Club Alpha

Chapter 1

A few months ago, Friday nights were date nights. These days, they are just reminders of how badly I pick guys. I have a tendency to pick guys who seem really sweet and caring at first, but turn into absolute jerks a few months down the line. Getting cheated on by every single guy I’ve ever dated has to be more than bad luck, it’s destiny or fate if you will. A few months ago I decided to stick with my vibrators, erotica, and ice cream on Friday nights. What could go wrong? 

I had just settled into the first chapter of my new book when I get a phone call from my best friend Meghan. Looking at the time on my phone before answering, it was just past 7:30pm. I wonder what she wants.

“Charlieeeeee” She sang through the phone, I could tell she was about to ask me something I wouldn’t want to do because of the high pitch of her voice. 

“Hey Meghan, what has you calling so late on a Friday night?” I ask cheerfully, we had both been too busy to talk much this week, so I really was glad to hear her voice.

“Girl, I need a favour” She rushed out quickly, I rolled my eyes but let her continue. “Remember last week I gave that guy my phone number in the coffee shop? Well he actually called me back and we’ve been texting the last few days. We’re supposed to go out tonight to that new club, Club Alpha, and well his roommate is demanding to come and I don’t want him third wheeling us” 

“So you want me to run interference and basically go on a date with this roommate instead of enjoying my ice cream and book?” I ask slowly, I knew I would say yes because she was my best friend, but maybe I can get something out of this too. 

“Yes! I promise to take you to the book store and buy you two books!” She yells happily through the phone. 

“Make it three”. I respond with a smile on my face, her excitement was contagious. 

“Deal! And you never know, he might be hot or something and you can get past your dry spell. You can stop reading your smut and have someone to do the horizontal tango with instead” She laughs and I just shake my head. 

“Do you want me to pick you up or should I meet you there?” I ask, getting up off the couch to put my ice cream back in the freezer, I quickly inhale one more bite for good luck. 

“He’s picking me up, so I’ll meet you there for 9pm?” She says, I can already hear her beginning to get ready, I know I only have a minute before she hangs up on me. 

“Okay, see you there” I respond, just as she hangs up on me. She’s special that one, I swear. Can’t even say good bye to her best friend. 

I walk into my bedroom and begin going through my closet to look for something to wear. Seeing as I wasn’t picking her up, I would take my bike, so I immediately picked up my black biker boots with a little bit of heel. Being only 5 foot 2 meant a little heel went a long way on a motorcycle. 

I paired the boots with my favorite black skinny jeans and white bandeau. Placing a leather jacket on top was the perfect finish to my cute, but stylish outfit. I grabbed a white lacy thong from my dresser and placed that on top. I wouldn’t wear a bra, because my 32a breasts really didn’t need one to hold them up. 

With my outfit chosen I could take a shower. I grabbed my waterproof pink bullet vibrator out of my nightstand on the way past so I could have some fun while I was in there. I knew that tonight was probably going to be a dud, so I wanted to relax a little before it to make it more bearable.

I turned the shower on and stepped in when it was warm enough. 

I placed my vibrator on one of the built in shelves and picked up my body wash and loofah. I squeezed some of the gel onto the loofah and started rubbing it all over my body. I started with my neck and shoulders and made my way down to my breasts. Running the loofah over my right breast, I watched the n****e harden. Biting my lip, I squeezed my right n****e as my loofah travelled over to my left breast. I moaned at the sensation of both breasts being played with in different ways. I was very much a woman who enjoyed fondling my breasts during s*x. 

Letting the loofah travel lower, I ran it over the top of my mound, but didn’t drop any further. Moving up and down my body a few times and around my thighs I teased myself. Minutes passed but I didn’t give in, the orgasms were always better with a little bit of tension. I swept my loofah over the bottom half of my body before hanging it back up inside the shower. 

Running my hands over the trail of the loofah, I finally gave my c**t the attention it so needed. I rubbed in slow circles, putting just a small amount of pressure behind my fingers. I wanted myself to be dripping with need before I pulled out my vibrator. Before long, I could feel the orgasm closing in, rubbing faster I leaned back against the wall and stuffed two fingers inside my tight wet p***y, it’s all it took to push my over the edge. “f**k” I cried out. With my legs shaking, I rubbed through my orgasm and came down slowly from my high. 

