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Author's Name: Lee Anne Montgomery ([email protected]) Story Title: Woman Partner (Chapter 22, Club Eros) This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 2003. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. I look forward to, and hope that I receive, your feedback. Enjoy! ********************************************************************* This story is currently twenty-six chapters long. The author suggests reading previous chapters before proceeding. Chapter Twenty-two - Club Eros Eros is the Greek god of love, son of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love. The plain, uninviting street view of the entrance to Club Eros provided no hint of what was waiting inside. As we stepped across the threshold we were hit by a huge wave of sound. The club was dark, illuminated only by black lights, strobes and light balls emitting thin dots of light throughout the club as they spun randomly from chains. A kind of fog filled the room, which was larger than the storefront suggested, almost like a huge warehouse. A bouncer looked us up and down as we approached. We immediately went to our purses for identification. The bouncer shook his head and motioned for us to pass. As we did, he continued to eye us as though we were being inspected for an auction. Masses of people were scattered throughout the club. Many were dancing. Some were clustered at tables in the darkest corners of the room. A long mahogany bar stretched along one wall, behind which at least a dozen bartenders worked feverishly, yet efficiently, serving the throng of patrons. Hard rock music blared from speakers located throughout the cavernous hall. With some trepidation, we walked toward the bar. I was feeling uncomfortable. As we approached the bar, I took in the different folks around the place. I think just about every type of person you could imagine was represented there. There were punk rockers, Goth, Hip-Hop blacks, college girls, surfers, and they were all having fun. Carla pushed her way to the bar and ordered us each a gin and tonic. The room was warm - no, it was hot. I could feel my body temperature rising already. The cold drink was refreshing. Carla shouted in my ear, "This place is wild!" "I know!" I shouted back. We could barely hear each other even though we were yelling. "Wanna dance?" Carla yelled. I laughed. "Sure! Why not?" I replied. We downed our drinks and made our way onto the dance floor. Facing each other in the middle of the pack, we began to move. We weren't the only girls dancing together. There were actually several clusters of girls dancing with each other, many quite close to each other. I was more comfortable knowing that we weren't the only women who were 'together' in the club. I smiled at Carla as I relaxed and got into the scene. I thought to myself, 'Oh well! Might as well make the best of being anonymous. I could never do this back home.' Carla was swaying sexily before me. She moved her hands up and down her sides as she gyrated her hips all around. Staring directly into my eyes, she licked her luscious red lips. Although we weren't touching, Carla was making love to me. I mirrored her moves from a few feet away, allowing her to lead me in our public sex dance. She raised her hands above her head. Her large breasts poked out prominently from her chest. She edged closer to me. Soon we were dancing right up against each other. Our nipples repeatedly brushed against each other as we swayed back and forth to the heavy rock beat. Other girls dancing near us were dancing in a similar manner. I noticed that a few guys who were dancing nearby were watching us intently. I began to sweat from the combined movement of our dancing and from the heat inside of the club. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed on to my hips from behind. When I turned to see who it was, I was looking into the dark and mysterious eyes of the pretty girl who helped us select our dresses earlier in the day - Carrie. Her long black hair hung down her back. She wore tall, black leather boots with heels at least five inches high. She had on a black leather mini-skirt that couldn't have been more than ten inches wide, and a sheer white halter-top that didn't hide her sensuous little breasts at all. She wore fishnet stockings that were connected to a garter, the straps extending well below her mini-skirt hemline. Carrie was wearing a broad grin as she yelled, "Hi! I'm glad you girls made it. What do you think? Isn't this a blast?" I shouted back, "Yes! We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into until we arrived. But we're having fun." "Great! Mind if I dance?" she asked as she moved between Carla and me and began shaking with the hard beat. Carla winked at her and continued her sex dance, unimpeded by the introduction of Carrie to our circle. As we danced I asked