ProvokeMe (5 page)

Imagining Spencer naked and sweaty was not what she needed
at the moment.
She pressed her thighs together and hoped they didn’t squish.

“You have a great mouth,” the bartender offered as he
returned her ID.
“Bet you know what to do with it too.”

She managed not to blush.
Dear Lord, she was
not
prepared for this place.
“Haven’t gotten any complaints yet.”

“I’m sure you haven’t.” He grinned and served her both
drinks, cheerfully adorned with two fat cherries each.
Then he stamped her
hand, which apparently declared to any other bartenders she’d reached her limit
of booze for the evening.
“You meeting someone here?
Don’t think I’ve seen you
before, Kelly.”

“Uh, no.
Not meeting anyone.
I’m solo.”

“You won’t be for long.
Guaranteed.” He tapped the back of
her hand, which she realized was his way of encouraging her to pay.
Apparently
running a tab wasn’t cool at Kink.

“Hey, you pay attention to faces, right?”

“Sure do.” He grinned again.
“The attractive ones
especially.”

“How about guys?
If I described one to you, maybe you could
give me a heads-up where he might be.”

He leaned against the bar, folding his forearms very close
to her drinks.
“It’s a big club, but I’ll give it a shot.”

“Average height, good build.
Big shoulders, nice ass.” God,
did she just say that?
Two slurps and already her tongue felt thick.
“You
loaded up my drink, didn’t you?”

“You looked as if you could use a little buzz, sweetheart.”
He rubbed his chin.
“Hair color, eye color?
I might’ve seen the ass but that
would help to narrow it down.”

“Blond and brown.
Although the brown’s really dark, almost
black.
Weird with blond hair, but I think he spends time on the beach.
Sun
highlights,” she explained.

Her new friend, “Jack” according to his nametag, nodded.
“Anything else?”

“Oh and he dresses well.
All the time.
I’ve never seen him
with his hair wet or wearing a T-shirt.”

Jack nudged the hand clutching her glass—her
other
glass, because the first one was up to her lips—and inclined his head.
“You
don’t mean him, do ya?
Over your right shoulder.”

Her heart started to pound so fast she actually felt dizzy.
What would he do when he saw her?
Should she flash him her bare pussy?
Would
that be like a mating signal, giving him permission?
And God, was she really
getting drunk off half a mixed drink?

“Not smart to skip dinner,” she mumbled, looking where Jack
had indicated.
She saw blond hair but this guy’s was halfway down his back in a
messy ponytail.
“Uh uh.
Spencer never misses a trim.
I’ve never even seen him
with stubble.”

“Spence?
Why the hell didn’t you say so?”

Jack winked when she turned back around, but she definitely
didn’t get any friendly vibes now as she had from the guy manning the door.
He
might as well have licked his lips, his meaning was so clear.
Christ, did her
competition come with a penis?

“I’m sure he’s upstairs,” he continued.
“Hooked up with Nina
first thing.
She’s delicious.”

Kelly choked on her drink.
Great.
Nina probably didn’t feel
like a gangly wannabe sex kitten who’d somehow snuck into the lion’s den.
“Were
they…” Jack wasn’t her best friend.
She couldn’t get dirty with him, at least
not until she’d had a bit more to drink.
“Getting busy?”

“You mean fucking?” He gave her a kindly smile as he moved
down the bar to fill another order.
“Not right here but that’s usually the way
of things.
You know?”

“Yeah.” Watching her boss have sex would definitely make
this a night to remember.
“Can I bring a drink upstairs?” she asked, pushing
aside her empty glass.

“Sure.
He’s probably in the steam room.
They both like it
hot.”

Kelly didn’t stick around to chuckle with her new pal.
She
eased off the stool and skirted the edge of the roped-off dance area with its
strobe lights and smoke machine.
She sidled through the crowd, taking in all
the couples—and sometimes three- and foursomes—twined around one another, hips
gyrating to the pumping music.
A stiff breeze and some of these chicks would be
getting pregnant.
They were dancing
that
close.

She hurried up the narrow winding flight of stairs to the
second floor.
Immediately the noise level dropped and rhythmic Middle Eastern
music replaced the driving club beat.
Exotic-sounding instruments accented the
sinuous melody, adding to the feeling of surreality.
She’d truly stepped into a
whole new world.

She took a deep breath and sandalwood incense singed her
nostrils.
Or maybe it was the marijuana.
Hard to tell.

Sipping her drink, she glanced around the wide,
low-ceilinged room.
Everything was red.
Walls, carpet, couches.
It looked as if
someone had blown up a watermelon.
When her gaze landed on a pair on the couch
in
flagrante delicto
, she inhaled deeply.
God.
The guy’s pants bunched around
his ankles and his bare white butt flexed as he plunged into the beautiful
caramel-skinned woman beneath him.
Her legs were practically behind her ears.
Kelly could hear her moans from across the room but the middle-aged couple
reading the paper beside them didn’t seem to notice.

As the woman’s moans turned to shrieks, Kelly sucked down
another mouthful, nearly swallowing the tiny cherry-laden sword in the process.
She whirled away and stared at the glossy picture of overripe fruit on the wall
until the woman had finally calmed down and her own heart rate began to slow.

