Wow! When I first launched myself on to the web in July, I thought it would be a silly exercise. Ok, it’s true, I think most exercise is silly—all that running and jumping on the spot—but what I mean is, I believed no one would notice me and I’d just be wasting my time, chattering away to myself online about my writing and dislike of lycra.
But then I made a profile on Twitter. Ok, I’ll admit I had a personal Twitter account back in 2008 when it was all new and shiny, but I ditched it (along with Facebook) because it didn’t seem to be doing much and my time was better spent writing books.
So, getting back to the point, when I signed up to Twitter as an author I didn’t expect a lot. Then something crazy happened, I started gathering followers faster than a virgin in a whorehouse! Hundreds of wonderful authors and readers on Twitter clicked follow and were Tweeting back to me…me! I was so impressed, I said that when I hit 300 followers, I’d post a naughty story just for them. Little did I know that I’d pass 300 followers just three days later! 
Once I stopped crying and just accepted the fact that I had no completed story ready to publish that was mine to publish (I’m also a ghostwriter, which means a lot of my writing isn’t really mine), I got to work and wrote one.
What a blast! Thank you, Twitter!
Having to write this story was a gift, one that gave me so many ideas that I’m now going to turn this first story into either a novel or a book of shorts about Club Heat (the setting for the story). Though it’s too early, I also think this book may be my first self-publishing venture if people like it *crosses fingers*. Please let me know if you do, or if you think I should go in another direction, I’d love your feedback, and I have a tough hide so don’t hold anything back!
Before you read it though, please take note that it is unedited, and really just a first draft.
Once I have the full set of stories it will be edited, but for now, things could change (is there anything you’d like to see change?) so please don’t let any typos throw you off (if you see one, please alert me, my editor will thank you!).
Going Public (A Club Heat Short)
(Warning: the following story is sexually explicit and contains course language,
it is intended for readers over 18 years of age only)
A high chignon bun, classic-red nails, dainty jewelry, and Chanel over powder-fresh skin; every time Jessica walked into a room the air seemed to crisp and energize as though a movie star was present, as though Audrey Hepburn herself had arrived, croissant in hand. But even though everything about her whispered high-class, she hated that cunt Erisa and wanted to hurt her, bad.
“Hi, Erisa, how are you sweetie?” Jessica said, forcing a smile as Erisa rushed over to her before she was out of the entranceway.
“Great, how are you—you look tired, your face is all baggy and sad—are you ok?”
Jessica opened her mouth to give some clever reply she hadn’t thought of yet, but Erisa waved and smiled at someone across the room then just pranced away as she barked, “Oh, Laura, is that Prada? You can’t, you can’t own Prada can you…”
Fucking cunt, Jessica thought, still taking off her shawl. Some girls were just always in competition with other women, and Erisa was their coach.
Jessica looked back at Laura. She remembered speaking to her once at one of Brian’s parties. They’d had an interesting chat about books, 50 Shades of Grey, and the rise of kink culture. Laura seemed like a confident and sexy woman but now the poor girl looked like she was about to have an unplanned colonoscopy, which was a fair description of how it felt to listen to Erisa’s chitchat. Jessica felt bad for the girl, but her own rear-end still hurt from the last encounter she’d had with Erisa, so Laura was on her own.
Taking the long way around, Jessica went to the bar and ordered a gin and tonic—wine just wasn’t going to be strong enough for this party any more.
Waiting for her drink, Jessica looked for her brother, the man of the hour. Though she didn’t see him or his wife anywhere, she did notice them in every detail of the club. From the slate tables to the torched metal sculptures just out of reach, everything in the industrial chic space reminded her of her little brother and she was proud of him all over again. She listened to the indie-pop playing low. When the doors opened, top 40 dance music would be stuffed violently into every available space, but for now, Jessica was able to get lost in the memories of her brother’s successes: parties that led to events, events that led to his first night club, then another, then this one. How has the little guy she had soothed when he was bullied at school for being shy, grown up into this successful man, far more courageous and free spirited than herself. She studied the space like it was a roadmap to courage and happiness.
