The Belgravia Club (2 page)

The room was filled with about ten
or so women, ranging from late twenties to late forties, all well groomed and
well dressed. It wasn’t just women though – about a dozen men were in the room
and I had to blink to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. They were all
exquisitely handsome, attentively listening to single women or in small groups.

They seemed to represent every
different kind of man you could hope to meet; one or two were classically
handsome English public school types; another couple looked like they could be
Greek or Italian; two Chinese, and a smooth skinned black man in a blazer and
open necked white shirt in dazzling contrast to his skin stood talking with an
icily pretty Russian girl I recognised from one of the private banks in
Berkeley Square.  He was twirling her hair in his fingers as she gazed up
at him, her usual cold expression seeming a little warmer.

I started to wonder what exactly
what was going on.

Claire introduced me to the two men
she was talking to. Paul, one of the public school types, who said he was in
the army, and David, a Hong Kong Chinese in investment banking. They were both
handsome, but Paul in particular caught my eye; well built but not in a rugby
playing way, just right; he didn’t have the usual braying voice either, but
spoke in a level, polite tone, not trying to turn on the charm or impress me.

I whispered to Claire ‘I thought
you said this was a girl’s night in? Where did all these gorgeous men come
from?’

Claire looked enigmatic.

‘I don’t think I said it was girls’
night in. I said it was a sort of girls’ club. That doesn’t mean we don’t allow
men in...
of
the right sort’. She grinned up at David
as he massaged her shoulders from behind.

‘Listen darling. Jane will explain
it all to you, but she’s...occupied at the moment. I’m just going up to see
her, so why don’t you pop upstairs in ten minutes and she’ll make sure you’re
filled in.
First door on the right at the top of the stairs’.
She gave a throaty laugh and turned away, leading David by the arm out of the
door into the hallway.

I was starting to get a bit
suspicious. Had she just pulled that guy? It was pretty obvious they weren’t
going outside for a breath of fresh air. I turned to Paul and felt my heart
beat a little quicker as my eyes met his over our champagne glasses. Something
in the atmosphere of the room was making me light headed, or perhaps it was
just the champagne. I noticed that while we were talking some of the other
women and men had left the room also.

Anyway, I felt I ought to introduce
myself to the hostess, and find out if Claire needed rescuing, though I doubted
it.

Fifteen minutes later I excused
myself from Paul and climbed the large marble staircase in the hall, whose deep
red carpet led a trail up to the first floor and several black double doors. I
knocked tentatively at the first door on the right. There was silence at first,
then I heard giggling and an unfamiliar voice trilling.

‘Enter!
In every
sense of the word!’

I pushed open the door, starting to
get a bit annoyed with this enigmatic set up. I walked into a huge,
plushly
carpeted bedroom with low level lighting and an
enormous four poster bed. I started in shock as I saw what was going on. Claire
was facing me on the bed, naked, with her buttocks thrust in the air, with her
chin in her hands, supporting herself with both elbows, a smile on her face as
David gently, almost imperceptibly, ground
himself
into her from behind and stroked her hair.

‘Oh...I’m sorry...’ I turned to go,
feeling a deep flush rising up into my face.

‘Darling, just as things
were
getting interesting!’ she purred, and both she and
David laughed. He increased the pace of his thrusts and Claire closed her eyes,
smiled, and began to groan with pleasure.

Typical Claire, I thought, no
shame. Well, I wasn’t going to be a wallflower. I turned and left the room,
closing the door behind me. Although it had felt embarrassing, I couldn’t help
thinking there was something...well...arousing about seeing them like that.
I’ve been with a fair few men, but I’ve never been in a situation like that.

Something about the whole house
affected me. The exquisite decor, the handsome men in the drawing room, it was
like...what was it they called porn for women?
Erotica, that
was it. It was like some sort of erotic film. I noticed that my hands were
trembling slightly and I had butterflies in my stomach. And was that the first,
tiny tingling in my thighs...? A sudden urge to speak to Paul came over me and
I crossed to the stairs. I smiled as I saw Paul come out of one of the other
doors on the landing and walk towards me.

‘I was just looking for you’ I
said, coquettishly.

‘I was just looking for you too’ he
grinned. ‘Lady Jane asks if you would wait for her in here’.

He opened a door and stepped aside
to allow me in.

