Chapter 5: Patrick
My stomach fluttered as I pulled into the parking lot of Vertigo. It was my first night trying out the underground sex club, and my nerves were off the charts. The club had come highly recommended from a longtime friend of mine, and I trusted his judgement.
I had tried so many things to get myself off. BDSM, roleplay, group sex. Every girl I brought home was different, but none of them gave me what I needed. Hell, I didn’t know what it was I needed. But it was something more than spicing up sex with random girls.
I wanted someone to get me off without me knowing who they were. It could be my barista, someone I work with, maybe even a grandma. The only criterion was that she had to be a girl. Vertigo matched partners with a coded system on the outside of the door, so no one with a different preference would stumble in.
There was a bouncer standing at the side door of the club, smoking a cigarette. I did my best to appear as though I belonged and walked up to him.
“It’s a bit chilly, yeah?” I said, sliding two hundred-dollar bills into his hand.
The entrance fee was a hundred dollars, but I wasn’t going to risk pissing him off. My muscles clenched when he didn’t open the door. That was what my buddy had told me to say when I got here; there was no reason for him to not let me in.
The bouncer was scrutinizing me. Maybe he thought I looked like a cop. I had showered after work, and then put on a casual button-up. If there was a next time, I’d make sure to wear a t-shirt. He must have decided I was fine, because he opened the door and gestured for me to go in.
I nodded at him and walked inside. As the door shut behind me I let out an exhale of relief. The first time getting in must be the hardest. Next time I’m sure I won’t be that on edge.
I grabbed the doorknob and a tingling sensation shot through my hand. Would Vertigo finally satisfy what I had been looking for? I shut the door behind me and surveyed my surroundings. Obviously, there was a closet. In the center, a hole had been cut and sanded, the perfect size for my dick to fit through without seeing anything on the other side. An upscale glory hole.
There was also a sofa and sink, presumably for the person on the other side. Everything appeared hygienic, but I was a bit of a germaphobe. I rummaged under the sink and found bleach wipes and used them to clean all intimate parts of the closet.
All there was to do now was wait. Fortunately, the closet was large, and the club had placed a bench inside. Wait times for this may be a bitch. I made myself comfortable and pulled out my phone.
Thirty minutes later, the door opened, and my heart began to race. I heard the person on the other side sit on the sofa. She was probably setting her things down before she sucked my dick.
I began to get antsy after three minutes. It was possible that she was waiting for me—I hadn’t done much research into glory hole etiquette. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. Taking a sharp breath in, I slid it through the hole.
“What the fuck!” From the tone of her voice, it definitely wasn’t a good what the fuck.
“Is it that bad?” I didn’t think the person on the other side would dislike it. My dick was definitely above average, in both length and girth.
“Why is your dick sticking through a hole in the closet?”
I paused. “You’re joking, right? Or do you get off roleplaying not knowing. Because that’s fine.”
“First some guy asks me if I’m into illegal kinks, and now this. What the fuck is going on?” She seemed to be talking to herself rather than me.
I withdrew myself from the gloryhole. “You do know where you are, right?”
“A club that I really regret going to.”
She didn’t know she was in an underground sex club. I wasn’t even sure how that was possible, given that both entrances were guarded. I supposed the best way to tell her would just be directly.
“Well, sweetheart, it’s not just a club.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” I started, “It also offers things of the sexual variety.”
“Oh my god. I am in a sex club. I’m going to be arrested and fired from my job.” She continued to fret and talk to herself.
I couldn’t help but laugh at her. Most people would be worried about getting raped—which was completely illogical—but this girl was worried about losing her job. She didn’t even seem like the type to be on the ground floor of Vertigo.
“Why do you think this is funny?” she shrieked at me.
“I think you’re funny. And calm down, I’m not about to tattle on you. I would have to jump out of this closet, and I don’t want my face being seen.”
“I guess that’s true,” she mumbled.
“So. You don’t seem like the type that would be in the club, and yet somehow you ended up downstairs.”
“How I got here is a completely different story.”
