I can't believe I'm actually going to do this.
That I am going to see Mark at that private club.
I shouldn't be doing this, but I want to. And
if I don't, it will nag at me for the rest of
the year. I'm crossing so many red lines. I don't
go to the club on Wednesday. I save it for Friday.
Should I wear a jumpsuit or a dress? I have a
mask at home and I think it will do since it'll
cover my face. The only thing is that I can't
hide my hair. He'll definitely recognize my large
curls. Black leather looks good on my skin, but
I'm still thinking, should I wear the jumpsuit?
I don't know what really goes on in that club,
and I don't want to be exposed to the point that
I lose my license. Thursday comes and it's my
off day. I spend it mostly with my daughter,
especially after school hours. She usually goes
to her dad on weekends from Friday, so I'll be
free that Friday evening. Every hour. Every day
that passes. I begin to question my motives,
but I don't let up. I have to stick this out.
Now it's Friday, and after I drop my daughter
off at her dad's, I get home and begin preparing
for my rendezvous. It's easy to get dressed,
but it's hard to leave home like this. I'm wearing
the black leather cat suit and just a mask. I
hope it at least hides my identity. When I get
there, it's so silent outside. There isn't a
line or anything like usual clubs. I walk up
and open the double glass door. Three guys dressed
in black stand in front of the next double door
that leads into the club. I hand them my invitation
without them asking. He scans it and hands it
back to me. And without hesitation, he opens
the second door to enter. Everything is dimly
lit in red. It reeks of seduction, sex, and everything
bad. And I like it. I don't even know where to
turn. On my left, there's a hallway with doors
on each side. And on my right, there's a bar.
I'm not sure if the doors on my left are private,
so I just go toward the bar. The bartender nods
at me. He can't see my face, of course, but he
can hear my voice. He hands me a martini and
I take a sip. We don't pay for anything here.
When you get invited, you have to sign up online
and enter your credit card details. They automatically
charge the subscription fee and bill you for
drinks, food, everything. Further down past the
bar, there's a big open space, similar to a dance
floor, but there are glass cages. Behind them
are couches where people can sit and watch you.
There are also attendants standing at every corner,
ready to answer questions. I tell one of the
guys that I want to be in a cage, and he nods.
He ushers me to a back room and gives me a briefing,
what to expect, what not to do, and what I should
definitely be doing. He guides me back to the
open area, and I take a deep breath. I'm really
going to do this. There are already people seated
on the couches, watching other dancers. I'm relatively
early to the game only because I want to see
when Mark comes in. I finish my martini and hand
it to the attendant. He opens the cage, and I
step inside. There's a large opening at the top,
but no one can touch me from any other direction.
The attendant turns the key, locking me in, but
I have a spare for whenever I want out. At first,
I just stand there like... I'm not even sure
what I'm supposed to be doing. Well, I'm supposed
to be dancing to the music. Eyes are on me now
because I seem like fresh meat to them. I start
dancing, closing my eyes, forgetting my surroundings.
Oh, how good it is to feel alive, to not be judged
for what you are or what you want to be. As a
therapist, I have to stay in the shadows. I have
to be an example to society. I have to carry
a certain moral high ground because my brand
is who I am. I can't be seen stepping out of
line, which is why I'm here. In this club, my
identity is hidden. No one knows me, unless they
know me well, unless they can recognize my hair
and tattoo. For reference, there's a small tattoo
on the back of my palm. Otherwise, I'm invincible
right now. I start dancing. Short, intentional
sways of my hips. Maybe I should have drank more
martinis before I came in here. I close my eyes
and move to the beat of the music. Everything
around me turns into a blur, and now I'm fully
into it. And by the time I open my eyes, I see
him. Mark is sitting directly opposite my cage.
I don't know if he has recognized me, or if he
just chose the perfect spot. but his eyes are
on my cage. I stare at him, and he stares back.
We stay like this for some time, and now I know
that he knows it's me. He's all dressed in black,
tunic and trousers, looking devilish as ever.
Mark relaxes into the couch, just like our sessions,
as if he's at home. I close my eyes again and
slither my body against the glass. I move like
a snake, gyrating my hips, touching my body,
rubbing my neck, my face, my hair. When I open
my eyes again, a short breath escapes me. Mark
is standing outside my cage. His eyes are so
fucking wild it scares me a little. They are
all glazed over like a predator with its prey.
