Fire In His Eyes (Secrets & Seduction #1)(29)

We went back into the main part of the club and he ordered us a couple of drinks, a martini for me and a scotch and water for him after we took a table on the left near the big stage in the back. Near the center stage, there were a bunch of rowdy guys who were screaming and hooting and hollering. Victor wanted me to see what was going on and directed my attention to where the action was taking place. It was pretty hilarious, actually. It seemed to be a bachelor party going on from the snippets of conversation I could catch over the cheering of the young guy’s friends. The groom-to-be was sitting tied in a chair in what appeared to be a large shower stall. One of the walls was covered in large blue tiles and the room was surrounded on three sides by large sheets of clear glass. The groom was three sheets to the wind, and all his buddies sat at three tables around those glass walls. They were pointing and laughing and calling out to him, things like, “Just wait,” or, “You are in for it now, buddy!” He was laughing and pointing back at his friends but I couldn’t make out what he said through the thick glass. He also kept trying to get up out of his seat, but couldn’t because he was tied. He seemed to keep forgetting that. From beside the center stage, there was a red velvet curtain, and four girls in very skimpy bikinis came out. They sashayed their way around the bachelor party swinging their hips for all their worth and then entered the front of the shower stall room. The last girl was beautiful, with the biggest tits I had ever seen. As she entered the shower last, she exotically undid the tie at the back, and then turned around to the groom’s friends and let the top fall. The guys went wild, and I couldn’t help myself, but, I laughed and joined in with their cheering. Victor watched them but kept turning to watch me. He scooted his chair next to mine and draped his arm around me, and slipped his finger into the front of the sleeveless gold dress he bought me and stroked the top of my breast his index finger.

I relaxed into him, and quickly began to feel aroused, just by being with him and the excitement his stroking aroused in me as he lightly touched the top swell of my breast, dipping down to flick at my nipple on occasion. We continued to watch the girls in the shower room. They had large sponges and were putting soap on them. Then they turned on the shower, and it must have been cold water, because the groom-to-be jumped out of his seat only to flop back down when he reached the limits the ropes would allow, and the guys all laughed, but one of the girls quickly shut the water off, adjusted the knobs, and acted like it was all some big mistake. The water was turned back on and the girl’s sponges became very soapy. The girls all took turns in front of the groom, lathering parts of his body, and parts of their own. When not entertaining the groom, the girls entertained the crowd by washing themselves, sudsing up their sponges, lathering their breasts and rubbing their breasts, and pretty soon all the girls were topless. Some girls rubbed their pussies through their bathing suits with the sponge and groaned their pleasure. Victor’s caressing of my breast soon came to be squeezing, and the flicking turned to pinching my nipple through my bra. I returned the favor by rubbing his very aroused cock through his pants under the table. I heard his groan of pleasure as soon as I touched him. I squeezed him, and gave a little moan to let him know I was enjoying myself. The shower lasted about ten minutes, and we enjoyed the show and finished our first drink. We ordered another, and then watched three or four of the table dancers that were within our viewing distance. They were all quite beautiful and even though they were girls, I found it very erotic. There were all kinds of girls, too, African American, Latina, Asian, Native American, and girls from other nationalities as well. Some were lean, others more voluptuous, all shapes and sizes. Victor kept touching me subtly, on the breasts, on the ass, along my thighs, but I soon found myself squirming in my seat. We shared a couple of passionate kisses, too. We were both pretty worked up.

“I think it is time to go into one of the Champagne rooms. Monica, come.” He got up and gave me his hand, and I followed him as he crossed back over to the right of the club. Victor approached a very buff looking black man wearing a tight black Dollhouse t-shirt and tight grey jeans. He was standing by several archways and Victor conversed with him briefly, but I couldn’t hear what was said above the thumping of the music in the main bar. Money exchanged hands, and then he indicated which room we were to go in. The walls in the room were gold, with low lights directed against the walls and recessed lighting in the ceiling, but it was muted. A black leather sofa was against the back wall, and a coffee table in front of it. On either side of the sofa were two black leather chairs, one with arms and one without. All three faced a wall of dark glass. Victor led me to the sofa and indicated I should sit down. A woman entered and set a bucket of champagne on the coffee table in front of us, and two flutes of champagne. I settled onto the couch more comfortably tucking one of my legs beneath me. She filled one glass, and Victor asked her to fill his only half way as he was driving. I looked to the glass as a light was turned on behind it, and saw a small door open, and two girls entered the viewing room. They began to dance with each other and both wore satin negligees with garters that were very revealing. One girl was Latina, and the other was a tall leggy blond. The Latina wore a deep purple and the blond wore emerald green. They began to dance with each other when Victor sat beside me. “What do you think?” he asked not watching them, but watching me.

“They are very beautiful,” I stated honestly.

“Yes, but not as beautiful as you,” he whispered in my ear and began to kiss and bite and lick my neck. He stopped briefly when I was just beginning to get aroused again, and reached out to take a hold of the champagne glasses. He handed me mine, and then clinked my glass with his. “To the most beautiful girl in the place tonight, who has happily surprised me to no end.” He drank and so did I. He took my glass and set it on the table in front of us and settled more deeply into the sofa. We watched the girls dance and begin to disrobe. They took their time, and helped one another disrobe. They began to touch each other sensually and kiss passionately feeling each other’s asses, and caressing each other’s breasts. Both of them were completely naked now. The Latina then broke the kiss and led the blond to a chaise lounge that directly faced us. The Latina sat down and straddled the chaise giving us a full view of her * and spread her legs wide, and I found myself involuntarily spreading my legs. Victor noticed because his hand went to my thighs and he began to caress them as the blond kneeled beside the Latina and touched her and stroked her with two fingers looking back over her shoulder at us as if she could see us. She parted the Latina and touched all her folds and caressed her. The blonde then took those same two fingers and inserted them into her own mouth, and showed us through the glass that she liked how the other woman tasted. Victor pushed me onto the side of the sofa, and pulled one leg onto his lap, and pulled my black lace panties to the side. “You’re * is beautiful, Monica, and I love how it tastes. He inserted two fingers into me, and withdrew them and tasted them like the blond behind the glass. Victor’s eyes were on fire. I pushed up and into his fingers as he inserted them into me again and again and then he turned to watch the girls again. The blond was finger f*cking the Latina, using her hand like a gun, and her thumb to stroke the Latina’s clitoris, while the Latina gyrated on the chaise and squirmed showing us her * and how wet and juicy she was. The Latina was also reaching up to stroke the blonde’s breasts, and I reached up to fondle my own breasts through the thin fabric of the dress. I tweaked my own nipples. Victor must have been watching me as I did this, and muttered, “Yes, Monica, I like to see you touch yourself, baby.” He kept finger f*cking me using his thumb to stroke my clit, and I felt him move a bit as he shifted, and undid his own pants. I looked down to see he had his fully aroused penis out, and gripped himself tightly with his other hand. I groaned at the sight of his arousal, and because his attention to my clit was getting me very, very excited. Like the Latina, I, too began to squirm.