“I have time,” I snickered. I wasn’t sure why I asked. If she wasn’t going to suck my dick, I wanted her out of this room so the next girl would. But her situation was a bit intriguing.
“Why are you here?”
Instead of calling her out for pivoting our conversation, I decided to answer her. “I’m into freaky shit like this.”
There was a pause before she answered me. “That was honest.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t run from the room after I said it.”
“Me too. And what do you mean, freaky shit? That’s pretty broad.”
I snorted. “You were just freaking out about being here, and now you want to know what freaky shit I’m into.”
“Well, I just…” She couldn’t finish her sentence.
It was pretty hot that she wanted to know. A few minutes ago, she had been freaking out about being in a sex club and now she was curious about what turns me on. The girl would never know my face, and it wasn’t like I was going to see her again. I decided to entertain her question.
“Okay. Vanilla sex doesn’t cut it for me. I’m always trying to find something that will make it better, more exciting. I’ve tried every sex toy known to man. It feels good, but I’m chasing a high I haven’t found yet.”
“Maybe it doesn’t exist.”
Ouch. The truth of her words stung. “Maybe. It doesn’t mean I’ll stop searching, though.”
“Well, you’re dedicated. I’ll give that to you.”
“I told you, so now you tell me why you’re here.”
She better tell me—fair is fair. Although I still had no idea why I was so curious.
“Well,” she sighed, “I got dumped for not being adventurous. “
“He seriously said that to you? Or she. I don’t want to assume.”
“He did. When I told my friend, she insisted that we come here. But now that I’m here, all that I want to do is leave.” I heard a noise that sounded like her dropping her face in her hands. “I should just accept that I’m a boring person.”
I felt bad for her. She was trying to better herself, and her night had ended up like this. “Well, I don’t think that you should. But maybe don’t try a sex club for your first endeavor, eh?”
She burst out laughing, and it reminded me of chimes in a summer breeze. It was in stark contrast to her voice, which was cold and calculated.
“Oh,” she said.
“What?” I responded.
“I don’t laugh very often.”
“You’re lying.”
“I swear. It’s probably part of the boring, uptight personality that I have.”
It was my turn to laugh. “You may think you’re uptight and boring, but I see plenty of potential in you. Or hear, rather.”
“Thank you.” I could hear the sincerity in her voice.
“I mean it.” Even if I didn’t get my dick sucked, the night wasn’t a total flop. I was really enjoying my conversation with this mystery girl.
“I’ll leave in a minute. I’m just trying to get my thoughts together,” she said. “Sorry for interrupting your night of freaky shit.”
I laughed at her teasing. She may have been told she was boring, but from our brief conversation, I could tell she was an interesting person.
“Your words, not mine,” she stated.
“For an uptight person, you’re kind of funny.”
She didn’t respond to me. Had I said something wrong? I tried to hide the distress in my voice when I responded to her. “Nothing to say?”
“No one has said I’m funny before.”
“Maybe because you don’t show them your actual personality.”
“Perhaps. I suppose I should leave now.” I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it, but I swear I heard a hint of sadness in her voice.
“Alright. Good luck on trying new, adventurous things,” I paused. “I believe in you.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.” It was a good thing she couldn’t see me, because I was smiling like an idiot in the closet. I had come here with the intention of having my dick sucked, which hopefully would still happen, but this conversation had been the highlight of my week. I waited for the noise of the door opening so I’d know she left. But the noise never came.
“What if I want to try something new right now?” The girl’s voice quavered.
I looked down and saw slim finger circling the opening of the glory hole. Although it was a small action, there was something extremely erotic about it. The small circular motions were a silent signal, asking me to come towards her.
To say this turn of events was unexpected would be a severe understatement. This girl had just been panicking she was in a sex club, and now she was asking to suck my dick through a glory hole. I wanted her to be adventurous, but I didn’t want this to be something she would end up regretting.
“Are you sure?” I tried to sound impartial, but my voice had gone husky from arousal.
“Yes.”
That was all the confirmation I needed. I eased my shaft out of the entrance towards her awaiting mouth.
“Oh,” the girl whispered.
“Do you want to change your mind?” I asked.
“N-no.”
