Under the Mask

[ms_tiff]

Standing outside the quiet brownstone, Maura double checked the address on the invitation. Looking around the tree-lined Brooklyn neighborhood, she was sure that she had the wrong place. An elderly couple nodded as they passed her on a late-night stroll, arms linked as they walked under the gentle light of the street lamps. Two houses down, the faint sound of jazz could be heard coming from an open window. There was no possible way that this quaint, picturesque street could be the right place.

The brownstone in front of her was dark, the windows covered by heavy curtains and, even if she strained her ears, Maura couldn’t hear a single peep coming from inside. And yet, the address wasn’t wrong. This had to be it.

Shoulders squared with resolve, Maura cinched the tie of her black trench coat tighter and climbed the stone stairs to the front door. Knocking quickly, she fidgeted, waiting for the door to be opened.

“Oh, shit,” she muttered, quickly opening the black clutch in her hand and pulling out a black lace mask. The door opened just as she got the mask in place.

Yep, this is the right place, she thought, taking in the statuesque woman standing before her clad in only a red lace teddy that was completely see-through.

“Do you have an invitation?” The woman asked, hooded brown eyes peering out from a mask that matched the lingerie. Maura handed over the invitation, a business card with an address on one side and a silver stamp resembling an elaborate masquerade mask on the other. The woman glanced at it before giving Maura a long appraising look. With a nod, she stepped aside and ushered Maura in.

As the door closed behind her, Maura felt her heart skip and a shiver run down her spine. There was no turning back now.

The living room, or what she perceived to be the living room, was lit by candles and lamps covered with rich red and purple scarves. People in various forms of undress wandered about, mingling, some sitting on the luxurious furniture. All of them wound together in soft embraces or heavy petting sessions.

“Coat?” The woman in red held out a well-manicured hand.

With hesitant fingers, Maura untied her coat and let it slip from her shoulders. Before she could change her mind, she handed it to the woman. Now, standing in a crowd of strangers wearing only a mask and a silk black teddy, Maura felt more vulnerable than she ever had in her life.

“You’ll find this floor to be where the tamer socialization occurs.” The woman said, her voice husky.

Glancing around, there was nothing tame about what Maura was seeing as she watched a man and two women kissing up against the wall.

“Upstairs,” the woman indicated the stairwell in front of the door, “is for more private delights. And downstairs,” she pointed to a door opened to velvet darkness, “is where the true entertainment lies. You’ll find we provide you with any additional instruments or protections that you will need. You need simply look around.” She waved a hand around the room and, sure enough, Maura could see a number of bowls filled with condoms as well as an array of toys lying about.

“Do enjoy your stay.” The woman turned to greet a new guest, leaving Maura well and truly alone in the lion’s den.

 

[Salacious_Scribe]

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[saedo]

"Invitation, please," the lingerie-clad woman declared from the open doorway.

Simon produced the business card he'd received. The card stock was a stiff ivory suitable for a wedding invitation. Keeping with that serious theme, the address of tonight's party was not printed, but handwritten in swooping calligraphy. Given the annual dues charged by club, such classy touches were rather standard for the events.

The woman nodded and allowed him to pass. She smiled at him in a way that seemed familiar, despite the masks concealing their faces. Simon glanced over her thinly concealed body and tried to recall if he'd seen it before. It certainly wasn't out of the question that they had met before. Simon had been attending for nearly a year now, so he'd interacted with quite a number of the female attendees.

Unable to place her, he stepped through into the foyer and proceeded to shed his coat and exterior attire. While some of the attendees wore nothing but lingerie under a trench coat, he always preferred to wear actual clothes. As an editor at a national paper, he preferred not to be on the city streets without pants on.

He transitioned quickly to the standard attire for male attendees: a silk robe belted at the waist over matching boxers. The more exhibitionist among his gender might dispense with the robe, with some even going with a crotch-hugging thong. While Simon did not mind showing off his bare torso, he felt such "banana hammocks" were too forward. A sex party in masks should have a little mystery, in his opinion.

The female attendees showed a bit more variety in their attire. Many favored full-length teddies like the woman at the door. Some opted for wispy nightgowns or silk robes for more coverage. Others went about in little more than a bra and panties. All of it expensive silk, of course. The club did have a dress code.

He got a scotch on the rocks as he toured the first floor. Attire was required on this level, though there was plenty of caressing and stroking visible amongst those who had already started to partner. But these first couple laps were just warm up for him. He knew his interests lay below, so he set his empty drink down and headed for the stairs.

Here were the public displays. Some were just a pair of half-naked attendees quietly fondling one another in a corner. But another, a woman was bent double across a couch while her partner fucked her from behind. Half a dozen others looked on with approval.

A bigger crowd had gathered around a little BDSM scene. The woman had a man strapped to a chair by the wrists. He begged and cried as she taunted his slender erection and periodically slapped him across the face.

Simon drifted on till he saw a figure he did remember, specifically the trio of butterflies on her bare left shoulder. The masked woman was presently bobbing her head atop the cock of a man laying flat atop a padded table. The man was grunting with obvious delight.

Suddenly the woman popped her head free. The man groaned and seized his cock with his right hand. A few quick pumps had him spraying sticky white all over his abdomen while the woman smiled with great satisfaction.

Her smile turned into a beaming grin when she laid eyes on Simon. "Hey!" she beckoned with a wave. "What took you so long? Get over here!"

As Simon stepped over, she hustled her previous partner off the table to make room for Simon. "I missed you last time, Mr. Bunyan." Using actual names waa strongly discouraged, but regular attendees often have each other nicknames. Simon's silver beard apparently made some of them think of the legendary lumberjack. "

" Sorry, Ms. Wings, business trip. I hope you had fun without me."

Her eyes twinkled behind the mask. " Oh, I can always find a good time, sweetie," she declared saucily. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Just not as much fun without that big, gorgeous cock of yours."

Simon grinned in return. He suspected Ms. Wings was probably a thirty-something mom who volunteered in the PTA back in the real world. But here, she was a half-naked wildcat who would enthusiastically suck off half a dozen men in full view of the room before she called it a night.

"Get on the table, Mister," she directed cheerily. "I think I want to try for more than half this time."

Simon obliged, lying prone on the table. As always, he let Ms. Wings unfasten his silk robe. Her hands reached between his thighs and cupped his heavy scrotum through his boxers. "Mmmmmm, that's what I've been missing."

 

[ms_tiff]

Three Days Earlier

“C’mon, Jack, give me a chance. I can do this, I swear.” Maura followed her editor into his office. “You’ve had me doing these lame society pieces forever. Let me have this story.”

Jack settled behind his desk with a sigh, signaling Maura to close the door.

“Forever? Really, Maura? You’re twenty-four. You’ve been with this paper for two years. Working the society pages as a rookie is called ‘serving your time’. Why do you deserve this piece over writers who have been here longer?”

