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“Good morning Ms. X is everything to your specifications?”
She looked around to make sure it was only the one journalist that Fia had assured her would be there. She did not see any indication of hidden camera’s as well.
“Yes Mr. Ingrim. Thank you.”
“Please have a seat and we will get started. Would you like something to drink before beginning?”
“Thank you. Do you mind me asking you why would you want to write story the O.N.S. Club?”
“Well Ms. X it has become a sensation. The mystery of the club and what goes on inside. Yet it has no complaints or any type of black mark against it. What really goes on inside the club?”
She looked at her glass filled with water and ice. She could have sworn that an ice-cube just popped from her heating the water by holding the glass. She took a deep breath, her down cast eyes looked up and stared right at the journalist.
“What do you remember the most?”
“What I remember is the taste?”
“Yes, I don’t know about the club but I can tell you about the origin of the club and about that taste. It was about five years ago, when I took a trip to visit a family member in the south. My cousin felt sort of sorry for me I guess and she suggested that I visit a house in the back woods.”
“Felt sorry for you?” He asked.
“Yes. I was what you would say a loner. I studied all the time and when the other were dating and getting their heart broken. I had my books. My cousin said she could not stand another minute of me being stuck alone in the house one more night.
So she loaned me one of her dresses and she put make up on me. Emphasing my lips. She said it was an assets and needed to be more eye-catching. So we went to the house to have a good time.
What I expected was a house party. What I got was something completely different.”
She took a sip of her water and smiled.
“What I got was an interview. I was asked several questions by a woman with moist red lips and searing blue eyes. It felt like she knew me before I even opened my mouth. She handed me a card after. It had a number to one of the rooms.
I started to get cold feet and I turned to find my cousin was nowhere to be found. The woman told me I did not have to go to the room, but why not?
I sat there for at least ten minutes before I convinced my self to go the room. I walked inside and there was someone sitting on a chair looking out the window. In his right hand he held a glass with a dark drink in it.
He said why not come in. We will not do anything that you don’t agree to. He told me his name. we’ll call him Red. I walked in and noticed there was only one chair and a bed. The bed had been covered it a soft white sheet. I knew it was soft because I sat on it.
Why did you come? He asked and I said my cousin brought me to the house for… and he cut me off.
He turned around and I stopped breathing for a moment. Why did you come to the room?”
“You stopped breathing? He was that handsome?”
“No he wasn’t. He was ordinary. Does that surprise you?”
“Yes all women say they had the perfect guy. Gorgeous and muscular.”
“He had one good thing about him. He had a scar. A perfect scar, right on his jaw. I told him that I would regret not even having the courage to go to the room at least. He smiled. We talked for a while and I felt comfortable enough to invite him to sit next to me on the bed.
He asked if I was sure? I nodded and he came over revealing to me how tall he was compared to me. He sat down next to me and I could smell the sweet woody odor. I started to feel a bit nervous but every move from that moment on was slow and sensual.
He moved my hair to the side and I expected a kiss but I got was a soft whisper. Close your eyes and feel what’s going on. No sight tends to calm the nerves and heightens other senses.
I did what he said. I felt his warm lips touch my neck. Then another was placed on my right check. Then he kissed me. It was so sweet, and warm. He kissed as if he was drinking what he had in the glass. Taking my lips and savoring it. I parted my lips and I felt like I was given the drink I was thirsty for, for a long time. He tasted so sinfully delishous. The combination of his drink and his natural flavor had me intoxicated.
I deepened the kiss and I started to be the aggressor. You see I felt like I need to connect with him. Being alone because you want to is one thing. But being alone because there was no one for you is another.
He pulled down the dress top revealing my self to him. I couldn’t open my eyes because no one had seen me before.”
“Ms X are you saying that was your first experience ever?”
“Yes and I don’t regret it.”
“Wow, please continue.”
“Like I said I had my eyes closed and I felt him caress my breast and take the other in his mouth. His mouth was sinful. I didn’t want him to stop. I held him as close as I could. He switched to the other breast. Sucking and nibbling my nipple. He made his way back to my mouth.
This time it felt more urgent, more needy and I have to admit It could have been from me more than him. While we kissed I felt how large he was through his pants. At first I felt like I should stop and run. Then I thought why. I always run when I get this close.
You see I gotten that close before. I just chickened out. I was not stopping this time. Actually I surprised myself. I actually started to be the aggressor. I pulled his shirt off and unzipped his pants.
We pulled away from each other for a moment, just to take off the rest of our clothes. We started kissing again and I felt the crown of his dick try to gain entry. I’m not sure if he shifted but it did the trick. I felt so full once he was completely situated inside. He gave this knowing look but it did not stop us.
Our bodies seemed to desire it other desperately. With each thrust I let out yearning moan. I felt as if I was getting ready to explode from the inside out. He kept hitting a spot that no manual vibrator ever did. Not that I knew that I had that spot.
Then it happened. I came so hard I felt as if every muscle tighten and then just popped. He came right after me, then fell right on top of me. Both of us were breathing heavy and just laid there in amazement.
At least I was because it was my first. He lifted up and gave me a soft kiss. Then he said, “Thank you.”
I asked him why the thank you? He said that to be someone first is like being with that person for the rest of your life. No one will ever erase this moment. He was right. After I got dressed and left the room. I never forgotten him or what we shared.”
“Wow. So it’s like she’s selling sex.”
“No she’s not actually. What you do in the room is up to you. What she provide is an experience that you seem to need in your life.”
The journalist just sat there staring at her as she prepared to leave.
“Have you ever met Fia?”
“I’m not a Black card member. But I did receive a personal note that I can not share with you.”
“There are different card members?”
“Yes, I have to go now.”
“Thank you for your time Ms.X.”
She nodded and the journalist watched as the quiet woman walked out of the room leaving him with the desire to be a card member.