C2 CLUB ADVENTURES – Part 1

When Lauren’s new friend, Vivian, invites her to a club she thinks will be a typical nightclub. But as she steps inside, she realizes it's a sex club. Her Thursday night takes a steamy turn that she never could have imagined. With a few cocktails down her throat, she lets her delirious urges cloud her mind, and soon she begins to crave sexual fantasies that she never thought she would.

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My new friend V is a complete contrast to me.

She boasts a striking hourglass figure with brunette locks, a stark contrast to my 5-foot nerdy blonde self.

While we're both freshmen in NYC, she embodies fearlessness in every aspect. Her daring spirit is obvious in her style. She has four distinct ear piercings and a lip piercing that add an edge to her amazing appearance. She exudes a boldness that I admire, a willingness to dive into any type of experience headfirst that I can only dream of matching.

I met V, as she prefers to be called, in a quaint nearby cafe, and our connection was instantaneous despite our stark differences.

It was as if opposites really do attract, for she embodied everything I longed to be but never dared.

I came from a family where the very things V embraced as normal would lead to banishment, so I found myself drawn to her fearless spirit. She’s so young, yet she represented a world of possibilities that I could only dream of.

Each conversation with her was a glimpse into a life I yearned for but felt trapped from embracing.

On a fateful night, while I was surfing the web, V called me out to join her in a club. It was a Thursday night and we both had classes on Friday morning, so I rejected the idea.

“I know this is a bad idea, Ren. But I heard they are sharing free dicks.” V exclaimed. “Sorry, free drinks.” She giggles like an amusing teenager.

I roll my eyes, knowing fully well that she is definitely going to the club to find her next fuck buddy, so I decline again.

“We are freshmen, V. We can't be missing classes. Not even for free dicks.”

“I said free drinks.” She insists, “you love cocktails, don’t you?”

“I should have never told you that,”

“Come with me, Ren, please. I promise, we will be back early. We won't miss any of our classes.” V urges.

I groan softly, imagining the smell of a freshly mixed whiskey cocktail.

“You promise we will come back early?”

“Yes. I promise. Bring your car. I will text you the address,” she giggles again, and I shake my head at how easily I’m being manipulated into going to a club on a Thursday night!

Well, V promised that we would be back early, and I’m already getting bored of reading comments online. So why not give it a shot?

Unbeknownst to me, she had orchestrated for us to attend a sex club.

The realization dawned on me only when we arrived, with no choice but to follow as she pulled me inside.

The thick, intoxicating scent of sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with the rhythmic sounds of booties being clapped and the pulsating beat of trap music.

“V, this is a sex club!” I gasped; my voice was barely audible over the loud music.

I tug her to the side, staring at her in disbelief.

“Come on, where else will you get free dicks if not a sex club,” V rolls her eyes, then yanks me along with her.

I bit my lips nervously, trying not to look out of place. I know it was too late to back out now.

I feel drawn to the specular scenes before me. Naked girls were tied up by another girl or a man, and they were spanked with different types of whips. The girls moan out like sluts for their masters, and I can hear them seductively begging for more.

Some hold lustful gazes as they are being fucked, and I worship that sexual communication. I can see lots of women, and men getting fucked out of their guts in various angles in the club.

Shit. What the hell am I doing here?

“Does that make you horny?” V asks as she traces my dumbfounded gaze.

I gulp, breathing heavily. I need that cocktail now.

“Uhm,” I avert my eyes from the particular couple who instantly makes me wet when I see how he's lashing her ass with his leather whip.

I wish to look elsewhere but it’s not better anywhere. I lower my gaze as I realize that almost everyone already has a partner and they are either kissing, getting spanked, getting deepthroat and degraded.

“This is a bad idea,” I repeat to myself, but my mischievous thoughts aren't helping either.

I begin to imagine myself being tied up and whipped like those girls. I also wish to feel that intense sensation from getting my ass and my face lashed.

I want to be tied up and restricted from getting orgasms while I am getting fucked from behind too.

V notices my lustful gaze and giggles as if she can relate to what I'm feeling. She nudges my shoulders, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

“Girl, you look like you could rape someone right now,” she chuckles before walking away to meet a black guy that winked at her when we arrived.

For a moment, I am stupefied.

Wait. Is this club like…sex is here, come and have it kinda club?

“Oh god, I'm so fucking horny,” I groan softly, looking around to find myself a chair to sit on.

I see an available seat in front of the bar, and I quickly help myself to it.

“Can I get an iced margarita, please?”

“Sure,”

Mindlessly, I find myself on my fifth glass, the alcohol beginning to warm me from the inside out. But I'm still extremely horny. I keep rubbing my thighs together, but the desire continues soaring.

“Are you okay?” The bartender asks and I raise my half-closed diluted eyes at him.

“No, I want to cum so bad,” that’s what I want to reply with, but my body takes over, driven by a desire I can't ignore.

Without conscious thought, I find myself making my way to the stage, where I've watched other girls being tied up in alluring displays of submission.

“Can you tie me up too?” I blurt out to the handsome, biracial guy with a low cut, who is in the midst of spanking a red-headed, naked girl on stage.

My cheeks flush red with embarrassment, feeling like a ripe tomato under his electrifying gaze. I feel embarrassed standing here, yet I can't deny the surge of excitement that flows through me at the thought of being bound and helpless before this tall, pole-like man.