Previously — TELL ME A STORY, PART ONE
TELL ME A STORY: PART TWO
Prologue: Erica Fry is a fortyish woman who has on a whim taken it upon herself to visit a company that records one’s sexual fantasies on audio tape. A woman named Valerie has taken her to a room in which there is a chair designed to sexually arouse the user when she tells her story. The chair itself has a large thick dildo protruding from the middle of the seat which Erica was at first reluctant to use. After a bit of prodding from Valerie, she finally sat down on the fierce rubber pecker and began telling her story. It was a true tale of how she was taken and fucked in the middle of a crowded subway car when the power went out. Her suitor was large black man who literally ravaged her while no one was the wiser. Now, Valerie is anxious for Erica to come up with another story. And here it is…
A friend of mine who is a movie producer asked me to join her for a night on the town when I was visiting New York City. After having finished a sumptuous late evening dinner, Paula asked, “Are you up for something a little more adventurous?”
“Sure,” I replied as we climbed into her new BMW.
She reached into the glove compartment and produced a black scarf and asked me to cover my eyes. I gave her a quizzical look but did as I was told. We drove for about fifteen minutes from the Midtown restaurant before we glided to a stop. I asked if I could now remove my eye cover, and after a few seconds delay we were again moving and she gave me permission to take it off. When I opened my eyes I discovered we were inside of a huge factory-type building and were moving slowly towards a lighted area at the far end of the block long room. There were at least two dozen cars parked by a heavy steel door that was manned by two very large bouncers. Before we got out of the car, Paula touched my arm and made me promise not to tell anyone about what we were about to see.
“We’re not gonna do anything illegal are we?” I asked nervously.
Of course not,” she assured me, “I guarantee that everything’s on the up and up.”
“Okay,” I answered softly, “I promise.”
The two bouncers nodded at Paula, indicating that they had seen her before. Once inside I was stunned to see men and women in various stages of undress. Some were simply having a drink and talking with friends, while others were in the midst of passionate love making.
“So, what do you think?” she asked while handing me a drink.
“I don’t know,” I stammered. “What exactly is this place?”
“It’s a sex club for the very rich and famous,” she replied between sips of her vodka and tonic.
“I don’t think I recognize anyone,” I said while scanning the room.
“Come with me!” she ordered while taking me by the arm.
A few moments later, we entered a smaller room that contained a few chairs and a small stage. Up on the stage was a naked, busty, brunette tied between two posts in a standing spread eagle position. A young woman was gently caressing her body while applying fragrant oil to her most intimate areas.
“Recognize her?” Paula asked.
It was taking my eyes a few seconds to become accustomed to the low light level, but all at once I turned to Paula and whispered hoarsely, “is that who I think it is?” (more…)