Then something else caught her eye—Seth. She couldn’t remember the names of half the people she recognized in the room, many of whom she’d met several times, but she sure remembered him. Fair, muscular, dreamy; he made an impression. He even managed to wear a vest and tie without looking like a douchebag, how impressive was that, Jessica thought.
He noticed her back and gave her a smile that made her blush and lower her eyes, which she then consciously corrected by forcing herself to look back up at him and smile, though she couldn’t do anything about the blushing. He grinned even wider and blushed himself as he turned toward her. He took a step in her direction and she became sensitive to her own body: her breathing was heavy, her hands grew cold and began to tremble, and her heart began to pound hard in her chest with rage because that fucking cunt Erisa was walking up to him and reaching for his arm like a dog lunging for a biscuit thrown into the air—the fucking bitch-cunt!
“No,” Jessica whispered, turning to grab the drink that had just been sat down in front of her. She took several long, cool sips, and emptied the glass.
Watching them while the bartender poured another, she felt the acid venom of hate build up in her mouth and she wanted to spit it in Erisa’s face. The bitch-cunt clawed as his arm, laughing like a hyena at whatever they had just said to each other.
“Here you go miss, and no charge. Brian told all the staff that his sister always drinks for free.”
“How did you know I’m his sister?”
“He told us you had his dark hair and would look far too upmarket to be here. I hope you don’t mind me saying that he was right, you are far too beautiful to stay in here after opening, can I escort you somewhere afterward? I’m only working during the launch party so once the club opens—”
“Sorry, you’re very cute, but I have to go, thanks,” she said holding up her new drink in a gesture of gratitude.
Leslie came up behind her then and grabbed her shoulders, playfully expecting Jessica to screech but Jessica was so on edge that she just twisted around and sighed in relief. “I’m so happy to see you!”
“Is Ricky here hitting on you?” Leslie asked motioning to the bartender who was serving another woman at the center of the bar. “He might look a little scruffy, but the ladies love him, and he’s a chameleon—fits in with every crowd.”
“The bartender’s actually very sweet, but Erisa’s here, being her usual, delightful self.”
“Oh, fuck.” she said. “Are you ok? Did you tell her off?”
“Have we met?”
“Is Tom here too?”
“Oh, you didn’t hear? She broke up with him.
“What?”
“I can’t believe Brian didn’t tell you, he found out a few weeks ago. Not only did she break up his engagement to me, and finally got caught lying about being pregnant, but she dumped him, through a text message. I’m guessing right about the same time she found out his family’s money wasn’t coming to him. I’d almost feel bad for him if, well, you know…” Jessica said then took another long sip of her gin. She looked at the crowd again but couldn’t see either Seth or Erisa.
“Wow! She is the reason for all the bad female stereotypes out there. But then, it’s not hard. Men and sex.” Leslie sighed. “If a woman is rotten enough to do it, and does it right, she can destroy anything with the promise of a good, hard fuck.”
Jessica felt her eyes water a little, and started to say it was kind of her fault too, for letting herself become repressed and boring in bed, but her voice waivered and Leslie was distracted, so the thought died in the air between them, hanging around her like a fog along with her other regrets, far too many of them sexual.
“Fuck. And she has the nerve to come here tonight.” Leslie said.
“Brian needs a new accountant, one that isn’t related to a cunt.” Jessica replied.
Leslie spat out the water she was sipping. “Did little miss proper just drop a C-bomb? Oh my God, that was awesome! Have another drink.” Leslie waived to the bartender who began making another round for them.
“Oh shush, you know I’m right. Where’s my brother? Isn’t it opening time soon?”
“I’m not sure but I think he must be busy getting the staff pumped-up, he’ll probably want to get us for ‘shot time’ soon,” She said. “In fact I should go and check on the registers before he’s done. Are you going to be ok if I leave you alone for a bit? I see Jake and Sandy over there, I think you met them…”
“Oh, I don’t feel up to mingling tonight, I’ll be fine, you go, and let me know if I can do anything.”