His palms are pressed against the glass as if
he wants to break into it. I put my palms against
the glass, lining them up with his. His hands
are big, but mine fit into his perfectly. I extend
my tongue, swirling it in slow circles. His mouth
is open, and I can see his breath fogging up
the glass. Marks like a horny goat. I close my
eyes and continue to dance. I forget about him
and lose myself again. But there's a small tap
on the glass. I open my eyes to see Mark curling
his fingers, calling me. I shake my head. He
presses his palm against the glass and slides
it down, calling me again. This is dangerous
territory. If I step out of there, there's no
telling what he'll do, but I'm willing to test
it. I want to see how far this goes, and if I
have the strength to stop it. I always stop it.
But there are limits to my control. And tonight,
I want to see if Mark can stress those limits.
I unlock the cage and step out. The moment I
do, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me towards
him. He doesn't kiss me. He just hugs me, burying
his face into my neck. Good God, you smell so
fucking good. Come with me. He takes my hand
and guides me back down the hall, past the bar,
and down the hallway with the doors. I stop him.
Mark, I can't do anything with you. This will
ruin everything. My practice. My reputation.
I can no longer be your therapist if I cross
that line. You think I fucking care? I do not
need this kind of heat in my life right now.
Then why did you come? Just so you can tease
me. I nod. Temptress. He pulls my hand. Don't
worry. I'm not going to do anything you don't
want me to do. Then where are you carrying me?
For our own little privacy. I've rented a booth
or a room as we shall say. He pulls me down the
hallway and we stop at the room on the left.
5B. We enter and he locks it behind him. There's
a plush stool in the middle of the room. It's
a dimly lit blue this time. not red like the
main room. And there's a small stage, no glass
cages. You get up there, Mark says, and dance
for me. He sits on the stool and I hesitantly
walk, taking the two steps up onto the stage.
So you took me to a private room so I can dance
for you. I don't want anyone else watching you.
You're all mine for the night. You're a selfish
man, I see. I'd rather be selfish, especially
when this might just be my first and only time
with you. I smile. What do you want me to do?
Anything you want to do. I get on the floor,
lying on my back. I put my feet up, pretending
to be cycling. But then he stands and comes over
to me. I take a deep breath because he's standing
above me and I feel so vulnerable. Mark offers
his hand and I take it, letting him pull me upright.
He hugs me again, his arms wrapping around my
waist. He pulls me in closer and whispers in
my ear with pure seduction. What do you want
to do? Dance. Liar. He loosens his grip and runs
his palms from my stomach, over my breasts, up
my neck, to my cheek. What do you want to do,
Miss Trent? Nothing. Do you know what I want?
I shake my head. I want to feel you. Aren't you
feeling me? Not in that way. I said I can't do...
But he puts his finger over my lips, silencing
me. I'm not planning on destroying our relationship
over some sex. Because I'm a sex addict doesn't
mean the only thing I do is plowing, Miss Trent.
Then enlighten me. I want to feel you with my
fingers. Is that a limit? I stare at him through
my mask. He can't read my expression, but I can
read his. He's desperate at this point. But what
is all of this when I don't live life on the
edge sometimes? Besides, we're not going to fuck.
It's just a little entertainment. It's good to
have another foreign object. Besides my vibrator
and my own hands inside me. I shake my head and
he smiles sheepishly. Mark turns me around and
brushes his finger at my neck before pulling
on the zipper. The jumpsuit falls away at my
waist. I'm wearing a black lace bra and my nipples
can clearly be seen through it. I cup them, but
he pulls my arms down from behind. You're so
beautiful. I don't know what you're hiding. I
peel the long -sleeved leather from my arms and
let it gather at my waist. Mark kisses the back
of my shoulder and trails his lips down my spine.
Leave the bra. Fine. I don't want to face you
when you're doing it. Then your back shall be
against me. I nod. He peels my jumpsuit down
further, letting it pool at my ankles, revealing
my laced panties. It's a thong, and my butt cheeks
are exposed. Mark smacks me on my ass, the sound
echoing across the room. I gasp, his touch jolting
through me. He kneads and squeezes me, tilting
me forward. A breath catches in my throat as
I feel his hands move over my slit, slow, soothing,
knowing exactly where to go. I spread my legs,
giving him the okay. giving him permission to
do whatever the fuck he plans to do. He brings
me closer to him, my back pressed into his chest.
