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Chapter Seven
Henley
H oly shit.
Reading the word over and over again, I think the last few cells in my brain are glitching out.
Virgin .
She has zero sexual experience but is willing to try just about anything once. How would she know if she is a sexual fiend if she has never even had sex before?
Sliding the stapled packet away from me, I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. The glass tumbler is cold in my hands as I grab it and tip the rest of the amber liquid into my mouth. If I hadn’t been drinking for the last hour while perusing her application, I may have been able to savor the grounding burn. Instead, I’m stuck closing my eyes and seeing the word imprinted behind my eyes.
Virgin.
What are the odds?
Why would they give this to me in the first place? My tastes aren’t weird or extreme, but there’s a level of commitment that is needed to make this work. Fuck, she read it, filled it out, then sent it to the club via a personal carrier. Of course, she fucking knows what she is doing. I hate to even think about it, but what if something is wrong with her? She is twenty-three years old for fuck’s sake, how do you go that long without getting laid?
Standing, I stalk out of my office and down the stairs. Fresh air sounds good right about now, and I’m chomping to get the fuck out of the clubhouse for a while.
“Hey, VP-nevermind,” a prospect starts then dismisses himself. My face must be telling everyone to fuck right off. Honestly, that’s how I feel, so I can’t be bothered to say otherwise. Cracking my knuckles, I dig my keys from my pocket, bend down, and turn on my beauty. She purrs to life with a distinct rumble, the overwhelming pressure in my chest slowly deflating as I straddle her, slip on my mask, and go for a ride.
It’s late, right after eight at night, but the towns are booming with young people. I pass the club that has a line out the door with people too drunk to care that it's a member only. Chuckling, I continue to watch two people start arguing. From the age difference, it might be a father-daughter, though I don’t catch much before I’m out of sight.
Finally free of the normal streets and the partygoers, I crank down on the throttle and let my muse take me. She doesn’t bog harshly like she did when I first got her, instead the transition is smooth as we pick up speed. The brisk wind slapping my mask sinks into the soft fibers, warmth slowly starting to dissipate the longer I go.
Right now, something is bothering me about that stupid application, and I can’t fucking figure it out. Why would a virgin apply for a sex club? A prank seems far too out of standard since the paperwork is pretty lengthy, not to mention the application processing fees. Not only that but it was hand-delivered. The logic for it to be a prank seems too far out, so, I’m going to rule out that option. Maybe she has some sort of health or body issue and feels safer coming to the club than going to some stranger. Something inside of me knows that just isn’t it. Those are the only two options my brain is able to procure. It doesn’t make any sense, but I suppose that can be the point. A reason will make it feel less spontaneous, less thrilling.
The roads go from asphalt to dirt, and I fishtail slightly from the speed as I ride the transition.
The cogs in my head turn just as quickly as they did before, only this time they aren’t concerned about either of the clubs. It’s about a little twenty-three-year-old virgin who doesn’t want to reveal her name. She wants to go by “Bunny”. With a scoff, I try to figure out what that damn name could mean.
Like an automatic GPS, I manage to take myself to the canyon. It’s a giant dropoff into nothingness, and it’s a thrill to just sit on the edge and think.
Shutting off the bike, I hike my leg over and stalk to my usual spot. Legs dangling off the edge of the cliff, my movement causing some of the loose gravel to fly down to the abyss.
Why the fuck am I considering even accepting this contract? She is twenty-three, and I’m thirty-five. Bunny and I have a twelve-year age difference, yet the thought of taking her tight, bloody cunt has my cock hardening in my jeans. Another fucking question I can’t wrap my head around is, why? For some younger men, they don’t want to risk taking a woman’s virginity due to the usual clinginess. It’s not unusual, but they don’t want to deal with it, so they don’t. For others, they have preferences that far exceed the ability that a virgin would perform at.
In my case, I don’t really care either way. The club doesn’t discriminate, and honestly, I wouldn’t mind teaching her how to fuck me. Some women are stuck in their ways, they don’t know how to be told that you want something different when another guy likes what she did. My cock sings in my jeans, and I can’t help palming myself. Fuck, I haven’t even met the girl yet I’m reeling like a teenager.
Scooting away from the edge a bit, I undo my belt and pop the button. There is only a slight relief to the pressure against my dick but when I shimmy them down enough to pull myself out, I know I’m not going to last long. Leaning back on my other arm, I wrap my hand around myself and squeeze.
Pre-cum beads through the slit, and my thumb gingerly swipes over it as I spread it over my cock. Releasing myself, I spit into my hand and smear it down my thick length.
“Shiiiit,” I groan, my gruff voice stretching the word as I pump my shaft. Loosening my hold, I spit again for extra slickness. Dragging my large hand along my cock, I think about what this twenty-three-year-old woman would look like. She strikes me as the innocent but heady type, one that could talk her way out of just about anything. Bunny wouldn’t be as innocent as she claims, with pouty lips that would look dirty as sin wrapped around my cock. My hand would grip strawberry blonde hair while forcing her to choke on me. Deep virtuously hazel eyes would stare into my black soul as she sucks the life right from the slit. Using my muscles, I balance backward, yank my shirt up, and shove my cut out of the way.
My balls draw tight, spine-tingling and with a guttural groan, I empty myself on my bare abdomen. Ropes of cum shoot out in fervor, my body quaking with the sight behind my closed eyes. The little minx may be a virgin, but she will be my dirty sinner, drenched in sin.