Wanting to experience another orgasm, I grabbed my vibrator off the shelf and sat down on the built in bench inside the shower. I turned the setting onto low and teased around my c**t. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine there was someone else in the shower with me. He would take the vibrator out of my hand and pick me up and push me against the wall, entering me from behind with their large thick c**k. Pushing my face into the wall, he would tell me what a bad girl I was for not waiting for him. Moving in small circles, I felt my second orgasm coming quickly. “s**t, I’m going to c*m again!” I moaned loudly, letting my free hand pinch and roll my n****e while the vibrator brought my closer and closer to orgasm. My legs started shaking again, and my hips bucked as I came hard. My head leant back as a cry came out of me. “Mmmm” I moaned as I came down from my second orgasm. Opening my eyes, I let the disappointment of there not actually being a guy in here f*****g me senseless sink in. I really needed to get laid, I thought to myself. 

Standing on shaky legs, I quickly shampooed and conditioned my hair before jumping out of the shower. Checking the time on my phone, I realized I only had twenty minutes before I need to leave if I was going to get there in time. Knowing that Meghan would kill me if I was late, I quickly dried off and threw on my outfit that I had laid out earlier. I brushed and dried my hair before running the straightener through it. I had naturally wavy hair, so I wanted it nice and straight for the club. 

With five minutes to spare, I grabbed the key to my bike and my helmet off the table by the door and headed out into my apartment hallway. As I was leaving, my neighbor Mr. Fulton was just unlocking his door. He was probably in his late sixties and had treated me like a granddaughter since I moved in over a year ago. 

“Hey dear, are you going out tonight?” He asked, surprised to see me. 

“My friend needed me to go on a double date, so I made a deal with her to take me to the bookstore” I did a twirl to show him my outfit.

“Very nice, you be safe out there, don’t be bringing any strange boys home” He winks at me before walking through and closing his door. I just shake my head, he knows I don’t bring guys home and haven’t brought them home in months.

I took the elevator down and headed out to the street. I had parked my bike a little further down because there weren’t any spots the other day. Putting my leg over my bike, I finished buckling my helmet and putting on my gloves before I pulled out onto the street. I had looked up the club the other day, so I knew it was only fifteen minutes away. 

The ride went quickly and before I knew it, I was pulling up to a spot directly across from the club. The line was huge, I could see it wrapping around the corner. I could see Meghan walking towards me with two guys in tow. 

The guy holding her hand was at least 6 foot 3 and packed hard with muscle, Meghan had told me he was fit, but I didn’t realize she had picked up a gym rat. He had blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes, the dimples that showed when he smiled had definitely been what drew Meghan in the first place.

The second guy, walking slightly behind them, was significantly shorter and thinner than his roommate. He was probably only 5 foot 8, with muddy brown hair and dark brown eyes. He wasn’t ugly, but he was definitely not the kind of guy I was looking for. Especially with the frown that popped up on his face when he realized who I was.

Meghan gave me a hug as I stepped off my bike and introduced me to Clay, gym rat guy, and Jason, moody short guy. I smiled at both and walked ahead with Meghan to get in the line to wait. 

“Hey babe” Clay called out from behind us. Meghan turned quickly with a smile on her face, bringing me around with her. “Isn’t he just so hot” she whisper squealed.

“We don’t need to wait in line, I know a guy” He said, gesturing for us to follow him up to the bouncer at the door. The bouncer gave a quick nod and opened the door for us to go inside. I look at Meghan with an appreciative look on my face, not bad I thought. 

Looking around the club, I see a bunch of very very attractive people. Not that I’m into women,  but I had never seen so many hot men and women in my life. Meghan and I look around in awe as Clay leads us toward a booth in the back. I turn around to see Jason looking around with distaste. He was definitely not interested in being here and definitely not interested in me, so why was he here? 

Letting the others sit down at the booth, I offer to go get the first round of drinks. I ask Jason to come with me and he sighs in annoyance. It was going to be a long night, but one look at Meghan showed that she was really enjoying herself, so I needed to make it work for her.