Down the Stairs

[wickedpen]

Being new to town and not having any friends work was my outlet. It was my first job after college and the recruiter said "you will love Kansas!" He was cute and I wanted a job and freedom so I took it. Region sales representative turned into a cubicle and taking orders for chemicals.
My boss was old and married but there were a few people my age. They were not the warmest people in the world. I over heard one Friday a conversation about the "Red Door". It sounded like the bar to go to in this small town. I have never been much of a drinker but I was alone in a strange town and to be honest, missing the fun of college.
After work I went to my apartment and debated if I should go. My pant suits from the office, although flattering would not do for a night out. I went into my closet and pulled my old go to jeans. It was Kansas, not like my leather mini skirt and fishnet stockings would do anything but get me arrested. It was a warm spring night and I pulled on a snug U of M tee shirt. I did my makeup subtly and pulled my shoulder length blonde hair back into a pony tail.
"A casual night out" I said to myself as I looked in the mirror.
I could not believe how nervous I was. I had been out a million times and these country yokels would be nothing compared to the Sigma Nu Seniors.
I pulled a Bud Light from the fridge and opened the pack of Camel Lights. After three weeks of Ms Business it felt good to let my hair down.
I sat on the deck of my apartment and smoked and drank the beer slowly. I pondered if I would meet somebody tonight.
I waited till nine and headed downtown having found the address online. I parked my new car a few blocks away and walked in the warm night air.
The address was a brick building with no windows. There were stairs down to a red door with a naked light bulb above it. Foreboding does not begin to cover it. The street was empty and I was nervous, but I stepped down and went to the door.

 

[garajd]

OOC: Darren Fleming, 42, divorced, business owner with clients all over the Midwest . . . don't know how I ended up with this client in the middle of Kansas, but here I am.
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After dinner at one of the local diners, I still had the entire evening facing me . . . and nothing to do. As my server dropped off the check, I asked if there was any excitement to find in town. She didn't answer, but when she came back to clear the table, she slipped me a small of paper with "Red Door" written on it with an address. Nothing else was said, just a sly smile. Dropping a $20 on the table, which more than covered the bill and a generous tip, I went back to my motel and changed into jeans and a knit shirt . . . can't be anything in this town requiring more than that.

Asking the guy behind the desk for directions, he gave me a look that let me know this was no ordinary "bar" . . . but gave me directions. "Enjoy yourself," was his final comment.

Still not sure what I am heading into, but since this is not a big city, I figure there can't be a whole lot of trouble to get into in a club.

Finding the place, I park my Jeep, and walk down the stairs to that red door with a bare light bulb. The door is locked, but opened after I am viewed thru a peephole. Once admitted, I come to a counter, "$10 cover for gentlemen." I pay up and head inside, grab a beer at the bar and find a table in the corner and start looking over the crowd . . . mostly couples, but a few unattached men and ladies . . . mostly younger than my 42 years, but still here and alone.

Where will this evening lead?

 

[wickedpen]

The door opened before I even tried the knob. It was dark but what bar isn't? I walked in and to the bar. Nothing seemed unusual really. I saw no one I knew which I was happy about. I walked to the bar excited with the heads of most of the men taking me in as i walked and ordered a beer.
"You know where you are miss?" the matronly bartender asked. She was older but has a crew cut and wore a black tie and black shirt and black pants.
"I think so, why?" I asked as I handed her a ten.
She rang up the beer and turned back with my change. "I guess you will find out." she said and went to another patron.
Almost on queue a man appeared on the small stage across the room. He wore a black suit and shirt with a red tie.
"Gentlemen! Tonight we have a special treat. Audra and Kevin!" he said introducing what I assumed were a musical act. I drank my beer which tasted delicious. It felt so good to be out and not worried about work.
Next to me a man suddenly began kissing his date passionately. He was practically humping her against the bar. I walked away and noticed a lot of people making out then the lights on the stage came up and the curtain pulled aside to reveal a circular bed. Standing next to it was a beautiful African American woman. Probably in her thirties with short hair and an athletic body. The man on the opposite of the bed was white and built. He was well hung as well. I was shocked and excited.
"lock the doors!" Boomed through the bar as I watched the couple crawl on their knees onto the bed facing each other. She reached out and took his cock and began to rub it, although somehow it remains only semi hard.
I suddenly realized I was standing in the middle of the room gawking at the scene. I saw an unoccupied table and took a seat. My beer was nearly gone as I watched them fondle each other. I was incredibly horny. I had never been to a strip club or anything like this. the closest thing I could relate tot his was watching my roommate in the dark as a freshman when we shared a single room.
I was about to leave as I put my empty beer on the table and lit a cigarette.