if she were alone. She said that she had friends here somewhere, but she wasn't sure where they were. She explained to us that the club extends far back to the rear of the building and that there are a few private rooms where people can go. People come in and just go with the flow all night long. After dancing to a few more songs we decided that we needed another drink. Carrie led us to a corner table a bit out of the way. A waitress wearing a tight black top that left her belly button exposed, a ragged black mini-skirt and combat boots approached. She had a nose ring, a belly button ring and a whole row of earrings in her ears. She had a tattoo of a butterfly fluttering above her right breast. Her hair was spiked and dyed with streaks of purple, gold and blue. It glowed in the black lights and, despite being kind of freaky for my tastes, I was sort of turned on by her. Carrie ordered three Hurricanes and 'Spike', as I dubbed her to myself, spun to retrieve our drinks. Carla and I stared as she walked away. "Cute, huh?" Carrie chimed in. "Uh...yeah....I guess," I stammered, trying to conceal that I was, in fact, turned on by this creature. "What's her name?" "Jill," Carrie said. "Maybe we can get her to join us in a bit. She's a wild one. She'll do anything. And I mean anything!" she added with emphasis. "So," Carrie continued, "I take it you girls are lovers or something like that?" I looked to Carla to take control. She chuckled before saying, "Actually... Lee Anne is my boss. I'm her secretary." Carrie smiled. "Realllly!? Interesting working relationship you two seem to have." She looked down at my hand and took note of my wedding ring. "And you're married Lee Anne?" she asked with a bit of an accusatory tone, given that I was out partying with my secretary. "Yes," I replied, giving away nothing, wondering how far she'd pursue her line of questioning. "Does your husband think you're here on business?" she asked, a glint in her eye. I looked to Carla for help. Bailing me out, she replied, "Actually Carrie, we're here on pleasure and, as a matter of fact, Lee Anne's spouse is traveling with us and has given approval for us to spend the evening together." I smiled my thanks to Carla. She had cleverly avoided the question of whether my spouse was a husband or a wife. "Hmmm," responded Carrie. "How lucky for the two of you!" Just then one of the rare slow songs began to play. Carrie spoke to Carla, "Would you mind if I danced with your boss Carla?" "Not at all," Carla answered. "But I might have to cut in if you get too cozy with her," she teased. Carrie stood and took my hand in hers and led me to the dance floor. She immediately assumed the lead by wrapping her arms around my waist, forcing me to drape mine across her shoulders. She smelled sweet. I loved the feel of her soft and silky hair. My DD-cups pressed tightly against her firm, little breasts. She nuzzled into my neck and we rocked together as we moved around the dance floor. Carrie talked directly in my ear, although she still had to speak loudly for me to be able to hear. "You dance quite nicely Lee Anne. I find myself very attracted to you. And I can tell that Carla thinks you are quite special as well." "Thank you," I answered. "This is nice," I said, resting my head onto her shoulder. As we danced, Carrie's hand drifted to my butt, rubbing me in a circular manner. I loved the touch of her fingers as she caressed my ass. She pressed her pelvis tightly against me, causing me to worry whether she could feel my cock. Although I was fairly certain that I had it tucked well away, I could feel it hardening as the sexual tension passing between us mounted. "Mmmm," Carrie moaned. "You feel really nice Lee Anne. Do you think Carla would mind if you fucked me before the night was over?" she asked nonchalantly. I pulled away and looked at her with a quizzical expression, trying to guess what she meant. "Don't worry Lee Anne," she soothed me, smiling. "I doubt anyone else can tell. You look just like a girl. But I noticed that you were 'special' when you were trying on clothes today. And I have to tell you that I'm turned on as hell by you. I promise you that your secret is safe with me. So? What do you say?" I choked a bit, and then said, "We need to speak to Carla. This is supposed to be our special day together." Just then Carla tapped me on the shoulder, "Mind if I cut in?" she interrupted. I stammered, wondering if she realized what was going on. "No. Not at all. Carrie is a lovely dancer." I turned Carrie over to Carla and headed back to our table, my head reeling from the advance Carrie had made. Carla pulled Carrie close and they fell into a rhythm. "You want her to fuck you, don't you?" she asked Carrie. Carrie replied, "Oh yes! Indeed I do! Do you mind?" "Not at all. Is there somewhere we can all go together in here? I wouldn't mind getting in the middle of it with you. But