Paul
I’m at The Dark Odyssey sitting in the VIP lounge on the third floor with James and Wade, the members of our crazy pack.
James likes to go large when we come here. So, he gets the best. Always the best drinks in the building, and always the most beautiful waitresses who will go topless and have no limit on what they’ll do. Tonight, we have three.
One who’s supposed to be for me, and two for them. It’s like we have our own private party, and just like always, we’re in the best spot so we can see all the action. The action which is sex, sex, and more sex.
Fucking.It’s all around us, like we’re in the mix of one massive orgy and we’ve got tickets to see it all.
From here I can see the bodies of the people on the dance floor clashing together as the music changes to the latest club mix.
To the sidelines by the bar are couples all along the cubicles, all fucking. On the floors above, it’s all group sex gone wild. Not even threesomes or foursomes. Tonight, the wild sexual lure has brought out the truly adventurous, and I’m seeing groups of at least five to six people.
The pairing just in front of me is a group of five older men and a woman who looks like she’s in her early twenties. The two men fucking her move like they want to consume her, and while she takes their relentless pounds, she alternates between sucking the other guys’ cocks as they come at her.
I have sex surrounding me and topless waitresses eager to please, but I’m here thinking about Jia.
The other night, I said too much and fell into my own trap. The trap an idiot would set for himself. The trap a coward would stare at and fall right into because it looked like the easy way out.
I saw her at work yesterday, but she didn’t see me. I watched her like a stalker and wondered what she must have thought of what I said.
It was certainly odd coming from me, the guy who ended our relationship. I said if I got what I wanted, we wouldn’t have ended up the way we were, but that was my fault.
Now I’m here at the club in the worst mood ever. It’s the wrong kind of mood for a place like this.
“Can I get you another drink?” says the pretty fiery redhead who’s supposed to be mine for the night. She clocked on to me when we arrived. She’s definitely my type, except I’m just here for a drink tonight.
“Just some water, thanks,” I answer, and she smiles. It’s distracting talking to a topless woman I have no intention of fucking.
“Water? Really, that’s all?” She inclines her head to the side.
“Yeah.”
James looks to me as she saunters away. He and Wade were talking it up with a blonde I know they’ll both end the night with in one of the private suites. I’m always grateful we’ve never been like most of these guys here who can have sex in public. It’s not that I can’t do it. I’m definitely able to, I just don’t like anyone watching my woman.
She belongs to me for those moments, whether it’s a casual fuck or something more. It’s the same reason I don’t like sharing, even though I have.
My waitress returns with my water and hands it to me.
“What else do you want? How about a lap dance, or something more? We could go somewhere more private.” Her eyes light up at the idea.
I smile and consider it. If I knew a good fuck would get Jia out of my system, I’d do it.
Since I know it won’t, at least not tonight, I’m going to have to decline.
“How about another time. I don’t think I’m going to be here much longer,” I answer. I’ve been here for a little over two hours. It’s getting to that stage now where I should leave if I’m not going to get up to anything wild.
She looks disappointed but nods her head and smiles. “Okay, well, let me know if you change your mind.”
“I will.”
She leaves, and as soon as she does, James comes over to sit next to me.
“Man, what the fuck’s wrong with you?” he snaps and shakes his head.
“I’m gonna call it a night.” I sip on my water.
“What the hell for? And why in the hell would you turn away a woman like that?” He gives me an incredulous glare.