“You say that now, but do you know who I saw here tonight?”
“Seth?”
“Ya, did you see him?”
“Yes, and Erisa dragged him off somewhere.”
“Fuck no! I’m going to find her and cut her off at the knees.”
“It’s ok—“
“No, it’s not, what the hell is wrong with her? We’re not going to let her ruin this for you too. Seth is perfect for you: he’s wild, and sexy, and successful, and very skilled in the sack, or so I’ve heard.”
“Whoa, whoa! First, there’s nothing there yet, and second, you have better things to do tonight.”
“You’re right, you go find him. There absolutely is something there, I saw the way you two were flirting. Go get him.” The bartender delivered the new drinks and whispered something into Leslie’s ear. “Shit! Ok, I really do have to go, but if you aren’t sitting in Seth’s hard lap while Erisa watches by the time we open, I’m taking matters into my own hands. That evil bitch can’t get every man you look at. I honestly just don’t get what her deal is.”
“Sitting in his lap? Hi, I’m Jessica…” Jessica held out her hand for a handshake.
“Why the hell not!”
“Girls compete with one another, women empower one another.”
“That’s a nice thought, go post it on your Facebook wall where no one gives a shit, then go be a man and show that bitch that she can’t steal every guy you have a relationship with…or almost relationship, whatever, just go!” Leslie hugged Jessica then went into the backroom.
She might be a crazy sailor, but she might not be wrong, Jessica thought. She took a sip of her newest drink and realized the gin had already washed everything a little out of focus. She just wanted a warm glow of fearlessness, not a burning hang-over in the making. She slinked away from the bar and into a corner booth that somehow hadn’t been taken by one of the groups of couples clinging to the walls trying to go unnoticed.
Sitting alone seemed a good idea at first, but was more like playing peek-a-boo with cats—every time she looked up, all the single men in the crowd were about a foot closer to her booth. Thinking twice, Jessica went to get up, but it was too late.
“Is this seat taken?” A forty-year-old Hasselhoff lookalike asked as he sat down next to her.
“No, and neither is this one,” Jessica said, sliding around the booth to leave. Hasselhoff grabbed her arm—insistently but without hurting her—grinning widely and shining his giant, light-bulb teeth directly into her eyes, causing her to blink away her repulsion.
“Hey, don’t leave yet, I just got here, and I have a feeling you’d like me if you’d get to know me.”
“I already know I’d like you, to leave me alone, and that’s good enough for me.”
“Aww, come—“
“I think she made it clear, she wants you to leave her alone,” Seth said.
Jessica hadn’t seen him come up to the booth and damned if she didn’t blush and turn away when she looked up and saw him there.
Thankfully none of the bouncers were around as Seth almost manhandled Hasselhoff, taking his hand off hers and dragging him by it out of the booth. The protests only lasted so long before it was clear that Seth was hurting the guy with his grip, and he stormed off.
“Thank you. He wasn’t hurting me or anything, but I don’t think he was going to leave me alone.”
“Well, I had my own selfish reasons for getting him away from you anyway. I’ve been trying to talk to you all night. I was talking to your friend though, I forget her name, the pretty, red-haired girl with the big…”
“Ya, I know who you mean, she’s not my friend though.”
“Oh, she made it seem like you were really close, she had nice things to say about you, she didn’t seem to want to talk about anything else. Though, I guess, well it seemed like she was a little jealous.”
“What! What did she say?”
“Nothing specific, she was just implying you weren’t available right now, that you had caused some problems with your last boyfriend…”
“What a bitch! Sorry, excuse my language, but she is the worst person alive, and a liar.” Jessica looked at Seth, who was staring down and playing with the ice in his drink. “Sorry, we don’t need to talk about her, she’s not worth our time anyway.”
“No, don’t apologize, I’m sorry for bringing it up, I didn’t know you hated her.”
