"So, on a dare, Hilda had called the number in the ad and out-front asked what they were talking about. The husky male voice on the other end made it all quite clear-theirs was a club where only oral sex was encouraged. After hanging up Hilda was sure she had heard that voice before. It took her all of a week to realize it was Brad's voice. On impulse she looked up his number and, masking her own voice, continued her discussion of the week before, finding out that the club met once a week at his apartment, that men had to pay ten dollars a visit, but that a good-looking young-woman was welcome free. Amused, Hilda had kept her mouth shut about all this, entertaining herself by watching as the weekly club members nervously found their way to Brad's apartment. She told me the whole story only after I'd all but bribed her by promising to let her come down to the studio one day when we filmed my show, which turned out to be her favorite soap opera.
"Heart pounding away, I rushed out, bought myself a copy of the paper Hilda had mentioned, and curled up on one of my new chairs to read the ad section.
"I found his ad right away, though it didn't have his name or anything on it. After planning exactly what I would say, I picked up the phone and, amused beyond belief, I called Brad, described my looks and needs softly, and got my expected invitation to next week's meeting.
"I dressed carefully for that great moment, in a style I doubted he'd recognize at first glance. I put my long, flaming hair into the tightest bun I could imagine, and I wore a sexy but low-key dress, dark hose, and very high heels. I also wore big round eyeglasses tinted purple, a touch that made me look eighteen and ripe. I was planning on having a little fun.
"When the others started arriving hot and heavy, I slipped out of my apartment and joined the eclectic parade to Apartment Seven. In spite of my desire for a little, personal entertainment along with a chance of really meeting Brad, I was not unaware that the palms of my hands were damp and I was trembling slightly. After all, these were indeed my people, and phantoms of the fun we might all be having shortly did little to erase my own nervousness.
"Brad let us inside himself, but there was another man there taking money and welcoming everyone. The whole thing was such an obvious shuck, so clearly a money-making scheme, I'm amazed anyone went for it, but after a few words about the beauty of 'doing your own thing' sexually, a good-looking girl got to her feet (a plant? I wondered at the time, but I never found out) and suggested that she might be willing to do her own thing with a willing male right then and there.
"This was obviously the sort of thing that got the ball rolling, and of course someone-it just happened to be the man who was taking the cash-agreed to take the girl up on her kind offer. The couple withdrew to a dimly lit sofa and silently undressed-at least the girl reached up and removed her panties while the man opened his fly and lowered his shorts. The whole thing was even sexier at this point because they were partially dressed, somehow. Before long the girl had the guy's prick out and was kissing the head lightly. Unable to take much of that, the guy was soon jamming his cock down her lovely throat, and while the rest of us watched fascinated, the couple finally got into a classic sixty-nine position and began to eat each other in earnest. The guy had both of her legs wrapped around his neck shortly, while the girl was demonstrating her obvious talent as a pert little cocksucker. Every eye in the house was hotly glued to that sofa.
"I wasn't exactly immune, either. But I took advantage of the show to slowly move over toward Brad. He was sitting on the rug near the door, as caught up in the sofa scene as the rest. I got close enough to see that his pants were bulging with his hardening cock.
"Since we were sort of hidden from everyone else, and because the perversity of the thought struck me and stoked me, I suddenly bent over, pulled down Brad's zipper, and freed his swelling dick and hairy balls. Before he could react, I ran my hot tongue over his prick and quickly mouthed the tip of his cock. It was too good to resist, so Brad directed my head to take in more of his cock. Agreeably, I began to suck him off, thrill upon thrill shooting through my body as I realized it wasn't since Richie that having a cock in my mouth had excited me this much I sucked like a-pro, so excited that I actually came halfway through the act.
"Brad was worked up too, and his hand kept returning to my hair. I knew he wanted to run his fingers through the long red strands, so I reached up and began removing pins until it finally tumbled freely in his hands. Then I got back to the business of giving Brad the best cock-sucking he'd ever had.
"What with the show in front of him, and the expert sucking and licking motions of my mouth and lips and silky tongue, Brad was shooting his thick, hot come into my mouth in much too short a time. Eagerly I sucked in the creamy load, pumping his balls gently with my fingers as if to milk the last delicious drop out of him. Then I lifted my head to smile at him.
"His jaw nearly dropped to the floor. With my hair all loose around my face, he recognized me all right. At first he was just startled, then he was upset.
"'Let's take a walk into the other room, kid,' be suggested, his hand on my arm so threateningly strong I had no choice but to take his suggestion as if it were a command.
"We disappeared without disturbing the others. They were beginning to pair off anyway, in the dim outer room, and I felt sure the couple on the sofa, still going at each other's young flesh, would soon be unnoticed in the crowd. Brad led me to a bedroom, closed and locked the door, then motioned for me to sit down on one of the twin beds.
"'Now then, what's the big idea? Who are you, how did you find out about this club,' and why are you here?'
"I couldn't help smiling a little. Hollywood breeds paranoia. 'I'm here in answer to your ad, Brad. I called and talked to someone-you, probably, and I was invited over here. At first I was a little surprised to realize it was my own apartment building, but… ' I smiled hotly up at him. 'I'd seen you by the pool and wondered if you would be good. I just couldn't resist out there. Do you really mind?' I teased.
"But Brad's paranoia didn't evaporate so quickly. His shrewd eyes looked me over carefully. 'Strip,' he ordered.
"Like Richie, he had a way of cutting me down to size that somehow turned me on. I began to undress, only to find that my hands were shaking once more: I was like a boozer out on a rare binge… now that I'd found my thing again I wanted to revel in every minute of it.
"Brad watched me get undressed. His eyes were showing the struggle he was having to stay cool and suspicious by the time I was down to a wisp of a pair of bikini panties. I climbed back into the heels and kept the panties on long enough to walk around a little and show myself off. I liked twitching my little butt at a likely male. Finally, unable to take much more myself, my pussy throbbing so hard I could almost hear it, I slipped off the panties, walked to where Brad was crumpled on the bed, and angled my naked, oozing crotch at his face. 'Kiss it, darling, please… ' I whispered, my closing with expectation of his kiss.
"But Brad only backed away. 'This is a swap club, Kristi,' he reminded me. 'How about if I send in someone to take care of that pretty pussy of yours?'
"The bastard! He was so like Richie I nearly creamed right then and there. Determined I could play the game as well as anyone, I nodded, my eyes expressionless tough my body cried out for him and him alone.
"He got off the bed and was out of the room in a minute. I don't think I was even all that surprised when he returned with the girl who had started the ball rolling on the sofa a short while before.