“I don’t know, I just…I want this one, Jack.” Maura placed her hands on his desk, leaning in, her eagerness for this piece palpable. “You know what I can do with a boring story on the wedding of the mayor’s second cousin. Imagine what I can do with a story about an underground sex club frequented by New York City’s elite.”

“You really think you have what it takes to do this?” Jack looked her up and down, taking in the oversized brown sweater that had Maura looking like a sack of potatoes. “If you take this on you are going to have to go in and make them believe you belong there. I mean it, Maura. This is a deep dive into the sexual depravity of Manhattan royalty. You can’t just be a fly on the wall. You think you can handle that?”

Standing up straight, squaring her shoulders, Maura looked down at Jack with more courage than she felt. “Yes. I can handle it.”


Present

I can’t handle this, Maura thought as she wound her way through the main floor of the house. Men and women eyed her as she passed, some reaching out to stroke her arm. Others were braver, one gentleman coming up behind her and cupping her ass as he whispered a dirty invitation in her ear.

Fighting the blush that threatened to overtake her, Maura made her way quickly to the bar and downed a gin and tonic in one gulp. She was certain that she had bitten off way more than she could chew with this. But, after two years at the paper working on nothing but weddings and parties with nothing more than gossip to report, Maura had been starving for a real story that tested her journalistic abilities. A private sex club where even the members didn’t know who each other were…who could pass that up?

Maura had never considered herself a prude. She wasn’t exactly a virgin. Ok, so she hadn’t lost her V-card until the year before. And, fine, that had been the only guy she’d ever slept with. Plus, she owned a vibrator. What did it matter if she’d only used it a few times and never to completion because she couldn’t shake her mother’s voice in her ear telling her “good girls don’t play with their secret garden.” But that didn’t mean she wasn’t a sexual being. It just meant that she…okay, fine, so she was super inexperienced and had absolutely no right being in the middle of this sex party.

She was tired of being boring. Tired of hearing her boyfriend complain that she was terrible in bed because she found the idea of sucking him off gross, never wanted to watch porn with him because it “puts feminism back a hundred years,” and was hardly ever in the mood to play.

This was her Hail Mary.

Now that she was in the thick of it, though, Maura couldn’t help but wonder if she had made a massive mistake.

Downing another gin and tonic, Maura squared her shoulders, which only served to push her ample breasts out further, and decided to simply go for it. If she was going to do this, if she was going to show that she deserved to have better story assignments and that she wasn’t a cold fish, she needed to go all in. With a resolute nod, she made her way to the stairs and headed down.

Descending the stairs, the sound of her heels muffled by plush carpeting, Maura felt as if she had stepped into a present-day Sodom and Gomorrah. If the main floor was enough to make the young woman blush, the activities going on here was enough to make her whole body burn in a fiery inferno.

On instinct, she shied away from the dominatrix and the gathering around her. Her attention drawn to a woman crying out in pleasure as she was taken from behind, her body bent over a couch as others lounged around watching. She felt drawn towards the scene. A primal grunting from the man as he took her roughly mixed with the woman’s cries and her begging for more. The woman looked up, locking eyes with Maura. It was too much and Maura quickly looked away and stumbled back, seeking something safer.

In the dim light her eyes caught on a woman’s back, a butterfly tattoo on her left shoulder. The woman stood in front of a padded table, her head bowed towards the man that lay on the table. Maura watched the pair as the woman’s head began to bob up and down.

Oh god, she’s… Maura moved around to the side, still keeping her distance, and watched as she woman took the man inside her mouth. There was a reverence in the way the woman began to suck, as if she were worshipping the man inside her mouth. Maura’s eyes moved to the man, the dim light catching on his silver beard and hair. His silk robe, like so many of the other men wore, was open and the matching boxers were bunched down around his thighs.

Over the sounds of pleasure echoing in the room, Maura could hear the woman’s happy groans as she sucked the man. Her cheeks were bulged, her mouth spread so wide Maura wondered how she could possibly do it. And the man was barely halfway inside her.

Though Maura couldn’t stomach the thought of sucking her boyfriend, there was something about this scene before her that drew her in. She moved closer, wanting to observe this animalistic act. Her gaze moved from the woman to the man again, only to find that he was watching her in return.

 

[saedo]

Ms. Wings gently pushed Simon atop tg and table. Her fingers unfastened his robe with practiced ease, exposing the light gray curls of chest hair trailing down to his groin. Simon had started to go gray at the temples in his early 40s. A decade later, he was silver all over, including the trimmed forest around his groin as Wings pulled his boxers away.

Her nostrils flared as she inhaled sharply, her eyes glittering with desire. Simon had to admit that he enjoyed her act, which it was. They'd done this ritual for months, but she always acted as if it was her first time seeing him. It was a little silly, but she seemed to enjoy the performance.

