I don’t really understand what just happened. Why did Ellie freak out like that at the club? How’s that place any different from what we watched back at the yacht? There were people having sex right in front of us and she was turned on and totally game for anything. Maybe she’s not the girl that I thought she was after all. And yet, for some reason, I can’t seem to get her out of my head. Fuck me.

I mean, I didn’t really expect her to join in with everyone. I know that it was her first time. But I thought that we would at least watch some of the show and then retreat to one of the private rooms for our own good time. Still, it serves me right, I guess, for just assuming things about this almost stranger I’ve only just met. The one thing I should’ve known for sure is that she’s not like all those other girls. She’s different. Maybe that’s why I'm so attracted to her. She isn’t eager to please me or make me laugh. She has her own opinions about things and she isn't afraid to share them. Oh, how easy it would be to just go for all those normal bimbos that are usually my type. They’re so much less…complicated.

After watching her drive away in the cab, I turn around and head back inside the club. If she doesn’t want to join me, that’s her problem. The place is swarming with hot horny girls who would do anything to be with me. I order an Old Fashioned at the bar and swirl around on my bar stool to examine the prospects.

Club Aura is definitely not your run of the mill social club. Not only is it incredibly expensive, it’s also very exclusive and the owners are very good at letting in just the right type of people to make this place pop. I scan the room for a possible conquest. There’s a six foot blonde in the corner that flutters her eyelashes at me. She has large breasts, which are spilling out of her corset and they are definitely a sight for tired eyes. When I give her a slight nod, that’s all the invitation she needs.

Much to my surprise, however, she doesn’t come over alone. She walks over with a brunette, who is an inch or two taller than she is with legs so long they go up all the way to my chest.

“Well, hello, darlings,” I say, flashing them my famous crooked smile that makes the ladies swoon.

“Hey, stranger,” the brunette says. They introduce themselves and I repeat the names in my head so that I don't forget. But I know tomorrow they will be nothing but a blur and the only way I’ll differentiate between the two is by their hair color.

“We were just wondering if you would like to join us in a private room?” The blonde smiles at me, running her manicured fingers over my forearm. My dick reacts almost immediately.

“Yes, of course.”

A private room in the club is not really all that private, but that’s part of the fun. The doors always stay open, and each room has a large California King bed to fit three, four, or six people depending on your desires. There are also couches and love seats nearby, if you really want to make it a party.

The one the hostess shows us to has a large glass window, giving us a clear view of the seven person orgy going on on the other side. The people make a chain, linking their asses and their lips. The sight makes me hard and also makes my heart ache a little. Why couldn’t I be here with Ellie instead? Why did she have to be so against this? The fact that there’s a woman out there who I can’t have makes me cringe.

The brunette turns to the blonde and pulls her onto the bed. She immediately goes for her luscious breasts, pulling one after the other out of her corset. While she kisses her nipples, the blonde reaches out to me and pulls me over by grabbing my pants.

“Don’t be shy,” she whispers and starts to unzip my fly. I close my eyes and try to lose myself in the moment. Normally, it’s that easy. I have two hot girls who are going to do crazy sexy things in front of me and with me. But, in this moment, I suddenly feel different. My mind is going a million different directions, and I can’t focus myself no matter what I do. I open my eyes and watch as the girl unbuttons my shirt and runs her fingernails down my six pack.

“You like this, baby?” she whispers, licking her lips and getting down on her knees. My cock is hard and ready to go, but my mind isn’t. All I can see is Ellie. All I can think about is how much I wish she were Ellie instead. Suddenly, my erection starts to disappear. Before I go entirely limp, I pull away.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, c’mon, I’ll get you back up,” she says, grabbing at me. I shake my head no and push her hands off me.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this now,” I say. I am as surprised by the words that just came out of my mouth as the girls are. Their eyes widen in disbelief. They crowd around me and try to convince me to stay. But I pull away and walk out.

All I want is Ellie right now. I want to touch her, kiss her, and wrap my arms around her. Waiting for my car at the valet, I think about the chump that I’ve become. I’m actually one of those guys who would turn down a threesome with two ridiculously hot chicks in exchange for some other girl who doesn’t seem to want anything to do with me. Fuck me! Who the hell am I becoming?

When my car arrives and I give the valet a rather generous tip, I dial Ellie’s number on my cell phone. The call goes straight to voicemail. I debate whether I should leave one and eventually do. I know she has her phone on her and is just not picking up. This makes me angry so I call again and leave another message. When she doesn’t pick up again, I see red. I want to scream at her. Why won't she accept my apology? How can she not understand that it was just a mistake? I’m sorry, okay? I want to scream into the phone. But I don’t. I leave another apology. It’s more urgent than the others, but I don't dare let her see my anger. That won't do me any good. Besides, I’m not angry at her. The person I’m really angry with is myself. I took a nice girl, who I really like, for granted. I pushed her boundaries. That club isn’t for everyone. Why the hell would I think it would be okay to take her there?

Riding the elevator up to my penthouse, I feel like such a fool. A confused fool. I mean, why the hell is Ellie so special? Why am I so drawn to her? To be completely honest, she’s got pretty average looks. And a normal body. Not too thin, not too voluptuous, nothing too special. They will definitely not put her on the cover of Vogue anytime soon. There are about a million girls who are way hotter and more sexually adventurous in the tri-state area than she is. I don't really know anything about what she’s really like. What kind of music does she like? What kind of movies? Do we even have anything in common at all? And yet…I can’t stop thinking about her.