Teller and his companion worked the room. He stopped at our table, looked at Vickie and me, and said in a booming voice, “you’re lawyers. I’ve seen you at bar events.” We acknowledged that we were, indeed, lawyers. “What firm are you with?” Teller asked. We told him. “Damn!” he said. “I’ve never seen a Thomas lawyer here before. High time.” Looking Vickie up and down, he added “and we got that Firm’s most beautiful lawyer.”
Teller suddenly seemed stuck, and it dawned on me that he didn’t know or had forgotten our names. I introduced Vickie, Denise, Jeff, and myself. Teller introduced the woman with him as Stacey Rand, his office administrator and paralegal.
The conversation stopped for a moment. Stacey started to move towards another table. Teller gently grabbed her arm and said, “wait.” He paused another moment before asking us, “have you eaten?”
“No,” I said.
“Stacey and I are eating here,” Teller said. “Will you join us? It’s on me.”
I glanced at Vickie. She quietly said, “up to you.” Denise and Jeff nodded their agreement.
I thought dinner with Brad Teller might, at least, be amusing. “We’d be honored,” I said, “but we can’t let you pay for us.”
“It’s the least I can do in return for the opportunity to dine with such beautiful women,” Teller said, including Denise in his look his time. I started to say something else when he cut me off. “I insist,” he said. I shrugged. Teller waved the waitress over and told her to put our drinks on his tab. I glanced at Vickie. She just smiled.
I remembered that Denise had told us that the club had a restaurant, and that clothing was prohibited throughout the club. I still expected to be given a robe or something to wear while eating dinner. Nope, the six of us ate buck naked sitting on our towels. The food was surprisingly good. Over dinner, we learned that Teller’s firm consisted of him, two younger lawyers, Stacey, and two secretaries. We also learned that Teller had played football at The State University. Teller quizzed Vickie and me about our educations, our athletic careers, and what we had done at the Firm.
At the end of the meal, Teller insisted on coffee for all of us. “The night is young,” he declared. “Have to keep the energy level up.” After we were done with coffee, Teller whispered something in Stacey’s ear. She nodded affirmatively. “Would the four of you join us in one of the red rooms?” Teller asked.
“Jeff and I have been members here about a year,” Denise said. “We’ve never seen the red rooms.”
“Tonight, you will,” Teller declared. “Come!”
We followed Teller and Stacey (who had a large but very firm ass) down a hallway and down a set of stairs. A young woman was sitting on a stool at the open door at the base of the stairs.
“Rooms open?” Teller asked the young woman.
“A couple,” she replied.
Stacey and Teller were obviously in a hurry. They walked briskly down the hall until they came to an open door. The four of us followed. We were in a large room. Teller and Stacey had taken off their shoes, so we did the same. The floor was covered with something like red leather. The center of the room was occupied by a large circular piece of furniture that was about groin high. It appeared to be padded and was upholstered in a shiny red material. The walls were mirrored. The lighting wasn’t bright, but we could see clearly. Different sides of our nude bodies reflected from different walls.
Stacey and Teller began kissing. Teller put his hand between Stacey’s thighs. Stacey took Teller’s balls in her hand. As Teller became erect, Stacey began stroking his dick. He lowered his head and sucked one of Stacey’s huge nipples.
There was something erotic and seductive about the scene. What Stacey and Teller were doing seemed natural. Teller sat down on the furniture. He looked at us and said, “you only live once kids.” He lay back. Stacey climbed on, straddled him, held his dick up with her hand, and lowered herself down on it.
The purpose of the red rooms was clear. Vickie and I had a choice: we could leave, or we stay in the room and fuck. I looked at Vickie. Her eyes were gleaming, and she was breathing a bit fast. She stepped to me and said, “like he said, we only live once.” She took my dick in her hand. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. Our tongues danced with each other.
Denise was on her back and Jeff had mounted her before Vickie and I took our places on the piece of furniture. As I slid my dick into Vickie’s pussy, she said, “this feels wonderful.” I hope she meant me rather than the furniture.
Vickie and I had been together long enough by then know what each other liked and to have developed variations for our lovemaking. That night, Vickie said, “slow.” That meant we would take our time and I would not immediately target her favorite spot. That night was so extraordinary, like an erotic dream, that we wanted to prolong it as much as possible.
“Slow” also meant we were more aware of our surroundings. We could hear grunts, murmurs, giggles, and other sounds from the two couples with whom we shared the one piece of furniture. Those sounds of intercourse made a soundtrack for our own lovemaking.
It seemed like we had been fucking for a long time when we heard Teller grunt several times and Stacey moan “Ohhhh yessss!” Vickie sped up her hips to tell me we were moving from “slow” to “let’s come!”
A bit later, we heard Denise’s voice, an octave higher than normal, saying staccato “yes, yes, yes, oh yes, yeeessss!” Along with that, we heard Jeff expel several huge breaths.