The same could be said about the whole club: a little silly, but the participants seemed to enjoy it. Certainly Simon had never expected to get involved with such semi-private debauchery. But then he'd also never expected to sleep with anyone beside his wife and he'd clearly been wrong about that.

~~~~~~~~~~
In retrospect, he should have seen it coming. Things hadn't been as congenial some twenty years in as they'd been earlier on. He was and Jessica weren't antagonistic, but they didn't laugh as much or talk as much. Not like they used to.

Work has distracted him, of course. As then managing editor, keeping track of the paper has consumed a lot of time. And naturally keeping up with his daughters and all the high school activities hadn't been easy either.

Simon had just assumed everything was okay because the rest of it kept chugging along. His friends who got divorced all talked about huge arguments filled with conflict and aggression. Most said things hit frigid in the bedroom. Yet he and Jessica always got along when talking about what to do with the girls and money and the house. Plus, they had sex twice a week, like clockwork.

But when Jessica broached the idea of divorce after their youngest went off to college, he knew she wasn't wrong. "You're a good father, Simon. A good provider. And I still like the sex . But we've grown apart. You know we have. We're not in love like we used to be. Not really."

The resulting split had been amicable. The girls had understood, probably even better than he had. Simon spent that first eighteen months learning to live on his own for the first time since his late 20s. It took awhile to get his sea legs again, but he'd managed.

Unfortunately, the sex thing proved more difficult. He hadn't enjoyed all the little games of dating when he was young. Playing new versions over mobile phones hadn't improved things in his opinion.

Simon subsequently used escorts for his needs. As a man of financial means and social status, he knew people who knew people. He found a discrete service that offered educated, attractive women to fulfill his needs. Physically, it worked well. But the knowledge that he was paying for their efforts always tainted it a little.

It'd been one of his escorts who'd turned him onto the club. He'd thought the idea silly even then. But he'd reasoned that it couldn't hurt to try it.

Unexpectedly, Simon had found excitement here. The women he slept with here did so not because they wanted his money, but because they wanted him. Their eagerness as they spread their legs was entirely genuine.


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That was certainly true of Ms. Wings. As he'd reminisced, she'd lovingly teased his cock to hardness. She then spent a few minutes adoring his massive knob with her tongue while making smacking noises with her lips. This was followed by actually taking him in her mouth for a blowjob proper.

Ms. Wings was somewhat theatric in her enjoyment. She periodically paused to pant for air and moan with enjoyment. It wasn't entirely feigned. Simon's cock was enormous, so trying to breathe while taking him into her throat was strenuous. But partly she liked the attention.

Simon glanced around. A dozen men and women had gathered around to watch this petite blonde struggling with this huge cock. Some were clearly aroused, touching themselves or their partners as they watched the live performance.

He and Ms. Wings always prolonged things for the benefit of the audience. She'd bob her head vigorously atop his massive pillar, her thoat bulging obscenely around the girthy intrusion. Then she'd pause to pant and loudly proclaim how amazingly big and hard his cock was. This on and off treatment served to edge him close to climax without pushing him over.

After nearly ten minutes, Simon ached for relief. His cock was so engorged that Wings needed both hands to encircle its gargantuan diameter. Thick veins bulged along its purple-hued surface. Pearls of precum leaked from the huge cockhead with his every heartbeat.

Wings was also getting worn out as well. Her face was smeared with precum and her naked torso glowed pink with exertion. "Jesus, I think you're even thicker than last time," she gasped, a delirious smile on her face. "That's as much as I can do, sweetie. Maybe next time."

This was another part of their ritual. Ms. Wings liked the challenge of deep-throating him, even though she'd only managed a handful of inches thusfar. So she always stopped before he came, promising to do more next time.

" Someone here needs to help out Mr. Bunyan," Ms. Wings declared. "You, the young girl in black. Come here." Not waiting for a response, she stepped away from the table and took the young woman by the wrist. "Come on, don't be shy."

Simon heartily approved of his partner's choice. He'd been admiring the young woman for the last couple minutes. Her black teddy was nearly overwhelmed by the glorious breasts it held. Natural, too, judging by the jiggle, but the massive orbs seemed to pay gravity no mind. Her thighs had a pleasing thickness to them, as did the curve of her buttocks. They balanced out her top-heaviness rather nicely and complimented her narrow waist.

Ms. Wings brought the girl closer to the table. "Mr. Bunyan is all huge and hard, so could you please finish him off for me?" Ms. Wings inquired sweetly. While she never finished Simon off herself, Ms. Wings always liked seeing him cum with someone else. "However you want to do it, sweetie. Hand, mouth, pussy, whatever you like."

 

[ms_tiff]

As she stood there, Maura was aware of a crowd beginning to gather with her. A couple stood close to her, the man behind the woman with one hand on her waist and the other down her…dear God! Maura looked away from the pair, but her eyes went straight back to the couple providing the entertainment.

How long could they last? The woman’s jaw had to be tired from stretching around the girth of his shaft. Her throat bulged and her skin was flush. The man fared no better, his body was as tight as a coil ready to spring and he looked to almost be in pain from need.

She didn’t know how long she stood there. Watching. Waiting. It felt like seconds and a life time all rolled into one. Her eyes kept moving back to the man’s, catching him watching her watching him. Maura’s skin was flushed with embarrassment…or was it something else? Her skin was tight; she felt trapped inside her own body. She was going to burst soon if she didn’t move.

"Jesus, I think you're even thicker than last time," she gasped, a delirious smile on her face. "That's as much as I can do, sweetie. Maybe next time."

Maura tried not to stare at the debauched image before her. The slick precum on the woman’s face; the sweat beading on her forehead and between her breasts. Maura wanted to look away, to walk away, but she was rooted in place.

"Someone here needs to help out Mr. Bunyan," Ms. Wings declared. "You, the young girl in black. Come here. Come on, don't be shy."

She felt the slim hand wrap around her wrist and pull her forward. Wait…what? What was happening? Maura’s feet moved on their own, moving her towards the man who watched her. His eyes were mesmerizing in the dim light, a hunger inside them that Maura had never seen directed her way.

"Mr. Bunyan is all huge and hard, so could you please finish him off for me?" Ms. Wings inquired sweetly. "However you want to do it, sweetie. Hand, mouth, pussy, whatever you like."

Maura felt all eyes on her as the woman directed her to “finish off” Mr. Bunyan. As Maura looked down at the thick shaft before her, Bunyan seemed an apt name for him. Or maybe Blue the Bull would have been better based off what was staring back up at her. The man was hung like an ox and Maura had no clue what to do with him.

“Come now,” the woman placed her hand over Maura’s, guiding it to the spit slick shaft. Maura’s fingers barely fit around it. She felt the pillar throb in her hand, the veins pulsing against her palm. The mixture of spit and precum that coated the shaft should have grossed her out, but there was something intoxicating about it. Something that drew Maura in.

The crowd seemed to have doubled as Maura stood there. More than ever she felt as if she didn’t belong in this world.

You have a job to do, she thought as she glanced over her shoulder at the people watching her. Prove that you deserve this chance.

Biting her lip, Maura’s fingers gently began to stroke, her hand gliding easily up and down Mr. Bunyan’s shaft. Reaching the base, she tightened her grip on the upward stroke, loosening just slightly at the top before sliding back down. She repeated the movement, doing her best to make it enjoyable for the masked man. As she stroked him, her eyes traveled over his body, taking in the slim yet muscular build. The silver hair on his chest narrowing into a strip that guided her eyes back to the cock in her hand.

