I look at the sexy and naked college-age girl bartender, “Two whiskeys, neat, and I don’t mean shot glasses.”
I got half a water glass of top-shelf whiskey.
From what I can see, there are rooms for rent to play with friends, movie theatres, sex shows, orgies, and general areas to grope, mingle, and share with others. I am led to the old lady’s office.
She introduces herself as Penny.
She asks, “What do I call you, besides The Beast? You are one hell of a man. Your equal has never stepped foot in my place before. I would have bought you tonight unless a particular woman bid on you, and no way a new member was getting you.”
I reply, “Bill.”
She continues, “Ok, first things first. I gather that you weren’t given the entire account of what happens here and what was going to happen to you.” My facial expression gave her my answer. “Let me explain, just to make sure you don’t want this. When a woman bids on you. She gets your sexual services for twenty-four hours. Often, for a man like you, several women will pool their resources, and you get to fuck, suck, and be sucked by a variety of good-looking women. Wouldn’t you like that?”
With as little emotion as possible, I say, “No.”
That’s easy to do because I didn’t see Vickie and she comes here twice a week without me. I don’t think she’s working as a bartender. Vickie is the only woman I want, and the longer this goes on, the worse I know this will be. My heart is literally breaking. The anger stays with me, yet this woman has been nice. Therefore, I return the nice attitude.
Penny suggests, “Have a good stiff drink.”
Penny is sitting at a standard office desk with a PC on the desk with a monitor, keyboard, and mouse. Behind her is an array of eight large screen TVs divided into several screens of security cameras.
Penny picks up her cell phone, calls someone, and asks, “What room did The Lady in Red rent tonight?” There is a short pause. “Thank you.”
She hunts and pecks on her keyboard and clicks several times. The first thing is only one picture on the closest monitor. It has an older man spanking a “schoolgirl” that looks about forty. Another click, and a woman is tying up a man using a pink rope. One more click, and I drank the rest of my glass. The crack wasn’t the glass shattering but my heart breaking in two.
On the screen is a naked Vickie. There must be a dozen men in the small blue room with blue sheets and white pillowcases. Vickie is locked in some type of suspended … device. She is lying on her back with two guys pounding her. A guy is in her ass, one in front slamming her pussy. Her head is hanging down, and she’s alternating between three cocks fucking her face. Her hands are jacking two more guys off, and two guys are playing roughly with her breasts and nipples.
I am sure all color flushed from my face at the scene. Penny leaves the camera go for a few minutes. That allowed me to see that they were rotating, so the others got a chance with her as well. Twelve guys will leave cum in her pussy. She had no intentions of buying me.
As Vickie said it, “more cum for her pussy,” Penny turned off all the cameras. I bury my face in my hands and cry; nothing explains this away. I am embarrassed, humiliated, sad, angry, and at a total loss of why she would do this to me.
After crying a while, Penny says, “You can have me if you want. I’m a fantastic fuck. Otherwise, go pick a woman; nobody says no to you. Go have some fun.”
I can’t look at her, “Can I have my clothes back? I need to go. I can’t be here.”
Penny picks up her phone, “What tag did you have?”
I say, “215.”
Penny makes a call, “Phil, bring basket 215 to my office. Then I want you to take this man home in the limo. Pronto, baby.”
As I am putting my clothes on, Penny says with a way too sexy voice, “You seem like a decent guy. Don’t let this eat at your soul. This isn’t your doing or your fault. To get a gold membership card, you must fuck 1000 men. She can also earn points for bringing in new men like you tonight. Only a nympho can fuck that many different men.
“Her brain is wired differently; she needs sex and a variety of men. I believe she does care for you. She slowed down for four months before coming back. She can’t change what she is without a lot of therapy. I will do my part to help her out. She broke some significant rules tonight, and that caused a potential police incident. She is getting the death sentence; I am revoking her membership here and at every adult club in the world.
“We stick together to blackball the bad people; that’s that last thing any of us need. She is going to go ballistic.” She smiles. “I bet you can take care of yourself, though. I’m not worried about you physically. If you love her that much, it’s going to hurt for a while. If you can, go back home.
“Your family will care for you until you heal. You will heal eventually, or you will die. That would be a great waste of a man. I see you’re done. Let me walk you out to the limo. Go home, get your stuff, and then leave her. Go far away.”
She did walk me out of the club. The women I knew were outside the office, waiting for me and wanting to talk. The two bitches had a smile on their faces; the others looked mortified. I ignored them all and left the club, not even bothering to look for Vickie.
I don’t remember being driven home. It was like magic; I was home. Well, what used to be home. So many good memories. I put down my phone and wallet by the mail. I flip through it, just bills and advertising crap.
I turn the large recliner so it’s facing the door. I grab a bottle of wine and a glass. I sit in my chair, waiting for my ex-girlfriend to get home.
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10:23 AM the following day. The door opens, and a pissed-off Vickie stomps up the stairs and bursts into the room.
Vickie is crying and screaming, “What did you do to me? Why do you hate me? FUCK YOU! I lost my membership!”
I say with a soft voice, “I saw you fucking a dozen guys.”
She is silent.
I continue, “You sold me like a piece of raw meat. Women I know nothing about, possibly a co-worker may have purchased me. Didn’t you think I wouldn’t mind? You’ve ruined my career. You’ve ruined my life.”
The anger is back in Vickie, “Well, boo hoo. What guy doesn’t want to fuck other women? What, are you a puritan or something? How am I going to get enough sex? I can’t go anywhere because YOU fucking got me blackballed from every fucking club.”
She reaches over, grabs a vase, and throws it at me. It bounces off my chest and breaks as it hits the floor. She is crying and hysterical. Anything she can get her hands on; it’s thrown my way.
I walk to the door, and before I walk out, I ask, “Did you ever love me, or was this just a way to get more points?”
Her silence tells me everything I need to know. I close the door as a wine bottle shatters against the doorframe. I hear a series of obscenities from behind the door that drowns out as I walk down the stairs for the last time. I say goodbye to Jerry, the doorman, turn right, and walk.
I am numb. I don’t feel anything now. I don’t want to be around Vickie, my family, work, nothing. I have no car, no money, and eating is last on my list. I’m in a fog.