The World of Cherry (10 page)

“
I hardly had time to change the sheets from the last two that occupied the room
,
” Sandra tells me. She's managed to get both Winterlynn and Devon into bed in the guest quarters with minimal fuss.
 “
How long do you expect them to stay
?
”

“
Not long
,
” I confirm
.“
I brought them here for standard protocol, not because I'm adding on
.
”

“
You sure
?
” Sandra teases. She knows me too well, which is why she doesn't expect them to leave anytime soon
.“
Yes, I'm sure
,
” I conclude, before heading for my room
.“
Keep an eye on them. I don't want to be disturbed until late tomorrow afternoon
.
”

“
Yes, ma'am. See you then
.
” Sandra watches me until I'm out of her sight, standing guard until she hears the shut of my bedroom door.

I expected no less than to see my beautiful Harlow in a lacy pale pink nightie, bare bottom kissed by the moonlight as it was the night before. I should be stripping off my clothes and spooning her curves with mine but for other reasons, I don't. I get in bed with my clothes on and trace her silky hip and thigh with my warm hand. She wiggles under my touch, rolling onto her back with a sleepy grin
.“
I missed you
,
” she whispers lovingly. I slide on top of her, feeling her legs ride up my hips
,“
Why are you still dressed
?
”

“
I need a minute to calm down. It was a busy night
.
”

“
So, did you hire her
?
” Harlow's easy grin fades slightly.

“
Who? Your new stripper sister
?
”

“
Yeah, whatever her name was. Something Winter
.
”

“
Winterlynn. Not officially, but I plan to. She gave a solo performance tonight that exceeded my expectations
.
” The good news makes Harlow quiet
.“
I think she's going to blend in with all of you very well, just give her some time. You be nice, young lady
.
”

“
I'll be nice. You should let us girls test her out, too. We might know her better than you
.
”

“
Hey, Harlow, I just got home. I don't want to talk about work
.
”

She comes back to me emotionally, smiling again
,“
What should we talk about then
?
”

“
I have been imagining you all night
.
”

“
Really? How
?
”

“
I want to watch you shower. Will you do that for me
?
”

Harlow stares into my eyes, not expecting the request but happy to fuel my desires
.“
Of course
.
”

I give her a minute to warm up the water before joining her in my favorite sheer black robe.  It's staggering how Harlow's body is even more beautiful with water flowing over it and I perch myself on the mosaic bench I had built inside the shower with intentions of moments like this. The shower itself was created from my specific design to be long, tiled with earthy, bronze stone work and four shower heads. When it was complete I celebrated by inviting three of my employees to come and bathe with me in it, and it was marvelous. It's big enough for ten skin-to-skin bodies, but why cramp free flowing movement? It's better to have room for massaging and shampooing each other than to crowd. The wall I lean back on has a double-sided fireplace. On the other side of it is the spa tub where Harlow and Kristin made love the night before. I prefer the shower and Harlow looks perfect, removing the faucet head to wash over her entire self, dipping down for a few seconds between her thighs, loving the tickle.

“
Want to wash me
?
” Harlow purrs.

“
In a minute
.
” I could sit here all day watching droplets dangle from her nipples and drip down her torso to her shaved sweetness. She's getting restless, though, and the gesture of her swaying ass in my direction repeatedly has my heart racing. I give in, pouring perfumed gel into my palm that I bought specifically for her, as each one of my live-ins must have a unique scent. Her skin is like silk as I apply the gel over her back and shoulders.

“
Your hands feel so good
.
” Harlow lifts her chin, beckoning for a kiss.

“
You're hungry
,
” I tease, massaging her from hip to tits and back down again
.“
Put the water back on your clit, Harlow. Get yourself wet, inside and out
.
”

The shower head makes a path down her torso to her pelvis. Her body shivers from my fingertips brushing against her pussy lips, inserting slightly and gently into her precious hole. Shoving my whole finger in is what I really want to do. I want to feel her tightness engulf it right to the knuckle so I can trigger a deluge from her gorgeous snatch, but I wait, giving her an unbearably light amount of penetration.

“
Cherry, please, please kiss me
.
”

Hovering my lips over hers, I smile
.“
You like my hand on your pussy? Feel my finger? You want a second one
?
”

“
Yes, a little more
.
” Harlow is breathless, her whole being shuddering against mine. I help her hold the shower head steady as her arms grow weak from passionate waves.