Maura’s boyfriend had once told her that she was terrible at giving handjobs, causing her to doubt herself every time she attempted to please him. Those same doubts crept slowly into the back of her mind and she faltered, her hand stilling.

No, she wasn’t going to let doubts hold her back. Not here. Not where she could be anyone she wanted beneath that mask.

Pushing the doubts to the far corners of her mind, Maura sped up the pace of her stroking. Tight and loose. Faster. On the upward stroke her thumb would brush Mr. Bunyan’s cockhead, teasing him. She slowed the rhythm then went faster. Her hand moving without thought.

There was an odd pleasure in bringing someone else pleasure. Maura could feel her skin flushing with something akin to desire. A desire that was mirrored in the dampness forming between her thighs.

On impulse, Maura leaned down, wrapping her lips around Mr. Bunyan’s cockhead. Her tongue swirling around the tip as she continued to stroke him.

 

[saedo]

The unknown brunette followed Ms. Wings over to his table. Her gaze flitted between Simon's own eyes and the towering tree of his erection. Left alone, it arced from his groin to a point several incest above his chest. The enormous knob at the end slowly dribbled precum as it bobbed in midair with each heartbeat.

With a little encouragement, the woman reached out for his cock. If woman was even the right word. Up close, he could see she was young. Twenty-something at most. His eldest was about that age.

She was rather young for The Club. The Club's membership was by invitation only, which tended to skew older. Young, unmarried people had little need for such an organized means of finding interesting yet discreet sexual encounters. Then again, even some young craved the opportunity to perform sexually for an audience in a manner that still preserved their anonymity.

She could also be someone's guest. Many members --including Simon -- had their first experience with The Club attending an event as a current member's plus one. He'd applied for full membership immediately thereafter.

The busty beauty's fingers slid along his slick shaft. He saw her eyes widen beneath thr mask as she realized just how inadequate her one hand was for encircling its enormous girth. She added her other hand to complete the circumference and maintain a grip on the hard, slippery flesh.

Her hands slid from tip to base, finding a rhythm. His immense length prevented anything too rapid, so she settled into something more measured. Between Ms. Wing's saliva and his own copious precum, her hands glided along his towering erection with almost frictionless ease.

After a dozen strokes, she grew bolder. She paused near the top to pull the enormous knob to her lips. Her mouth parted to admit the huge glans inside, her cheeks bulging around its swollen girth.

Truth be told, Simon has been ready for release for some time. Ms. Wings adored his stamina, so he always held out a bit longer for her. Usually he'd let the invited audience member finish him off quickly with a showy explosion of cum.

But with this new girl's mouth on his cockhead, Simon held on longer. Something about the one excited him. He didn't want to end this right away.

Still, his reserves were not infinite. His breathing was already swift and deep and sweat covered his exposed torso. He managed a couple minutes more -- hopefully enough to surprise the young woman a little -- before he felt ty to pressure become irresistible. "Gonna. Cum," he grunted through clenched teeth, providing her a few seconds warning.

The luscious beauty had made no attempt to take massive cockhead deeper, so the first gush of cum flooded her mouth. He felt her instinctive attempts to swallow despite the fat knob resting atop her tongue. She managed for a second or two, but the subsequent blasts of thick white prompted her swift, coughing retreat from his cock.

As she pulled his cock free of her mouth and turned away, the next couple of blasts caught the right side of her face. The remaining blasts wound up aimed into the air, resulting in a cascade of thick, white drops landing on both of them.

Meanwhile, he heard Ms. Wings begin to climax as well. No doubt she'd been furiously fingering herself as she watched. She seemed to take great delight in seeing him cum with another woman.

Simon closed his eyes and gasped for air as his orgasm completed. He heard a bit of soft applause from the audience for the performance. By the time he was able to sit up on his elbows, they'd drifted away in search of other tableaus.

The young woman was still there, looking slightly stunned. Her face and bosom were rather liberally covered in his cum. Her black lingerie had smaller spots dotted along he shoulders and upper chest. So too was his torso, including a small pool oozing out of his softened but still plump cock as it lay across his abdomen.

"Thank you," he breathed huskily. "I enjoyed that. Very much."

He glanced over the jism-splattered aftermath. "Before I get up, if you prefer to lick up the cum, I'll wait. Otherwise, I can show you where we can clean up."

 

[ms_tiff]

“Gonna. Cum.” The words were barely out of the Mr. Bunyan’s mouth before the first wave of cum burst into her mouth. Maura’s throat worked on instinct, attempting to swallow the load as it seeped out around her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her breasts. He continued to cum, filling her mouth with more and more of the thick, white spunk until she couldn’t handle anymore and felt herself choking on it.

Coughing, she pulled away from his cockhead, feeling his cum hit against her cheek as she turned away

This was why she never gave her boyfriend blowjobs. The cum felt thick in her mouth, sticking to her tongue, her chin. But while she felt like giving her boyfriend blowjobs was a chore, this one…this had been something else. Despite the choking, Maura had gotten a sort of pleasure from the act. She could feel the desire flooding her, begging for more. Her body was on fire with need and she felt as if she would explode if she wasn’t touched soon.

A light applause surrounded them and Maura looked to find the little crowd cheering for their show. As it became clear that they were done performing, the people dissipated, moving to find new pleasures. The butterfly woman winked at Maura, licking her fingers clean as she wandered off to find a new toy to play with.

Stunned at what she had just done, Maura looked back at Mr. Bunyan.

"Thank you," he breathed huskily. "I enjoyed that. Very much."

She blushed. Saying “you’re welcome” seemed an odd thing to do, and so Maura remained silent. Unsure of what she was supposed to do next. Did they shake hands and part ways? Did she curtsey and say “my pleasure”? One thing was certain, Maura felt too sticky to do much else at the moment. She desperately wanted to clean herself up and wash the cum from her mouth.

"Before I get up, if you prefer to lick up the cum, I'll wait. Otherwise, I can show you where we can clean up."

Lick up the cum? Maura had never licked cum off a man before. Was that something people did?

“I’d like to clean up, if that’s alright.” She said softly, biting her lip nervously. “If you wouldn’t mind showing me where to go I’d appreciate it.” She shifted from one foot to the other. “Maybe you could show me around a bit after? If that’s ok…I mean I don’t want you to feel like you have to or anything. It’s just this is my first time here and I honestly don’t know what I’m doing or where to go or…” She trailed off, blushing harder. Her face probably looked like a fucking tomato right then. “Sorry, I tend to ramble when I’m nervous.”

 

[saedo]

I’d like to clean up, if that’s alright. If you wouldn’t mind showing me where to go, I’d appreciate it.

Simon smiled as he swung himself into an upright position. "Certainly." He rose to his feet and gathered up his robe and boxers. "I need to do so myself. Follow me." Not wanting to transfer the mix of fluids on his body to his clothing, Simon strode naked into the hallway.

As his new companion followed, she began speaking cautiously. "Maybe you could show me around a bit after? If that’s ok…I mean I don’t want you to feel like you have to or anything. It’s just this is my first time here and I honestly don’t know what I’m doing or where to go or . . . "

Simon turned and looked down into her face. Even in his bare feet, he had a significant height advantage on her. That in turn required him to exert some mental discipline to maintain eye contact; the ample cleavage made a very tempting distraction.

"Of course. We were all first-time visitors once. Bathroom should be in here." He pushed open a door to reveal a white tiled room containing a toilet and sink.

He let her go first at the sink while he talked. "The layout varies based on the space, but generally there are four basic areas once you get past admissions and the cloak room. Cose to that will be a mingling area. You can get a drink, nibble on a snack, talk to people, maybe find someone to have fun with, and such. Basically like a bar on singles night, but with less clothing."

