Chapter 9
Donna was relaxing on the massage table, concentrating on the strong hands that were rubbing against her skin. It had been a long day that she had spent, out shopping and running around with Vanessa. She had even stopped in at her house, but no one except Paulette was home. The young maid had looked especially happy and rosy, and Donna had told her so. The girl had just giggled, embarrassed at her mistress's words, and had run off to attend to her chores. Then she returned to the Club, looked in on the pool area where she and Vanessa had spent last evening, and made an appointment with Gertrude for a massage.
She was weary now, trying to keep the thoughts of her problems but of her head. But she knew she would have to think about them eventually. What was she going to do? Would she go back to Charles and the rest of the family? Or should she stay out oh her own, living with Vanessa and continuing to experiment with her sexuality as she had the previous evening? They were questions with no easy answers.
But Donna put them out of her mind for now as the masseuse's fingers probed her skin. Gertrude was a powerful woman, and she used her strength to direct the relaxing power of her hands to Donna's muscles. The older woman could feel the stress and strains that had her pretty client tied up in knots. And she worked hard to help the younger woman to release the tensions.
The masseuse poked and prodded her skin, driving her hands over Donna's body. It felt so good, and Donna grunted and groaned with every relaxing stroke.
Then, the normally reticent Gertrude spoke. "Billy, he is a friend of mine. And he tell me what go on last night with you and that other woman." She sounded a bit hurt, as if she were sorry that she was not invited. But then she went on. "It's good, right?" Her voice was happier now, and she seemed to be joining in the other woman's pleasure.
Donna only nodded. She was on the verge of falling asleep, and even that pleasant association with what went on last night could not rouse her. She smiled peacefully to herself. So Gertrude knew. Well, she guessed it wouldn't remain a secret for long. If nothing else, Billy would be sure to tell the other male attendants. In a way, Donna hoped he would talk. After all, some of them might get some ideas-and they were all quite good-looking.
"That was like me," Gertrude continued, not really explaining herself too well. "In Europe, I mean. I work for a club, not like this Club here, but another one. A better one. Where men and women come. And make love. All kinds of good things go on there. It was fun to work there...."
So, Donna thought, those stories she had heard about the European sex clubs were true. Her ears perked up and she began to listen to the words that her masseuse spoke, all the while continuing to rub and caress her soft skin.
Gertrude told how she had come to work in the club as a young girl in Europe. It was a big luxurious building with lots of bedrooms and every kind of sexual device that could be imagined. Gertrude told how she had come to realize all of the things that went on there (she was only hired to clean up), how rich people would pay money and then come there, alone or in groups. The club management took care of everything else. Women were hired for the men customers, and male prostitutes were provided to serve the female clients. Nothing was forbidden. Everything was allowed. Any form of pleasure could be found there, every desire fulfilled, every practice, no matter how kinky, considered normal. There was food and drink, sex and love, whips, chains, costumes, and whatever else could be imagined or demanded.
Now, thought Donna, that is the kind of club I would join in a minute. A place to go to after a long hard day-a place to relax. With a club like that, she would have no need to ever go back home again. She looked up at Gertrude and smiled.
The older woman had continued rubbing Donna's smooth body while she spoke-massaging and kneading the skin of her legs, arms, buttocks. Donna found that the words and the sensations had turned her on. Her body was hot and getting hotter. Now she spread her legs slightly, an invitation to the masseuse to suck her pussy.
Gertrude took up the offering. She bent over and began to kiss the other woman's body. She kissed her tits wetly, then moved down over the girl's navel. Her tongue fluttered over the skin wherever her face landed on Donna's body. The woman was becoming more aroused now, and she writhed ecstatically on the massage table. Donna loved what she was feeling.
Gertrude ran her fingers up and down on the woman's body. She felt Donna's ribs, then moved her fingers back up to the luscious breasts. She played with. the nipples which sent shivers through the woman's body. Then she bent over and took the rigid flesh in her mouth. She sucked on the tits, pulling at them with her lips, her teeth, and licking them with her tongue. Gertrude had never touched Donna's body in this manner, and the younger woman was regretting that it had not happened sooner.
Now she moved her palms to the tits, then down under the mounds and along the lovely body that trembled under her touches. She reached the spot between the legs, and Gertrude wanted to shove a finger into Donna's cunt. But still she held back. She moved her fingers around the area, feeling the dew that had gathered on the woman's pubic hairs. She could see that Donna was very aroused.
Donna started to gasp, panting and sucking in large gulps of air. She liked the feeling that Gertrude was filling her with. The older woman moved her hands over Donna's thighs, then around her hips. Finally she ran her fingers up and down her body.
The younger woman was writhing and thrashing about now, whimpering for more. Gertrude kissed the woman on the stomach, then began to move her tongue lower on the girl's body. She reached the cunt and gave it a big kiss. Donna gasped with delight. Gertrude worked her tongue up and down in the opening to the hungry pussy, flicking her tongue over the soft pink lips and darting its tip past the folds, into the love channel.
Gertrude shoved her lips against the entrance to the pussy. She thrust her tongue against it. She licked the hole and Donna gasped with delight. Then she pressed her tongue hard against it. She worked heir tongue up and down on the hole and moved her tongue fully into it.
Donna's cunt seemed to tighten around the tongue. Her muscles pulled at the organ, surrounding it, seeming to suck back at it. Gertrude grabbed the woman by her buttocks and worked her tongue in even further. She dashed her tongue as far as it would go into Donna's pussy. She pressed her mouth against the cunt lips, and she spread her tongue wide, forcing the walls apart. Then she pulled her tongue out. Now she started moving her tongue in and out of the hole as fast as possible. She shoved her tongue all the way in, then pulled it out more slowly, only to begin the thrusting motion all over again. In the meantime, she used her fingers to knead and massage the woman's flesh. Donna could feel herself writhing and tossing her body, and the pleasure kept constantly growing within her. The feelings became more intense, and Donna began to lift her hips up every time the older woman thrust forward with her tongue. She knew she was going to come now any moment, and she bounced and jerked and arched her hips in that lovely, infinite, pleasurable rhythm. And then it was all over. She came in an intense explosion that rocked her body and sent spasms throughout her belly and made her body tremble.
Finally she quieted down, and when she looked up, Gertrude was gone. But the words she had spoken remained in Donna's head. A sex club, where every desire could be fulfilled, where every pleasure found. And she remembered one more thing that Gertrude had said. It was a secret club.
All the studs and prostitutes hired wore masks, as did the guests to hide their identities. The thought was thrilling to Donna. Totally guilt-free sex. She could hardly wait to tell Vanessa.