Sweet Convictions (9 page)

I’ll
admit, once Mike had explained what this place was essentially about, I became quite apprehensive and ready to pick up my bags and walk straight back out. I was expecting a pokey, seedy pit full of dirty old perverts, but it’s anything but dingy or cagey. It’s the complete opposite and tasteful in every aspect. No sign of slimy, toothless, salivating degenerates anywhere. Not one troglodyte in sight. Everyone I saw during my tiresome yet staggering expedition has been very presentable; professional and well turned out, rather regular – well, in the communal areas anyway. Of course, in the experience rooms, there’s a lot more flesh on show.

             
On returning to my posh boudoir I place an order for room service, fill the jacuzzi and treat myself to two of the complimentary bottles of bubbly. They’re only miniature after all. Tonight’s about me, myself and I, being pampered to the highest degree.

I
pick up the iPad, which by the way, comes with the room as another added feature. Not only does it operate the curtains, lights, TV, aircon AND door lock, all from the comfort of your bed, bath or shitter, but if you select the ‘DND’ button, it lights up a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign which is suspended outside of my room door. I spend the next two hours delighting in my beautifying ritual.
Shit, this is the life!

             
Following the best night’s sleep I’ve had in months, I awake just before midday refreshed and silky smooth from all the shaving, plucking, exfoliating and moisturising the night before. I pick up the iPad and press the button to open the curtains. The sun beats through the gargantuan windows reflecting off of the dark gleaming solid wood floors.

“Ah piss it!” I exclaim as the brightness
momentarily blinds me.

I
deactivate the Do Not Disturb function and within minutes, there’s a knock at my door. I fling on my robe and go to answer it.

             
“Good afternoon Ms Bentley, I’m Natalie, your host for the day.” She hands me a folded piece of paper which I open and read. They’re instructions.

Please arrive at our Burlesque & Peep Chamber for 2pm

for
a taste of the 20s

              “Would you like me to get you any breakfast?” she asks politely as she looks down at my nipple which I discover is peering out at the outside world
. Shit!
I cover up properly. Although, I’m not embarrassed, in fact, I look at her wondering why the hell we can’t have some fun with the ‘help’. She’s absolutely stunning.

             
“Thank you Natalie, I’d love something light if possible please? Ooh and some fresh orange juice too if that’s okay? With a straw please.”

             
“With pleasure. I’ll be back with your order shortly.”

             
I apply my daily war paint and get myself dressed in the meantime. Exactly twenty nine minutes later, Natalie arrives at my door. I let her in and watch her with a hunger that no breakfast could fill, as she bends forward and places the tray on the table. I thank her and grin as she smiles back and begins to exit.

             
“If you need anything else at all, please do not hesitate to call on me.”

             
“Thank you Natalie.”
I could think of a good few things that don’t involve you placing trays of food on my table, that’s for sure!

             
A short time later; my tummy full, a fresh layer of pink lip gloss dotted onto my lips and thickly protected with a darker shade of lip-liner, I pick up my list of favourite rooms that I’d noted to visit during the time I’m here, which I had gathered subsequent to my sightseeing the prior day and head to the boutique

I
n case one had forgotten to pack or didn’t own a corset, petticoat or fishnets, this was the place to get them. The prices not overly extortionate either.
Thank god for my last three hundred pounds credit
.

After leafing through the rails of
erotic garments, and based on my preferred room choices, I select three lingerie sets and a corset, aptly suited to the encounters I devise in my mind and hope will be arranged by the fabulous fantasy-filling organisers.

             
Next, I drop into the sex shop. Here you can hire fetish outfits of any kind or stock up on even more condoms of several sizes, shapes, colours and flavours, along with lubes, vaginal stimulants and even poppers. The back shelves are stacked with every kind of vibrator and sex toy you could possibly dream of.
Shit, this place puts my local shop to sexual shame. Makes it look more like a church for virgins. I
acquire a short red PCV dress, a black flared rubber mini skirt and collared halter neck top—both outfits cooperatively sanctioning easy access and/or removal.

             
I retreat back to my room and change into a cream-coloured shift dress, coordinating lace stockings and a long pearl necklace that I double around my neck and leave as I make my way to the Burlesque & Peep Chamber as requested.

It’s
a theatre-like room, enriched with lingering velvety curtains spilling onto the platform. The stage is styled with boudoir panache and furnished with a dressing table and cushioned chair. There’s a gorgeous hand crafted privacy screen in the corner and a large four poster bed adorned with ruby red satin sheets.

             
Here, you can take a pew and observe one of many of the sexual performances.
Essentially, it’s a live porn show, and I must confess, exceedingly better up front and very personal than watching on a small flat screen!
The craziest part is if you’re up for it, you can even opt to become one of the auspicious guests to participate in the saucy spectacle.

             
I take a seat in the front row...of course, after all, I want to see everything first. There are only two other guests there and they’re so busy getting it on with each other in the back they don’t even notice me walk in.

Then t
he chair creaks as I sit down.
Oh great, now everyone knows I’ve arrived.
As I thought, the two snog-birds twist their necks to see who’s entered the room for a taste of consummation satisfaction.

Even the
women on the stage have stopped mid-pussy-licking and are now glaring over at me.
Oh god, please chair, eject me out of this seat and away from this room into oblivion.
Thankfully, the act quickly resumes.

This afternoon
’s entertainment is of two women adorning suspenders, hold ups, pearls, headpieces and corsets—very twenties and ever so elegant. The beautiful colours echo the pleasure they’re very clearly feeling as they look out to their audience and teasingly wave their prominent feather fans and begin to shed what little fabric they have on already. They smile longingly in my direction then summon me up to join them. Whilst I’m about to explode from the powerfully hankering waves riding up inside of me I return a smile of gratification and politely shake my head to decline.

