Idol Urges (7 page)

Her mind disobeyed her, and strayed away from chemistry to Franco. God, he was gorgeous, and he wanted her. Closing her eyes, she remembered how she attacked him that day. She had attacked Robert the same way at Susan’s party. She giggled, partly from embarrassment, partly because she could see now how ridiculous she had behaved.

That had been the night she understood chemistry!

Her eyes popped open. And right after she got off watching Gloria and Dr. Romero, she aced the lab exercises.

She whipped her head to stare at her sock drawer. The idol sat untouched all week. She didn’t want to admit that it had an effect on her. But if she pieced it together, every time she had contact with that tiki, she got hot and crazy and did whatever it took to get some relief. And afterwards her mind cleared. She could focus on her work.

It was as if she needed to have sex to be smart.

She laughed again. That’s an insane notion. Magic wasn’t real. Still, her eyes fixed on the drawer.

She crept across the room, and with deliberate care, opened the drawer. There it remained, nestled among her socks. Its absurd grin seemed out of place on a tiki. She clasped it, and brought it close to her face.

She waited. And sure enough, warmth seeped from the idol into her hand and up her arm. She dropped it and it landed with a thud back in the drawer. The unbearable heat could only be relieved from an intense orgasm. An orgasm that would be more forceful than any she had before. At least the others were.

And afterwards she’d be ready to take that test tomorrow morning.

She grabbed her phone and called Gloria.

“Hey, Gloria, are you going to your club tonight?”

“I was thinking of it. I thought you were studying for your big test tomorrow.”

“I want to go. Tonight. Now.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll drive by and pick you up in fifteen minutes.” Gloria hung up.

Wendy paused. She took deep breaths and soon the sensation passed. Well, it waned a bit, but simmered in the background. It was useless to think about anything else. So she got dressed in her best jeans and a tight, button shirt. She sprayed her good perfume she treated herself to last birthday, and swiped on eyeshadow.

“Wendy, I think I see Gloria’s car outside,” her mom called from the living room.

“I’ll be right there.” Wendy reached out with just her thumb and index finger, and plopped the tiki idol into her bag. Even that little contact renewed some of the warmth and desire that had faded.

She hurried out through the house calling, “Bye Mom, don’t wait up,” as she let the door swing closed behind her.

“So, what made you change your mind?” Gloria asked as she drove.

“What if I were to tell you I had a magic tiki idol that makes me horny?”

“I’d say you were horny enough without an idol. Geeze, Wendy, I knew all that studying would addle your brain.”

Wendy planned to meet someone for a quick, casual fling. There had to be a half-way decent looking guy who was up for a one night stand. Just something to get her through the night. Then tomorrow, her mind would be equipped to tackle the periodic table.

A short drive brought them to a neighborhood where upscale shops and restaurants lined the streets. Down the side streets sat the kind of houses Wendy hoped one day to afford for herself and her mother. The nightlife spilled onto the streets from the bars and clubs. Wendy scanned them for names.

“What did you say this club was called?”

“I didn’t. It doesn’t really have a name,” Gloria said, turning into a parking lot that served a number of businesses.

Wendy got out and gripped her purse.

“Maybe this is a bad idea,” Wendy said. The effects of the idol seemed to decrease after a few minutes.

“No backing out now.” Gloria grabbed her elbow and steered her to the rear of the parking lot behind a dry cleaners. A closed steel door barred their way

“What, is there some kind of secret knock?” Wendy chuckled.

“Yeah, there is.” Gloria proceeded to wrap out a pattern on the door. “I’ll teach it to you, and it changes every month.”

The door swung open and a huge man filled up the entire doorway.

“Hey, Gloria.” His deep voice and impressive size would scare away anyone who didn’t belong. If he hadn’t had a friendly expression on his face, Wendy would have been scared off, too.

“Hey, Jack. This is Wendy, the new member.”

“They told me. Welcome, Wendy,” his voice boomed. He stood aside and waved them in.

Wendy squeezed past, her nipples brushing against his hard chest as she went. Music drifted up from below. Gloria led the way down a narrow flight of steps.

“Gloria, is this some kind of sleazy dive in the basement of a dry cleaners?”

