Page 77 of Arran's Obsession

Before we entered, Arran gestured to Manny and Lara, indicating for them to return to work. Lara squeezed my fingers quickly then trotted down the corridor, Manny going the opposite way.

Leaving Arran, Shade, and me to climb the steps.

At the top, the atmosphere shifted.

I’d wondered so much about this part of the warehouse. How it operated, who was up here, though not what they got up to. I had a good idea of that.

We entered a muted, darkened space. The private strip rooms Alisha had shown me downstairs had padded walls and low lights. This was like that on crack. Thick, plush velvet gave way under my heels, the corridor stretching in both directions. Low, hypnotic music played in the background like a heartbeat. Still gripping my hand, Arran took us left, and we passed several rooms, all closed to prying eyes.

At the end, the space opened out into a wide room with a bar. Women stood or sat on chairs, some in skimpy outfits, others almost naked, and on the bar were baskets of shiny packets and small bottles. Condoms and lube, I realised. Wow.

A lift opened, and a man exited. One of the women stepped forward to greet him. He said something to her, and she led him to a group of younger women. With his hands shoved in hispockets, he nervously indicated to one who bounced on her heels then beckoned for him to follow with a coy smile.

Arran put his lips to my ear. “This is where the clients enter. Anyone who comes up here has been vetted by my team and permitted membership. They want to fuck, or watch others fucking.”

“Vetted?” I asked.

“We make a file. Test results, headshots, background checks, and full payment upfront.”

The doors to a stairwell opened beside the lift, two men emerging this time. A slender woman with huge boobs held in a tiny gold bikini beamed and moved to claim them. The first, a man in his thirties and in a sharp suit, cupped the back of her head and spoke in her ear. She pursed her lips then centred herself on the other man who was perhaps ten years younger.

Then she kissed him.

As they locked lips, the suited guy crowded her from behind, one hand grabbing her breasts, the other cupping her between the legs. He pushed her bikini bottoms aside and revealed her bare pussy, fingering her right there in the centre of the room. She smiled into her kiss with the first man then broke away to whisper something to them. The three disengaged, and she brought them by a hand each in our direction, passing us to enter the corridor.

I wondered how they chose who went first. She didn’t mind them both touching her. Obviously I knew things like this happened, but I’d never seen it.

I stared after them then twisted back to Arran. “Did they get a two-for-one deal?”

Not even a laugh. “Tammy specialises in double penetration. Her regulars come from all over the country. The older man is a regular and has brought several different men in with him. Business partners, he calls them.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Weird way of deciding who to do business with.”

He just watched me. “Seen enough?”

I hadn’t, not really. Witnessing men buy sex wasn’t all that hot, even if my body was responding and warming up, my dress too tight and my skin tingling.

At my headshake, he exhaled and turned us around. The whole time, Shade had waited by the far wall. The fact that neither man had reacted in any way to the bounty of semi-naked women or the smell of sex in the air spoke volumes.

They were immune to this. I wanted to be as well.

At the next door down the corridor, Arran showed me in, Shade remaining outside. It was a theatre, with pairs of loveseats arranged in front of an erotic movie, full sex playing in black and white on the screen. In the seats, couples kissed or groped each other in full view of each other, some copying what they were watching, one older guy getting blown by his lady.

Arran squeezed my hand in question, but I shook my head. This still wasn’t enough.

We left, and he took me inside the next entrance. This was different again. A room ahead behind panelled glass, clear in front of us but blacked out the rest of the way around, and doors to the left and right. Behind the glass, two women were under a spotlight on a velvet plinth. Both were glamorous in full makeup and with gorgeous hair, their completely naked bodies gleaming. Arran opened the door to the right, revealing a private booth. He locked us in and sat on a leather sofa, waiting on me. I perched next to him.

An announcer spoke over the PA system. “Kissing with nipples pressed together.”

Behind the darkened glass that separated our booth from the central area, the two women rose upon their knees and followedthe instruction, slow caresses of each other’s breasts until their nipples met, their tongues tangling at the same time.

A shot of lust burst through me. I wanted my nipples played with and hot kisses, though not by another woman but the hulking man at my side. Except he’d never do those things for my pleasure, just his own. It had only happened when I was unconscious.

After a while of their display, the announcer spoke again.

“Scissoring.”

The women adjusted their positions. They brought their pussies together and started grinding, going slow, and both moaning.

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