“
I’m not sure I’m quite ready for this just yet,” I divulge to them.
Jesus, why am I so confident when I think about what I wanna do and yet the opportunity presents itself and I go and reject it as if it’s on offer at any moment like tap water!

             
Both women – a blue-eyed blonde now bearing only her headpiece and a feather boa; and a red head, with just her pearls and long satin gloves, slowly make their way down towards me.
Shit, fuck, shit, shit, shiiit.
They each take one of my hands. Dubiously, I follow them up onto the stage. They lay me gently down on the bed and begin to undress me. I shut my eyes.
If I can’t see them, then they can’t see me either. Utter bollocks of course!

             
They circle me like hungry wolves about to attack an injured deer. Blue Eyes leans in to kiss me. I enjoy it immensely and instantly relax into it. I reopen my eyes to take it all in.

             
As we continue to kiss enthusiastically, Red removes the pearls from her neck, places one end in between her teeth and gently pushes the rest inside my now aching pussy. I moan in agonising satisfaction. Still with the end of the necklace gritted between her choppers, Red begins to massage my pulsating clit as she slowly begins to extract the pearls one...by...one. I instantly contract my pussy so I can feel each and every pearl leave my insides. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Never have I thought to utilise my pearls in such a favourable manner.
Note to self: must try this at home!

             
As I’m now pearl-free, Blondie, now wearing a strap-on, moves in and rolls me over onto my front. She shifts me to the edge of the bed, positions me onto all fours and sticks my ass out as she eases the rubber cock into my craving pussy. I moan in a pleasurable anguish as I fling my head back. She grabs a chunk of my hair as she continues to slowly and gently fuck me from behind. I start to relax and I move my right hand onto the back of her ass cheek pulling her in even closer. She accepts my approval to fuck me harder as she rakes her nails deeper into my back.

             
As I’m being fucked like a dog, Red slides herself underneath me and lines up her wanting pussy with my mouth. She dominates my head into her groin and demands that I lick her clit. I do as I’m commanded. I lick, suck and flick until I’m breathless and my tongue aches. I move my tongue along the sides of Red’s labia as I continue to affirm my contentment. There’s no holding back now. As I massage and tease one of Red’s peaked nipples with one hand, I dribble some spit onto my middle and index fingers on the other and slip them inside Red’s pussy to finger fuck her until she orgasms. She wriggles furiously about, pushing and pulling me by the hair, almost not knowing what she wants. But she does. She knows exactly what she wants.

Shortly after,
panting Red then slips away from beneath me, as Blondie pulls out. I crawl backwards off of the bed and take to my feet as I watch as the scene-change takes place. For a second I feel hugely vulnerable as I look over at the fifteen seats which are now all occupied. Quickly and unknowingly, I have become the star of today’s show.

             
Blondie fiddles about in the dresser drawer and hands me a small leather whip. She grabs a hold of Red’s tussles and throws her forward onto the bed as she invites me to punish Red’s soon-to-be-crimson pert bottom cheeks. I do, and I enjoy the power of being in control for even a few seconds before relinquishing it back to the main stars of the show.

             
Red yanks me back onto the bed and slips her hot tongue deep inside my soaking wet pussy, as Blondie moves in for her turn and hovers her sodden vulva over my face. I grip so tightly at the satin sheets that my knuckles turn white. I slide my tongue along the inside of Blondie’s pussy when I feel something penetrate the inside of mine. It’s vibrating and rapidly being pierced in and out of me—like a knife stabbing the plastic film of a microwave dinner. It literally takes my breath away.

I
moan for more and the drilling becomes faster. Blondie climbs off of me and kindly allows me some breathing space as she watches me wriggle and writhe about like a snake. The two women lean over me and kiss whilst Red continues to fuck me with the vibrating dildo. All I can see, other than stars circling my head, are two pairs of taut-nippled breasts dangling in my face. I suck on all of them like a baby calf before letting out a loud shrill in satisfaction as I reach the highest climax I’ve ever experienced. The girls part their lips and look down at me as I instantly relax my tensed abs. The room is spinning.
Holy shit-fuck that was awesome.

Girl-on-girl
/ Voyeurism fantasies: Check!

             
My two patrons smile down at me as they get up and leave, disappearing behind the curtains.
Jeez, fuck me and desert me bitches!
Now realising I’m alone on stage, I quickly gather my clothes and head in the same direction for some privacy.
A tad late for that!
I slip back into my clothes and merrily make my way back to my bedroom as naturally as if I had just popped to the shop for some bread and milk.

Well holy hell
and yippideedoo, ain’t this here adventure gonna avert my mind from the pitiful pining of my contemptible robot for an ex. And not to mention how it’s going to strip me of all my useless inhibitions...literally in every other way too. This is gonna be fun! Yeehaa.

God knows I need it because i
nfuriatingly, no matter how clear as daylight it is that he and I will never get back together, I’m still incapable of bringing myself to accept that he’s now my past.
It’s been a year and a half already. Get over it!

I met him
in a bar. That same night, after weeks of being badgered by my girlfriends to go out with them, I’d finally backed down and agreed to go out with them to what used to be our usual watering hole, and which oddly, we hadn’t been to in quite a while.

Over delicious drinks we n
attered and reminisced and giggled about previous times we’d gone out there – who had pulled who, who’d spilled drinks over which girl resulting in a shrill of arguments and who’d fallen over what.