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Chapter 1 — The Invitation
A few minutes ago, I got off at the bus stop a few houses away from my girlfriend’s apartment. It’s a nice spring day, not a cloud in the sky. Spring in New York is a beautiful time of the year. Vickie (my girlfriend) only has one parking spot, so I use public transportation.
I walk into the building and then walk up the three flights of stairs for the exercise. I walk in the door, and the small desk has the day’s mail. A brightly covered letter is sticking out, and I look at it quick.
I ask, “Hun, what’s this? A party invitation?”
Vickie quickly takes the mail out of my hand. She folds it and places it in her pants pocket.
Vickie is evasive, “We’ll talk about this at dinner. Go wash up; it’s almost ready.”
She has a small one-bedroom apartment. Nothing special about it other than she can afford it. I could buy a place, but we have only been dating a bit under six months. I think we both want to see how things go as we’ve both had bad experiences.
Both of us have rich families and in both cases, we struck out on our own to make our own way in this world. It’s part of what I like about her so much. Money doesn’t rule her and she wants to earn her way, not have it handed to her. I’m exactly the same way.
So far, she is a blast in bed and doesn’t care about anything else. We have much in common, like music, movies, food, and careers. We’re both into advertising. I am a few years older and have worked for larger companies. I’m dedicated to moving forward where Vickie seems to be more interested in living life. We meet in the middle, and so far, everything has been incredible.
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After eating a lovely roast with roasted vegetables, we are both drinking an excellent fruity white wine.
Vickie brings up the invitation, “When you work out late on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I go to a private club for adults. I’m a high-ranking member, and it’s my responsibility to bring in new members.”
I’m a bit shocked, “You never mentioned this before. What’s wrong?”
She laughs at me, “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just that a variety of things happen there, and the women can be … forward and crude. Some of the men are just assholes. This Saturday is the tenth-anniversary party, and it’s a big deal. There will be an auction, lots of alcohol, food, dancing, games, demonstrations, and shows.
“I’m going to be up front with you. Because it will be your first time, you will be auctioned off.”
I freak out, stand up, and am ready to run out the door. I do NOT like crowds. This doesn’t sound like anything I want to do.
She yells, “HEY! No freaking out! Let me finish! Thank you. You will be marked as female-only, meaning only a female can buy you. Then you spend the rest of the night with the woman at the club. With a body like you have, they will be all over you.”
Swell. I have never had an issue getting dates. I was a US Navy Seal for eight years. In that time, my six-foot-six body took on sixty pounds of muscle. I spend a lot of time in the gym defining my body. I know I intimidate people with my sheer body size. I smile at myself because I am an imposing figure and quite lethal if needed. I got my online degree in advertising while I was in the service.
In advertising, the female executives fawn over me, and the men want to be my friend. It’s helped my career tremendously. I’m not sure I like this idea a whole lot, but I have a hard time telling Vickie no. I will be cautions, I didn’t get many details.
Vickie straight out asks me, “Would you please come with me? It would mean a lot to me. I want to share my world with you. I think if you try it, you’ll be hooked. I mean, it’s not like you’ll be scared, right.”
Fuck, she knows exactly what buttons to press. She does seem genuinely excited about this, and I admit I don’t exactly know what will be expected of me. Since Vickie is OK with this, it should be fine. The thought, “What could go wrong,” flashes in my memory, but I quickly squash it. That’s just tempting fate.
I flash my baby blue eyes at her, “Ok, I’ll go. For you, my love, I will do this. I love you so much. What do I wear?”
Vickie jumps up and down, claps her hands, she screams, then she jumps up and wraps her arms around me while kissing me on the lips. Well, that’s quite the reaction.
Vickie lets go and explains, “I will be wearing a sexy evening dress, and you can wear anything you want. Once you get there, a costume will be provided. All the new guys are taken at the door, and they will help prepare you. Since the party is tomorrow night, I want you to use the guest room tonight. We’re both going to need our energy tomorrow as the party will start at 6:00 PM and will go well into Sunday morning.
“Let’s go watch a movie and cuddle up. I want some quiet time with my beast of a man. There’s a new Rom-Com that just came out. You get the wine, and I’ll get the popcorn.”
I look through her selection, and there’s just one bottle. I guess I will pick this one. I pick out two glasses and open the bottle so it can breathe a bit before serving. I hear the popcorn popping in the microwave oven. I bring the bottle and the two glasses out to the couch, where I sit down in my standard position and pour two glasses of her wine.
Vickie jumps on me. I quickly grab the bowl of popcorn before it’s all over the floor. She slides off me and onto the couch. She grabs the remote, turns on the tv to the channel, then exchanges for the remote for popcorn and a glass of wine. The popcorn is in a bowl, between her legs. This allows both of us to eat popcorn and drink our wine.
The wine is a bit fruity for me. Vickie loves it. The movie starts, and it’s like every other movie on this station. Boy meets girl. Girl hates boy. The boy wears down the girl. Girl and boy fall in love. Old boy or girl friend come back, and the romance is over. A friend or fate steps in, boy gets girl, and they live happily ever after. Whoopie.
After I finish my wine, my arm goes around Vickie. She snuggles up with me. My hand makes its way up to her breasts slowly. It takes me twenty minutes to move bit by bit so that it surprises her when I grab the breast. It happens every time. Her response is to giggle. She pretends like I’m not fondling her breast, but she loves my big bear paws groping her. I am soft, with my muscles, it would be easy to cause her pain.
I work my way to her nipple. Tonight, it’s the right breast and nipple getting all the attention. I always sit in the middle of the couch. She alternates sides, so no two breasts get this treatment twice in a row. I will pinch the nipples enough to make her cry out. That’s as far as I go. She wants more, but that’s as far as I am willing to go. I have assured her; she does not want me using real pressure.
For ninety minutes, my hand massages her breasts, and I tweak her nipples. She has countless small orgasms throughout the movie. I get good wood, but this is all about making the love of my life feel good without payment. I love pleasing women. Being such a big guy, I must be careful. When I see the joy she gets, it fills my heart with pride. I have killed and hurt enough people in my life. Many more than a person should in a lifetime. I prefer bringing joy. This helps mend my heart and reassure me that I’m not a monster or killing machine. I am a man that can lead a normal every day and productive life.