Breaking In His Virgin - Club Lush

Making me feel even dumber was how I’d met him. I had been warned time and again not to get involved with customers. It was always complicated and rarely ended well. I just couldn’t help myself.

He was so handsome and rich and very, very generous. I needed the money and he was more than happy to give it to me. I was too young and stupid to know what he wanted in return.

It didn’t take long. Only four or five trips in. A hundred dollar tip each time to butter me up a little more.

“You know,” he said, his beautiful eyes smoldering, “they’re looking for girls down at the club.”

“What club?” I asked, feeling like a stupid kid.

“Love Lush, silly.”

“Oh!” I gasped, my hand going to my mouth.

I’d heard about Club Lush. Everyone had. There was lot of media coverage about the controversy before it opened. I knew a bit about what went on there, at least in that it was supposed to be naughty, but I was woefully ignorant as to the full extent of it.

He swore it would just be me. I could join for free and even be paid if I became a pet. I could be either free use, going to whatever member asked for me, or private, only playing with one member.

What he didn’t tell me was that private pets could still be shared if the master allowed it. He put me on display where everyone could see everything and he let any guy touch me who wanted to.

“I want to fuck you,” he said one night, as he drove us to the club for more humiliation and pain.

“No,” I said firmly.

“Come on,” he whined, cupping his hand on my crotch.

“No!” I shouted, yanking his hand off me, almost making him lose control of the car.

“Why not?” he demanded.

“I want it to be with someone special,” I said, calming down once I saw that he was at least willing to listen to reason.

“I care about you, but not that way,” Mark admitted.

It went better than it might have. For a second, I thought he might kick me out of his car. Possibly while it was moving.

He clearly had no issues with hurting me when we were at the club, but I didn’t yet know if he was willing to harm me when it was just him and me. But luckily, he wasn’t and, what was more, it seemed that we understood each other.

“It’s over then?” he asked, as though to confirm.

“I think so,” I said.

Mark drove me back to my dorm building and gave me a kiss goodbye. I let him, even though I was glad we were done. His taillights disappeared into the dark and I didn’t think I’d ever hear from him again.

I wanted to try it, the kinky stuff. My curiosity was genuine, but it had to be with the right guy, and Mark was not that guy. He was far too violent for me. All pain and no pleasure, which wasn’t how it was supposed to work.

As he himself had said, he didn’t care about me that way. Not enough to think about my pleasure. Instead, he treated me like a toy he’d just bought and wanted to show off to all his friends. I didn’t think he meant to, really, but it was just how he was, and we were ill suited.

And I didn’t care about him in that way, either. It had just been something I was doing for money. I thought he had no personality except for being a jerk.

Now, my phone was ringing, and Mark’s name was flashing across the caller ID screen.

I knew I shouldn’t answer it. My vengeful side told me that if I did, I should tell him exactly where to go and what mode of transport he should take to get there.

I also knew I wouldn’t do that, though. I answered the phone, vowing to be civil, because, truth be told, I was pretty desperate for money.

“Hi, Mark.”

“Hey, sorry about this, but I’m calling for a friend.”

“Oh?” I asked, not expecting that at all.

“Yeah, his name is Joshua, he’s also at the club.”

“Oh, is he—”

“No, he never touched you.”

“Okay,” I said, feeling my shoulders relaxing.

This Joshua guy was already pretty high up in my estimation, having never taken advantage of the situation when Mark opened me up for an unwanted free for all.

“He wants to know if you would be interested in going into quarantine with him and being his live-in pet. You came at my recommendation.”

I wasn’t quite sure what to say. I felt both relieved that he didn’t want me to get back with him and intrigued by his friend’s proposal. I’d never really considered such a thing but it kind of made sense, in an odd way.

“Well, thanks for thinking of me and yes, I might be interested. Tell your friend he can call me.”