“Relax,” Gloria answered. She pushed open the door at the bottom of the steps and Wendy’s breath caught in her throat.

She scanned a beautiful oasis. The lights were low, but it wasn’t dark. People lounged on cushions and low sofas spread around the large room. Sheer fabrics draped from the ceiling, along with strings of glistening beads. Soft Asian music added to the exotic mood.

“It’s Eastern month,” Gloria said in her ear. “I liked English castle month better. The suits of armor were cool.”

Groups of people and couples of different ages sat close together, chatting and laughing. This was exactly what Wendy expected. She’d spend all evening talking to some guy that she may or may not end up liking. He may or may not end up liking her. She could possibly get him into bed tonight, or maybe his car. More likely, she’d strike out and end up wasting her time when she could be home getting a good night’s sleep. She sighed. Gloria would never forgive her for leaving now.

Wendy spotted the bar. A drink would ease the pain.

She and Gloria went over to the bar and a handsome bartender approached.

“Hi, Jim, this is Wendy.”

“Oh, the new member.” He extended his hand.

“Hi.” Wendy shook his hand. “I’ll have a gin and tonic, Jim.”

“Oooh, sorry. I guess you don’t know all the rules yet. No alcohol.”

“We’ll have that fizzy punch you make,” Gloria said.

“Two fresh fruit punches coming up.” Jim pulled out glasses and pitchers.

“Okay, Gloria. No alcohol? Well at least there are snacks.” Large bowls filled with candies sat on the end of the bar. Wendy reached out for a handful.

Her hand froze in midair.

Those were not candies.

Chapter Six

Packaged condoms of every color and texture filled two bowls. A third bowl overflowed with feathery things, and the last held a variety of plastic rings.

“Come on, let’s have a seat over there. You’ll have a good view.” Gloria carried two drinks in her hands and directed Wendy over to a sofa by the far wall.

“Gloria, you didn’t tell me
everything
about this place.”

“Yeah, but you’ll forgive me.” Gloria nodded to the opposite wall.

When they had entered, Wendy hadn’t looked behind her. If she had, she would have noticed a wall with a large plate-glass window. Behind the glass were four people, maybe five, all naked and.…Well, they might
all
be having sex, some certainly were, others were involved in some way. It was difficult to tell with the blur of bodies.

Wendy stared straight ahead, unable to remove her gaze. Her mouth hung open.

“You haven’t even tasted your drink. Jim uses fresh fruit,” Gloria said.

Wendy inspected the untouched drink she held in her hand. “Are they expecting me to do
that
?” Wendy pointed toward the window.

“Oh, gosh no. That’s only for people who are into that stuff. The main rule here is that you don’t do anything you don’t want. Of course, if there’s something you’ve never done, you’re welcome to try. There are private rooms for most people.” Gloria turned in her seat to say hello to someone she knew.

Desperation had driven Wendy to this club. She would have done anything for some wild sex. But now, faced with the reality of where she found herself, her confidence disappeared. The tiki’s effect had worn off completely.

She had come to her senses.

Her Chemistry grade wasn’t worth losing all control. She put her drink down on the table and gathered her purse.

“Gloria, thank you for bringing me here, and giving me this opportunity. But I don’t think this is for me.”

“Listen to me. How many times have you been sitting in class frustrated? How many times have you been alone in your room trying to work on a paper and been distracted enough, you had to stop and satisfy yourself?”

Wendy hated to admit it, but it was true. She twisted her purse strap in her hand and gnawed on her bottom lip. Maybe now was her chance.

“I know you. You need this. Just relax and try it out. See what happens. No strings attached, just plain fun.” Gloria patted her knee.

Wendy took a deep breath, picked up her drink, and scanned the room. She was here, she might as well see what developed. And the next day, her mind would be free to focus on the test.

Her gaze fell on a cluster of men at the end of the bar. She tried to envision which one to hook up with. She shook her head. She needed a cigarette.

“What are you looking for?” Gloria asked as Wendy had her head stuck in her purse.

“A cigarette! I’m desperate!”

“You quit last year. Besides there’s no smoking in here.”

“Great, no smoking, no drinking.” Wendy pulled her hand out and it held the idol.