 

[garajd]

Looking over at the table where a single young lady was seated. The look on her face tells me this is not what she expected when she came to the "Red Door" tonight. As she lights a cigarette, as least she plans on staying for a while; still, the nervousness shows by the way her hand shakes when she takes the cigarette from her mouth and rests it in the ashtray on the table.

Noticing her beer, I get a couple from the bar and walk to her table, "Looks like you could use another one of these?" Without asking, I slid into the table across from her. "First time here?"

 

[wickedpen]

Looking up at the stranger she is surprised.
"Uh yeah, I am new around here" she stammers. "Wan't really expecting this" she said glancing at the stage where the performers we now still on their knees but now kissing without touching anywhere else.
Turning back to the stranger now seated at the table.
"Thanks for the beer, but I was about to..." she stops herself. "He is almost as old as my father" she thinks to herself. He eyes don't know where to go as she looks away from the stranger she goes to the man on the stage now fully erect trying to push his tongue down the woman's throat.
She takes the beer and holds it up towards the stranger "cheers!"

 

[garajd]

"Cheers. I'm Darren. In town for a few days for some business meetings. The server at the diner gave me this place as entertainment in this town. So here I am."

Reaching over and placing my hand on top of yours, "If you want to leave after this beer, I'll walk out with you so that you don't feel like every one is watching you."

We can hear more sounds of arousal . . . . not just on stage, but from the booths and tables around us.

 

[wickedpen]

"Yeah, Darren, it is nice to meet you but this place is too much for me." she said as she got up. Her tee shirt left little for his imagination as her high beams were clearly on. She noticed and blushed but thankfully the darkness of the club covered that.
"Maybe I will see you around" she said and headed for the door. At the door stood a giant bearded man. He growled over the sounds of the club "no exit or entry during the performance." She smiled nervously and returned to the table where Darren sat watching her. She was amazed to see people having sex in the booths and at the bar. The bartender looked at her sympathetically.
"I guess we are here for a while" she told Darren leaning over to his ear. She became aware of how turned on she was in this room full of sex.

 

[garajd]

As you slide back in next to me, and lean into tell me that we are here for a while, I just nod and sit there, feeling you slide just a bit closer. Although it is dark in here, except for the spotlights on the stage, when you walked back to the table, your hard nipples were fully on view against your t-shirt, obviously no bra . . . so you may not be quite as innocent as you want me to believe.

As the sex around us get a bit more heated and vocal, the couple on stage move past the kissing and arousing stage. The guy lies on his back on the bed, fully erect with a 8" cock, fully erect and in the spotlight, dripping pre cum. The young lady stands and straddles his hips, running her fingers between her pussy lips, and starts to lower herself.

 

[wickedpen]

Catching my drool before it runs out of my ooen mouth I look away.
"Jesus I had no idea" I say laughing uncomfortably.
"IS this what you are into?" I ask cringing at what that sounds like.

 

[garajd]

"I had no idea what this place was like before I got here. I was just given the name of the place and address and decided to give it a try. Now that I'm here, I might as well enjoy the show."

Sliding my hand under the table on onto your thighs, "Personally, I'm not into sex for others to watch,, but in here, it's kind of hard to avoid. Not just the stage, but everything going on in the booths around us."

Waiting to see how you react to my hand, but you still sit close to me, "Need another beer?"

 

[wickedpen]

Unsure if it was the beer or the weeks of celebacy or the room full of people fucking, whatever it was his hand felt exciting.
Now she was no slut and had only fantasized about older men but what could she do. His words of an offer ran through her head as her mouth spoke as if unattached.
"I think is something else I would rather wrap my hand around" as her hand slid to his lap. His cock was rock hard and big. She held his eyes until he looked down and watched her hand quickly fish his cock out of his pants.
"Do you want another beer?" she said now pressed up next to him stroking his cock.
She looked up on the stage and man had moved on top of the woman and was feeding his cock to her mouth.
"Oh god" she moaned.