“I don’t hate her really; I just have a fantasy where she’s being attacked by honey-badgers, making her run barefoot in a desert, of Lego blocks, near a Bieber concert.”
“Ouch,” he laughed.
“So, you were saying you wanted to talk to me?” Jessica smiled and made herself touch his hand as naturally as possible even though she was so nervous her ears rang.
Seth put his hand on top of hers as they chatted about the party where they’d met. This led to talking about how Seth met Brian at a successful bar they were both scoping out, they were digging up information by pretending they were staff and talking to customers. Seth put his hand on Jessica’s thigh when they laughed at the part of the story where the manager of that bar found out what the two young guys were doing. Feeling the tingle of his hand on her, they both let their laughter wind down and stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, feeling the lust between them. Jessica let out another giggle and placed her hand on his thigh in return. She was ultra aware of her breathing now, hearing each breath drag in and out far too loudly, worried her awareness of it would make her breath awkward and unnatural. He moved closer.
“I’m so glad I got to see you tonight,” He whispered, close enough to her neck that she could feel the hot vapor of his breath. She giggled and lowered her head, blushing violently.
“I’m so, so sorry to interrupt,” Leslie said, and Jessica jumped away from him, head-butting him in the chin as she went.
“Oh, and I didn’t mean to scare you either. It’s just if Brian doesn’t get to have shot time he might cry.”
“Ok, no problem.” Jessica looked at Seth, ”I’m sorry, I’ll just be a minute.”
“I’ll wait here,” He smiled, rubbing his chin.
“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll have her back to you soon,” Leslie ordered, pointing at him.
Jessica followed Leslie to the back for her brother’s launch tradition: shots of tequila with Jessica, Leslie and his best buddy Casey just before opening. When Jessica had taken her shot, hugged and congratulated her brother, and finally came out of the backroom she looked at the booth and saw Erisa with Seth. She made a sound that resembled snarl and started to walk toward them, holding balls of rage in her clenched fists when the lights flashed and a squeal interrupted the music, cutting through all of the activity of the room.
Brian hurried past her and took a microphone from the DJ. “Thank you all for coming tonight.” He said over the sound system. The whole room stopped and Jessica had no choice but to turn and pay attention to Brian.
“I’m glad to see all my closest friends, and family—thank you Jessica”— Brian gave her a salute and winked at her—“for coming to celebrate with me. It’s very exciting to be here, finally opening Club Heat after months of work. Many thanks to my very dedicated staff, and of course to my lovely wife, Leslie, for helping make this place so gorgeous. Before we let in a bunch of drunk 20-year-olds to spill their only-slightly-overpriced drinks all over it…” Laughter sounded, which made her brother sparkle and made Jessica glad she came, even if the bitch-cunt had tried to ruin everything, again. Brain said a few more words and then loud, thumping, blinding pop music took over.
Jessica looked over to the booth, but they were gone. Her chest sank. She looked wildly around then went to the back. Leslie was still counting coins but when Jessica told her what happened she left them to help her look, swearing the whole time.
After a bit of searching she finally found the pair near the coat check.
“Hi Jessica. Sorry, I just ran into Erika again and we got to talking.” Seth gave her a look that said he’d tried to get away.
“Erisa” Erisa corrected, giving him a glossy stare. Jessica didn’t bother to hide her smile.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Erisa.”
Suddenly Leslie’s voice came over the sound system. “Erisa, would you please come to the bar you have a phone call. Erisa, please come to the bar, you have an urgent call.”
Jessica knew what was going on and decided to take her sister-in-law’s advice—it was now or never.
“Wow, that must be important, I hope it’s not those test results you’ve been waiting for from the clinic.”
Erisa huffed and then stomped away to the bar.
“Do you want me? As in want me, want me?”
Seth looked at her, skeptical. “Yes.”
“Then follow me,” Jessica said, taking him by the hand and leading him to the back room. But as soon as she pressed on the swinging door she heard the bustle of the staff and turned around.
“Everything ok?”
