What Piper Needs (26 page)

It all worked well.

Michael wrapped his arm around her waist and answered, “Where I work, is this my first time, and how likely I am to blab about coming here.”

She looked up at him and started to giggle. “Mine were am I into group sex, how many times can I come in a night, and what gets me going. I’m pretty sure my answers were solely to titillate Heather. I think she’s into women.” They made their way through the room, nodding at folks who acknowledged them. Everyone was dressed up, so Piper was happy with her dress choice. Piper spotted Gillian and Brad at the far end of the warehouse at the bar. “There’s Gillian and Brad. Let’s go sit with them.”

They made their way over, and Gillian handed Piper a glass of red wine. “Bottom’s up, dude.”

Piper took the wine gratefully. “Thanks,” she said as she sat on a barstool to Gillian’s right, facing the room. Michael came to stand on her other side. The location of the bar was a great vantage point for people watching. “Looks like things are just getting started. They spared no expense on this place. Look at that rug! It’s way nicer than any I’ve seen in five-star hotels.” A huge plush red and gold diamond-print rug covered most of the floor.

“Yeah, it’s nice. It might even be something I could get used to,” Gillian commented. “Do you see that door over there? The one those six people just came out of? I’m pretty sure that’s the members-only entrance.”

Before Piper could comment, a voice sounded behind her. “Can I get you something to drink, sir?” She turned to see a ridiculously handsome twentysomething standing behind the bar, addressing Michael.

The guy was naked as far as she could see, which was down to just beneath his navel. The hair showing kind of gave his nakedness away.

“I’ll take whatever dark beer you have,” Michael said, setting his arm along the bar top behind Piper’s shoulders.

“Coming right up.” The bartender walked down to a cooler. Piper saw the top of his ass and giggled. “He’s totally naked,” Piper whispered to Gillian. “Holy shit.”

“I know,” Gillian said. “We were chatting with him earlier, and apparently they can partake in the activity if they want to, which makes things a little hotter, just sayin’.”

“Um,
yeah
,” Piper said as her nipples hardened under her dress. “That qualifies as hotter.”

“So you’re telling me, it’s just sex any way you want it, whenever you want it?” Brad asked.

“That’s right, baby,” Gillian answered. “No rules, just sex.”

Brad leaned back against the bar on Gillian’s other side and took a drink of his beer. He said nothing, but his eyes were scouring the room.

A light chime sounded, followed by a very low, very melodic voice announcing, “The doors will close in twenty minutes.”

“Jeez, it kind of feels like we’re in a sci-fi movie and the ship is getting ready to lift off,” Piper said. “This is so surreal.” She watched as more people filtered through the door in the center. Then Piper recognized a familiar face. “Hey”—she elbowed Michael in the side—“there’s Beth.”

“I see her. She’ll be surprised to see us here.”

Before they could wave her down, she saw them. A bright smile lit her face as she hurried over. “I didn’t expect to see you guys here!” she said. She had on a beautiful dress in a deep blue. It was skimpy, but classy. It accentuated her breasts perfectly, which Piper supposed was the point.

Michael chuckled. “My wife beat me at my own game. This was her doing, not mine.”

Beth glanced appreciatively at Piper, giving her a coy smile. “Glad to hear it. I hope you’re enjoying yourselves.”

“We just arrived about ten minutes ago,” Piper said. “But so far so good.”

“Once the doors lock, people relax by a great degree,” Beth said, “and the vibe changes almost immediately. The lights get even lower, and the alcohol flows. It’s a very good time.”

“What about the other rooms?” Gillian asked, bending around Piper. “How do you get in?”

Beth turned toward Gillian. “This is Gillian and Brad Harrison,” Piper said. “Our friends. They’re the ones with the connections.”

Beth held out her hand to Gillian. “I’ve heard about you. You’re kind of a legend in these parts. Though, from what I’ve heard, this kind of thing is a little tame for you.”

Gillian cocked an eyebrow. “My rep precedes me, huh? Yes, this is a little on the tame side, but everyone can use a little chill in their lives from time to time. That’s my new motto, and I’m sticking to it.”

Brad coughed as he lowered his beer. “Come again?”

Gillian laughed, tipping her head back. “You heard me, big man. It’s time for some chill in my life, and I’m actually kind of looking forward to it.”

“I like that,” he said as he leaned over and covered her mouth in an aggressive kiss.

Beth put a hand over her chest and sighed. “I can already tell this is going to be a great night. As for the rooms,” Beth said, glancing at Piper, “you’re in luck. I can introduce you to several folks who are holding private parties tonight. You have to reserve the rooms in advance, and it’s a lottery system. I know one in particular you’d like”—she nodded toward Gillian, who was licking her lips after the heated kiss—“and a couple you guys might like”—she nodded at Piper. “Though, if you want to be together, that’s fine, too.”

“No, that’s okay.” Piper shook her head. “Apart is good. Gillian and Brad are our support team tonight, but I think we both want to keep our interests separate.”

Gillian said, “Apart works for us.”

“Great,” Beth said. “I see the Bensons over there. Come on, and I’ll introduce you.”

Before Beth could lead Gillian and Brad away, one of the bartenders stepped out from behind the bar right in front of them and approached a beautiful buxom blonde who was standing in the middle of the action.

They were obviously familiar with each other.

She beamed at him as he pressed his lips against her neck, his hand disappearing under the hem of her dress. It rode up as he slid his fingers up her thigh.

The blonde wasn’t wearing any panties.

25

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M
ichael couldn’t look away from the scene unfolding in front of them. It seemed they were about to witness a couple having sex in a room filled with people.

