The Belgravia Club Read Free Page A

any of
that cheesy seventies rubbish. This is a discrete club for single professional
ladies where they can fulfil their every desire with handpicked, high quality
men. For a price, of course’.
    ‘ You mean
you charge people for sex?’ I blurted out.
    ‘ Shhhh darling. That would be naughty – and probably
illegal. No, I just charge a little something for organising things, and pay
the boys a bit of pocket money. Anything else that goes on between the guests
is up to them’.
    ‘How much is a little something?’
    ‘Oh darling I’m not asking YOU to
pay. You’re a friend. But most of the ladies who come pay a thousand pounds per
night. Olga, that icy little Russian creature downstairs, for example, pays me
double that because I know she can afford it’.
    I swiftly calculated how much she’d
be making per night if the number of women downstairs was anything to go by.
    ‘Not a bad sideline’ I said.
    ‘And as you’ve probably guessed the
house isn’t mine. This belongs to a former banking client of mine and he pays
me to keep an eye on it. So I thought why not take advantage?’
    I had to admit I was impressed by
her organisation. It was certainly a better bet than the geeks and weirdos I’d  met through
online dating. By this time I was deeply relaxed, my head buzzing pleasantly
with champagne, and I barely noticed that Claire was stroking and playing with
my hair, while Marco and Paul had moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
    ‘So just relax and enjoy the club’s
facilities!’ she laughed, throatily, running her hand through my hair.
    I moved away from her slightly.
    ‘Oh don’t worry, I’m not going to try to seduce you. You made that clear before. But why don’t
we all just... get on with things...while we’re in the mood?’
    Before I had time to feel any
embarrassment, Paul had distracted me by lying on my left side and starting to
kiss and stroke my neck, sending shivers of excitement through my body. Before
I knew it he had eased off my jacket and shirt and was massaging my back with a
firm, relaxing rhythm. The champagne was going to my head now and I felt
anything was possible. A smell of lavender and cedarwood emanated from the smooth Egyptian cotton of the bedsheets as I lay back and relaxed with Paul lying beside me.
    To my right, Marco and Claire had
stood up and were kissing each other, oblivious to us. Claire loosened her gown
and it fell to the floor with a rustle. She has a slim, athletic figure, with
slender hips and an almost flat chest, the boyish look accentuated by her
short, bobbed hair.
    Marco’s robe fell to the floor as
well and I saw a smooth, chocolate brown body with every muscle taut and
defined, in stark contrast to Claire’s pale, redhead complexion. His powerful
erection jutted forward and Claire knelt down and began to deep throat him
effortlessly. Rather than feel embarrassed I began to feel incredibly turned on
as she expertly worked her lips up and down his cock.
    By now Paul had begun fondling me
through my clothes and without hesitation I sat up and peeled off my shirt and
jeans and then my underwear. Lying on the bed naked felt deliciously arousing
with him in standing in front of me undressing and Marco and Claire entwining
with each other on my right. I smelled a hint of cigar tobacco from Paul’s
clothes as he dropped them by the bed but also a deeper, masculine scent that
thrilled me. His body was sculpted with just the right amount of short, dark
hair on his chest, without a trace of excess fat.
    Reluctantly turning away from Marco
and Claire, my eyes dropped to Paul’s cock, large even though only semi erect, and I felt a thrill of desire race through my body. I
leaned forward to the edge of the bed and began to stroke and massage it,
leaning forward to flick my tongue along the shaft which hardened rapidly in my
closed fist.
    It was even bigger now, not overly
long but thick and with a capable firmness.  I smelled more of that
delightful male scent