“Sorry, there’s not much privacy here, we’re going to have to use the bathroom.”
“Uh, did you want to leave?”
“No, I can’t leave yet and I want this now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He followed her into the women’s room, which was thankfully empty. They went into the handicapped stall and she turned the little metal nob to lock the door as he grabbed her from behind and started to nibble at the nape of her neck.
“You are so beautiful, I can’t believe this is happening,” he said.
“Neither can I,” She said turning around. “I’ve never…”
“I know, one look at you and I know.” He moved his hand up her thigh and under her dress, caressing the lower curve of her bottom, his fingers edging close to her center.
She closed her eyes and kissed him, hard. He tasted of bourbon and the warm musky cologne he wore—manly and satisfying. She groaned into his mouth and he clutched her with mad desire, lifting her off the ground and pressing her against the door with his body. She wrapped her legs around him and angled her pelvis up so she could feel his erection against her as she undid his tie and buttons. He moved away from her mouth tasting her neck and shoulder with his tongue. After a few moments, she grabbed his hair in her one hand and searched for his belt with the other crying out, “I want you, now!”
He lifted his face and looked into her eyes, there was a fierceness in his desire she’d never seen before. He grunted and still holding her up with one hand, lifted her skirt up around her waist with the other before grabbing her lacy thong and tugging it so hard it tore off on the second tug.
So lost in this mad hunt for satisfaction neither of them heard the music pump harder as the bathroom door swung open and a group of twenty-somethings came into the washroom. Immediately the girls heard the panting and the groaning and knew what was happening inside the stall. Just as quickly they began chattering, and giggling, and texting.
Having unzipped his pants, he positioned himself and looked at her, his eyes still raging with lust, to ask, “Are you sure?”
“God, yes! Now, ple—“
He plunged inside her, grabbing her with both hands to get as deep as he could.
She cried out in a moan of pain and pleasure so intense she wasn’t even in the room any more—she was just his, just pleasure, just want. He filled her completely and then some with his thick, heavy, pulsing cock. With each thrust she vibrated, tensed, and demanded more. She grabbed onto the top of the door behind her to lift herself so he could move faster. She wanted him all at once. She wanted it harder, faster, and deeper.
Bang, bang, bang, bang—it took several moments for them both to realize the banging against the stall wasn’t just them. They both looked up and saw faces staring back at them along the two partial walls of the stall. Girls stood on toilets and sinks to watch them and cheer them on. The ones that couldn’t find standing room banged on the walls of the stall and cried out.
“Oh my God,” he said stopping his thrusts in shock and dropping her back down to her feet.
“No, don’t stop,” Jessica said, the girls hollering their approval. She took his hand, closed the toilet seat lid with her foot, sat him down, and grabbed his cock. Getting to her knees she licked him up and down, looking up into his eyes, wanting to see that fire come back through the nervousness and fear there now.
“Who are you Jessica? And why am I just finding you now?” Seth said.
I have no idea anymore Jessica thought just before taking him into her mouth as deeply as she could. The taste of their sex, and the cheering, and the eyes watching her, and the want throbbing and wet between her legs, made her eager to please and perform. She drew him out slow while sucking, then thrust back down on him with her mouth, getting deeper and deeper into her throat each time. Tears lined her eyes and it was incredibly uncomfortable, but he moaned and groaned and the fire came back, fueling her on as she quickened her pace.
“Stop, I’m going to cum, and I want back inside you.” He said after a while. Screams wailed around them. Jessica got up, turned around and positioned herself above him, a hand on each of his knees to hold her steady. As she sat down he cried, “Oh fuck, you feel so good!”
She bounced up and down, letting gravity work, and twisted her hips to swirl him around inside her as she moved, feeling him as deeply and as completely as possible. He reached around and slid the top of her dress and thin bra under her breasts, exposing them so he could rub them.
She was groaning with every thrust now and with the screaming and banging around them she didn’t notice the tiny metal nob click from the vibrations, making the door to the stall fly open. At first the audience didn’t know what to do and just stood there, gaping at the two of them writhing inside.