Simon picked up a paper towel and dabbed at a spot on her shoulder that she'd missed. "Then there are public rooms like this. Basically people do whatever they want and other people can watch. General rule is that you look but don't touch unless you are invited or you ask permission.

"Now over at the other side is the dungeon section. That tends to involve restraints, toys, whips, gags -- the whole bondage thing. Still public, but it requires a special installation to be able to chain someone to the ceiling or a wall, so they do it all in a particular area.

"The last place are the private rooms. So if you want to do something without observers, you can go there. There will be a sign on the door if it's occupied. If so, you shouldn't go in without invitation."

When she finished, Simon took his turn before the sink. As he wiped down his torso and penis, he looked to her. "Now if you don't want to do anything, that's fine. Sometimes it's fun to just watch. But if you do want to try something, you should. I assure you that it can be quite enjoyable."

As he lifted his thick cock and heavy scrotum back inside his boxers, he turned to face her. Might as well let her see the merchandise. "And just so that I'm clear, I do find you very attractive. I would very much like to have sex with you tonight. But only if you are interested. And it's okay if you are not. Or if you are, but just not right now."

Simon grinned. "I realize it's a bit contradictory to hear a masked man talk about being open honest, but you will get much more from The Club if you just tell people the truth about what you want. So, tell me: what do you want?"

 

[ms_tiff]

Maura marveled at the confidence this stranger displayed as he strode, naked, through the room. Would she ever have that confidence in her own body? As it was, she felt naked enough in just the modest lingerie she wore. Well, modest compared to what other women around her were wearing (or not wearing). She had spent her life plagued by insecurity over her body. Mercilessly teased about her curves most her teens and adulthood. She had endured more than her fair share of lewd stares and comments from strange men, causing her to want to hide her body. Maura wouldn’t even let her boyfriend keep the lights on during sex.

But here, in the middle of this club, surrounded as she was by naked bodies of all shapes and sizes, Maura felt a little more like she belonged. Like there was nothing wrong her curves. Though she felt like a fish out of water, Maura could see what the allure of this place was; what it could mean to people.

As she wiped the cum from her breasts, Maura could feel his eyes on her, watching the way her hands traced over the curve of her breast. Her breath hitched as he gently cleaned her shoulder, his fingers brushing against her skin sending her body into overdrive. Who knew such a simple touch could send her reeling. Her nipples, hardened by desire, were clearly outlined by beneath the black silk of her negligee.

His voice was a rough baritone, the voice of an older, wiser man who knew exactly what he was about and what he desired. Maura found herself falling into his voice as he explained the club to her.

She startled at the word “dungeon.” He said it so casually. But the word had Maura’s mind scrambling. Her imagination ran wild with images of bound wrists and butt cheeks reddened by the sting of a whip. The thought sent a jolt of electricity to her clit and Maura pressed her thighs together to ease the ache.

Stepping aside so that he could clean himself, Maura leaned against the door, watching as he wiped a cloth over his muscular stomach. Her eyes traced the path of his hand, marveling at his physique. Judging from his silver hair, Maura guessed he was at least old enough to be her father. Funny, she had never been attracted to older men before, but there was something about this stranger that drew her in.

He turned to look at her, catching her watching him.

"Now if you don't want to do anything, that's fine. Sometimes it's fun to just watch. But if you do want to try something, you should. I assure you that it can be quite enjoyable."

Maura flushed. Yes, she had quite enjoyed making him cum. How much more enjoyable would it be to do more? Her mind raced with the possibilities.

As he turned to face her, his marvelous body once more clothed in boxers and robe, Maura felt the walls of the bathroom closing in around them. They were so close in that tight room. She was keenly aware of the fact that he towered over her. Even in heels she only came to his chest. The fact that he could easily take her right there, and that she actually craved his touch, sent Maura’s heart racing.

“And just so that I'm clear, I do find you very attractive. I would very much like to have sex with you tonight. But only if you are interested. And it's okay if you are not. Or if you are, but just not right now. I realize it's a bit contradictory to hear a masked man talk about being open honest, but you will get much more from The Club if you just tell people the truth about what you want. So, tell me: what do you want?"

Hi grin was infectious as he looked down at Maura, their bodies so close she could feel the heat of him. Her body flushed and her sex begged to be touched.

“I…” she gulped, “I would like that too.” Her voice, barely a whisper, echoed in the small room. Standing on tip toes, her chest pressing against his, Maura’s hand gripped the back of his neck and pulled him down for a slow, sensuous kiss. Pulling back slightly, their mouths so close she could feel his breath on her lips.

“I want you to take me,” she whispered against his lips. “I want to feel you inside me.”

 

[saedo]

The young woman's eyes stared up at him with a cocktail of emotions. He'd seen this before. Even felt it himself. Sex was still taboo, so most everyone held back. Being honest about your desires was admitting something deeply true about yourself. That made you vulnerable.

Overcoming that fear wasn't easy. The anonymity and freedom of The Club helped, but you still had to get past all those years of being told that it was inappropriate.

“I . . . I would like that too. "

Simon grinned. He let his gaze dip to openly admire the luscious curves. His, she was a vision.

To his mild surprise, she followed her declaration by reaching for his head and pulling him into a kiss. Their lips touched and then tongues followed. Her magnificent breasts crushed against his chest. Thick, hard nipples dug into him as they held close.

"I want you to take me." She whispered when their lips parted. "I want to feel you inside me.”

Simon kissed her back, his right arm slipping around her waist and grasping a handful of her delightfully round ass. He held her close as he guided her backwards out the bathroom door. Eager as he was to have her, the other members would find it rude if they blocked access to a restroom.

They made it half a dozen steps down the hall before he pushed her up against the wall. A few people nearby took notice of the developing scene. He heard one openly admiring his companion's impressive bosom, so he slid his right hand up her side and cupped her breast. Firm and full and topped with a nipple that he longed to wrap his tongue around.

Still, that would have to wait. She'd asked for something directly, so he wanted to reward her honesty. His left hand reached beneath her teddy and found the panties beneath. He slipped his fingers down, smiling as he encountered a strip of dense curls. His fingers traced the edge of her pussy, spreading the other labia. Mmmm, definitely damp.

"Take out my cock," he instructed. "I'll be ready soon." One of the plus sides of getting older was that he could last longer, though of course Ms. Wings' epic edging sessions also provided useful training. However, that stamina also slowed his warm-up time. In his youth, he could go from soft to hard in seconds. Now it was a minute or more, depending on the stimulation

 

[ms_tiff]

A whimper escaped her lips as Maura felt herself being led out of the bathroom, her back pushed up against the wall. She was losing herself in the kiss; in the delicious way he played with her tongue as his hands moved over her body.

His large hand cupped her breast, causing Maura’s whimper to turn into a moan. Her sensitive nipples hardened, aching to be touched. She wanted nothing more than to feel his mouth on her breast, to feel his wicked tongue against her nipple. But, alas, he didn’t.

Maura’s disappointment vanished in a flash as his other hand slid beneath her teddy and inside her panties. She gasped as he traced his fingers around the wet edges of her pussy, spreading her open. On instinct, her hips rolled, pressing her sex into his touch. She was wet for him, there was no denying that. Her body craved his touch.

“Take out my cock. I’ll be ready soon.”

