Ainsley threw up his hands in defense. “I’m not arguing! And I’m not going to have my cock out in the lobby, that’s rude. I’m not anamateur. I was raised better than that. I’m going to wait to take my cock out until we’re in the appropriate setting, like a private sucky sucky hole room. We also have to decide what we’re up for. Evidently, we can signal if we want oral or penetration.”
At that, Ris made a face. “Can’t we decide once we’re in there? I don’t want to automatically say no to something now, in case I change my mind later, but . . . I don’t think I’m up for all that. Have we gottenmorevanilla?”
“Oral is a good plan. We don’t need to do anything else if we’re not feeling it. You know, I think you’re right? We get more vanilla by the week. Not even like the fancy French vanilla with the little bean specks. Plain ol’ ‘dairy dessert’ vanilla. No pig people, no getting down on our knees. When did we get so old, Nanaya? We used to have orgies! Now I’d probably need someone to spot me to get up off the floor.”
“We’re so unprepared for this,” she giggled as they crossed the street to the club, pushing through the doors. “You didn’t even pack snacks this time!”
Ris could immediately tell what the reviews meant by ‘clean’ and ‘well-run’. The reception area didn’t look that much different from her doctor’s office, professional and orderly, not giving any hint as to what sort of business lay beyond the locked double doors. The tiefling behind the front desk had a poised, practiced smile and a bright, cheerful, retail-ready voice. The entire space held a faint, astringent scent, like a freshly bleached kitchen.
When it was their turn at the counter, Ainsley slapped their IDs and the several-year-old test results from the clinic down on the counter with far too much enthusiasm. “Hello! It’s our first time here, and we’re both monogamous, consenting adults.”
She was glad to be standing slightly behind him, better able to bury her face in his back, letting his heat absorb her laughter. The tiefling’s eyes had widened at his exuberance, likely unexpected from a towering orc with a shaved head and spike-studded belt, butthiswas the exuberance she loved.
“Well, hello back! I’m so glad you’re excited to join us!”
Her laughter surpassed the ability to make sound as her shoulders shook, the tiefling choosing to match his enthusiasm. Ris was pretty sure she was drooling on his t-shirt as she giggled. She suspected Ainsley and the tiefling would be shouting at each other in a cheerful frenzy if the conversation had to continue much longer beyond verification.
Copies were made of their IDs as they each signed a waiver, the tiefling advising them they were fine for the day, but would both need fresh STI clearance the following month, as their existing paperwork was on the verge of expiring.
“We should have thought about it, but this was a spur-of-the-moment decision,” Ainsley explained cheerfully, sliding his driver’s license back into his wallet. “We just came from my mom’s house and have nothing better to do for the rest of the day. Why not try something new?”
She doubled over laughing again as the tiefling’s eyebrows shot up once more.
“Oh, I can tellhe’sa handful,” the girl laughed as she hit the button releasing the door, giving them access to the club, along with a key card for their private room.
“You have no idea,” Ris confirmed, letting him pull her along.
Maybe this was what they needed. An adventurous diversion from their normal go-go-go schedules, something to take both their minds entirely off the real world.
“Okay,nowI’m going to take my cock out. See the difference, Nanaya? At the desk — inappropriate.”
“Whatever. I didn’t realize you were such a professional.”
The room setup was carefully designed. There were six holes in the wall, all of varying heights, styled to look like ship portholes, giving the establishment its name. In addition to the main event, there was a sofa against the far wall, vinyl-covered for easy cleaning; three barstools with adjustable heights; two pieces of strange-looking furniture that took them several minutes to identify as knee rests; and various straps and handles attached to the drywall. Most importantly, she thought, there was a sink in the corner.
“They thought of everything,” Ainsley hummed, unbuttoning his fly. “I’ll give them that. This all seems very well planned out.”
Above each of the holes was a series of small lights, a lever next to each. Ris understood this was how they would signal to the other side what they were interested in.Oral. Penetration. Anything goes. She bit her lip.
“Yeah, I think I want to start with just oral. And maybe not do anything else. I’m not even horny! I’m stuffed with food and your mom gave me new yarn, so like, I’m set for the night. I don’t want to get too crazy.”
“Sounds good to me. Look at this floppy wind sock! This is embarrassing. I should have stopped next door to buy a cock ring first. You’re right — we arenotprepared today.”
She nearly doubled over in laughter again as he swung his flaccid penis from side to side. Ris had no doubt that theirs would be a popular room, as soon as he slid his meat through one of those holes. Even in its softened state, his cock was enormous, hanging halfway to his knees. Orcs tended to be a hot commodity in places like this, at parties, at clubs. Anywhere their prodigious members were measured against the regular clientele of humans and goblins, they were in demand.
This is why more places need to be like Cambric Creek. Big dicks are the norm, and once you see enough of them, everyone can calm down.
“Maybe you need a little bit of a head start,” she laughed, taking him in hand. “We don’t want this floppy wind sock damaging your reputation.”
“That’s right! Because let the record show, I fuck!”
He cut off as she stroked him, groaning as she eased his foreskin back, rubbing over his pink-edged glans. Ris let him shuffle her back, pulling her down to the sofa with him. They really should have just gone home. She could be doing this to him in the privacy of their own apartment, on their own comfortable sofa, where her bare legs wouldn’t be sticking to easy-to-sanitize vinyl.
“Aren’t you glad you haven’t gotten it pierced yet?” she asked, feeling his shaft thicken in her hand. He had been talking about piercing his glans for several months, promising that he would let her dress him up in historical fashions requiring tight breeches once he could tie his cock to his leg.
He chuffed out a laugh, in between his groans. “Probably a good thing. It would wind up getting stuck on some stranger’s tusk, and they’d have to air lift me out of this place. If you want to start playing with my balls, we can just go home. This load has your name on it now.”
“I was thinking that, but now we have already paid. Put someone else’s name on it so we can say we tried it.”