“Oh, cute. What’s that?”

“This is the tiki I was telling you about. Some crazy lady pushed it on me.”

“You really think this works?”

As Gloria plucked it out of her hand, there was little doubt in Wendy’s mind. The same feeling came over her. Heat bubbled through her. Her body vibrated with need. Now when she studied the cluster of men at the bar, she didn’t hesitate to stand and approach them.

She strode up and stood staring at a man with dark hair and tan skin, a one day’s growth of beard shading his square jaw.

“Hello?” he said turning to face her.

“Hi.” She knew she needed to end up in one of those private rooms with him between her legs. But she was clueless as to how to get there.

“I’m Nick.”

“Wendy. I’m new here.”

“Oh, I heard we had a new member.” He took her hand. “Am I going to be the lucky guy to introduce you to our club?”

“I guess so.”

“You want one of my friends to join us?” He indicated the other men standing right behind him.

“Oh, uh.” Both fear and excitement surged inside her. A dream nudged the back of her mind. At that moment, Gloria ran up and put the idol back into the hand that wasn’t in Nick’s.

“You’re right,” she whispered in Wendy’s ear. “Go get ‘em.”

“Come on, Nick, give her a break. It’s her first time here. Or are you not man enough for her,” one of his companions at the bar said.

Nick only stared into Wendy’s eyes, ignoring the remarks from his friend. He led her toward the back. On the way, he dipped his hand into the bowl and pulled out an entire handful of condoms. The idol’s heat poured from the one hand that held it through her body and into Nick’s. He guided her to a door that stood ajar.

“If you see one partially open that means it’s available,” he explained as he held the door open for her.

Inside a queen size bed with crisp linen sheets sat in the middle of the room. Low lighting reflected off cream colored walls adorned with framed landscapes. If it weren’t for the enormous mirrors hanging over the headboard and on the ceiling, it would look like an ordinary hotel room.

“Now, how do you like it?” Nick held her close in front of him. He tucked her hair behind her ear.

“The room is fine.” Wendy said barely above a murmur.

“No, how do you like sex?”

“Oh, I uh…”

He didn’t wait for her to say anymore. The heat from the idol dimmed compared to the way Nick trailed his hand down her neck, across her shoulder and caressed her arm.

“What’s this?” He held up her fist, clenched around the tiki.

“Just a…a good luck charm.”

“Wendy, you’re going to get lucky without it.” He took it from her hand and placed it on the small table next to the bed. “Here, little fella. You watch.”

The desire didn’t abate when she let go of the idol. She still needed this man to satisfy what her body screamed for. She started working on Nick’s belt and zipper.

“Whoa! Slow down, we can use the room as long as we want.” Gently, he held her by the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss.

His lips were hot and his tongue explored her mouth slowly, each sensuous stroke seemed to take a lifetime. But when he pulled back, she hadn’t had enough.

He unbuttoned her blouse with excruciating care, finally slipping a finger under her black silk bra. Using just the one finger, he tortured her nipple until it was hard. Her moans and her hands gripping at his chest did nothing to urge him to move faster.

“I can’t take much more.” Wendy thought she would die without release soon.

But Nick only shushed her and continued his slow discovery of her body. He peeled off her jeans and she stood in only her panties and bra, but still the fire from inside her body lit up her skin as he stared at her.

“You are beautiful. I want to see it all.” He deftly unfastened her bra and slid her panties down to her feet. She kicked them off and he boldly admired her. A wicked grin spread across his face.

“Now your turn.” Nick held out his arms inviting to be undressed.

Wendy tried to take her time as Nick had, but her frantic desire wouldn’t allow her. She revealed his broad chest and thick arms. His flat stomach tapered to his boxers. She peered up at him, her eyebrows arched.

“Go ahead,” he said.

Wendy pulled them down and his enormous erection jutted forth. Tentatively she reached out and encircled his cock with her hand. It was warm and hard, and would cure her of her longing.

“Not so fast.” He eased out of her grip. “Turn around. I think that should be a good way to start. Face the mirror.”

Wendy focused on her reflection. Her pert breasts were pale compared to her tan skin, and her thatch of brown curls already glistened with moisture.