell you all about mine too!

Gee Anna, I didn't know there was a Club located anywhere near where we live. He chided teasingly.

Oh? Didn't you know? I'm opening up a branch office here.

I bet you would too.

In a New York minute! Anna said. Now....come watch me play with myself.

Two weeks later David had arrived at his hotel, checked in, and had gotten one of his three appointments already taken care of. Emily had known of course what his schedule was already, so he wasn't surprised at all when only an hour after he'd gotten back to his room, she paged him.

You ready? She asked.

In a San Diego minute! He responded.

What?

Never mind, it's a long story anyway.

I'm sure it is.........she continued, anyway, we have a Client who is in town on business for two days. She's an Executive on some Financial Board that she belongs to, here for a Seminar. A friend of hers convinced her to give "us" a try. All things considered, I thought this one might be right up your alley. It will be pretty laid back, nothing too kinky that you can't handle for your first time out on the "other-side".

The way Emily said that, David got a quick fleeting image of sitting around in a room wearing a Negligee, and having a number posted on his forehead while "Clients" tried to decide whether or not he was good looking enough to chose him in the first place.

I don't know Em.......you sure?

David. You'll do just fine. Don't worry about it. This particular client isn't looking for some hot stud, just the opposite in fact.

Gee. Thanks Emily.

That's not what I meant and you know it. She's a very respectable and professional individual. It's "imperative" that any association with you over the next two or so days doesn't give any "hint" towards impropriety, or some sexual liaison taking place at all.

In fact, you will probably find her a bit illusive in the beginning anyway. But that was also apart of her request. She doesn't want anyone pushy, but does want someone who will be patient and willing to go at whatever speed she is comfortable with. Personally, I think this is the best "break-in" Client that could have been possibly arranged for you.

David had to agree. And he liked the idea of things going sort of slow. After all, that did tend to make things even more exciting in the long run.

So when do I go to work? He asked.

She gave him the name of a Hotel Bar.

Just sit at the bar. She said. You'll know her when you see her, and take things from there. It's a "no-plan's" appointment, and she has the right of course to end things whenever she may feel inclined to do so. This may end up being nothing more than a "quick" Hi how are ya meeting. So don't be too surprised if nothing happens. But! Emily stated with a major exclamation point. Don't give up too easily either. You'll know if it's to go on or not, just use your intuition and common sense to be your guide.

Oh...and just in case you "need" to know her password identity, she'll introduce herself as Shelly with a B.

David arrived several minutes early for his appointment. He was nervous, and right now more than anything else he felt he needed a drink to calm his nerves down.

Shit! I haven't felt this giddy since fucking High School! He thought to himself. Ever since that time out behind her parent's house when she finally let me see and feel her tits.

He equated that very same feeling of excitement to the one he was experiencing now, and even sitting at the bar, as nervous as he was, he was already beginning to experience the re-emergence of that Mild Mannered buddy of his, Cunt Kent. And if he got anymore excited thinking about it sitting here, he'd have to go into a phone booth soon and change his shorts or he'd end up with a fucking wet spot the size of the Pacific Ocean on the front of his pants.

David was still talking to himself, and his prick when he caught the approach of two women heading towards the bar out of the corner of his eye. Emily hadn't mentioned anything about two women, so he dismissed them as they sat down leaving only one empty barstool between them.

He was positive however that one of the two women had definitely looked at him, a hint perhaps of possible recognition or wonder if "he" was the one waiting for her?

She did fit the general description. She was definitely "professional" looking. Somewhere in her mid to late fifty's maybe early sixty's though she certainly didn't look it. She was wearing a business Pant's Suit of sorts. And couldn't help but notice that it did have a semi low cut "V" shaped opening that continued in an overlapping continuance of the lapel that ended in the tucked in waistband of her slacks.

He sat watching the two women conversing. Couldn't help but notice how as she sometimes moved, that "opening" of her Jacket top would "puff" out slightly, and reveal what was obviously a nicely molded well rounded, and more importantly even, "bare" breast.

David was still unsure however that this was his expected Client. They were early as well too if it was. So he couldn't really take the chance of getting involved conversationally with someone else in the event it wasn't her.

The unexpected opportunity came when the other woman began rummaging around in her purse for a match. She was holding a cigarette with one hand, fishing around, when David scooted over the one seat separating them and lit his lighter for her.

Excuse me. He said. Let me light that for you.

He wasn't even looking at the woman who's cigarette he was trying to light, but the woman sitting directly next to him now as he leaned across her to offer her "friend" the lighter.

He wasn't even sure of the Proper Protocol for this situation either, after all he was here under an alias, every bit as much as his "Client" would be as well. And if she were in fact his expected appointment, would she dare use her Password Code Name with an unknowing, unsuspecting associate or co-worker sitting next to her?

Being a "Rookie" David broke his first rule.

I'm sorry. My name's David Edwards he offered in greeting to them both, though he continued to look into the attractive face of the women whom he thought was perhaps trying to hide a small smile.

She leaned back slightly, and David was afraid he had perhaps invaded her "space" or something, his impromptu attempt at trying to be a Night in Shinning Armor come to offer the Damsel in Distress a light for her cigarette.

And then he realized he hadn't even held it close enough to the other woman yet to even get a light from it.

