Idol Urges (9 page)

“It’s okay, Mom. You’re busy, too.”

Wendy would never lose focus. Once she finished school, she could support her mother the way she deserved. That’s why she needed the club and not Franco. Franco would distract her, with his family and his restaurant plans. Nick, and the others at the club, they would only help her clear her mind so she could concentrate on school.

She dumped the laundry basket onto her bed and found her purple bra and matching panties. Good enough, they weren’t going to stay on long anyway.

Now she just needed to put her things in a small purse. Cell phone, keys, wallet and the tiki.

“Wendy, did you call a cab? There’s one outside.” Her mom shouted through the door.

“Yeah I’ll be right there.” She grabbed her evening bag and checked her makeup in the mirror.

“Going out again? I’m glad for you. I hope it’s that Franco boy. It would be nice to have a man that cooks,” Samantha said when Wendy stepped out of her bedroom.

Wendy rolled her eyes. “Okay, Mom, thanks. Oh sorry, I left the laundry piled on my bed. I’ll take care of it when I get back.”

“No worries honey, go enjoy yourself.”

Wendy’s nervous anticipation grew tenfold on the short cab ride to the club. Would she be able to ask for what she wanted? Would the tiki work this time? Would she find Nick willing? Who was she kidding? She saw the people in that club. Someone was going to help her tonight. She strategized to use the tiki at the last minute in case the magic wore out.

She paid the cab and approached the door. Knocking out what she hoped was the correct rhythm, she squared her shoulders.

“Hello, Wendy. So good to see you back.” Jack, the huge doorman, said.

“Thanks, Jack,” Wendy forced a confident tone into her words.

Down the stairs and through the door, she made a beeline to the bar.

“A fizzy punch, please,” she asked Jim.

He nodded and fixed her drink. She assessed the room. Her eyes fell on Nick.

He sat at a table with a few other men and women. They chatted and touched each other. Gentle caresses and lightly placed hands, they stayed physically connected.

When he spotted her, Nick excused himself from the group and joined her at the bar.

“You’re back again.” He reached out and grazed her arm. Heat remained on her skin after he pulled his hand away.

“I have some ideas…” she stammered.

“Tell them to me.” He leaned close. The heat from his skin told her she couldn’t say anything wrong.

“Let-let me show you,” she said.

“Fine by me.” He took her hand to lead her to the back.

“Wait,” she said. “We’ll need others.” She searched his face for his reaction.

“Even better.” He lowered his eyelids and grinned.

“Another guy and I guess a woman.” She rasped.

He nodded. “I know just the people. Wait right here.” He ambled back to the table he had left.

Wendy’s heart smashed against her ribs. Was she really going through with this? If she ever needed the tiki, it was now. She opened her purse and reached in. Groping around, she found her keys, her wallet, her phone.

No idol.

She peered inside. Frantically, she spilled the contents onto the bar. Her keys and loose change clattered against the top. It wasn’t there.

She combed her memory for where it had been. She’d put it in her purse after she went through the laundry. It must have fallen out when she paid the taxi.

Her eyes went wide with panic as Nick approached her with a well-built, tall man and a short but voluptuous woman.

“This is Steve and Lana. Guys, this is Wendy. It’s only her second night here, but I think she’s got some great ideas.” Nick eyed her belongings on the bar. “Something wrong?”

“Oh, just my uh, lucky charm. I can’t find it,” she said.

“Wendy, I don’t know how much more lucky you could get.” He laughed and she forced a chuckle to join him.

She kept her head down as he led her and the group toward the back. How was she going to direct them to do what she had in mind if she couldn’t even look them in the eye?

They arrived in a similar room to the one she had been in the last time. The bed loomed in front of her. The mirror reflected the group. Wendy’s breath grew short at being surrounded by images and bodies.

“Wendy, I’m so glad you showed up and asked Nick to include me,” Lana said. “I’ve wanted to get Nick and Steve naked at the same time for months.” She reached her arms around Steve’s neck and they kissed.

Steve was already working to strip Lana of her clothes as she gyrated against him. Watching them enjoy each other’s bodies helped Wendy to relax. But she still could not find her voice. She stood rooted to the spot.

