rule here is that you don’t do anything you don’t want. Of course, if there’s something you’ve never done, you’re welcome to try. There are private rooms for most people.” Gloria turned in her seat to say hello to someone she knew.
Desperation had driven Wendy to this club. She would have done anything for some wild sex. But now, faced with the reality of where she found herself, her confidence disappeared. The tiki’s effect had worn off completely.
She had come to her senses.
Her Chemistry grade wasn’t worth losing all control. She put her drink down on the table and gathered her purse.
“Gloria, thank you for bringing me here, and giving me this opportunity. But I don’t think this is for me.”
“Listen to me. How many times have you been sitting in class frustrated? How many times have you been alone in your room trying to work on a paper and been distracted enough, you had to stop and satisfy yourself?”
Wendy hated to admit it, but it was true. She twisted her purse strap in her hand and gnawed on her bottom lip. Maybe now was her chance.
“I know you. You need this. Just relax and try it out. See what happens. No strings attached, just plain fun.” Gloria patted her knee.
Wendy took a deep breath, picked up her drink, and scanned the room. She was here, she might as well see what developed. And the next day, her mind would be free to focus on the test.
Her gaze fell on a cluster of men at the end of the bar. She tried to envision which one to hook up with. She shook her head. She needed a cigarette.
“What are you looking for?” Gloria asked as Wendy had her head stuck in her purse.
“A cigarette! I’m desperate!”
“You quit last year. Besides there’s no smoking in here.”
“Great, no smoking, no drinking.” Wendy pulled her hand out and it held the idol.
“Oh, cute. What’s that?”
“This is the tiki I was telling you about. Some crazy lady pushed it on me.”
“You really think this works?”
As Gloria plucked it out of her hand, there was little doubt in Wendy’s mind. The same feeling came over her. Heat bubbled through her. Her body vibrated with need. Now when she studied the cluster of men at the bar, she didn’t hesitate to stand and approach them.
She strode up and stood staring at a man with dark hair and tan skin, a one day’s growth of beard shading his square jaw.
“Hello?” he said turning to face her.
“Hi.” She knew she needed to end up in one of those private rooms with him between her legs. But she was clueless as to how to get there.
“I’m Nick.”
“Wendy. I’m new here.”
“Oh, I heard we had a new member.” He took her hand. “Am I going to be the lucky guy to introduce you to our club?”
“I guess so.”
“You want one of my friends to join us?” He indicated the other men standing right behind him.
“Oh, uh.” Both fear and excitement surged inside her. A dream nudged the back of her mind. At that moment, Gloria ran up and put the idol back into the hand that wasn’t in Nick’s.
“You’re right,” she whispered in Wendy’s ear. “Go get ‘em.”
“Come on, Nick, give her a break. It’s her first time here. Or are you not man enough for her,” one of his companions at the bar said.
Nick only stared into Wendy’s eyes, ignoring the remarks from his friend. He led her toward the back. On the way, he dipped his hand into the bowl and pulled out an entire handful of condoms. The idol’s heat poured from the one hand that held it through her body and into Nick’s. He guided her to a door that stood ajar.
“If you see one partially open that means it’s available,” he explained as he held the door open for her.
Inside a queen size bed with crisp linen sheets sat in the middle of the room. Low lighting reflected off cream colored walls adorned with framed landscapes. If it weren’t for the enormous mirrors hanging over the headboard and on the ceiling, it would look like an ordinary hotel
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