The VIP Lounge by Doc88102

The VIP Lounge by Doc88102

Experience erotic and steamy encounters in "The VIP Lounge" with this tantalizing adult sex story. Join Doc88102 as they take you on a thrilling journey filled with passion and desire. Get ready for an unforgettable read that will leave you craving for more.<br/>

Having not written anything for a long time I decided I would start writing something on my phone, I may not always have a laptop with me but I always have my phone. I think It’s fair to assume that doing it this way enables me to write more, and I’m looking forward to that.

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My hips swayed in time with the music as Maya did her best to match me. Cocktails were 2 for 1, and we’d been here long enough to be on the verge of buzz drunk.

It was the buzz that I liked most, that moment before you start losing control of your legs. The moment when you’re crazy happy,flirty and chilled out at the same time. It was where I liked to be and where I liked to stay whenever on a night out.

Maya had been my party pal since college. She was the one who took care of me whenever I overstepped my buzz. When I’d be hunched over the toilet shouting for Huey, shed be there rubbing my back and holding my hair. She didn’t usually stop at the buzz, with her it would always be one of two ways though.

Either she would be the one black out drunk, or she would be going home sober as a saint.

Her black out drunk states always ended the same way, she would climb into bed with me and fall asleep holding my breasts in her hands as she spooned me.

There was a few times in college where we had fooled around with one another, i mean who didn’t in college, right? But while she loved playing with my chest it was her chest that had always gained the most attention. She was a 36DDD. Yes, a triple D. She wasn’t a large girl either, she was about average weight, I guess maybe you could say she was a little short for her age, but other than that she was just simply blessed. Of course, you can say shes blessed, but anybody who has breasts like that always resent it. The back pain, the difficulty in shopping for bras, and the attention.

She loved to play with mine, I’m a 34D, and while they jiggle and bounce when I move, i wasn’t under the threat of being knocked out by one of them.

We had both spent years perfecting our dance moves, we could make you wonder whether we were best friends or lovers. Her leg was between mine as we both used each other as a pole to grind our hips against.

Her left hand was running up and down my right leg, whenever her fingers ran over my thigh they would always come close to my ass, and she was good enough to make you think that she was going to slide her hand underneath my skirt and give you a view. But no, her hand would then slide back down to my thigh.

I would let my hand rest on her hip for a while before bringing it up her body, along the side of her breast before bring it to her neck. My thumb resting on her cheek bone while my finger moved around the side of her neck. Watching us you would almost think I was going to pull her face towards mine and kiss her.

Whenever we were here I liked to look up at the giant mirror on the wall, the top was leaning outwards off the wall and you could see the whole dance floor. It was perfect for cleavage spotting.

It was a routine that we had perfected, we didn’t always do it to tease onlookers, we sometimes did it because we enjoyed walking a thin line with our friendship. It was like a game of gay chicken, we would go to the very edge and then always pull ourselves back at the right time.

We’d both by lying if we told you that we never enjoyed our brief time together in our dorm room. We still talk about it, the showers we shared, the nights of naked snuggles.

I remember her telling me a joke, and it’s always the dumb jokes that get me laughing, you know, the Dad-jokes. Well she told me one that she had saved on her phone for me, she told me as I was taking a drink and I choked. I spat wine all over myself. She then began licking it off of me, her tongue ran all over me.

She took the wine out of my hand and pushed me backwards, and then poured some out between my legs. I can sti remember how cold and bubbly it felt, but her tongue action combined with that, brought me the fastest orgasm I’d ever had.

We had even had special names for each others private parts. She had named mine ‘Minnie’, and I had named hers ‘Daisy’. Not completely original, but it was sentimental.

We finished our routine and smiled at one another before heading towards the bar, when you’re locked in your own world on the dance floor you almost forget about the other hundred people around you. We fought our way through a mass of bodies and finally broke out our best smiles to try and gain the attention of the barman, two hot chicks at the bar trying to get served ahead of everybody else. Yeah, we’re THOSE girls.

“You two were amazing,” came a voice from between our heads. We both turned to see an attractive young man smiling as he looked around at the bar. “Would I be out of line in buying you both a drink?” He then asked.

“As long as you’re not going to hang around and get creepy, sure why not.” I replied.

