Bronson looked at the silver spoon in his hand. It had been in a package outside of his door without him having ordered it. It had a beautifully carved handle, and he knew exactly what it meant. When Damian had come to him and told him about this secret club, he first thought it was a joke. He had answered yes to trying it out without thinking any of it was real, but then the spoon appeared along with a card that only had an address on it.
He moved his eyes from the spoon and over to the big house. Whoever owned that house was rich. Not that it mattered. He probably would never know who the owner was. The spoon was his entrance ticket and that was the only thing that mattered.
"Either go home or go in there. Stop staring like a creep," he scolded himself.
He took a deep breath and walked over to the gate. He showed the spoon to the guard who nodded and opened the gate for him.
"It's my first time here," Bronson said nervously.
"Just go inside and enjoy yourself," the guard said.
Bronson nodded and walked up to the front door. He opened it and heard two female voices talking to each other.
"He asked me last time if I actually like it. Poor thing thought I was a prostitute," one of them said.
"No way!" The other laughed.
"Way!" The first one laughed too. "I had to explain to him how much we all love being here and that we're not getting paid. We do it because we love the thrill of it and because we love sex so fucking much."
That felt reassuring for Bronson to hear. He had been having the same thoughts after what Damian had explained. He continued forward and walked past a naked woman sitting on a chair.
"You want a blowjob, handsome?" She asked.
"Maybe later," he smiled. "It's my first time here. I don't wanna be drained before having seen what it's actually about."
"You're gonna love it," she giggled. "I'll be out here if you change your mind."
He nodded at her and walked towards the ball room. There was an open chest on a table and a note for people to leave the spoons in it. He placed the silver spoon inside it and continued forward. He stopped and looked around at the amount of people enjoying themselves. A secret sexclub where a silver spoon was the entrance pass. His eyes found Damian at the bar who grinned and waved at him. He waved back and figured he could talk to Damian later. All the action around him already had him excited so he decided to walk around to see the free human buffet.
He stopped and watched a pair of women's legs being held up by rope. He couldn't see the woman. Her lower half was sticking out through a hole that had black fabric covering it so no one could see who was on the other side. Her legs were being held up apart for anybody to have fun with her. He watched long enough to see two men fuck her but he focused on her moans coming from the other side. Whoever she was, she was clearly having the time of her life.
"Her hands are tied on the other side so she can't touch herself," Damian said.
Bronson jumped startled. He hadn't noticed Damian sneak up on him.
"How do you know?" Bronson asked.
"I know who she is," Damian said. "This is her thing. She loves being a toy for an entire night without ever seeing who fucks her."
"Have you fucked her?" Bronson asked.
"She's probably the only woman here I haven't fucked. We're college friends. She's the one who told me about it, and then a spoon arrived," Damian said.
"Can you tell me something about her?" Bronson asked.
"Her name is Ishana and that's all I'm gonna tell you. She likes to keep things secret and I respect that. We all respect each other's fantasies here," Damian said.
Damian looked across the floor and smirked. Bronson saw a brunette waving Damian towards her.
"I gotta go. My favorite just got available," Damian said.
"Have fun," Bronson said.
"You too," Damian said.
Bronson looked at the tied up legs again. The man fucking her pulled out of her and pulled off the condom he had been wearing. There was something enticing about the stranger hidden in plain sight.
"Ishana," he whispered.
Before he could stop himself, he crossed the floor to the tied up legs. He grabbed a condom from the station next to her right leg. There were stations with condoms all over this place which he loved seeing. Safe sex was important when it came to places like this. He dropped his pants and briefs, rolled on the condom, and entered the faceless woman.
"Fuck, yes!" She moaned loudly.
He thrust into her with long, deep thrusts that became harder and harder. She kept moaning for everyone around them to hear and it turned him on even more.
"I'm cumming!" She cried out.
She started shaking and he felt her walls squeeze him tight. He ran his nails down her thighs and emptied himself inside the condom. He held still and turned his head to place a kiss on her leg. He heard her giggle to herself and it made him smile. He pulled out of her, threw the used condom in the trash can placed for that sole purpose, and pulled his pants back up. He stepped away and another man quickly took over.
"Ishana," he whispered again.
He walked over to the bar and ordered a bourbon cocktail. He sipped the drink and looked around. He couldn't stop smiling at the sight. This was a fun club. One that he would like to visit again.
"Excuse me, sir," the bartender said.
He turned his head and looked at the bartender who pointed at the earpiece in his left ear.
"The man behind this event would like to ask if you're enjoying yourself so far," the bartender said.
"I'm having the best time ever," Bronson said. "Thank him for inviting me and tell him I would love to come again in the future."