 

[garajd]

Damn, that caught me by surprise!! Wasn't sure how you would react to my hand on your knee and now you have my cock in your hand. Sliding my hand under you t-shirt and up to your full tits, finding a hard nipple that has been poking against the material.

Looking around I see that everyone in the club is in some sort of sexual action, from deep kissing and caressing, some cock sucking going on, even one guy has his girl on the table, eating her pussy, and anything else you would want to partake in.

Using both hands, I lift your t-shirt up and over your head, exposing two very nice breasts . . . probably a nice B, maybe even a C cup . . . both topped by hard nipples just begging to be sucked on.

 

[wickedpen]

"I can't believe this" She sighs feeling the wonderful feeling of his mouth on her tits. her hand pulling on his sizable cock. Scanning the room she sees someone from work. A man from another department she has a weekly meeting with is receiving a blow job in a booth. He smiles and nods then stiffens and appears to cum.
"Do you want me to suck it?" she pants as her body is on fire and wants more. Looking up a the stage the woman is now facing the room with her hands on the bars of the bed with the man fucking her slowly from behind.
"I can't believe I am doing this" she says loudly before getting on her knees and taking his cock into her mouth. Licking and kissing then quickly taking half of it into her mouth and sucking hard on it. His hands on her head guiding her and controlling her pace. She can taste his precum already. She knows he is not going to last long and will take his full load.
"I have to know" she thinks and fights his hand looking up at him.
"Are you married?" she pants. her hand still stroking his cock wet with her saliva.

 

[garajd]

"Divorced . . . "

Guiding your head back down to my cock, I gasp as your take me once again in your mouth, almost swallowing my entire length. I can feel the tip of my cock at the entrance to your throat, your tongue swirling around my hard shaft in your mouth. Thrust my hips forward, I feel my balls bounce against your chin . . . and hear a slight gag from you.

"Fuck, Robin, I'm going to cum!"

 

[wickedpen]

Taking your verbal queue she start long hard bobbing motions sucking continuously. She wants to taste it. She wants to give the pleasure she knows he is about to experience. She is in a frenzy of lust and denial, stimulation and restraint. Her big blue eyes look up at the stranger about to send his seed into her young hungry mouth. Her hands wrap around the base as she teases head knowing he needs to finish be her hands are like vices. Seeing the desperation in his face she grins and releases her hands and feels his first blast fill her mouth. His scent fills her head as her lips lock and she sucks each and every stream filling her mouth. His orgasm is enormous. She things he either really likes her or it has been a while. She swallows it and then sits up and kisses his sliding her cum covered tongue into his mouth.
"How was that stranger?" she breathes into his ear. Just then the man on the stage cries out with release as he finally cums in the woman who looks spent as can be. She looks back at the older man she just sucked off and smiles "was it that good for you?"

 

[garajd]

"Fucking incredible," is about all I can say. As you crawl back up from the floor and press your lips against me, I can taste my cum on your tongue, an action that is totally arousing to me. Pulling you over to sit on my lap, I feel your hard nipples pressing into my chest. I can only imagine how wet you are, and how needing you are of your own release.

I slide my hand down between us and press against your pussy thru your jeans and feel you squirm back against me. "You need something inside you, don't you, Robin? The show is over so we can leave and go back to my motel . . . or your place . . . you decide. But I won't be able to completely relax until I feel your orgasm . . . on my tongue or on my cock."

 

[wickedpen]

"I think I need another drink" she says as his elixir seems to have intoxicated Robin.
"Something strong" she beams putting her chin on her palm as her elbow supports her. She looks across the table at him. He is old enough to be her father or one of this friends.
"That's it!" she thinks she recognizes him as an old friend from back home. Her mind races.
"Could it be?"
"No, no way, that's crazy"
"If it is.."
"Think you could get me a shot and a beer?" she asks the older man now nearly dumbstruck from the orgasm he just had in this beautiful young woman's mouth, in this strange new bar.
His suggestions are appealing but if she can sneak out perhaps she will be able to deny the whole thing is this is in fact Mr Richards, Emily's dad from back home. Then again it might just get hotter.

 

[garajd]

"Coming right up!" Stopping one of the servers floating around the club, I order two more beers and a shot 'for my companion'. Handing the server a $20 gets immediate service and within a minute our drinks are on the table.