She had simply moved in an attempt to let her "friend" have easier access towards leaning in a little farther towards David and his wavering little flame.

And again, David re-associated another past experience as well when a girl he had had a crush on finally allowed him to show her his "little-boy" prick as she'd called it, and had run off laughing afterwards. David's own internal flame seemed to extinguish itself considerably at that point, just as he finally got the cigarette lit.

Thank you. He heard the other woman finally comment.

Pleased to meet you, my name's Judy, and this is my friend...........

Shelly. The woman who was still looking at him interrupted, introducing herself to him before her friend could have done so for her.

Shelly. With a B.

David was at least relieved to know that his "appointment" in fact was sitting next to him at the bar so he didn't need to worry about looking around for anyone else either. And the fact she was very attractive looking, and had that "damn" tit peeking top on, which was driving him crazy with desire to see it, didn't hurt either.

David quickly ordered the three of them fresh drinks, and they continued chatting and getting to know one another a little bit better.

So what is it you do for a living David? Judy asked him. And he thought he saw that sly little smile suddenly curve the edge's up around Shelly's lips as he looked towards her before once again looking over to Judy before answering.

Oh, I'm in sales. He announced in a broad-based kind of reply.

Oh? One of those "pushy" salesmen types? Shelly teased by the sound of her voice as she asked him.

Oh no. Not at all. I have a service; I offer that service and explain it. If the Client likes what it is I have to offer, or to show them, then they make up their own mind about it without any further input from me.

Doesn't sound like you'd get very many "sales" that way? Shelly stated.

Normally, perhaps not. David continued, getting into the "game" now as he did.

But the product speaks for itself.

He actually chuckled at that one too. How many times had he had conversations with his "cock" and had found himself answering for it as though it indeed did have a mind and voice of its own.

Shelly laughed as well, but obviously not at what it had been that David was thinking about.

So, you're more of a Show and Tell salesman then huh?

More show....a lot less tell. He shot back.

And then, so what is it you do for a living? He questioned. Once again breaking rule number 2 all in the same evening. Don't ask "specific" questions about a client's personal or business life, Emily had cautioned him earlier.

Oh, I'm in the investment business you might say. Financial planning, new business prospects. That sort of thing. Right now I'm looking at a new club that's just recently been opened over the past few month's. It might prove to be interesting. I'll have to see if it's worth investing in, or recommending to anyone else to have a look at before I put can really commit myself to anything.

Now it was David's turn to smile.

I hope you won't be disappointed.

I don't think I will be. Too soon to tell yet though. I'll just have to wait and see how things come out in the end.

David was glad he'd just placed his drink down on the counter. It wouldn't have won any points to blow Scotch through his nose.

Shortly after that, Judy excused herself by stating that for her, it was late, and that with meetings tomorrow, she wanted and needed to get an early start.

Although it was just a little after ten o'clock, in the evening, and still early in some settings, the mere fact that Shelly might be seen sitting here at the bar with a strange man immediately came into play. There "were" other associates in the bar as well, one or two of which had stopped by to say hello to Shelly and Judy occasionally.

Well, I probably need to call it a night as well. She stated, to what David thought to be a bit louder than what was necessary. But he also assumed perhaps that the "initial" meeting was perhaps over with for the evening.

She sat up, stood before David and offered him her hand. He clasped it, and felt the small tiny piece of paper that she had placed there.

He shook her hand, bid her goodnight and watched her as she slowly walked away towards the lobby of the Hotel.

David turned then, unfolded the note, holding it away from any prying eyes and read it under the lip of the counter on the bar.

Meet me in five minutes by the elevators in the lobby.

Was all the note said. But it was enough. Obviously, Shelly with a B had already prepared her note earlier in the evening. No doubt, had she not been interested, the evening would have in all likelihood ended right then and there. That was "her" out. By having given him the note, she'd made it clear that she was at least still interested. Even so, David had learned in the brief time they had spent together that she enjoyed the subtle, flirtatious game they'd been playing. To rush anything faster than the pace which had been set might upset the game. However, it didn't mean the game wasn't supposed to progress to the next level either. He just needed to find out what that next level was.

Five minutes later he entered the lobby, saw her standing next to the elevator doors, and then as if on cue, the doors opened. He walked swiftly, caught her and the doors just before they closed.

Thought you weren't coming. She said once again in a tone he wasn't sure wasn't half flirtatious teasing, and half serious when she'd spoken the words.

Mr. Ever-ready twitched in David's pant's them, reminding him what he was here for.

Ah yes....the game's A foot. He thought to himself. Then laughed out loud unexpectedly. Well not quite actually that big, he responded to himself once again just as quickly.

Shelly of course had taken is laugh as his having caught her innuendo, for which it had indeed been given.

Thankfully he remembered what she had said too.

It's all I've been thinking about since I first met you. He boldly offered her by way of reply.

Oh? I'd have sworn it was my tits you've been thinking about. She shot back. I think I caught you staring at them several times this evening.

Only then did David notice that she had "card-accessed" one of the Penthouse suites located on the thirtieth, top floor of the building. They were just passing the fourth floor now.

Well, from the little bit I "could" see, I'd have to say you definitely have rather lovely looking boobs.

And you'd like to see them of course?

Of course.

I don't know. We've only "just" met after all. Perhaps if you offered something back to me in recompense for my showing you? She left off saying.​