Then his breath grazes my ear. You're so responsive
to me. Are you really this worked up? Do I turn
you on? I shake my head, but he laughs. You're
such a bad liar, and I love it. Mark's finger
traces a circle over my clit, and I stiffen against
him. His breaths are slow, but loud, sharp, and
such a fucking turn on. He loops his free arm
around my waist, over my stomach, and presses
a finger inside me. Do you like that? I nod,
breathless. God, you're incredible. I wish I
could have more. I wish I could be inside you.
He's two fingers in now, and I can definitely
feel him curling inside me. Then emptiness Fuck,
but I hear it He sucks on his finger loud and
greedy Mmm, you taste so fucking good He pushes
back inside me and I welcome the warmth of his
fingers. I let out a soft moan again and his
hand covers my mouth Shh I want you to take this
like a big girl. Can you do that? I nod beneath
his hands Open for me. I relax, spreading my
legs further. Three fingers turn into four. Mark's
movements grow more insistent, pushing me to
the edge of reason. I gyrate against him, and
just when I think he has me covered, he releases
my mouth when I let out a loud moan. Mark chuckles,
twisting his fingers inside me. I'm falling apart,
bit by bit. I am so close. My God, what is this?
Don't let up. I can feel you. My body trembles
beneath him as the wave finally hits me. I reach
for his hand, his free hand, but he doesn't allow
it. He grips my hips tighter, pulling me against
him, deepening his thrusts from the back. If
anyone were to walk in on us now, They would
think he's trying to retrieve a grapefruit from
my fucking vagina. My pussy is screaming with
ecstasy. Fuck! I exhale, letting everything go,
surrendering fully against him. Shit. I'm a mess.
Are you always this wet? I face him, eyeing the
wetness at his crotch. The soil I just made with
my juices. I don't answer him. This is so fucking
sexy. You've drenched me with your cum. I'm never
washing these pants. You're sick. That's why
I need you. That's why you're supposed to help
me. Mark unzips his pants and grabs my hand,
shoving it against his erection. This is what
you're supposed to fix. You can't be fixed, I
say. He laughs, but he doesn't know I'm serious.
Mmm. He might just be getting worse, and I'm
enabling him. Watch me. I shake my head. Give
me a handjob. I smile. I won't give you the satisfaction.
Then I'll do it myself. Stand there. Mark points
across the room. I should go. Leave now before
this get out of hand, but I'm still curious.
I want him to jerk off of me. I want him to think
of only me. I move to where he points. Take it
off. I release my bra. Those two. He commands,
pointing at my laced panties. I shake my head.
You'll have to take me as I am. Fine then. Mark
drops his pants and whips out his cock through
his briefs. He has size. Above average and goddamn.
It looks good. Swollen. Red. Thick. He begins
stroking his eyes fixed on me on my breasts.
I'm his addiction his fix Everything we've worked
to solve is unraveling in one session like this
Mark thrusts his hips mid -air his penis stiff
pointing dead at me He squeezes his tip rubbing
his thumb over the opening Now he's moving faster
with intent I'm gonna fuck Mark's length jerks
forward. Thick white cum spurts from his cock
onto the carpet. His resolve weakens. He tucks
himself back in his briefs and pulls up his pussy
soaked pants. I stare at his seat on the floor.
It's so much that it seems unnatural. Mark joins
me as I step back into my jumpsuit. Let me help
you with that. He zips me up and I face him.
There's no hiding what we've done. There's no
hiding the evidence. On his clothes. On the floor.
You really are that good, aren't you? I don't
answer him. I simply take a step back. Away from
him. I have to go. Wait, just like that? Aren't
we gonna at least talk? Mark, I have to go. He
exhales. Fine. Then, I guess I'll see you next
week, Miss Trent. I nod, opening the door and
stepping into the hallway. But what he doesn't
know is that I've already arranged for him to
see someone else. His sessions have been officially
transferred, and he will never see me again.
Because this was never meant to be long -term.
This was only for my pleasure, for my well -being.
I took what I needed. I gave him what he wanted.
And now, we both walk away with our sins. Hey
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