I Won't Tell A Soul.
846 Words
Margaret's POV
"Good evening, sir," Julia greeted one of the guards confidently.
He nodded, stepping forward to search her professionally. His movements were precise, practiced. After he was done, he signaled for her to move aside.
When it was my turn, I felt slightly out of place, but I let them do their job. Once cleared, I noticed another group nearby, neatly arranged behind a small stand. They were in charge of issuing tickets.
Julia handled everything smoothly, buying two tickets without hesitation, and before I knew it, we were being let inside.
The moment we stepped in, the world shifted.
The sound hit first. Music: loud, deep, vibrating through the floor, through my chest, through my thoughts.
Lights moved across the room in waves, flashing, blending, creating an atmosphere that felt alive, restless, intoxicating.
"This is so massive!" I shouted so she could hear me over the music.
She leaned closer to my ear and said calmly, without raising her voice, "I told you."
I smiled, a little sheepishly, and we held hands as we made our way to the counter and sat down.
My eyes moved around the space, taking everything in. People. Movement. Energy.
And then I became aware of myself. I suddenly felt… out of place.
Everyone around me looked dressed for this environment: bold, confident, expressive. And here I was, in my nightwear.
Yes, it was a beautiful piece. Soft, delicate, and revealing in its own way. But still, it wasn’t meant for a place like this.
"I feel intimidated," I admitted quietly, leaning slightly toward her.
She glanced at me and smiled, but said nothing.
" Is this a stripper club?" I asked, watching the stage carefully.
She only gave me a look that said, keep watching.
And so I did.
The performances were captivating, not just because of what was happening, but how it was happening. The coordination, the rhythm, the confidence in every movement and it pulled attention without effort.
At some point, the performers moved closer to the audience, breaking the distance between stage and crowd. The atmosphere became more interactive, more personal, more… immersive.
I didn’t realize how deeply I had been watching until I felt my body react in subtle ways I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.
It had been a long time since I had felt anything like that.
"Would you love to have a VIP section with any of them?" Julia’s voice cut through my thoughts.
I turned to her immediately, my expression confused.
"What? Don’t you want to have fun? It’s nothing serious. Just them dancing for you personally, and you pay them. The bills are on me though," she added with another wink.
"You are not serious right now," I said, shaking my head slightly and turning my attention back to the crowd, trying to steady myself.
"I'm sorry if it doesn’t sit well with you, but I would love to have two of them perform for me. You can just watch if you don’t want to participate," she said casually.
She signaled the waiter, who approached us quickly with drinks. She leaned in, whispered something to him, and slipped some cash into his hand. He walked away smiling.
"You seem to be a regular here," I said, studying her.
She only shrugged.
"I hope you are enjoying the party?" she asked instead, avoiding my question.
I nodded, though my mind was still catching up with everything around me. I returned my attention to the lady who was dancing on the stage almost naked. She was dancing with a pole in a very sensual manner that made my cunt squeeze on its own accord. It has really been a long time since I felt this way about a woman.
"I need another drink," I said quietly.
She lifted her hand to signal the waiter, but before she could, the same one returned, but this time, not alone.
Two men stood behind him. They were tall, confident, their presence almost commanding without effort. One darker, the other lighter. Both well-built in different ways, their energy filling the small space between us.
The dark one is very huge, and his c**k was rock hard, the brief he was putting on did nothing to hide it. The light-skinned one was well-built but not like the dark one. His c**k seems to be much longer but slimmer than the dark one’s own. He was radiating sin. Looking at them made my n*****s hard in a way I couldn't tell. My mouth was wide open as I stared at the gods of s*x standing before me.
I froze for a second, my breath catching slightly. I hadn’t expected this.
"Which of them do you think would really satisfy me well?" Julia asked casually. I turned to her immediately. She was smiling.
Not playfully, knowingly, like she knew the impact these men had on me.
"Don’t be afraid, love. I won’t tell a soul. This will be our little secret. Just make a pick… and
I promise you, you’ll enjoy yourself, endless orgasm. Go on," she said softly.
- Writer
