Baby Makes Three

She eyed me appraisingly.

“Yes.”

“Good,” I said. “When you’re in here, nothing else matters. You can be anybody you want, and you can do anything you want. Nobody will judge you. Tonight is all about listening to your body and learning your own desires. You shouldn’t do anything you don’t want.”

She took a deep breath, then nodded.

“Ok,” she said, then she reached out and pushes the elevator button herself.

Good girl.

The Rose Club’s third floor was one of the most exclusive destinations in New York City. So exclusive, that only the intimate list of members even know that it existed. But Daisy didn’t know any of that when the elevator doors shut and I swiped my gold card to access the third floor.

I tucked my arm back around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

“Don’t be shy,” I whispered, just as the elevator ‘dings’ at the third floor. The doors slid open, and we stepped out.

Daisy immediately fell into my arms as her eyes went wide, and I couldn’t blame her. The third floor would intimidate anyone on their first visit. The space sprawled out like a lounge, dripping in sensual blue light. There was a W-shaped stage centered in the room where women dance slowly around poles as a light mist rains down from the ceiling, blanketing their nude bodies in thousands of little dots of water that sparkle like diamonds in the blue spotlights.

There were long, winding tufted bronze sofas curving around the stage, and many of these were occupied by fellow Gold Card members. I scanned over tonight’s crowd, and tried to imagine how it looked through Daisy’s eyes. One guy was reclined on one bench between two hot blondes, and he was taking turns kissing both of them.

I turned and saw a woman dressed in leather lead her date into the room on a leash. He was stripped naked besides the bedazzled chastity cage around his waist.

On another sofa, there was a man watching, aroused, as his girlfriend straddled a bronzed bodybuilder.

I glanced at Daisy, wondering if I’d made a mistake. If this was too much. But when I saw her face, she doesn’t look disgusted or terrified. She looked fascinated; curious.

“Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private?” I suggested. “Unless… you enjoy watching?”

She shook her head. “Somewhere private.”

I traced my hand down the curve of her hip, lingering over her deliciously round ass, then I took her hand and led her towards the private cabanas that border the room.

I guided her onto the edge of the bed, then I turned to draw the curtains of the cabana shut, removing us from the rest of the club and creating our own private little bubble.

I turned back to the bed, but I didn’t step towards her. I wouldn’t until she asked me to.

“Come here,” she said on cue. She was learning quickly.

I immediately compiled, taking a step towards the bed, but I did not touch her yet.

“I need to tell you something

,” she said, looking up at me. I saw the hint of hesitation in her face, and I got down on my knees so I could look her straight in the eyes.

Even in the blue light of the room, I could see that she was blushing furiously, but I was not going to let her make excuses now.

“Tell me,” I said. “Don’t be shy.”

“I’ve never had an orgasm before.”

I waited, wondering if there was more that she wanted to reveal, but she remained quiet.

“Do you want to change that?” I asked finally. She took a deep breath, and then she nodded slowly.

“Daisy, are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes,” she said, and that time I could tell she wanted it because she was gnawing desperately at her bottom lip. She needed me to touch her. And I needed to taste her. Our lesson could wait. After all, how could Daisy learn how to play the game, if she didn’t even know what prize she was playing for?