As your pour back the shot and pick up your beer, I slide my hand between your thighs and press against your pussy . . . gotta be dripping after that fantastic blow job you just delivered. I can feel you squirming at the pressure on your cunt . . . your breathing gets more rapid . . .

Once we finish our beers and the lights are off on the stage; the show is over and couples are starting to leave, I grab you by the hand, "OK, Robin, let's go; we need to solve your 'problem'. My place or yours?"

 

[wickedpen]

"Who are you?" Robin asks suspicious of him. "Do I know you? You look familiar.." he words trail off as she slurs, feeling the effects of the drinks. Nervously she walks out getting a second wind in the brisk night air she thinks about driving home.
"Who are you?" finally she stops him looking up into his familiar eyes. Her body is aching for his touch. How he grabbed her between her thighs sending bolts of energy thorough her. It had been months since she felt a man's desire so forcefully. But she had to know first, "How do I know you?"

 

[garajd]

"You don't know me. You may think you do, or maybe I look like someone you know. Trust me Robin, if you had ever sucked my cock like that before, I would definitely remember you." Obviously, you have had too much to drink and are not in any condition to drive.

Taking you by the hand, I lead you over to my car and push you into the passenger side, "You cannot drive right now; I'll bring you back early in the morning for your car. So, you decide, are we going back to my motel or to your apartment? Your choice, but the way your thighs are gripping my hand tells me all I need to know. You want to be fucked and you want it just the way I can give it to you."

 

[wickedpen]

"Mr Richards I can't believe this" she says as her legs open and her hand slides across to the older man's lap. "MMmmm hard again already" Robin sighs as she feels the press of his hand between her legs.
Laying in the seat of the sports car Robin rolls her head to look at him.
"Emily always said you had a thing for me, but I did not believe" she says wagging her finger drunkenly in the air.
"This must be some sort of dream come true huh?" she says as her head rolls away as the car moves powerfully through a series of turns eventually pulling into the hotel parking lot.
"Home sweet home" Robin proclaims as she steps out of the door opened by the valet.

 

[garajd]

"I don't know who Mr. Richards is . . . or who Emily is . . . but you are in no condition to drive, so I'll just take you to my room and let you sleep off your drinking. We'll find your car in the morning and you will probably forget about anything that even happened tonight."

I hand the valet the keys to the car and guide you to the elevator and up to my room and dump you on one of the beds. I was looking forward to a nice fuck and pussy eating when I got you up here, but not sure either of those is going to happen!!

 

[wickedpen]

"Oh Mr Richards, you are such a tease" she slurs in the elevator. "I always wanted to mess around with you when I spent the night with Emily but she got so, so, sooooo jealous" her words run together. With an arm over her older suitor's shoulder she is taken to his room and tossed on the bed.
In the dark she instinctively strips and crawls in under the sheets.
"Emily will be so jealous" she says to herself as her hands cup her breasts and massage them bringing a satisfying groan to her lips. Her legs spread under the sheets as the bathroom door opens.
"So? You coming in?" Robin asks eyeing the older man standing naked at the side of the bed.

 

[garajd]

Looking at you on the bed, your clothes in a pile on the floor, it's pretty fucking obvious that you will not remember a thing about tonight . . . and probably won't enjoy a thing. So, "I don't think so, Robin, I'll just sleep on the couch in the other room. When you sober up and remember who you are and who I am . . . then we'll see what happens. Good night."

 

[wickedpen]

Waking up in the hotel room Robin was uncomfortable as she only remembered vaguely the club and the man.
"Was he here?" she wondered as the drapes kept out the sun, mostly. Her eyes adjusted and she got her strength and nerve up to look. There was someone on the couch.
"Fuck" she nearly said out loud as she realized she was naked. She looked and saw her clothes on the floor.
"Did I have sex with him?" she wondered. "God I am never drinking again" she thought as her head was crushed and she felt like hell.
She slid out of bed and grabbed her clothes and went to the bathroom.
In the bathroom she looked at herself and quickly filled a glass of water and gulped it down. She dresses and tried to get herself together enough to get home.
"Where is my car?" she thought nervously. "Can I just walk out? yes" she decided. "Was that Emily's dad?" she vaguely remembered bits and pieces. "God I gave him a blow job in the bar" she thought momentarily forgetting how bad she felt as a wave of excitement rolled through her.
"I have to go" she decided firmly. She opened the door and hoped to slip out the door and get a cab....