Seth slid his hands down and grabbed her under each thigh, spreading her legs as he closed his, and took over, moving her up and down thrusting into her as deeply and as quickly as they could both stand. She was exposed completely now: open and on display, vulnerable, but so completely enclosed in her feelings of pleasure that she had no shame or embarrassment, finally.
The crowd just continued to watch, a few girls unconsciously touching their breasts or rubbing at their groins, until one woman howled loudly for them to get out of the way she was coming through. Hearing this through her ecstasy, Jessica looked up to see her push past the line of twenty-something’s at the door. It was Erisa. It was perfect.
“If… you… still want him… I’m almost done…with him.” Jessica panted out as best as she could between strokes.
Erisa smiled and walked up to her. Without saying anything she bent down and took Jessica’s breast into her mouth, rolling her nipple around with her tongue.
“What? Oh God.” Jessica cried, feeling her cunt clench in the first throw of an orgasm.
“Oh fuck!” Seth moaned, rolling his head back, the scene in front of him too much, his orgasm too near. He stopped for a much-needed break, and Erisa lifted Jessica’s dress off over her head. He reached around to rub Jessica’s clit, placing his other hand on her shoulder to keep her down for a few moments, though her pussy still throbbed around him inside her, her wetness still seeping out slowly. Jessica didn’t think about it and lifted Erisa’s dress up and off her as well as Erisa knelt down in front of her.
Rubbing her hands up Jessica’s legs and along her thighs Erisa said, “I’ve wanted to taste you for a long time.” Lifting Seth’s hand away she placed it on Jessica’s breast, then pushed Jessica slightly to take Seth out of her. Taking Seth in her hand, jerking him off, Erisa lowered her face to Jessica’s pussy and gave it a big, long lick from back to front, lapping up their sex.
Erisa was doing the work for all three of them now. Jessica and Seth could believe what was happening. At that moment another girl began sucking at Jessica’s free breast taking Erisa’s lead. Yet another leaned over Erisa and took her large, fake tits out of her bra, rubbing them and getting her nipples hard. Another moved behind both girls, pushed Erisa’s thong to the side and began licking her ass making her moan against Jessica’s clit. Jessica put a hand on the back of Erisa’s head and ground her face into her pussy. “Lick it you dirty cunt. You’re my little bitch now, aren’t you?” she said, and Erisa moaned louder against her clit.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum!” Jessica screamed setting off a chorus of moans, screams and wall thumping around her.
***
“So you want to explain to me what happened last night?” Brian said.
“Um, I’m not sure I can.”
“And I thought, I was the wild one, holy shit sis!”
“I’m so sorry…”
“Sorry, are you kidding? Club Heat is now the club that had an orgy on opening night. It is officially the hottest spot in the whole city. Brittany fucking Spears is on the VIP list for tonight. As long as you can promise that’s the last time, so that I don’t have to worry about you or the cops showing up, I owe you big!”
“Oh, well glad to help.”
“Leslie is telling me to ask if you’re going to see Seth again?”
“Uh, ya, probably,” Jessica said, looking behind her and into Seth’s eyes, which were hot with animal lust. “Do you mind if I call you back?”
“Sure, I should go anyway, thanks again, Sis.”
Jessica hung up and leaned back over. Seth began to pump into her again from behind and Jessica continued licking Laura’s clit as Laura moaned against Erisa’s kiss, who was herself getting pounded from behind by Ricky the bartender.
Who am I? Jessica thought again for a moment, then just let herself go again, feeling nothing but pleasure and Seth inside her, her regrets, anger, and inhibitions gone for good.
The End, for now.
Thank you for reading! Once again, if you enjoyed the story, or didn’t, please leave me a comment and let me know what you thought and if there’s anything you’d like to see included when I write the next chapters in the Club Heat story featuring Laura (How did she end up in that room with the bartender anyway?), Leslie (why hadn’t Brian told her about Erisa weeks after he’d heard?), and… you tell me!
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