Chapter one
“I really don’t think I could’ve done this without you, dear. You’ve been indispensable,” Blanche says with tears welling in her eyes.
Fuck.I hate tears, especially from a woman.
Sighing, I lean in as she reaches for a hug and give her a tight squeeze. It feels like the end of an era. Tonight is Blanche’s last shift at Rendezvous, for now at least. It’s been a wild few months, and I still catch myself expecting to wake up back at home, feverish and recovering from a terrible illness causing crazy dreams.
She continues her reminiscing as I think back to my life recently. My uncle died, and my father assumed his place at the head of our family’s business. My beloved sister married a much older man to fulfill a decades-old contract, falling in love and almost getting herself murdered in the process. Katarina’s marriage to Henry Sinclair turned all our lives upside down. His family is huge and getting bigger soon. Four siblings, if you count their adopted brother, Jack, with spouses and babies on the way. It’s mayhem most of the time.
Ledger and Jack Sinclair own the club I’m standing in, and although it’s not a conventional setup to have your mother step in to run your sex club when multiple employees quit at once, that’s exactly what Blanche has been doing. After the last floor manager and lighting supervisor were caught in a torrid affair, they and their respective spouses, also employees of Rendezvous, all left. The floor manager position has been a nightmare to fill, and the Sinclairs have been picky with applicants, trying to avoid a repeat of this colossal shit show.
Finally, though, Jack found Brad via his connections in New York, and not a moment too soon. With Ledger and Henry’s sister, Margot, due to give birth to twins any day now, Blanche is ready to go back into full grandma mode. Ledger’s wife, Sloane, isn’t too far behind Margot, so there will be three new Sinclair babies soon. “Not enough, but a good start!” as Blanche says. She’s obsessed with having a huge family, and from what I’ve heard, her children all share her sentiment. I shudder at the thought of what a loud nightmare having a big family must be. I don’t know how Kat survives.
“Do you remember when half of our performers for the winter sports extravaganza had their flights delayed? You had to…”
“Pop a pill and perform for the better part of a twelve-hour shift,” I finish. “Yes, I remember. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that. My dick hasn’t been the same since.”
Blanche looks at me with pride, as if we’re not discussing my sexual stamina. That night was a workout, and not one I ever want to repeat. What was supposed to be a snowed-in orgy at a ski chalet became me servicing twenty horny women wearing flannel, all by myself. The chafing alone has put me off fur rugs for a lifetime.
“You were magnificent, darling. One for the record books! Not since my husband’s showing at the 1989 World’s Fair have Iseen such peak male performance. You know, my Henry was out there for…”
Before I learn anything else about Blanche’s sex life with her late husband, I’m saved by Brad, who has a clipboard with a list of last-minute questions for her. I sneak back toward the offices as she expounds on the importance of having ice packs on hand at all times.
Grabbing a snack from the break room, I hide in one of the empty offices and consider again how long I’ll hang around here once Blanche is gone. I didn’t follow my sister when she moved with the intention of becoming an employee of her husband’s family’s upscale sex club. But when my dad, Ivan, told me to take some time for myself away from our business? Well, I’d be a fool to pass that up. My first trip to Rendezvous ended with me being drugged and robbed by the woman who murdered my uncle. Subsequent trips, though, were immensely pleasurable, and when I stepped in to help Blanche with a vendor issue one evening, she declared she was keeping me. I’ve been an unofficial employee since, although I would say I’ve been working for Blanche, not the club.
At first, it was a mixture of helping her with administrative tasks and filling in as a stunt cock whenever performers didn’t show, but now my play is usually only personal. I’m pickier now that the novelty of my relative freedom has worn off, and I’m only active a few nights a week, on my own terms. Not that I don’t draw a crowd. I do. But if a performer’s plane is delayed or someone backs out, I’m not volunteering myself for any more orgy scenes.
I’ve finished almost all my tasks for the evening, and I go back out to say one final goodbye to Blanche. She tells me she’ll see me soon, and with the gleam in her eye, there’s no telling what she has up her sleeve already. The Sinclairs have started to welcome me more and more into their family activities,especially now that Henry and Kat are renewing their vows soon. The redo wedding is next month, so I’ll see everyone there, if not before.
Brad gives me instructions on what to do with the rest of my shift, and I immediately walk away.Absolutely not.If that’s the way he thinks this is gonna go, I might as well turn in my badge. Walking back toward the bar, I get my last drink of the evening and turn to survey the dance floor. I’m considering whether I want to go back to my empty apartment early this evening when a man approaches me and orders two drinks. He’s shorter than me by a few inches and has a lean build, with a chiseled jaw and a dark mustache.
“My wife asked me to tell you she likes your tattoos,” he says, nodding to a woman seated at one of the high-top tables that line the edge of the room. She’s curvy, with long box braids and a soft smile. “I’m Mark,” he says, shaking my hand and showing off his own blackout work on his forearm.
After downing the rest of my drink, I wink. “Would she like to see the rest?”
It takes less than ten minutes to find an exhibition room that’s free and strip ourselves. I’m not sure what these two were looking for tonight, but they’ve easily capitulated to me being in charge. Mark and Melody are kneeling in front of me, wearing nothing but their wedding bands, which shine in the low purple lighting of the room. I slowly stroke my cock, enjoying the way their eyes dilate and their breaths quicken with desire.
“Melody,” I say quietly. “How experienced are you at sucking cock?”
She smirks, and Mark coughs a soft laugh. “Very experienced, Sir.”
“And you, Mark?” I continue, closing the small gap between us to rub my weeping head across his lips. He greedily licksthe precum I’ve given him off his bottom lip before eyeing me hungrily. “Are you also an expert?”
“Better than her, Sir.”
“Let’s have a friendly contest. Melody can suck you off while you suck me. First to finish wins.” Without any further discussion, Mark opens his mouth wide and takes me to the back of his throat, while Melody bends down onto her elbows to go to work on Mark.
“Oh,fuck yes,” I groan, thrusting with abandon since it’s obvious Mark doesn’t have a gag reflex. “That’s a good fucking boy.”
He whines, and I see that Melody has positioned herself on her elbows and knees in front of me, giving all of her attention to Mark and trying her best to make him come.Can’t leave her out of all of the fun.I reach down to find that she’s dripping for us already and use two fingers to languidly pump in and out of her before adding a third.
“When was the last time you tasted your wife’s cunt?” I ask, pulling my fingers out of Melody and coating myself with her before thrusting back into Mark’s mouth, pulling a moan from both of them. She’s spread open in front of me, and the temptation to sink into her is high, but the condom supply is across the room. I don’t fuck bare, even with the stringent requirements all Rendezvous members meet. Time to finish Mark off so we can move on to the main course.
Grabbing his throat, I squeeze hard and pull him until I’m to the hilt, and I know he can’t get any air.
“You better come before you pass out. I’m ready to feel your wife’s sweet cunt on my cock, and if you’re a good boy, I might let you in with me,” I growl, and his eyes roll back. A long, low, animalistic moan vibrates his throat around my cock, and I look down to watch him give a last few desperate thrusts into Melody’s mouth as he fills her.
Tears stream down his cheeks as he gasps once his airway is clear, and I reward him with a hot kiss before tasting him from Melody’s lips.