“
Is this what you want
?
” My finger slides in half way
.“
More
?
”

“
Yes. Kiss me, please
.
” Harlow's mouth opens towards mine, but I still resist, busy keeping my finger moving in perfect rhythm to her moans. She grips me, both with her pussy and her free hand, water pressure consistent and intense on her swelling clit.

“
That's it, baby girl. Give it to me, put your cum in the palm of my hand
.
” And she does, clenching down on me, releasing a sweet stream over my finger, hand, and wrist. Back arching, her stiff nipples press onto mine and I pinch them together, hers and mine, making her scream with delight. My hand goes to her mouth, hushing her cries
,“
I got you, baby, just breathe
.
”

“
Cherry, I..
.
” Now is not the time for what I think she might say
.“
Shhh, Harlow, enjoy the pleasure
.
” I hold her, taking the shower-head off her pussy, carefully removing my finger from her squeezing hole, signifying closure
.“
Too much water isn't good for the skin
.
” I turn her around to face the water stream, and soak her hair under it. Adding my favorite shampoo to her silky locks, I massage her scalp as she calms down from a heightened state.

“
Oh my, Cherry, I love what you do and how you know my body
.
” Harlow basks in the afterglow, and the all over sense of well-being. There is nothing quite like a head massage, and after a mind-boggling orgasm, the feeling should almost be illegal, really
.“
Anything for my sweet Harlow
,
” I whisper, rinsing out her hair
.“
You ready to get out
?
”

Harlow looks at me with surprise and a bit of sadness
.“
I was hoping to reciprocate. You never let me taste you
.
”

“
I will, I will. Tonight was all about you
.
”

“
But I am all about
you,
Cherry
.
”

I rub her bottom and turn off the water
.“
Let's dry off
.
” Wrapping a plush towel around her, a strange vibe settles in my stomach. Most of my live-ins have loved me putting all of my focus on their pleasure, but not Harlow. I comb out her hair and lead her back to bed, noticing the light in her eyes has dimmed. We get into bed, two naked women intertwined, warming each othe
r’
s skin. Her pussy still trickles wetness, dampening my thigh, and this is what I need to send me off to sleep, drifting in a lucid fantasy about my sweet angel tribbing me, scissoring, grinding her precious cunt on mine. One day we wil
l—
one day soon.

Katherine and Avery waltz to me, giddy from an overdose of twats and tits, their weekly menu of choice
.“
Dusty, we can't thank you enough for your generous hospitality tonight. We really out-did ourselves
.
” Avery lays her legendary bust-in-face hug on me and I am in no position to complain.

“
No worries, Avery,
I’
m glad your evening was spectacular.  If you were asked to take a survey would you say you were somewhat satisfied, satisfied or fully satisfied to the max
?
”

“
Oh please, you know I have no time for surveys. This girl is smiling ear to ear, yes? Says it all
.
”

Katherine hugs me as well
.“
And my selection tonight, goodness, what a yummy little whore she is. I'll be having her again soon
.
”

“
Yes, you mentioned that earlier
.
” I don't want to project my feelings into the member experience, but Kristin is new on my radar, and it makes me twitch to hear her called a whore, but it's a term of endearment for Katherine
.“
When can we expect you two to make reservations again
?
”

In unison Katherine and Avery reply
,“
Tomorrow
.
”

“
W
e’
re fully booked for Saturday but I might be able to squeeze you in.
I’
ll talk to the boss
.
”

Katherine suddenly remembers
,“
My 'you-know-who' has me already committed to something tomorrow night. Totally forgot.
I’
ve got too much pussy on the brain
!
”

She's referring to her husband, who she feels brings bad luck if his name is mentioned within the club
.“
There is no such thing a
s‘
too muc
h’
! Let me know if your plans change
.
” I send them both safely to their limo. Like queens they make a grand exit, waving gracefully to the employees and other members.

The crowd thins out, which is typical for this time of night, or early morning. Feeling confident that the club will close by 3 a.m., I give myself a moment to chat with my lady bed buddy
.“
How you doing, Kristin
?
”

She flashes her baby blues at me, batting false eyelashes
.“
I'm good. Am I still scheduled for more
?
”

“
No, you're done for the night, free to lounge and mingle
.
” Kristin's shoulders relax as she nuzzles up against me.

“
Or you can meet me in Cherry's office to discuss plans
.
”

“
Plans
?
”

“
Yes, you know, for your accommodations tonight
?
” I remind her of the new arrangement.