The feel of his breath against her skin sent shivers down Maura’s spine. She didn’t let herself think. If she did she would talk herself out of this. She would back down and run away with her tail between her legs.

Running a hand down his stomach, Maura reached into the stranger’s boxers, gripping his shaft for the second time that night. As she eased him from the boxers, she stroked slowly, mimicking her motions from earlier. Even soft, his cock was impressive, larger than anything Maura had seen. Stroking, she leaned in and kissed his chest, just above his heart. His chest hair tickled her lips as she kissed across his chest. Her kisses moved upwards, her lips on his neck, his jaw. Anywhere that she could reach was fair game to her mouth. And still she stroked him, wanting him hard, wanting him inside of her.

 

[saedo]

Simon grunted appreciatively as her hand slipped inside his boxers and hefted his cock. Her fingers felt small against his girth, but she managed to free him.

Meanwhile her lips traced a path along his neck to his jaw. He turned his face to meet hers again. Some of his recent partners had eschewed such foreplay, so he enjoyed her passion for kissing.

As promised, his shaft began to steadily plump under her care. It soon exceeded her ability to grip with one hand, but by then it was stiff enough to support itself. The head slipped beneath her teddy to graze along her abdomen. He leaned against her, pressing the swelling pole against her belly.

By now he'd thoroughly traced her own nether flower and slipped his index finger inside her to the second knuckle. Her love canal radiated heat as he wiggled his finger along her slick walls. Yes, she was ready enough and so was he.

"You won't be needing these," he declared, tugging her panties free of her luscious hips. He pulled them down her firm thighs till gravity took over and dropped the damp silk at her ankles. "Now, spread your legs a little," he instructed.

Simon reached into a pocket on his robe and withdrew a sealed condom packet. (Though the event featured bowls of free contraceptives in most of the rooms, he found the provided size inadequate for his girth.) He wiggled it back and forth, producing a crinkling sound from the packaging. "If you'd like me to wear this, I'll let you do the honors. Otherwise, I'm ready."

 

[ms_tiff]

His shaft grew hard in her hand, swelling until Maura could no longer grip it. She felt it slip beneath her teddy, brushing against her stomach. Faced once more with this stranger’s impressive girth, Maura began to fear she’d never be able to get him inside of her. And, once inside, would he split her open?

He leaned into her, his weight reassuring, as his cock pressed into her. She could feel precum already leaking from the cockhead, wetting her belly. As he pressed into her, his fingers continued to tease her center. Maura didn’t bother to stifle the moans that escaped her lips as he slid a finger inside her. If the way he maneuvered his finger inside her - his fingertip brushing against her, massaging her from the inside - was any indication of what he could do with that thick shaft, Maura knew she was in for a knee-weakening experience.

The stranger teased her sex until she felt she would cum right then and there. She felt her pussy tighten, wanting release, and then he pulled free. She whimpered, her hips bucking towards him, silently begging for more.

"You won't be needing these.”

Maura gasped as he stripped her panties off her, pulling them down her hips until he simply let them fall to the floor around her ankles. He instructed her to spread her legs and Maura stepped out of the panties, spreading her legs enough that the cool air hit against her hot sex, sending a shiver down her spine.

"If you'd like me to wear this, I'll let you do the honors. Otherwise, I'm ready."

He held a condom wrapper before her, his eyes on hers, waiting.

She took the condom from him with trembling fingers. The foil crinkled as she struggled to open the package. From somewhere to her side she heard someone offer to help, a suggestive tone in their voice. It was only then that Maura realized they were in the open, suddenly surrounded by people who were watching as she gave herself over to this stranger. Rather than trying to hide away with embarrassment, Maura found that she was turned on by the fact that so many in the room were watching them, finding pleasure in their pleasure.

Finally, she managed to open the package and, with eyes locked with her lover’s, Maura rolled the condom onto his hard cock.

"Please," she whispered, one word. One soft, quiet plead for more.

 

[saedo]

Whispers and murmurs rippled through the gathering audience. The sight of Simon and his lover's partial nudity clearly excited the onlookers.

"Mmm, that's a pussy I'd like to taste."

"Holy shit! He's fucking enormous!"

"Bet you could cut glass on her nipples."

"No way she can take all of that."

Simon watched as his beautiful companion rolled the condom onto his swollen cock. Part of him wished to do without, but it was the safer course.

When all was ready, he bent at the knees to lower the enormous, latex-clad glans in line. "Line it up," he instructed as he slid his own hands beneath her. He'd need her help to get the proper angle.

Up close, the girthy knob seemed far too large relative to her slender folds. But as the blunt tip began to slot into her entrance, he could see her tender flesh stretch around the thick intrusion.

 

[ms_tiff]

"Line it up."

He spoke with an authority that thrilled Maura. She'd never thought of herself as someone who could get turned on by a domineering manner, but she had never thought of herself as someone who would fuck a complete stranger in the middle of a sex club either. Sometimes things changed.

She felt his hands cupping her bottom, angling her towards him, pulling her up onto her tip-toes.

With the condom in place, Maura gripped his impressive shaft once more, bringing him to the slick entrance of her sex. She could feel the heat radiating between them as she sank onto the cockhead.

"Oooh," she gasped as the tip pushed inside her, spreading her wet lips further than they had ever been spread. She gripped his shoulders, her knees starting to quiver with the sensation. Head falling back against the wall, Maura's eyes drifted close as she relished this new feeling, this fullness inside of her. Though barely an inch had penetrated her sex, Maura had never felt more pleasure.

 

[saedo]

As Simon rose, his cock penetrated into her further. Any notion of slamming home in one mighty thrust were quickly discarded. Certainly not without causing her undue pain. Instead, he kept the progress more measured.

With several inches inside her, he tightened his grip on her buttocks. "Hold on," he cautioned.
Simon then lifted her till her feet were off the ground.

"Put your legs around my waist," he grunted. Simon leaned his torso into hers, pinning her back against the wall for more support. Her breasts smashed up against his pectoral muscles, nearly popping free of her teddy. He could feel her swollen nipples through the silk.

Her warmth was intense around his cock. Wet, too. He could feel her natural lubrication dripping down the lower portion of his cock and his heavy scrotum below. It'd been awhile since he'd had someone who matched Ms. Wings' level of enthusiasm, but this beauty seemed quite eager indeed. His own anticipation intensified as he lowered her on his meaty shaft.

 

[ms_tiff]

Maura's legs wrapped around his waist as the stranger's hands gripped her ass. Her back was pressed against the wall, her lover's chest pressing against hers. Maura was firmly sandwiched in placed and the only way to move was down onto his thick shaft.

Her lips parted as he pushed upward, seeking entrance. She gasped as her sex opened around him, welcoming his cock into her core. Maura was grateful for how wet she had become, the natural lubricant allowing him to slide inside her.

The silk teddy felt cool against her heated skin as the fabric rode up Maura's stomach.

Only a few inches rested inside Maura's sex and she had never felt more full in her life.

"Fuck me." She whispered, begging softly. "I need you to fuck me right now."

 

[saedo]

At her request, Simon pushed up into her, pressing her into the wall. She moaned loudly. He paused as her body shook against his, her eyes closed. "Too much?"

She nodded fiercely, clearly on the razor's edge. But then through gritted teeth, she murmured " Fuck me . She inhaled sharply and repeated the instruction in a strained tone. "I need you to fuck me right now."

Simon smiled with a predatory gleam in his eye. He pushed as far as into her as her flesh would allow, prompting a loud gasp from her. But he ws far from done.

Planting his feet, he used his arms and torso to pin her hard against the wall. This position did not allow him much room for movement, but he wa able to bend his knees slightly and rotate his hips enough to pull out her a modest number of inches. That was enough for a series of short, powerful thrusts, slamming her pelvis up against the wall each time.