What was she doing here?
The idea of home seemed
ridiculously appealing at the moment.
She had no clue where Alana had gone and
she’d probably be the laughingstock of The Book Nook when she walked in the
door tomorrow.
One of her coworkers had to have found her PDA.
It was the most
likely scenario, since she’d had it before lunch.
Sure, she might’ve dropped it
in the parking lot outside the store, but she doubted it.
She had that kind of
luck.

Hell, they could be dissecting her private code over wings
and beers at the Double Burger at that very moment.

And Spencer’s cock was probably balls-deep in the delicious
Nina, who probably whimpered through her orgasms like a porn goddess.

To distract herself, Kelly dug out her cell phone.
Somewhere
along the way, she’d turned it off.
Well, that would make it hard for Alana to
get a hold of her, wouldn’t it?
After a moment’s debate, she called her friend.
And got voicemail.
How shocking.

Thanks, Alana.
Appreciate the support.

Resigned to her fate, she pocketed the phone and took
another few sips of liquid courage, and again faced the lounge.

Most of the scattered groups of people were deep in
conversation.
Though why people chose a sex club to get philosophical, she
didn’t know.
Other than bendy chick and white butt, who’d swapped missionary
position for doggy-style, and a couple of girls engaged in a marathon
French-kissing session, no one was touching each other.
Or even partially
naked.

She could handle this.

Three doorways branched off the main room and she headed for
one before the last of her nerve packed its bags and headed for Tahiti.
She had
to pass the pair screwing on the couch on her way out but instead of looking
away, Kelly found her gaze drawn to the ripple of the guy’s thigh muscles as he
powered in and out of the woman’s cunt.
The man’s and woman’s gazes locked and
she whimpered, caught in his spell.

Just as Kelly was caught.
She heard the whimper rise in her
own throat, begging to be released.
She wanted to be taken like that.
Without
mercy and with complete devotion.

The man jackhammered his hips against the woman’s, his speed
below the waist somehow emphasizing how carefully he stroked his partner’s
face.
He kissed her with reverence and cupped her cheek, making it seem as if
they were alone rather than in a room full of strangers.

Oddly mesmerized, Kelly lifted a hand to her damp throat.
Her pulse raced under her fingers and her clit throbbed but she kept her feet
moving.
She was here to be part of the action, not watch it.

If she didn’t throw up first.

She moved through the throngs of people until she was alone
in a long, dank hallway.
Laughter rang out at the other end and she walked toward
the sound.
The closed door at the end of the hall taunted her.
Beckoned her to
investigate.
Her feet moved forward of their own accord, forcing her toward
what waited.

Finally reaching the door, she pushed it open and swallowed
the last of her drink.
No more hesitation.
No more watching.

Her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting quickly.
A hand
wrapped around her ankle, startling her.
She glanced down at a reclining,
giggling blonde, clearly drunk off her ass, who’d decided her mission in life
was to divest Kelly of her shoes.

“Off, off!
You’ll ruin the floor.”

She complied, mainly because she assumed that would make the
blonde slink away faster.
She was right.
The moment Kelly stepped out of her
heels, the blonde crawled into a huge bear of a man’s lap.
The towels between
them fell away like tissue paper as she simultaneously wound her arm around his
neck and her hand around his cock.

Kelly jolted at the sudden tightening in her nipples.
Damn,
this was unreal.
She turned her head, blinking away the thick clouds of steam
that made her already clingy dress tighten as if it were cellophane.
Her vision
cleared before her mind could take in the scene before her.
It wasn’t an orgy,
exactly, because mostly everyone was split into couples.
But the sheer amount
of nudity was staggering.

She swayed as a wave of dizziness swept over her.
Between
the overwhelming heat, the alcohol and her empty stomach, she couldn’t seem to
focus.
Her vision grayed and her damp fingers tensed around the glass she still
held.
Her back hit the wall and she groaned, beyond grateful for the support.

Breathe, just breathe.
Ride it out.

Her swimming head shifted toward the couple in the corner
directly across from her.
At first she couldn’t make out their faces through
the thick steam but it didn’t matter.
She didn’t need to.
She recognized the
large hand on the small of the woman’s naked back, just below her fall of
auburn curls.
The thick but somehow elegant fingers, the wide palm, the
expensive gold watch.

Kelly swallowed hard.
Flight-or-fight instincts kicked in,
strongly leaning toward flight.
But she couldn’t stop staring.

God, he was beautiful.

They stood at an angle, offering her a profile view.
Shadows
gilded his roped shoulders as their sweat-slickened bodies rubbed against each
other.
His head lowered to hers, his perfect lips roaming her mouth, her
cheeks, her neck.
He fisted a handful of her hair and turned her around so that
his cock, clearly visible under his towel, brushed her ass.
She smiled over her
shoulder at him, her long, blood-red nails scraping up his neck as their mouths
flirted.
Almost kissing, but not quite.

Kelly didn’t move.
Scarcely breathed.
What would he do next?
Fuck Nina right here in front of everyone?

Of course.

But he didn’t.
Instead he pushed Nina toward a man seated on
a bench a few feet away and stepped back.

Nina went willingly, her eagerness palpable as she tore the
man’s towel away and straddled his lap.
It was only then that Kelly saw the guy
had already donned a condom.
Was that how it worked?
Guys suited up and waited
for a woman to hop on?