“
Plans, yes, okay. Be right there
.
” She kisses my cheek. I know her lips were on Cherry's earlier, as well as a few other
s—
in a few hours they will be all mine.

I notice a strange woman standing at the club's entrance. Good thing Cherish isn't here because she would have a massive freak out knowing I stupidly left the security gate unlocked, and apparently, the entrance, too. I go right to her, blocking her from coming in.

“
I'm sorry, this is a private party, invitation only
,
” I state clearly, trying not to be rude.

“
Yes, I know. I've been here before
.
” The woman seems genuine but the rule is the rul
e
— members only.

“
Really? Yo
u’
re not a member
.
”

“
No, but my friend Susan is. She brought me with her once
.
” She searches her purse, pulling out a crumpled guest pass
.“
She gave me this for when I had the chance to come back
.
”

“
We are about an hour away from closing. Guest passes are only honored when attending with a member. All who wish to attend a private event must be screened first
.
”

“
I'm sure I'm in your system
,
” she replies, reading over the pass
.“
I don't see where it says I can't come here on my own
.
”

“
It doesn't state that, yes, but that is the rule we uphold here. You said Susan? Susan who
?
”

“
Susan Corcoran
.
” The woman acts as if this will somehow allow her entrance but I counter with
,“
Her membership expired about a year ago unfortunately. We enjoyed having her with us, and even though you may be in the system, a guest pass from an expired membership, not to mention arriving without an RSVP or an invitation, goes against our policies. I'm sorry, and I'm sure you understand that I can't make exceptions
.
”

She looks at me, as if she thinks I'm joking, and then shows her disappointment, readying her phone to make a call, which I instantly put a stop to
.“
You'll have to put that away. We don't allow cellphone usage in the club either. We have strict privacy regulations
.
”

“
My goodness, you act like I'm a terrorist trying to break in to the White House
.
” She stuffs the pass back in her purse.

“
If you would like to speak with the owner during daytime hours, here's her card
.
” I hand her Cherish's very discreet business information
.“
You can make an appointment with her then
.
”

“
I got all dressed up for nothing? This is ridiculous. Isn't there some way I can make this happen tonight
?
”

“
No, there is no way you can. I'm sorry
.
”

Reluctantly she turns and leaves. This time I make sure to close and lock the gate behind her. I should have gotten her name, or asked for some ID, but I'm just glad she left without too much of a fight. I've had a few altercations with women who get wind of the club from some friend or another and try to enter without proper credentials and created a nasty scene when turned away. Women who are used to getting their way, and have been given every luxury, lose sight of the fact that not every situation can be won by throwing money at it or having a tantrum. Those who want to be a member for all the right reasons are cool with having to go through the process.

The door to Cherish's office is open, but Kristin is not inside. The key code to enter her office is only known by me and the Boss Lady. Yet again, a glaring reminder that my mind isn't where it should be and the mistakes I made must stop. When I carried Devon out I must not have closed the door behind me, and so, I'll write this one off. Taking a seat, I look up Susan Corcoran's information.  Her membership was
n’
t simply forgotten or not renewed, it was suspended.  Suspended.  The only memberships that get revoked or terminated are the ones where Cherish suspects or knows the member went against the terms of the contract. For whatever reason, Susan Corcoran isn't allowed back to the club.

Kristin's voice interrupts the research
,“
Hey, cutie
.
”

She called m
e“
cuti
e
” and I giggle like a schoolgirl
.“
I can't remember the last time anyone has called me that
.
”

“
Well, you are cute. Totally adorable
.
” Kristin's sincerity makes me giddy on top of the blushing. What a mess I am already with her.

“
You want to sit down
?
”

“
Am I allowed
?
”

“
Yes. You're off the clock and on my watch
.
”

“
Are you sure it's okay that I spend the night with you
?
” Kristin sits, looking a bit out of sorts.

“
Yes, it's fine. Cherry is used to, um
,
”

“
Used to what
?
”

I almost ruin things for myself with her by admitting too much too soon. She doesn't need to know that I'm her step down and possibly the last step before going out the door completely
.“
Listen, it's cool. I wouldn't put you in a weird situation. Don't worry
.
”

“
Okay, good. Do you have booze in your room? Or do I need to stop and buy some
?
”

Cherish doesn't like the girls under her roof to drink hard liquor. She thinks it makes them sloppy and often times belligerent or overly emotional. Wine and champagne are permitted when the boss approves, otherwise it's a dry house
.“
I have a secret stash
.
” My confession lights up Kristin's face
,“
Promise not to tell
?
”