“Come on, Wendy,” Nick whispered in her ear. “Let us know what you want.” He caressed her arm up to her neck and wove his fingers into her hair. She let her head fall back and he ran his tongue along her collar bone.

“I want you to take me while I…while I…” Her breath was short from excitement and fear.

Nick pulled away and stared into her eyes. “Where will Steve be?” he asked.

Wendy faced flushed, but she held his gaze. “In my mouth.”

Nick’s mouth spread into a grin. “You heard her, Steve.”

Wendy allowed a naked Lana to undress her, while Steve and Nick undressed themselves.

“Wendy, I’m going to love watching Steve and Nick. But please tell me I don’t only have to watch.”

“I thought…I thought you could lay under me and…”

Lana’s eyes lit up. “Ooh yeah. I got it now.”

Wendy climbed on the bed and crawled to the edge, sinking into the overly stuffed mattress. Nick knelt on the bed behind her and caressed her bottom. Dipping his hand underneath, he feathered her pussy, building tension between her legs. Steve stood at the bedside in front of her and raked her hair with his fingers. Although still penned in by the bodies, Wendy’s skin prickled with anticipation.

Steve guided his rigid cock to her mouth. He played with her lips, teasing the tip of her tongue. Nick massaged her ass, while Lana’s breath puffed against her sex.

Her breath relaxed and her muscles eased. She closed her eyes to allow her body to take over. Yes, she had dreamed of this, wanted to experience two men at once. Two men pleasuring her and taking pleasure. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lana put a condom on Nick.

She moved her knees apart and opened her mouth—ready.

Steve’s cock was hard and jutted toward her. She lifted her face and engulfed him. He tasted salty and warm as he slid slowly in and out. He held her head and mussed her hair

The bed gave way under Nick as he approached her. With his fingers he parted her slick folds. When Nick’s thick shaft entered her, she gasped and bit down gently.

“Yeah,” Steve breathed out.

Lana settled herself under Wendy. She used some pillows to prop herself up and place her face underneath Wendy’s hips. Lana’s mouth made quick work of finding her clit. Her soft lips gave tender but satisfying pulls. Lana’s tongue skimmed over Wendy’s delicate skin sending currents of need through her.

“Lana, that looks so good,” Steve said. “I can see you sucking her. Nick, you must feel it, too.”

Nick only grunted as Lana reached up to grab his balls. Nick’s face, reflected in the mirror, grimaced as he strained to control himself.

Steve bent forward and inserted his fingers into Lana’s glistening pussy. “How’s this?” he asked, his thumb working her clit.

Lana gripped the sheets, nearly tearing them off, as she rocked her hips against his hand. Her moan muffled against Wendy’s supple folds.

Wendy closed her eyes and gave over to the sensations. A hard cock in her mouth glided over her tongue and past her teeth. A huge cock in her sex slowly stroked her channel. A firm set of moist lips pulled at her clit.

This released her from her fantasies. Her fantasies demanded her attention and kept her from her goals. She didn’t have to be beholden to her desire, she could act on them. She was free to get pleasure how she wanted.

The pace quickened and Steve thrust his hips brushing his coarse hair across her face. He came first, shooting hot cum down her throat, vibrating in her mouth. He cried out and staggered back, leaving her mouth with a pop as she sucked the last bit from him.

He dropped to his knees to give his full attention to Lana’s pussy. He glanced sideways to make sure Wendy watched as he licked along Lana’s swollen flesh. Lana had never stopped licking and sucking. Her tongue laved back and forth and encircled Wendy’s clit, mimicking what Steve did to Lana. When Lana’s teeth scraped against her labia, Wendy’s closed her eyes and lost any clear thought.

At the first clenching of her channel, with the throbbing between her legs growing, Wendy’s thoughtful mind went blank. She floated somewhere else. Her body pulsed with energy.

Her head dipped to the bed, arching her back for Nick to drive further into her. His frenzied thumping against her ass blasted apart her control. She let loose a primal moan and her body shuddered. Lana, her mouth doused with Wendy’s juices, stopped to allow Nick to finish. The waves of Wendy’s orgasm continued to contract around him as Nick pounded her from behind. The veins on his neck chorded as he threw his head back. They crumpled onto the bed panting.