I'll let you have her cock. You're going to love it Carrie. She's such a slut." "I can't wait," Carrie responded eagerly. "There are plenty of rooms in the back of the club where we can go." I wondered what they were talking about. I had a strange, uncomfortable, feeling that they were talking about me. It was a feeling I was becoming more and more used to. They continued dancing, holding each other close. Carla snuggled into Carrie's soft neck as they swayed softly to the slow music. Once the music ended they walked back to our table and sat down, each smiling. "You two look like you're up to no good. Come on! What gives?" I asked. "Whatever do you mean boss?" Carla replied, feigning innocence. "Nothing gives. We just had a nice dance. That's all. Right Carrie?" "That's right!" she agreed grinning broadly. "Sure!" I said. I didn't believe either of them. "Whatever! How about another drink? I'm dying of thirst." Carrie signaled Jill over to our table and ordered us each another Hurricane. As Jill walked away to retrieve our drinks, a tall, dark girl, obviously an island native, approached our table. As she got closer, I took in her wholesome, yet powerful beauty. She was at least 5' 9" tall (without heels). Her sexy cream-colored high-heels added five inches, making her downright statuesque. She wore a matching net weave mini-dress that was held up by a halter tie. Her legs were long, powerful and beautiful. Her skin color was a dark caramel, contrasting nicely with her cream-colored dress. As with many women of African descent, she had a large round ass that jutted out prominently. The high-heels further accentuated her rear. She had large, full breasts - at least D cups. Her round, dark areolas were outlined clearly under her dress. She wore a necklace with a gold sun pendant dangling into her cleavage. Her earrings were long, gold chains of varying length. She had long, thick dreadlocks. Her eyes were dark and she had thick, full lips covered in shiny, gold lip- gloss. Everything about her exuded the image of a powerful and strong woman. She walked up and as she did, Carrie stood and greeted her with a full hug. As they parted they kissed each other on the mouth. "Hi ya honey!" the girl greeted Carrie. "Who yur friends?" Pointing to Carla, she said, "This is Carla." And then to me, "And this is Lee Anne. Girls," she said to us, "Meet Jasmine." We each said hi and that we were pleased to meet her. "Would you care to join us for a drink?" Carrie asked. "Love to baby," Jasmine answered in a full voice tinged with rhythm. Just then Jill returned with four drinks. We looked at her questioningly, because we'd ordered only three, and she said, "I saw Jasmine and knew she'd want one too." Jasmine took her glass and said, "Thank ya sweet girl. You lookin' verry nice tonight Jilly." "Thanks," she replied. "So do you Jazzy." Once we all had our drinks, Carrie raised her glass. "To our new girlfriends!" "Cheers!" we all shouted. We sat talking for a while, had a few more drinks, and got to know each other better. After a while, Jasmine announced that she was ready to do some dancing. A heavy rock and roll song was playing as we made our way to the dance floor. We gathered in a small circle, dancing together. Each of us had our own special movement. Despite the fact that we were all girls, there was a sexual tension in our motions. I was fantasizing sexual relations with each of the other women. I had no doubt that each of them were entertaining similar thoughts. By this time in the evening, the floor of the club was packed with people. We were, by no means, the only all girl group dancing together. I wondered why it was that girls, even straight girls, seemed so comfortable dancing in public together, whereas guys would never do such a thing. Jasmine edged closer to Carla, nearly touching her as she rocked and swayed invitingly before her. Carla looked into Jasmine's eyes, smiling in return. There was an obvious connection between them. As we danced, we moved deeper into the crowd. It seemed to me that the further within the mass of bodies that we went, the raunchier and more erotic the dancing became. The crowd grew denser. Carrie took my hand and swirled me in a circle. When I looked around, I had lost sight of Carla and Jasmine. They had, seemingly, disappeared into the crowd. Carrie held on to my hand and began pulling me through the craziness going on around us. I didn't know what was going on. I was feeling disoriented. Carrie led me out of the crowd and to a door at the back end of the club. She pulled me through and, when the door slammed, the sound of rock n' roll guitar immediately deadened. I could only hear the drum beat still pounding. Carrie laughed uproariously as she forcefully pulled me to her and kissed me deeply. I was unable to resist her and so I kissed her back. "God!" she exclaimed. "I've been wanting to do that all night