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Chenelle called the number on the back of the card, two days after meeting  A.T. Sugar. A young woman answered with a bright demeanor.

“A. T. Sugar office. Saline speaking. How can I help you?”

“Hi I was given this number by A.T. Sugar to call.”

Yes. So you must have questions, I assume.”

“Yes.”

“So I will fill in where she did not. The club is exclusive. Your met and passed Sugars criteria to get the card or else you would not be speaking to me. The address to the club  is on the front. Once you are there just present it and they will let you in. Can I have your first name, please?”

“It’s Chenelle.”

“I see that you are on the list. She suggested Friday for you. If you wasn’t to further your experience of the club, other than the ambiance and the drinks. You are welcome to go into one of the doors that are on the upper level. This area is discreet. No one will know which door you choose or when you leave.”

“It sounds like a whore house.”

“Ow. Well it’s not. Just as you want a one night stand, so do other participants. No one is kept or forced into anything. There’s  no madams, pimps or johns here.”

She started laughing.

“So how much is for the amenities?”

“You get a single fee of one hundred fifty. Your name will be immediately discarded after you leave.”

“How does this keep going if it’s only for one night?” Selene was laughing again.

“If you chose to have other one night stand, there will be an opportunity to decide before you leave. Now here is the kicker. You will never see the same club twice. That’s as much I can say about that. Have I answered your questions?”

“Umm, yeah. Wait!Oh how about safety?

“There will be condoms and other sexual protections available in every room.”

“So will you be visiting us this Friday?”

Chenelle paused to think for a bit, then said,” yes.”

“Fantastic, enjoy your time with us, Chenelle. Good bye.”

That’s how she agreed to go, but what ultimately drove her was the thought of not having on experience in her life, she could look back on and smile. Thinking, “I did that.”

She swallowed the rest of her drink and went up stairs, through the double doors. There were four doors. Two on each side. She pick the one on the furest to the back of the room.

She opened the door and the smell of the sweet “n” spicy wrapped around her as she stepped inside closing the door behind her. It was dimly lit, there was a vase with honey suckle flowers in it. The bed was enormous with sunset colored comforter spread across it. At the head of the bed a body pillow and small bottle in the center.

“The door opened to the right of her. A man with a decent build, medium length of hair and intense eyes stepped out.

“Hello”

“Hi” Chenelle said.

“I’m Anthony.” he said with a smooth timber to his voice.

“Chenelle” She said as she walked over to the bed to sit. Since she did not see any chairs in the room.

“They really can set a mood, can’t they?” he asked

Chennelle nodded as she started to think this was a bad idea.

Anthony walked behind her and sat down. “Your nervous.”

“Yeah, not sure I should do this?”

“Chenelle you said? You opened and walked through the door. You want to do it. But your fear wants you to run. My advice don’t think so hard. Can I massage your shoulders. That will loosen you up a bit.

Chenelle looked around there was nothing keeping here there. She nodded “yes.”

His demanding yet attentive hand relaxed muscles she didn’t even know was tense.

She felt his warm breath against the nape of her neck. Chenelle wanted more. He kissed her neck behind her ear sending delightful  little tingles through her.

He kissed her cheek, then he slightly parted her lips with his. Anthony delved in slowly with his tongue, then with drawing it out, to taste the eminence of her drink.

He delved in again wanting to leave his mark on every crevasse of her mouth.

Chenelle hand glided up into his shoulders, holding him to her. She turned into him and his hands caressed the outside of her right breast.

Chenelle wanted more. She broke the kiss breathing heavily.

“Take your shirt off.” She said

Anthony smiled loving how husky her voice became after the kiss.

Chenelle looked at his chest that held two of the most delicious, taunting nipples she ever seen.

She licked and suck on one hard, causing Anthony to arch his back into her demanding mouth. . Chenelle hand glided up his leg feeling how hard he was.

“Chenelle take your cloths off.”

She stood up and took everything off. She was not going to stop again.

Before she sat, he knelt before her and kisses her aching clit. Then he began licking it. She felt like she was going to fall over, little shocks was more than she ever felt . Anthony lifted her up as if she was light as a feather. Anthony spread her legs wider lifting her up on his arms like she was straddling him and laid her on the bed.

The bottle rolled down to them.

Anthony opened it up revealing golden honey inside. He dripped it down her soaked sex and lapped it up. It was a sin how he worshipped that area with his mouth. And the moans the deep moans that were escaping her lips.

He rose up taking her nipple in his mouth as the head of his shaft found it’s moistened destination. He slowly entered her savoring the feel of her muscled walls around him. She felt the familiar quiver of an impending orgasm.

“Don’t come yet. This feels too good. If you do it will cause me to cum.

Chenelle tried to hold back but her body had other plans. It started it’s rhythmic tremble, milking Anthony into submission.

“Oh, damn.” He called out as he thrust harder into her releasing himself.

As Anthony last thrust entered her she was gifted with a second orgasmic feast.

Anthony laid to his side breathing heavily

“That was incredible.”

“Yeah it was.” Chenelle agreed. “We should go now right?”

“No we don’t have to. We have the room for a couple of hours. I definitely want to clean up. Why don’t you join me in the shower?”

Chenelle doubts flew out the window as she joined him. When she left the club the memory of the that evening would never fade. Maybe she’ll try another room.

Monday morning came and nothing bother chenille. Not even her peervy boss. The O.N.S club was worth every penny. She wondered how the other rooms were.