A word of thanks played at the tip of Wendy’s tongue. But it wasn’t necessary here. Here, pleasure and passion was shared without responsibility.

She attempted to make eye contact as they dressed. The others merely went about the business of sorting through the pile of clothing. Another night, these three people would be with others.

This is what she had searched for. She could have her pleasure, act out her fantasies and be focused for school. What more could she want? Then why didn’t she feel particularly lucky?

Chapter Eight

“What the heck are you doing?” Gloria peeked over Wendy’s shoulder at the page spread before her on the table in the library study room.

“It’s my schedule,” Wendy explained. “See, on Mondays, I can go to the club at seven o’clock, and still make it home for two hours of studying. That won’t work on Tuesdays and Thursdays because of my late classes. But it will on Fridays. I’ll just have to make sure that I don’t sign up for any tough classes on a Wednesday or Friday. Saturday would be good.” She paused and took a breath. “I’ll just have to wait until the course catalogue comes out. I could tell the resort that I can’t pull any more double shifts on Wednesday. That means, of course, that I can take that calculus class on a Thursday. It’s probably going to be a killer one. By the way, what are you doing tonight? Wanna go tonight?”

Gloria gawked at Wendy. “I’ve known you to be wound up tight, but this is overboard. Even for you. Are you really going to plan your classes based around when you can go to the club?”

“I’m simply trying to maximize the effect. It’s been weeks now, and I’ve been sailing through Chemistry. Not to mention my other classes. I’ve never gotten such good grades with so little effort. How early does the club open? Because I could probably get off work early one day a week.” Wendy held her color-coded highlighters poised above her schedule.

“Stop it.” Gloria snatched away the highlighters. “I’ve told you, you’re doing well in school because you’re the smartest person I know. And you work hard. I’ve seen you study. You told me that you lost that idol a long time ago, right? So it can’t be the idol’s effect. Why can’t you accept that you’re doing it all on your own?”

“Gloria, you don’t understand.” Wendy stood and neatly folded the paper. “I don’t need the idol anymore for courage to go to the club. But I need sex!”

“Shhh. Lower your voice. We are in a library.” Gloria tried to keep pace with Wendy as she trotted out of the study area.

“Sheesh, you never minded talking about this before. All I’m saying is that having crazy sex clears my mind. I can keep my wild side in check and free myself up for school.”

“The whole point of having a wild side is that it doesn’t stay in check.” Gloria stopped on the steps outside and faced Wendy. “You’re back to the same old, uptight Wendy.”

“How can you say that? You know how I let myself go with Nick and the others.”

“Yeah, but it’s starting to look more like a homework assignment than fun.” Gloria shook her lightly by the shoulders.

“So, are you coming with me tonight or not?” Wendy placed her hands on her hips.

“Not. I’m going home to watch a mindless movie and go to bed early.”

“Suit yourself.” Wendy pivoted away and stalked off.

Who does Gloria think she is? She’s the one who brought me to the club in the first place. She’s the one who said I needed to let my hair down.

Wendy fumed all the way home. Her mind reeled. The front door slammed behind her as she stomped into her room. Her mother wasn’t home to talk to. Not that she could confide anything about this to her.

She changed clothes, grabbed her purse and called a cab for the club. As she waited, she reorganized her desk. It calmed her down to put things in the correct places. She shuffled through a pile of papers in one drawer and pulled out the picture of her father.

There were other pictures of him in albums. Her mother had kept them for her, but this picture was the one Wendy liked best. She didn’t remember it being taken, but she was in it. He held her up in the air over his head, sunlight shone through his arms. Looking at the photo gave her a thrilling sense of flying, of freedom.

Her father chased those thrills—hang gliding, surfing, women. He was probably still out there seeking those things, unless he was dead from one of them.

Besides the club, she couldn’t ever recall having that feeling in the pit of her stomach. That soaring, fluttering lurching feeling that heralded excitement.

Well, sometimes when she looked at Franco she got that sensation. But how long could that last? Once he started demanding her time and commitment, she’d only resent him and that feeling would disappear.

The taxi’s motor rumbled outside. She shoved the picture back under the pile of papers and went to take care of her wild side so it wouldn’t interfere with her life, the way it had with her father’s.