The Underground is a nightclub, situated in the exclusive area of the city, that caters to members only and their guests. The club is located in a high rise, the first floor is the lobby, main bar, strip club and main dancefloor with a live band. The next three floors have a mini bars, dancefloors with DJs playing an assortment of music. Floors five through eight is VIP suites ranging from single rooms to two rooms.

Laia looked out over the dancefloor, which is keeping a couple dozen people occupied. Thick, heavy beats mingled with cigarette smoke, choking the atmosphere as lights pulsed on exposed skin. Weaving through the maze of bodies, Laia to the bar sitting down and ordered a drink. She hadn’t been sitting for two minutes when a man appears next to her. She didn’t recognized him. Laia’s cell phone rings and she looks at the number on the caller ID; it’s the same area code as hers but she doesn’t recognize it. She flips open the phone and says hello in her sexy, soft voice that turns most men into an incoherent mass. ” Hi Laia.” I say confidently. ” Who is this?” She asks in an indignant and princess-like voice. ” It’s John, the guy you gave your number to yesterday at Cain’s.” I reply. Laia is surprised because she gave me her number on a dare from a friend of hers. Her friend works with her at Cain’s when I came through the drive thru in my Mercedes.

Laia and her friend thought they would play a little prank on an older guy by giving him her phone number and waiting to see if he called. If he did, Liz was going to play him with phone sex, get him all excited, and then say she’ll meet him only to stand him up. Her and her friends would have a good chuckle over the pathetic old loser but now, my voice sounds sexy and raw Laia finds herself getting turned on. The two day stubble on her pussy is starting to dampen. ” What can I do for you John?” She asks trying to keep her composure and remain the queen bitch she is.

” I just wanted to know if you are coming to the club that I’m part owner of tonight.” I say coolly as Liz’s mind races with thoughts about this guy not being such a pathetic old loser after all. ” Yes.” She replies as beads of perspiration form on her upper lip. ” Can I call three friends to join me here.” “Absolutely, as long as they’re all over 21 it’ll be fine. I will have guest passes at the door for you.” I replied, having Laia hooked and trying to reel her in. ” Of course John, I’m 21 and my three girlfriends who are about my age, if that’s alright.” ” Are they as pretty as you are?” I ask. ” Yes, and they’re as wild as I am too.” Laia counters, trying to run her game.

Dennis laughs and says ” Okay, your name will be at the door.” After Laia hangs up the phone she calls her three girlfriends to tell them what just happened. Melanie, Jenna and Reilly are all stoked to be invited to one of the hottest exclusive clubs in all of Dallas.
In the shower Laia shaves everything that needs it and takes her time soaping up her lean, sexy legs that have the most amazing definition. She moves up her body, soaping her flat little tummy and gently tugging at her belly button piercing which sends a little shock to her clit and perfect 36B tits with their dark aureoles and large nipples. She spends some time playing with her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples as water cascades over them. Laia turns the cold water tap up a bit so that the water stiffens them even more as her mind wanders to what it would be like to have my mouth or hands on them. She closes her eyes and moans as her nipple play sends signals to her clit, making it harden.

Laia’s mind swims as she imagines what it would be like to be fucked by me. The mental picture of me as a sexy older man turns her on as she plays with her clit until the wetness of her pussy allows her to slip her fingers in and out. She shoves three fingers into her waiting gash as her other hand keeps working her clit. Suddenly she has a body shaking orgasm that forces her to lean against the cool tile of the shower to steady her wobbly legs. The release leaves her relaxed but also curious if the reality will be as good as the fantasy. Laia has decided that tonight she will either fuck me, or give me the blowjob of my life.

Laia picks out the hottest outfit she has; a tight, strappy shirt dress that barely covers her ass, the kind she can’t wear a bra or panties with. She adds a pair of sexy black ‘come fuck me’ heels that would definitely qualify as stripper shoes and checks her look in the mirror to admire just how hot she is. To complete the look she oils up her legs until they glisten. Arriving at the club, Laia notices how upscale it looks, like Beverly Hills. The valet parks her car and refuses her tip saying that it’s been taken care of. The bouncers show Liz and her friends in. The place is wild, but most of the clientele is older, in their late 30’s and 40’s. Liz sees someone heading toward her and she realizes its John. ” Hi John.” She says, giving me a quick buss on the cheek.

” Hi Laia.” I reply, giving her a peck on the lips. She’s taken by surprise but she likes the boldness of my actions. Introductions are made and each of her friends gives me a quick, light kiss on the cheek. I tell them I have a VIP suite available for them. Laia and her friends are awestruck; a VIP suite, never in her wildest dreams did they think that she would get this kind of treatment. Laia casually holds my hand as they walk to the private room. I introduce Laia’s friends to my three friends then took Laia to the dance floor.

Laia’s black heels, those said ” look at me”. No, they begged ” fuck me”. Her black dress may as well have been painted on, black like the heels and a sharp contrast against her ivory thighs. She wasn’t one of those girls who spent a fortune to lie in some tanning salon and bake my way into a tan. Her skin is porcelain, and she likes it that way. Biting her lip, she gave me a wicked little smile. She is already wet, as we go on the dance floor, feeling her warm juices flow as I move next to her. She left the good girl back in the apartment. It is a cold night, that seems to flare the fire burning inside her. She knew that I could tell what she was there for. She was young fresh meat, served up to me.

The floor is a sea of gyrating bodies. Sweaty flesh barely clothed swaying and bouncing with the rhythm of the music. Lights flashing and streamed and hypnotized these sensual souls. The air is hot and sticky and sweet with wanton lust. She lets it consume her, pull her in and drown her. My hands slid onto her waist, I pull her closer, her body pressed against me. I’m whispering in her ear, low guttural promises that she couldn’t make out over the bass. It didn’t matter. The tone said it all. My hands move lower, down her thighs and then back up, sliding between her parting legs. She arches her back and lets her body lean against me.

I hold her up, on display for those in front of her. The music is like a heartbeat, faster it pulses as my greedy fingers move over her slick skin and brushes the bare folds of her pussy. She moans, rolling her head and her fingers reaches up to tangle in my hair. Her eyes open long enough to see me smiling, my fingers now pressed deep inside her. Her hips moves wantonly against my probing fingers. My fingers suddenly leave her cunt and she feels cold and empty. Then my warm slick fingers brush her lips and she sucks gently until every trace of her sweet sex is licked clean.

My hand in hers…pulling her…and she didn’t care where. The door to the private elevator opened she found us inside, the first stab of fear shuddered through her. Though as in most cases, by the time you realize you’re in over your head, it’s usually too late. I made her feel uncomfortable by the way I looked at her, she moved on the opposite side of the elevator. Feeling safe where she is, she is surprised when something pokes her in the back. To her surprise, I had inched over to her side of the elevator until she stood in front of me.