Beth had stopped in her tracks, as mesmerized as they were. She turned, telling the group, “The night usually begins with something like this. Tonight you guys are lucky enough to have front-row seats. After this, things will get heavy pretty quickly.”

Michael felt a hand on his thigh.

He grinned at his wife, who slowly slid it toward his crotch. The naked bartender was in the process of slowly unzipping the blonde’s skirt from behind. A second later it dropped to the ground without a sound.

Piper let out a small sigh and rested her head against his shoulder. “I can’t believe they’re going to do it right here,” she whispered, her hand finding his rock-hard dick. “It’s so hot.”

Michael was about to respond, but right at that moment, the woman’s top came off.

She was wearing a demi-bra that barely covered her large tits. She clearly enjoyed having eyes on her. Her face was beaming. Conversations had gone down to a murmur.

Everyone seemed eager for the night to start.

The energy around them built as the anticipation grew. And after this, the lights would go down and there would be fucking all over the place. It was kind of incredible that people had created a place to be so free and uninhibited.

Michael leaned toward Piper and said, “Why have we never thought to come to one of these?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I was thinking the same thing. We’ve been lame all these years. It’s like the best of all worlds, voyeurism
and
sexual satisfaction. We’re going to be so horned up after we watch this, anything we do tonight will be amazing.”

“No, what’s going to be amazing is my cock rocking into your wet pussy. Just thinking about doing that is making me crazy.”

Piper gripped him hard, sliding her hand back and forth right as the bartender latched on to one of the blonde’s nipples, lapping at it greedily with his tongue. The woman’s bra was long gone, and she arched her back, her hand snaking into the bartender’s hair, pulling him closer. He happily went, securing his mouth over her areola and sucking like his life depended on it.

As the bartender worked over one breast, another patron came up and took the other one in his mouth, so they were sucking her side by side.

Michael had no idea if the blonde knew the new guy or not, but he was pretty sure it didn’t matter to any of them at the moment.

He groaned as both men continued to lap and suck.

Beth edged to the barstool next to Piper and sat down. “I’m just going to enjoy this moment with you guys. I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s totally fine,” Piper said.

Michael glanced over as Beth slid her hand up to her own chest, cupping her breast, tweaking the nipple through the fabric with her index finger and thumb, her mouth partly open as she watched what was going on in front of them.

Michael turned back to the show as the bartender kneeled in front of her, edging her legs apart. She complied eagerly and moaned as he parted her folds and began to lick her clit, while the other guy continued to feast on her nipples.

Piper leaned over, her hand still clenching Michael’s cock. “Gillian and Brad disappeared. I can’t believe they’d want to miss this.”

“Gillian probably spotted someone she knew,” Michael answered. “I’m sure they’re having a good time.”

The blonde grabbed hold of the bartender’s head and began to undulate on his mouth. After a few moments, she shuddered and moaned, “I need to be fucked. Who’s going to do it?”

The second guy stepped back and said, “Both of us?”

Without hesitation, the blonde nodded. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

The bartender rose and took her by the hand, leading her to one of the many couches nearby. He reclined, and the blonde spread her legs, kneeling over him and easing onto his hard dick.

Piper uttered a swear word next to Michael and fisted his cock.

He was about a second from freeing it from his pants. “Babe, you need to ease up,” he told her. “It’s too much stimulation.” She did, but didn’t look away from the action.

Once the blonde was impaled on the bartender, she started rocking her hips, placing her hands on his chest, panting, “Yes, yes!”

The other patron positioned himself behind her and let his pants drop. His shirt came next. Michael glanced around the crowd and saw people in various stages of undress, and more than a few with their hands on someone else.

But everyone was rapt on the action.

After a few more rocks, she leaned forward to give the second guy access. He took his cock in hand and nosed it against her ass. “Do it!” she cried. “I can’t wait anymore. Fill me the fuck up!”

He used saliva to wet himself, then he thrust deeply. Everyone in the room groaned.

He pumped in and out of her ass, gripping her cheeks with his hands. “Is this how you want it?” His voice was husky.

“
Yes
!” she answered. “I’m already so close. It feels so fucking good!” A few thrusts later, she came, screaming, rocking her pussy on the bartender like she was belly dancing on his dick.

A second later, there was a low baritone yell as the other guy came, pounding into her ass, bent over her back.

The bartender was next, his hips shooting up twice before he uttered a low, guttural moan. Once they’d all finished, a smattering of applause came from around the room.

“Wow,” Piper said, her voice cracking. “That was…intense.”

The lights dimmed around them, and Michael watched as the second guy helped the blonde up, and she gave him a kiss on the lips. The bartender stayed where he was, as another guest was already rubbing his chest.

Beth turned toward them, beaming. “So how’d you like the show? Pretty good seats, huh?”

“I’d say so,” Michael said. He felt bolder after witnessing such a private act played out in public, so he let his hand wander to his wife’s breast, where he pinched her nipple lightly between his fingers. “I think it might be time to find a room. Do you still have one in mind? I don’t think we want to stay out here with a large audience for our first time.”

Several doors had opened along one wall.

Beth slipped off the barstool and said, “Follow me. A good friend of mine has a very low-key room booked for tonight. It’s much more intimate, and a better way to start things off.”

Michael grabbed Piper’s hand. “Are you ready for this?”

“Absolutely.”

* * *

They followed Beth toward the middle of the room. Piper couldn’t see Gillian anywhere, but she knew she was fine. Beth veered toward a blue door. Piper realized then that all the doors were painted different colors, but in the low light it was hard to see what they were. She spotted a red and orange one as they passed by.

Beth rapped on the blue door once.

It opened immediately. “Beth! So nice to see you. Would you like to join us tonight?”