Author Note: Thanks to everyone who's taking a chance on this story! You guys certainly had a lot to say about the last chapter! Plenty of pitchforks aimed at Edward — and Bella, for not being able to say no to him.
I thought I was giving you the easy hint, but the only reviewer to earn a teaser this time was twifan7731! MC Hammer sampled the 1981 Rick James song Super Freak in his hit U Can't Touch This. The most popular guess was Under Pressure (sampled in Ice Ice Baby) which is what I'd expected. I thought this one would be the second-most obvious answer though! I even tested it out on the guys I eat lunch with.
Thanks to moosals and edwardisaputz for pre-reading! Stephenie Meyer owns all characters.
Chapter 11 – Super Freak
After dessert, Edward insists on taking care of the check, then leads me out of the restaurant with his hand on the small of my back. Once we're outside and away from the door, he turns me to face him, taking hold of both of my hands.
"Have you thought about it? Would you like to go to the club with me?"
"I'll admit I'm curious," I reply. "But you won't… leave me alone to go be with another woman, will you?"
"Of course not!" he cries, sounding almost alarmed. "I'd like for us to spend more time together."
"OK, then," I agree, giving him a small smile. There can't be any harm in seeing what it's like. "What's the address?"
He shakes his head. "You'll need to leave your car here and ride with me. A membership badge is necessary to open the gates."
"Oh, um, OK." I let Edward lead me to his car, a silver Volvo, which strikes me as a bit odd. He opens the passenger side door for me, then closes it once I'm inside — a perfect gentleman.
Edward's car smells like him, and just riding with him is enough to cause memories of us naked together to come rushing back. I hope we get to the club soon, before I'm ready to jump him in the car.
We drive for 20 minutes or so, until we're in what feels like the middle of nowhere. Finally I see a huge mansion up ahead, surrounded by a tall wrought iron fence. Edward swipes his badge at a card reader and the gates open, allowing us through.
"Wow! Was this, like, someone's house once?" I ask in awe.
"Yeah, I think so," he nods.
We park in a lot near a number of other cars, and I wait for Edward to open the door and help me out. He leads me toward the front porch with his arm around me.
Inside the screened-in porch, a huge bouncer with a shaved head is waiting. "Badge, please," he says in a no-nonsense voice. Edward hands the man his membership badge and he nods, "Good evening, Mr. Cullen."
"She's my guest," Edward says, nodding toward me.
"ID, please, Ma'am." I pull my driver's license out of my purse and he reads it over, then enters my name on a piece of paper attached to a clipboard. He hands me my license back, along with a neon yellow badge with a clip on it, like you'd get at a conference. "Wear that at all times," he directs.
I watch as he hands some sort of sticky paper to Edward to attach to his own badge, which he clips onto his shirt pocket before ushering me ahead. Inside the front door we step into a huge, elegant foyer with marble floors. There's a coat check on the immediate left, so I hand my coat to the attendant, then slip the claim number into my purse.
"This way first," Edward suggests, leading me through a doorway to our left. I look around the large room, which looks like the type of bar you'd see in a nice steakhouse, maybe. Small, round high-top tables are scattered around the room, along with several completely normal-looking couples who appear to be in their 30s.
"What would you like to drink?" he asks. "Vodka and cranberry?"
"Um, since it's a full bar, can I get a Bailey's?"
"Of course," he smiles. I follow him up to the bar, not really wanting to be alone in this place — though honestly, nothing looks particularly scary.
Once we've got our drinks, we take seats at an open table. "OK so far?" he asks. I nod and receive his panty-dropping smile in return. "So on the other side of the foyer is something like a nightclub, with music and a large dance floor. It's not as loud as a normal club though, I don't think.
"Behind the dance floor is another room for meeting and greeting, like this one. There are couches and ottomans to sit on, and waitresses to take your drink order. And—" he pauses, looking at me carefully, "It's clothing optional."
My eyes widen. "You mean the room is full of naked people?" I whisper-yell.
Smirking, he shakes his head. "Not 'full of'," he explains. "But it is allowed. Those couches and ottomans that I mentioned are often used by couples having sex."
"In public?" I screech.
"Yes, Bella, in public," he confirms with a grin. "I've told you that exhibitionism is a common fetish. And there are also plenty of voyeurs here who like to watch.
"For those not quite so brave, there are semi-private bedrooms behind the bar here," he adds, pointing behind him.