She began to climax not long after. He could feel her pussy straining against his massive cock as it thundered into her. He wasn't sure if she just continued cumming thereafter or if one discrete orgasm was rolling into the next. The giggling in her voice seemed to signify the transition.

His own took some time getting there. Partly it was a point of pride. Let her see what years of experience could do versus the idiot frat boy novices she was used to.

By the time he could hold out no longer, his torso and face were dripping with sweat. His balls felt like lead and his throbbing cock felt like it was buried inside her womb. With a groan of inarticulate vowels, he felt cum surge up his shaft and flood the much-abused condom.

 

[ms_tiff]

She felt him inside of her, filling her more than she’d ever been. Her back pressed roughly against the wall. Each of his rough thrusts driving her body upwards. His fingers dug into her thighs, her backside, his grip tight as he fucked Maura steadily.

Maura doubted even half of his cock had fit inside her, but it didn’t matter. This was the best fuck she had ever had. Granted her experience was limited, but barely a few thrusts in and Maura felt ready to cum.

“Oh god,” she moaned as her sex clenched tightly around his cock. Her body shook and back arched as she felt the first wave of pleasure crash over her. Fingers digging into the stranger’s shoulders as she lost herself in the feeling. She’d never felt pleasure like this before as wave after wave threatened to drown her. Just as one orgasm ended the next began, over and over again, as he continued to thrust inside her.

Maura was lost in the sensation, the world around her nothing more than a fog. She was vaguely aware of the sounds of moans and grunts and cries for more. If they came from her or partner or the crowd around them she didn’t know.

And then her partner was grunting, his cock twitching inside her as he gave one final thrust.

Maura’s head fell onto his shoulder as she fought to catch her breath.

“Wow,” she whispered, her face buried in the crook of his neck. “That was…amazing. Thank you.” She kissed his neck softly, her lips moving upwards to trace the line of his jaw before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I’ve never cum like that before.” She confessed. “You are amazing.”

 

[saedo]

Simon held her against the wall as their mutual orgasmic throes played through their respective crescendos. Hers was a bit longer in completing. Her pussy kept straining against his slightly softer cock, seemingly squeezing as much cum out of it.

Afterwards, she sank against him and laid her head on his shoulder. She whispered grateful compliments to him betwixt soft moans. Simon had to admit, it was rather sweet.

But strong though he was and slender as she was, holding her in this position was tiring. He gingerly lowered her to the ground, which proved its own exercise in balance. Then followed the careful extrication of his cock from her depths, a process complicated by the swollen balloon of cum that now filled the distended latex. Fortunately he managed without its warm, sticky contents winding up all over them.

True to her earlier fondness for tender intimacy, they shared a few soft kisses as their semi-naked bodies pressed together. But when he suggested that they might go again, the look in her face counseled otherwise. Simon thought that he saw a glint of amazement that after having twice produced copious quantities of cum in the office past half hour that he might be ready to do a third. But her words indicated she'd had her fill -- figuratively and literally, he suspected -- and that a longer respite was in order.

He helped her back to the front of the house where she could dress in her clothes for the outside. "See you next time," he suggested as she headed for the exit.

He hoped that were true, but you never could tell. In his year here, repeated encounters had been relatively sparse. Some clearly craved novelty, so they'd never be intimate with the same masked stranger more than once. Nor were all his couplings this pleasurable; he actively avoided repeating disappointments at subsequent meetings. So someone as vivacious and voluptuous as tonight's mystery girl was someone he hoped to see again.

 

[ms_tiff]

Sighing, Maura shifted in her chair, trying to find a more comfortable position. The pleasant ache in her body filling her with both pleasure and pain. Covering a deep yawn with her hand, Maura reached for her venti latte. She inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of espresso – five shots to be exact – and hazelnut.

She had stumbled back to her apartment in Queens at two that morning; a contradiction of racing mind and well-fucked exhaustion. She had lain awake, reliving every glorious moment of that night, for the better part of two hours. Finally, falling into a deep sleep at 4 AM only to be awoken by her alarm at 6:30. She had stumbled through her morning routine with a satisfying ache between her legs, and managed to race into the office only twenty minutes late.

Now, she sat at her desk in the bullpen, staring at the blank Word document in front of her, trying to untangle the jumble of thoughts buzzing in her brain.

The events of the previous night played through Maura’s mind on a loop. If she closed her eyes she could still feel her mysterious lover’s hands on her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh to hold her steady against the wall as he thrust inside her. Biting her lip, Maura stifled a moan at the memory. She cast a furtive glance around the newsroom, could people see the difference in her?

That morning, as she had ridden the F train into the city, packed like a sardine in the morning rush, Maura wondered if people could tell that she had been well and thoroughly fucked the night before. Could they see traces of the debauchery in the secretive smile on her lips or the swish of her hips? Could they sense the hedonistic acts in the way she held her chin up just a little higher with the kind of confidence that only comes from a night of passion.

Stretching out the kinks in her neck, Maura chewed on the pad of her thumb debating the start of her article. How did one write about a mystery sex club frequented by Manhattan’s elite where one had the best sex of one’s life with a masked stranger?

“Hey, Jack wants to see you in his office.” Grace, Maura’s closest friend at the paper and Jack’s assistant, popped her head over the wall of Maura’s cubicle.

Locking her computer, Maura jumped up from her chair. Saved by the boss! She made her way through the bullpen to Jack’s office and knocked quickly on the open glass door.

Jack sat at his desk, nodding incessantly, his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder.

“I don’t want excuses. I want that article on my desk in the next hour.” He barked, waving Maura into the office. She closed the door quietly behind her and settled into the empty seat across from the cluttered desk.

“Yea, see that you do.” He slammed the phone down, making Maura jump. Jack sighed and fell back into his chair, propping his feet up on a stack of red-marked papers.

“So…” he raised an eyebrow.

“So…?” Maura quirked her own brow in response.

Jack shook his head with a chuckle.

“Last night. How was it?”

Maura could feel a blush heating her cheeks and prayed that she wasn’t beet red.

“That good, huh.” Jack barked a laugh. Damn.

“It was definitely…interesting.” Maura responded.

“Interesting is good. Interesting sells papers. I want your article by lunch. And don’t be afraid to include all the juicy details.” He dismissed her with a wave.

With her cheeks still flushed, Maura opened the door to his office and walked headlong into a hard body.

“Oof, sorry.” She apologized quickly, her eyes tracking up a broad, suit clad chest and up to a strong jaw with a salt and pepper beard and further up to a pair of piercing eyes. Her blush deepened as she stepped around the man, her body brushing against his in a way that sent shivers down her spine, and made her way, quickly, back to her desk.

 

[saedo]

;Simon arrived at work feeling relaxed. Almost chipper. He hadn't had a sleep so pleasant in months. Pity he woke up with morning wood like a redwood and had no mystery woman to share it with, but then that was part of the appeal.

He threaded his way across the newsroom on his way to his first of many meetings. Always chaotic, he was only mildly annoyed when a girl dressed like a lumpy sack of potatoes thudded into him. He flashed a polite smile at the unfamiliar underling. The paper employed hundreds, so he hadn't the foggiest idea who or what she was. He had enough trouble remembering all of the editors' names. The cross between bewildered teenager and frightened rabbit as she scurried away suggested intern.