The hesitation in her voice almost made me withdraw, but then she wrapped her hand around my dick. As soon as her fingertips brushed the surface, I was at her mercy. She moved slow and cautious at first, but her pattern had a constant form to it. Her precise motions reminded me of her personality.
I must be leaking like crazy right now—I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on. She was driving me insane with how slowly she was moving her hand up and down my cock. It was the best insanity I have ever felt.
The mystery girl began to increase the speed of her strokes, and I thrusted against her hand, trying to match her pace. With a squeeze, she made it quite clear she wanted me to stop moving. She wanted to be the one in control.
The patterns changed into a corkscrew motion, shocking every nerve ending I had with ecstasy. I heard a small moan escape her lips. “Are you touching yourself?” I asked.
“Shut up.” The way she said it, she was clearly embarrassed.
“God damn,” I muttered. My dick throbbed at the idea of getting to watch her touch herself as she sucked my dick. Unfortunately, that would kill the excitement of not knowing who my partner was.
Her tongue ran from the base of my cock to the sensitive head. The wet flesh flicked the underside of it, teasing me. I groaned and shifted my forearms against the closet door. My feet wouldn’t be enough to hold me up with the amount of euphoria I was feeling.
I gasped as she took my shaft in her mouth. Her hand twisted around what her mouth could not hold, making sure every inch of me was being pleasured. Her style was slow, sensual, and so damn hot. I lost myself in thoughts of her as she picked up the tempo, sending me to places I didn’t know I could go.
My muscles began to tense as I drew near my climax. The mystery girl must have sensed it and returned to her slow strokes.
“Don’t stop.” I let out a moan while clenching my fist in frustration.
“Not yet,” she commanded.
Holy fuck. She was edging me. The same girl who was panicking about being in a sex club was now holding my release hostage. It both irritated and turned me on.
She continued to run her hand up and down my length, lapping at the head of my cock. My eyes closed, and I let myself get lost in her. Somehow, she knew what needed to be touched, the right way to do it, and the exact speed. She was absolutely perfect.
I was making noises that I didn’t even know I was capable of. My body had submitted to this woman. The ecstasy of release began to build up once more, and she removed herself from my cock.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” I lightly tapped my head against the closet, trying not to go insane.
“At least you’ll die happy.”
She wasn’t wrong. I let out a moan as she resumed the twirling motions on my dick that would keep me on the edge, but not send me all the way to release.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “I’m not one to beg, but if I don’t come I will die.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, that’s fucking so.”
The girl took me back into her mouth, and I melted in pleasure. Every inch she touched was on fire, and I never wanted her to stop. I heard muffled whimpers coming from her mouth—she must have found her release.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come, too.” The sentence came out as an uncontrolled growl. It was completely unlike me to be so primal.
The moment after I said it, my release hit me hard. The cumulation of teaser climaxes had intensified the actual orgasm, and I had to lean against the door to stay standing. A hot flood of come was pouring from my dick into the back of her throat. I didn’t hear her make any noise that indicated she spat out my come. If I thought about how she was able to swallow all of that, I was going to get hard again.
“That was the best blow job I’ve ever had,” I said, breaking our silence.
She laughed. “You’re just saying that.”
“I’m really not. And I thought you didn’t laugh often.”
“For you, I suppose I do.”
I had finally found my high. This girl had me completely captivated the moment she wrapped her hand around me. Probably even before that. I had been grinning like an idiot while I was talking to her. I wanted to see her again. I had to see her again. If she got down here tonight accidentally, I wasn’t sure how I would get her to return.
“So,” I hesitated, “are you going to come back?” I didn’t want to push her. If I was too forward I would scare her off.
“I don’t know,” she murmured.
“I hope you do.”
“What do I call you?”
I couldn’t tell her to call me Patrick. The chances of us knowing each other were extremely slim; the Bay Area had a population of about seven million people. But I still wanted to be careful.
“Major.”
“Major,” she echoed. “I like it.”
“And you, miss?”
“Daisy.”
“Miss Daisy. I sincerely hope we meet again.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be here the same time, in the same room,” I added.
And with that, she left.