"Semi-private?" I question, though my mind is still stuck on the idea that couples actually have sex in a room full of strangers.
"The wall along the hallway is one-way glass, just like in a police interrogation room. Anyone can walk past the rooms and watch, but from the inside, you never know if anyone is there. It gives the illusion of being watched though, for couples who get off on the idea of it. The back wing and the entire upstairs are full of small private bedrooms, for those who just want to hook up for the night."
"This place is huge, but I don't know if there can possibly be enough rooms for everyone here to hook up."
"Not everyone hooks up every time; some nights no one strikes you. And some people prefer to meet here and then leave to go do their own thing," he explains.
As we drink, I try to people-watch without being obvious about it. I don't know what I expected, but the fact that everyone just looks so normal is kind of shocking to me. No one is ugly, but they're not all as attractive as Edward and Tanya. And I'd kind of expected to be stared at, like a shiny new toy, but that isn't happening. I've seen a few women eyeing Edward, but that's it.
"No one is really paying attention to us," I whisper.
"No," Edward smiles. "They see your Guest badge, so they know you're off limits. Are you ready to dance?" he asks, nodding toward my empty glass.
"You dance?" I chuckle.
"Sure, why not?" Grinning, he stands up, holding his hand out to me.
Once we've stepped through the French doors on the other side of the foyer, the atmosphere changes. The music is loud, but not so loud as to inhibit conversation. A few people are standing around the perimeter of the room, but the majority are on the floor dancing.
Make that, dirty dancing. They're all fully clothed, or they'd probably all be having sex.
Edward leads me to an open spot on the dance floor, then moves behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I can feel him begin to sway to the sexy beat, and I slowly begin to move with him. He buries his face in the side of my neck, leaving a soft, lingering kiss on my skin. Goosebumps erupt throughout my entire body as he begins his seduction.
"I love how responsive you are," he whispers in my ear. "I bet you're already wet, aren't you, Bella?" I don't respond, but he's totally got me pegged. "Should I check?"
"Edward!" I squirm away as his hand begins creeping up my thigh, underneath my dress. I spin around to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck as we continue to dance. He pulls me close and I can feel his erection digging into my hip. In a room full of attractive women, he's staring at me as we dance, and it makes me feel beautiful.
When the music changes, he untangles me and spins me back around. Unable to resist, I rub my backside against his hard-on, making him groan. "Minx!"
I get more and more turned on as we dance together. I assume he intends to take me upstairs at some point, and I don't plan to protest. After a couple more songs, Edward grabs my hand, leading me off the dance floor and through a door into the next room.
It's all I can do not to stare. Mixed between the couples standing around chatting, I see a woman on her knees, giving a blowjob to a man seated in a chair. One woman is completely naked, laid out along a narrow table that's roughly pool-table height, her head tipped back so that she can suck the cock of a guy standing behind her, while another man's head is between her legs. Yet another woman is bouncing atop a man seated in the corner of one of the couches.
They all seem so uninhibited, so free… like they don't give a fuck who's watching them. I'm not really turned on by watching them have sex — that might be limited to watching Edward — but the thought of being so free…
Edward brings me to a quiet place along the wall, backs me into it, then kisses me, his tongue immediately coming out to play. Goddamn, I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed his kisses. He lifts me up and I instinctually wrap my legs around him, grinding against him.
"Are you gonna make good on your teasing?" he asks. "We can go upstairs right now, or… we can be the next main attraction."
My eyes widen. "You'd really have sex in this room, in front of strangers?"
He nods. "I will if you want to. It makes no difference to me. I just want to be inside you soon."
I crane my neck to look past him at the room. Instead of the couples having sex, I see now the people watching them, and I remember how much I liked knowing that Tanya was enjoying what she was seeing. But…
"I'm not sure about being naked in front of strangers."
Edward smiles, reaching up to brush my hair behind my ear. "I can keep you mostly clothed, if you prefer."
"Do you want to do it?" I question.
"Only if you want to. I want you to feel free to act on your desires, whatever they may be. This is a safe place. Everyone here enjoys something that's outside the norm, even if it's just 'swinging.' Everyone here fears people finding out what they do in their private lives and judging them for it, but there is no judgment here."
As I stare into his eyes, he captures my lips in another steamy kiss. As his hips pin me to the wall, his right hand sneaks between us to pull back one side of my wrap top so that he can squeeze my breast. I whimper when he slides my bra cup out of the way, circling my nipple lightly with one finger.
