Primal Urges
881 Words
The depths of the mind are a curious place. So much is left uncharted and enigmatic. As a race, we find our base, animalistic urges uncomfortable, so we set up a bunch of rules to curb them and called it society. With the population increasing, the rules are necessary. The one percent needed to find a way to herd the sheep. However, the restrictions do not apply among the elite few, who have wealth and privilege. So, naturally, we cant be open about it. It's a phenomenon that has occurred throughout history. Prohibition brought about the speakeasy, deviant desires brought out fetish clubs. We operate in secret because one's primal instincts are not only vilified but are considered a private affair. That's how the club came about. Only my club is a club like no other.
"Does your girlfriend know what you do here?" the woman on my lap giggled, running her fingers through my long hair. This was a place with few boundaries, the few rules that did exist were related to admission. I looked around the room. Only a particular type of woman was admitted here. The kind that was bought and could remain discreet. Men were few and far between; with women hanging off them, most had already retired to the private rooms. I felt a palm against my cheek as she persisted, "If you were mine, I wouldn't let you out of bed." "Sounds fun. I guess that would make me a fortunate man." Desire dripped of my words, and she shivered with delight on top of me. I reached up and cupped the base on her neck with my hand and pulled her face towards me.
My phone started ringing. "Ignore it, hun", she whispered. I saw the name and sighed. "hello?" I said, ignoring the fingers creeping across my torso. "Sam? I've just left your house. Where are you?" Akari Ito. Heiress to the Sweet Dreams confection empire and the woman my father had ordered me to date in the hope that he would get a cut of her fortune. "Oh…I got bored at home, so come out with the boys," I replied dutifully. But, of course, it wasn't a lie; the boys were in here…somewhere.
"I thought you promised not to go to that horrible club she whined. She was always whined. "Sam, who is that breathing?" I winced. My companion had been coiling herself around me, nibbling at my neck as I spoke. I pushed her onto the floor, where she glared at me in anger. "Sorry, babe, the boys are trying to listen in on that nice voice of yours." "You wouldn't cheat on me, Sam?" her voice was shaking. Yet again, she was seeking reassurance. "No, babe, I've always loved you even before you noticed, remember?" There was silence on the other end of the phone, and I wondered if she had finally clocked me. "I…I guess so. I haven't seen you for a while. Can we meet up?" "I'm a bit busy, babe", I mutter, glancing down at my swollen length. "I'll see you in class tomorrow." "It has to be before tomorrow. I need to discuss something before school starts." I inwardly groan, my member, deflating.
Akari has always been insecure and clingy. Traits that make her unbearable. She can likely sense the lack of attraction on my part. Regardless, I often have to appease her, if only to keep my father happy. I have no choice but to agree, and at length, I get her off the phone. After throwing some notes to the indignant but silent woman at my feet, I walk toward the exit.
I knew what she wanted to discuss. Her pleading had carried a paranoid tone that could have only been caused by one person. It was the hottest topic on the rumour mill- Mara was returning. Mara and Akari had been best friends until recent events. Akari envied her former friend, knowing they once shared affection for me. Akari was just as desperate as Mara had been for my attention. Despite our relationship, her insecurity made her highly defensive when Mara was brought up in conversation. We rarely spoke of her. If she wanted to discuss her, that meant her jealousy was getting out of hand, or she was frightened she would lose me to her. I couldn't deny it was a logical response, everyone knew Mara wanted me, and if I'm honest, she wasn't repulsive. She had always been quiet and meek like a little mouse, but she was attractive. It was a shame she was shy to the point of having no discernable personality.
I have never struggled for the attention of women who fawn over my inherent attributes, so I had never paid particular attention to anyone unless I had a motive. I hadn't been aware of Mara's existence until I tried to lure her in as a favour to a friend. It was easy. Mara had always wanted to be popular, but that ended badly. So we don't speak of that anymore. It annoys me more that she makes Akari crazy. s**t, I just had to stick it out with Akari until our fathers had completed their business deal, and then it didn't matter if she was happy.
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