~~~~~~~~~
He spent the next couple hours in meetings followed by reading copy from the various departments for his approval. He was still at it that afternoon when there was a knock at the door. "Enter."

The familiar face of Jill Valentine leaned in. "Hey, boss. I need your approval on the features before we head to print.

"Yeah, sure. Tighten up the article on Russia. It starts to ramble after paragraph eight. And tell Dobbins that she's not an opinion columnist. She can be a bleeding heart on her own time, but she needs to report the actual news in the meantime.

"Then there's this crap." Simon's lips curled in disdain as he tossed the copy towards Jill's sides of the desk. "Spike it and find something else."

Jill lifted the pages littered with red ink. "The sex party thing? I thought it was rather titillating. I mean, can you imagine --"

Simon waved her to silence. "Tawdry tabloid crap. How many hundreds of words is that just to say, 'New Yorkers like having sex'?

"But the wealthy elite-" Jill countered.

"Anonymous wealthy elite," Simon corrected. "Not a single fucking name in here except for the reporter's byline. This is just salacious gossip masquerading as news. Hell no."

"Jack's not gonna like this."

"Jack can kiss my ass. Tell him and whatever frat boy he's got playing undercover investigator that there's no fucking story here. If this kid wants his name on a story, get a fucking story first. Not this crap. It's not happening. And if Jack starts to huff and puff, ask him which one of us hit knocked on his ass the last time he took a swing at me.

~~~~~~~~
Simon waited for Jill to leave the room before letting his eyes turn to slits. How the hell hadn't he known about this piece? It was short on identifying details, but he recognized the Club event. Nothing in there about him, but the idea of his favorite extracurricular activity being exposed set his teeth on edge. Fucking Jack.

He'd have to see if he could quietly ferret out which reporter Jack had used. Jack always had a handful of young ones just getting their feet wet, so it could be any of them. Probably some guy just out of college that was hungry enough to parade around half-naked at a sex party if it meant getting more than a "staff writer" credit.

~~~~~~
"Fuck that asshole!" Jack roared. "I ought to march up there and kick his ass!"

Jill smirked ae she ignored the veteran's tirade. "First, I'm just the messenger. Second, no, you're not going up there. You're lucky he didn't fire you the last time you went up there half-cocked. And I guarantee you that if you take a swing at him again, he's going to put you through a wall. And much as it would amuse me to watch you wheeled out on a stretcher, I really don't want to have do your job. So quit acting tough to impress Maura and settle the hell down."

Jack flushed, but his bluster faded. "Arrogant asshole," he mumbled as he took a seat.

"Don't worry, thus isn't the end," Jill continued, turning to the young reporter. "Simon barely remembers the editors' names, so he has no idea who you are, Maura. I think he thinks you're a man, actually.

" Besides, I think we might could salvage your work. Simon really didn't like that there were no names. You think maybe you could go back in and find out more about their membership? An elected official would be perfect, or maybe a prominent socialite. Maybe uncover a link to prostitution or drugs? If there's a criminal angle, then it's definitely news. Or maybe get an interview or two with the members?

Jill tilted her head. "Only if you feel comfortable with that. I'm sure it wasn't pleasant being a young woman around a bunch of horny old men. It's not easy getting the inside story. But if you think you can do it . . .

 

[saedo]

"Alternatively, you could try pleading your case directly. I'm not close enough to the story to be a good advocate and Jack can't be trusted to hold his temper. But if you could explain why the story is important, then maybe Simon might be persuaded." Jill shrugged. "Maybe."

 

[ms_tiff]

Chewing on the pad of her thumb, Maura paced back and forth in front of the elevator bank, trying to work up the courage to push the button and ride the two floors up to his office. This was supposed to have been her big break, the story that took her from the society pages to something more hard hitting. She had done her homework at the club, speaking with several members before she had progressed downstairs and been…distracted. She had gained as many facts as she could as a newcomer to the club. With no way of knowing when the next session would be or where or if she would even manage to score an invitation, pleading her case with the Big Boss was her only hope.

“Just put on your big girl panties and do it!” She muttered to herself, jabbing the elevator call button with more force than necessary.

Stepping off the elevator, Maura made her way towards his office. Jill smiled up at her from her desk as Maura stopped in front of her.

“You sure you can do this?” The assistant asked.

“Yes.” Maura nodded, trying to convey confidence she didn’t have.

“Wait here.” Jill moved towards the closed office door and knocked. A gruff voice responded and Jill walked in, closing the door behind her.

Drawing in a deep breath, Maura ran a hand over her plum colored pencil skirt. Her black peplum top felt too tight. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the frosted glass of the office door. Her long brown hair pulled up into a messy bun, her skirt and top accentuating her curves. Her black heels elongating her legs and giving her round ass a little extra umph. Quickly, she undid the bun, letting the brown waves loose around her shoulders. She ran a hand through the soft tendrils, adjusting her hair so that it framed her face.

“You can go in now.” Jill stepped out of the office, the door open behind her. “Good luck.” She whispered as Maura walked past her. Maura gave her a weak smile, as she moved into the office. Her knees felt like jelly as she walked into the window-lined office.

“Thank you for seeing me, sir.” She said, her voice wavering slightly as she addressed the well-groomed, man sitting behind a large mahogany desk. She recognized him as the same man she had bumped into outside of Jack’s office earlier that morning. Maura had never actually met the editor in chief, but she had heard rumors. Standing in front of him now, Maura hoped that the rumors of his temper weren’t true. The rumors about his attractiveness were definitely true, though, and Maura bit her lip as she surveyed him quickly.

“I’m Maura Simms,” She moved towards the desk, raising her hand as if to shake his, then quickly dropping it back to her side. “I wrote the article on the sex club. I…I wanted to ask why you decided not to run it. I promise I did my research. If it’s that you need more detail, I can do that, I swear. Please, this was going to be my first feature piece and I…I know I can do it.”