VIP Service (Audio Script)

Stories

Finally! We’ve been waiting in line for like twenty minutes. I shuffle around in my purse looking for my wallet. Shit, I didn’t leave it in the Uber, did I?

“Ah, sorry. Hold on a second. ”

Oh, there it is. I hand my ID to the bouncer and he stares down at it for way longer than necessary before waving me in. I wait for my boyfriend, Isaac, as he slides his wallet out of his back pocket and goes through the same process.

“Damn, that took long enough. I hope the drink line isn’t this bad. ”

“It’s probably because this place is so new. Everyone wants to try it out. ”

He takes my hand and leads the way inside. The room is thrumming with hundreds of bodies pressed up against one another dancing to the music. I can feel the bass deep in my chest and the floor vibrates beneath my feet. The dance floor is huge and surrounded by two cordoned-off VIP sections lit in low purple light. My senses are overwhelmed by all the sights and sounds, so much so that I jolt as a hand is laid on my shoulder.

“Hey! I thought I saw you waiting in line!”

“Lucien! Oh my god, what are you doing here?”

“My friend is the DJ. He got us a whole VIP booth over there! Hey, you two should join us. ”

I tug at my Isaac’s arm and nod for him to follow. Lucien leads us through the tight crowd and over to a long leather booth. Five or six other people are already seated there. I recognize Simon, Lucien’s friend. Or…maybe boyfriend? I can never tell with those two. There’s usually a woman who’s always with them, but I don’t see her tonight. Multiple bottles of champagne are strewn across the table and, judging by the label, they’re worth more than my rent.

“This is so sweet. Thank you, Lucien.”

“Oh, no problem. There’s no way we’ll get through all this champagne on our own. Please, help yourselves. ”

I pour us a couple of glasses and lean over to give Isaac a quick kiss.

“Lucky us, huh?”

He takes a sip of champagne before pressing his lips to my ear.

“You look really hot tonight.”

Heat flushes through me. I give him that alluring little grin he loves so much. He loves when I tease him. And I love getting him all riled up, especially in public. He presses his mouth up against mine and I slide my hand onto his thigh. We’re at a table with six other people, but it’s dark and loud in here and he’s giving me that look that means he wants to fuck me. He pushes his tongue against mine… and scrapes his teeth across my bottom lip. His fingertips tickle the hem of my dress at the front of my thighs; as if he’s dying to lift my dress up...

“Easy tiger. We’re not alone, you know.”

I squeeze his cock beneath the table.

God, I love teasing him. Lucien climbs into the booth beside us and pours himself a glass of champagne.

“I didn’t realize you two were so into the club scene here. We’ve probably been to a lot of the same events and never even knew it. ”

“Yeah, I used to work for a music magazine. There’s a great nightlife column in the Chronicle I follow religiously to find out all the new spots. ”

“Oh! Sophia’s column, right? Ugh, I love her! ”

Under the table, I place my hand on Isaac’s knee once again and slowly trail my fingers up his leg. I move higher and higher, forcing him to keep it cool while we talk with Lucien. I take a second to look at him; he’s listening to Lucien intently. His face doesn’t give anything away as my hand curls around his cock once again. I wonder how much he can stand...I knead it gently. I have to stop myself from biting my lip in satisfaction as I feel him getting hard. With a little more encouragement, I’m sure I can get it to stand to full attention. Not taking my eyes from Lucien, I continue rubbing him relentlessly. I love feeling him get hard underneath his jeans. And the fact that I’m doing it to him here, right underneath the table, is so fucking hot.

“Oh. Okay, okay, I’ll be right there! Simon wants me out on the dancefloor. Come join us after you’ve had a drink, okay?”

He slips out of the booth and disappears into the crowd.

“Oh, fuck…you’re such a tease. ”

I keep rubbing Isaac’s cock, careful not to move my arm too much.