Lifting me up higher, he bends down until he can suck my nipple into his mouth. I'm so lost in what his lips and tongue are doing that I don't even care that there are others in the room.
"Edward," I moan, and he lifts his head.
"Last chance," he whispers against my lips. "We can go wherever you want."
"H-here."
Edward stares into my eyes as if he's making sure it's really what I want before he smiles, letting my legs drop to the ground. He takes my hand and leads me over to stand in front of a red leather ottoman. Getting down on his knees, he reaches up underneath my dress to pull my panties down as my heartbeat speeds up. He encourages me to spread my legs, then sticks his head underneath my dress. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I stare down at them as he laps at me with his tongue until I can hardly remain standing.
"Oh God, you're good at that," I moan.
Edward is smiling when he brings his head out from beneath the fabric. He reaches for my purse, setting it on the ground beside him, then takes his wallet out of his back pocket to grab the required condom.
"Get down on your knees," he directs, and once I've done so, he grasps my face and kisses me again. I can taste myself on his mouth, and it's… strange.
"Open my shirt." Staring into his eyes, I slowly begin undoing the buttons, then brush my hands over his toned chest. "Now open my pants."
As he begins sucking on my neck, I pop open the button then pull his zipper down. He's wearing underwear today, and I reach inside to pull out his cock. "Fuck," he groans as I begin sliding my hand up and down his very hard cock. It feels so warm and thick in my hand and I can't wait until he's inside me.
"Ready, baby?" he whispers in my ear. I nod and he spins me around, positioning me so that my forearms are braced on the ottoman.
I know there are people in the room, and I know some of them must be watching us, but all I care about is Edward right now. I hear him pulling his pants down behind me and then the crinkle of the foil packet as he opens it. And then his hands are on me, flipping the bottom of my dress up to expose me to him.
I hold my breath in anticipation, feeling his cock press against me. He slides it in achingly slowly until he's completely buried inside me.
"Breathe, baby." I exhale a heavy breath, and he starts to move, slowly at first and then picking up speed. He's holding on to my hips initially but then he bends forward until he can grasp my hands in each of his.
Suddenly he straightens up, pulling me with him. He brings one hand around my chest, pulling and tweaking my nipple, while his lips suck on my neck. All the while, his hips never stop moving.
"Look around you, baby. See everyone watching you? See that guy—" he tilts my head to the left, "—with his hand down his pants? He wants you so bad, he wants to be the one fucking you, but he can't touch you. Only I can touch you."
I inhale sharply, staring at the man who does indeed have his hand down his pants.
"You're so fucking sexy, baby. I love it when you just let go and listen to your body." His left hand still on my breast, he brings his right hand underneath my dress, circling my clit. I whimper, spreading my legs to give him easier access. "Do you want to come?"
"Y-yes."
"Look at that woman to your right, about two o'clock. See her licking her lips? She wishes she were you right now, getting fucked in a room full of people. Look right at her when I make you come, OK? Show her what she's missing."
I nod helplessly and Edward removes his hands, pushing me forward. He increases the pace of his thrusts until I'm babbling incoherently. It's too difficult to focus on anything beyond the feel of his cock, though.
"Oh… oh God," I scream when I finally come. He wraps himself around me, thrusts a few more times, and then freezes, groaning loudly.
Edward holds me tightly for several moments before pulling away. As I come back down to earth, I see so many pairs of eyes watching me. I quickly shove my breast back into my bra and straighten my top.
When I turn around, Edward is tying off the condom, then he tries to pull his pants up one-handed. Staring at the condom, it truly hits me — I just let him fuck me in front of dozens of strangers. Who does that?
Reaching around blindly for my panties, I can feel my breathing speeding up. Oh my God, what have I done? Fuck, fuck, fuck…
"Bella?" Edward calls, but his voice sounds like it's coming through a tunnel. "Shit!"
A/N: We have a cliffie!
Many of you have been blaming Edward for manipulating Bella into doing what he wants, but he was quite clear with her that where they had sex was her decision. She was sure she wanted to do it there… until it really hit her what she'd done.
I have never been to a swingers club. My club is based on the website of a lifestyle club in Denver mixed with the descriptions in the old, abandoned fic Consequencias. And likely some artistic liberties. Who's gonna admit to visiting one to tell me what I've gotten wrong?
Next chapter's title: Hmmm… let's try this one. A #3 hit song by a band whose name was a misnomer.