Lee Anne!" I smiled at her. "I'm glad you did. But where is Carla and Jasmine? What happened to them?" "Come with me," she winked conspiratorially. "I think I know where we can find them." Carrie led me through another door that led to a flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs, she entered another room. She locked the door behind her. As we walked inside, I realized that we were in a small viewing area with a large picture window overlooking the dance floor. From our vantage point we could see the entire crowd going at it. The strobes and spotlights that swept the floor made the motion of the hundreds of sweaty bodies appear surreal within the smoky fog that hung over the dance floor. We scanned the floor and then Carrie whispered, "There! There they are!" she said, pointing them out for me. Looking down, I saw Carla and Jasmine dancing right up against each other. The crowd was so tight that they had little choice. From the way they were dancing though, I'm confident that they'd have been that close even if they were the only dancers on the floor. Jasmine towered over Carla as they ground their pelvises against each other. Jasmine was running her hands through Carla's hair and all up and down her body. They would periodically kiss each other in long, wet, tongue-filled kisses. Carla would attack Jasmine's large, full lips with her mouth. It appeared to me that Carla was completely under Jasmine's spell. Jasmine lowered her hands to Carla's hemline and pulled her tight dress up to her waist, exposing Carla's pantyless ass and pussy to the crowd. Carla didn't react to her public disrobing. Jasmine rubbed up against Carla's crotch, running her hand up between Carla's thighs. She then moved her hands to Carla's shoulders and pulled her dress straps off of her shoulders, sliding her dress top to her midriff, allowing Carla's boobs to escape. Carla was now dancing nude, the material of her dress wrapped around her waist in a tight band. Carla was swaying sexually before Jasmine with her arms above her head. She had to realize that she was going to draw attention from the crowd. She seemed to not care. Indeed, she seemed to want to be the center of attention. And yet, her eyes were focused entirely upon Jasmine, transfixed by the vision of Jasmine's tough, hard African body. What happened next was beyond my imagination. If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I could have never pictured it. Her hands firmly on Carla's shoulders, Jasmine directed Carla to the dance floor, onto her knees. Carla continued to rock and sway as she knelt before Jasmine, who towered over her. Jasmine danced close to Carla's face, brushing her pelvis against her face as she did a bump and grind motion. Jasmine slowly raised her own skirt, exposing the fact that, like Carla, she wore no panties. As Jasmine danced before Carla, she tantalized her with the thickest, hairiest bush I'd ever seen. Rocking out and swaying, Jasmine continued dancing right up in Carla's face, periodically sliding her snatch across Carla's mouth. Each time she did so, Carla tilted her head upward, her tongue out as she tried to lick Jasmine's pussy. In 'Dirty Dancing' style, Jasmine spread her legs and, in a half squat position, stuck her vagina right in Carla's face. She began a fucking motion up against Carla. Jasmine then lowered her hands to her pussy and stretched her twat open wide to allow Carla full access. Jasmine had the broadest, thickest, juicy cunt lips I'd ever seen. They were a deep, rich, reddish pink color. By this time, Jasmine's thick nest was soaking wet. Her slippery folds of flesh glistened in the flashing lights as she stuck her hungry hole right up into Carla's face. And right there on the dance floor, in front of everyone who was watching, Carla greedily licked Jasmine's sweetness. The dancers in their vicinity continued to rock, but a circle had formed around Carla and Jasmine. As I watched Carla eat out Jasmine on the dance floor, Carrie slipped behind me and wrapped her arms around my chest. She rested her head on my shoulder, taking in the show with me. "Your secretary seems to be quite taken with Jasmine. Wouldn't you say?" "Yeah," I answered. "I'd say that is an understatement. Look at her attack Jasmine's pussy. As sexual as I know her to be, I could never have pictured her doing anything like this." As we watched Carla and Jasmine go at it on the dance floor, Carrie slipped a hand inside of my dress, cupping one of my breasts. I sighed. She moaned, "Mmmm. That is nice Lee Anne. I've wanted to hold you all night." As she spoke, she deftly slid her free hand under my skirt and slowly crept up my thighs to my special ingredient. My clitty cock was bulging against the front panel of my lace panties. There was no point in worrying further about concealing it from Carrie. Her slender fingers stroked me outside of my panties. I relaxed