“Sounds like we have an agreement, what will you have?” He asked, keeping his attention on the bar. He was smart to keep his eyes off of us, direct staring would have been creepy, but at the same time they say that constant eye contact shows confidence. Plus, he probably did all the staring he needed to during our little dance routine.

“I’ll have a straight vodka over lots of ice, and my friend here will have a rum and coke.” I told him.

“Straight vodka, and the ice prevents the hangover. I like that.” He said smiling.

The barman took our orders and after paying, the guy wished us both a good night and took his leave.

“He was cute.” Maya said taking a sip of her drink, “Yeah,” I replied with a smile, “they always are.”

After finishing our drinks we began making our way towards the exit, I knew that as soon as the air hit me I’d be swaying in the wind and i think Maya knew it too. Especially if she was going to light herself a cigarette.

“Wait till were home before you light up,” I said, “I don’t wanna carry you to a cab and then spend an hour trying to convince him you won’t vomit.”

“Forget that, let’s just get an Uber.” She said looking around in her bag for her phone.

We both saw it at the same time, a doorway next to the club entrance. The sign next to the door read ‘V.I.P Lounge’.

“I never knew there was a VIP lounge.” Maya said. “Must be new.” I replied stepping towards the doorway. A tank of a man suddenly appeared before us, I crashed into him and was almost knocked on to my ass. “Wow,” I said stumbling.

“Sorry, but the lounge is only reserved for special guests of Mister Caine.” He told us.

“Who is that?” I asked. The tank looked at me for a moment and tilted his head to the side, “The owner, of course.” He said as if we should already know that.

“Oh yes, of course!” Maya exclaimed sarcastically. I smiled and signalled for her to walk on towards the exit, when someone else stepped into our path. The guy who bought us a drink earlier was smiling at us as he stood between us and the exit.

“We don’t want anything more to drink thank you, we’re quite sloshed as we are thank you!” I declared defiantly.

“I’m Mister Caine,” he said holding up his hands, “I just wanted to inform you that you have been given access to the lounge upstairs. But maybe some other time though.” He said stepping aside.

“Maya, hes the owner!” I whispered loudly. She giggled, “His name is mister!” She said.

The closer we had gotten to the exit, the more drunk we had become, Caine seemed to know this and opened the door of the club for us to leave.

“Ladies, the next time you come by simply walk up to my big friend over there and give him the magic word. He will let you up into the lounge where you will enjoy free champagne, a table waiter, a private dance floor and free wi-fi.”

“Wait, what?” I asked. I’d never heard to anything so luxurious. A free night out? Count me in.

“You heard me correctly, the magic word is ‘philanthropy’. Dont forget it.” He told us.

“What if we tell somebody else the magic word?” Maya asked. He then leaned forward a little and brought his face close to Maya’s. “Then it’ll be you that misses out on all the fun.” He said glancing towards me.

We stepped outside onto the pavement, the bouncer standing behind us looked as much of a tank as the one inside did. Maya managed to find her phone, but had now began rummaging around for her cigarettes. The air had filled my lungs and I wasn’t feeling as bad as I thought I might, normally I would be swaying around like one of those inflatable tube advertisements.

As she lit a cigarette Maya began tapping at her phone. “I was about to bitch about the cold, but it’s not even cold.” She said, “Its October, and it’s not even cold!”

“That’s okay then,” I replied happily, “You can keep me warm later.”

“I said it wasn’t cold,” she replied, I then grinned at her and brought my hands up to my chest. With my back to the bouncer I began fondling myself, “I guess there’s no need to keep these warm later then.” I said playfully.

Her eyes found my chest and she burst into giggles, “Oh wait, its suddenly cold.” She exclaimed.

“So wheres our Uber?” I asked. She shrugged her shoulders, “I’m struggling for signal. I swear this part of town has a dome over it.”

I then remembered that we normally walk half a mile down the road to a pizza place and get a ride home from there. But neither one of us were hungry or up for a long walk in these heels.

“Didn’t that guy say something about free wi-fi?” Maya asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Oh,” I suddenly thought, “Caine. Mister Caine.” she started laughing again, whenever she leaned forward I had the golden ticket view of her cleavage. Her dress had a neck line that plunged down to her naval. All that kept her triple Ds from spilling free was the black bikini top she had gone with.

“Should we go in?” I asked.

“Might as well enjoy a free glass of champagne while we wait, yes.” She beamed.

We made our way back in and towards the tank, he looked us over and half smiled. “Magic word?” He asked.