There was no awkwardness as he put
his arm round my waist and led me inside. It seemed perfectly natural to be
going into a bedroom with a perfect stranger. I’d normally put up some sort of
token resistance but I didn’t feel the need for any such silly games. The room
we entered was similar to the last in size; an incredibly well furnished
bedroom only without the four poster bed and a more feminine, floral decor;
William Morris wallpaper and some bright post-Impressionist paintings.

I heard the sigh of a champagne
cork and saw Paul pouring more Moet from an ice bucket by the bed.

‘How civilised’ I said.

‘Oh yes’ he replied. Lady Jane pays
great attention to detail – nothing’s too good for the members here.’

‘Are you a member of
this...club...then?’ I asked as we
clinked
our glasses
together.

‘Me?’ He laughed.
‘Oh not exactly.
I just help out Lady Jane from time to
time. It’s always good fun’.

‘Where is Lady Jane?’

‘Oh, somewhere
around.
She likes the members to just get on with
things,
it’s that sort of place. She’ll probably come into say hello in a minute’.

I heard a soft tapping and realised
someone was knocking at a door which I guessed led into an adjoining room. I
heard a familiar voice trilling.

‘Knock knock!’ The door opened and
Claire wafted in, grinning like the Cheshire
Cat
and
wearing some sort of silky robe, under which her slim figure was, I guessed,
naked.

‘I hope I’m disturbing something!’
she giggled. ‘Oh, good, you’ve got Paul, lucky thing. I had to change men; poor
old David’s worn out’. She led in a handsome black man in a towelling robe.
‘ This
is Marco; Marco this is Sara, and you know Paul of
old’. She smiled.

‘Would you like some champagne, Lady
Jane?’ asked Paul.

 I was getting very confused
now.

‘Perhaps I ought to explain’
offered Claire.

‘Perhaps you had!’ I replied.

‘Come and sit beside me darling,
and I’ll make it all clear.’ She patted the pillows on the bed. I kicked off my
shoes and propped myself up against the
bedhead
.
Claire put her arm around me. Marco and Paul sat reclining in armchairs,
watching us with interest.

‘Now, as you’ve probably guessed,
I’m not really Lady Sara Underwood. In fact she doesn’t even exist. She’s just a
little cover story for the club. I imagine by now you’ve guessed what sort of
things go on here’.

I said I had a rough idea.

‘So, I don’t really want to use my
real name when I’m inviting people to a....’

‘High class
knocking shop?’
I suggested.

Claire’s laughter pealed through
the room. I tried again.

‘Alright
then...swingers’ club’.

‘Oh darling, you’re being suburban
again! We’re nothing to do with knocking shops, swingers, Hugh Hefner or 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 as I swirled my tongue around his tight balls. I lay on
my side and continued to suck and lick him as his left hand probed and teased
me between my legs. Pulling away from me, Paul eased me back on the bed and
began to lap slowly at my clit with his tongue, probing it gently.

‘
Mmmm
that looks good’ I heard Claire say, and I turned slightly to see her next to
me on her side, supporting her head on one hand and watching Paul lick me.
Marco was lying next to her and fucking her slowly from behind, while with her
middle finger she rhythmically stroked herself below her thin strip of reddish
pubic hair.

The desire in me reached fever
pitch. I ran my hands through Paul’s hair and raised his head up, looking at
him imploringly. He realised how hungry I was and quickly straddled me on the
bed, raising my hips up and with tantalisingly slowness easing his glistening
cock into me.

‘Oh God that’s amazing’ I breathed,
as he began to grind his hips into me.

I looked to my right and saw that
Claire and Marco had changed position. Claire was standing on the floor leaning
forward to face us, with Marco behind her now thrusting hard into her. Claire’s
athletic body was returning each thrust, with the sounds of hard muscular flesh
slapping together building up to a crescendo. Paul increased his pace too,
raising my legs up to his shoulders so that he could penetrate me deeply.

I heard a series of gasps as Marco
and Claire reached their orgasm together, and the bed bounced as Claire fell
forward sighing and groaning. I knew the only way I could come was to take the
initiative so I eased Paul off me and got him to
lay
sideways across the bed next to Claire. Marco watched from one of the armchairs
as I straddled Paul, easing myself down onto his swollen cock. The soft
mattress made balancing difficult though as I tried to move. Claire noticed
this and came round behind me.