and enjoyed her touch while I watched my 'date' eating cunt in the middle of the dance floor with hundreds of strangers enjoying the show. The crowd of dancers surrounding Carla and Jasmine began to get into it. A tall, black man moved up behind Carla, pressing up behind her, forcing her face tighter against Jasmine's pussy. Jasmine leaned over Carla and kissed the muscular man. He reached over and yanked her top down, exposing her ample caramel breasts. Her thick, hard nipples were erect. The man placed his large hands over Jasmine's boobs and began massaging them as he continued to use his pelvis to push Carla's face tightly against Jasmine's bush. Carrie slipped her hand inside the waistband of my panties and gave them a tug. I helped her maneuver them down my legs, opening my thighs wider to aid her access to my meat. "Oh Lee Anne!" she exclaimed. "You are quite well-endowed honey. Such a wonderful combination of equipment!" Unwilling to wait any longer, she removed her hand from my breast and unzipped the back of my dress and began helping me out of my dress. The skimpy material fell to the floor, leaving me standing in front of Carrie in just my heels. Carrie reached behind her neck and untied her halter-top. She tossed it to the floor and moved against me again, her pert little breasts pressing into my back while she continued to massage my cock and one of my breasts. She kissed me on the ear, sticking her tongue inside as she did. "Oh Carrie!" I sighed. "That feels sooo nice. Don't stop." "Don't worry honey," she whispered. "I don't intend to." As I continued to watch Carla carry on, a man in the crowd who had been witnessing her public sodomy stepped forward. I gasped as I saw him withdraw his dick from his pants and press it against Carla's cheek. Although Carla seemed to respond to this added sensory intrusion, she did not stop licking Jasmine's gorgeous prize. A girl danced over to the tall, bald black man directly behind Carla. Reaching to his pants, she undid them. She moved behind him and tugged them down from the waist, helping him to remove them entirely. He was now pushing against Carla with a massive hunk of cock protruding past her neck as she ate Jasmine. "My God!" I whispered. "What are they doing to her? Are they going to rape her?" "Relax honey," Carrie urged me. "Just watch. Your secretary will be fine. This happens all of the time here." "That is such a huge cock though!" I said. "Yes. It is. Isn't it? Lovely. Just lovely. I'm sure that Carla will enjoy being stuffed full by Jorge. You're quite nice too sweetie," she praised me as she squeezed my meat in her petite fist. Carrie slid to her knees. She crawled in front of me, so that I could continue to monitor the dance floor. On her knees, she held my meat in her hands and moaned, "Oh - my - God! I have been thinking about this all day!" Her wait finally over, she slid her sweet, soft lips around the head of my clitty and completely swallowed the entire thing in one gulp. I momentarily quit worrying about Carla as I enjoyed the sublime pleasure Carrie was bringing to me. But I didn't stop watching Carla. I thought, 'We're gonna have some stories to share later tonight.' Jasmine placed her hand on Carla's head and pushed her away from her snatch. Carla looked up into her eyes questioningly, almost pleading to be permitted to resume her public cunnilingus. Jasmine shook her head no and, as she did, turned Carla to face the monster cock that was now right in front of her mouth. Carla seemed to understand what she must do. She took hold of the huge, black sausage and pulled the large, mushroom-shaped head to her lips. She opened her mouth and kissed the big dick. Carla began to get into the routine. She spread her jaws wider and took a few more inches of the massive boner into her mouth. As she sucked the monstrous cock of the big black man, several other men stepped closer and pulled their meat out of their pants. They converged on Carla and began jacking off. "Oh no," I moaned as Carrie deep throated me. "I hope she's going to be alright." Carrie said nothing. She continued to devour my clitty-cock. She rendered me helpless to do anything other than submit to her mouth. She was an amazing cocksucker! Carla opened her eyes at one point and I thought for sure that I spied a look of panic in them. But I was unable to do anything for her. I knew what was about to happen too. As I prepared to explode into Carrie's soft mouth, the big black man began pounding into Carla's. He must have shot a huge load of cream into her mouth as a flood of milky white fluid began spewing from the edges of her mouth. He face-fucked her savagely, forcing her to swallow as much of his sperm as she could. As she tried to keep up with the injection into her mouth, the men surrounding her began to ejaculate all over her. Semen from the crowd of strangers was pouring down her face and onto her naked breasts. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever witnessed. And in a public place! Jasmine knelt down before Carla and kissed her right on the mouth. She began sharing the sperm that was inside of her mouth and coating her face. Carla smiled and kissed Jasmine back, completely intoxicated by now at what had happened to her. Jasmine then sat on the dance floor with her legs spread wide, again opening her huge wet cunt to Carla's mouth. She pulled Carla forward, onto her hands and knees, and forced her face down into Jasmine's muff. Carla, acting with pure, animal instincts, again attacked the slick fleshy folds of Jasmine's vagina. In the position she was in, Carla's ass stuck high into the air. As I suspected, her position was an invitation that could not be refused. Another tall black man stepped forward. He eyed Carla's ass and dropped his pants right there. He had a cock that was at least ten inches long and I knew what he was going to do with it. Kneeling behind Carla, he pressed his cockhead up to her wet slit, rubbing it until his probe was adequately slickened. He then pushed his meat into her ready pussy. Carla knew what was coming and spread her legs wider, aiding his entry. He pushed and pushed and pushed until he was completely impaled inside of her. He then began gently rocking, nudging Carla's tongue deeper inside of Jasmine's cunt with each rock. Meanwhile, Carrie continued to suck me. I'd filled her mouth with my jism, but she didn't seem to be ready to let me go. I reflected on how nice it felt to have my clitty sucked even after I'd spewed my spunk. I felt like I should return the favor though. Yet, I couldn't take my eyes off of Carla and the fucking she was being given. The guy began ramming her more vigorously. As he did so, Carla was being forced to eat Jasmine's pussy deeper and deeper. I could sense by his rhythm that her fucker was about to make a deposit. He was fucking her with a vengeance now. Suddenly, he drove completely to the hilt and stopped. He was pumping her full of his seed. I could tell. After a few minutes, he collapsed on top of her back. When he stood to pull away from her a long, thick strand of white cum rope stretched from her ass. Carla knelt motionless on the dance floor, her face resting between Jasmine's legs. The show now complete, the other dancers moved on. Jasmine lifted Carla's face and helped her up. They kissed softly. Jasmine helped Carla adjust her dress, although she was a total mess. Her face, hair and breasts were covered with jizz. The load of sperm just plowed into her pussy would be dripping down her legs. I didn't know how we'd get her cleaned up. As Jasmine led Carla toward the door through which Carrie and I had exited the dance floor, I lost sight of them. Carrie released my cock and stood up. "Mmm. Lee Anne. You tasted sooo good. Thank you very much." "You're welcome," I answered distractedly. I was worried about Carla. "That was very nice. You have the softest mouth and lips." She held my face in her hands and kissed me. Her tongue and the inside of her mouth were still coated with my cream. I loved the second hand taste of sperm. As we kissed I heard a knock upon the door to the room we were in. Carrie went to the door and opened it. Standing at the door was Jasmine and Carla. Jasmine was holding Carla close to her breast in a very possessive manner. Carla had a look on her face that said she was comfortable with the role she was in. No one spoke as they approached us. Carla's eyes met mine and seemed to communicate that she was fine. When they were next to us Jasmine spoke. "Carla's coming home wid me. You girls wan join us?" She wasn't really asking. She was telling us. I was disappointed that Carla and I would not be finishing off our date, as we had planned. But I also was quick enough to realize that this might turn out to be fun. I'd been salivating over Jasmine's cunt the entire time I watched Carla eat her out. I wanted to get at her also. "Sure," I said. "Why not?" I took Carrie's hand and said, "Ya'll lead the way." We left the club together. As we walked past the bar, Carrie stopped and whispered something into Jill's ear. "What was that about?" I asked. "Nothing to worry your pretty little head about," she replied. "Just telling Jill where we'd be." I smiled. 'Oh yes! This was going to turn out to be fun.' Outside of the club, Jasmine hailed a taxi and we all climbed in as she gave directions. I knew we wouldn't end up back at the villa tonight. I hoped no one would worry about us. This story is continued in Chapter Twenty-three, "Island Girls". Keep your comments coming. I love hearing feedback!! Hugs, Lee Anne It's okay to READ stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn't okay to HAVE unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! *********************************************************************