“Mmm...who said anything about teasing? ”

He shifts in his chair and I can tell he’s getting even more excited. I take my hand to the zipper on his jeans and slowly drag it down...I slip my hand inside his boxers, around his now rock-hard cock. His hand grasps onto the edge of his chair. Fuck, this is turning me on.

“Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

“Maybe. You know I like trouble.”

“You have no idea how hard it was to keep a straight face while he was talking. ”

“Well, you’ll have to keep holding it together, because I’m not done with you… ”

He grins and kisses me, hard. His hands bury themselves in my hair as he pulls me towards him and kisses me passionately, the desire he’d been hiding starting to show. His hands move down to my breasts and he squeezes, rubbing his thumbs across my chest beneath the fabric of my dress.

“Hey, careful you don’t give the game away. Anyone could see what we’re up to…”

A devilish grin appears on his face.

“Give me your panties.”

“What, really?”

“Yes, really. Right now.”

He holds his hand out underneath the table. I bring my hands to my hips and slowly… cautiously… shuffle out of my underwear. I hand them over and he casually slips them into his pocket. Suddenly, he lifts me up out of my seat and swings me across his lap so that I’m straddling him.

“I want you right here, right now.”

Oh, fuck. I feel his cock pressing up against my bare pussy from behind his jeans. Touching him under the table was one thing, but fucking each other right here? This is a whole other level of exhibitionism I’ve never even dreamed of. His cock is rigid as he moves his hand, between us, positioning himself. I ease myself onto him.

“Oh...fuck.”

He fills me up and I try to cover our lap with my dress. I press my hands against his shoulders and bend down to kiss him. We’ll just look like we’re making out, hopefully. His hands curl around my ass beneath the table and he starts to buck his hips with as little movement as possible. Oh my god, I can’t believe we’re doing this…can anyone tell? I look over at the people in the booth beside us, but they’re all yelling over the music to hear one another.

“Fuck, fuck. Oh, god...”

I’m trying to stay quiet, but it’s so hard. His cock feels so good inside me as I grind against him to the beat of the music. He kisses me hard, shoving his tongue between my lips and moaning softly into my mouth. He pulls away and his lips trail up to my ear, and he whispers...

“You like that, huh? You like being fucked in front of all these people? ”

“Yeah, yeah, that feels so good…”

I grind my clit up against his cock, leaning forward to get as much pressure on it as I can. We would instantly get kicked out if anyone were to see…it’s so wrong. And it feels so fucking good. I bounce up against him slightly, rolling my hips against him over and over...

Suddenly, he pulls away from our kiss.

“There’s my drink! Left it over here. ”

I’m dazed with pleasure as I glance over my shoulder. Lucien is standing right beside us, reaching for a drink he left on the table.

“Oh, yeah…”

I grin up at him in what I hope is a casual smile and wave at him as he slips back into the crowd, leaving us alone once again. As soon as he’s gone, I rock my hips against Isaac, hard.

“Make me passion, baby, right here, right now, I need it...”

He meets my hips with thrusts of his own. We probably look really obvious right now, but I don’t care anymore. I have to fucking passion as soon as possible.

“You gonna passion for me?”

““Yeah, I’m going to passion. I’m going to passion, baby.... ”

“Yeah? passion for me. You’re so fucking dirty. passion for me right now, in front of everyone. ”

“Fuck, fuck. Oh, god!”

I slowly climb off of you, trying to be careful not to let my dress ride up. He tucks his cock back into his jeans, and then hands me my panties. I slowly slide them on under the table and lean into him.

We grin at each other and he leans over to kiss me. I can feel his passion and my wetness gathering in my panties and I mentally praise whoever invented birth control pills.

“That was so fucking hot.”

“Fuck, it was. I can’t believe we just did that.”

“I couldn’t let you get away with being a little tease all night, could I?”

“Come on. Let’s dance.”

He holds out his hand for me to take. I grin up at him and place my hand in his. What an incredible night.