The Erotic Cafe
“I have a surprise for you tonight,” said April, using her flirty voice.
“The sexy kind?” I asked. My face flushed.
“Are you game?”
“If you’re planning, April, always.”
“I’ve been listening to your wants.”
“I already texted you the time and address. Wear a skirt, sans undies.”
“You want me to think about it all day long.”
“Yes, that is my evil plan. And no matter what you consider, Mae, you’ll never guess this one.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Oh, baby, be ready.”
I read the text, but the location was unfamiliar. April knew I needed more, wanted more.
After work, I headed to the address, following her directions.
I was surprised that it was a club, The Erotic Café. The hostess took me to a table April had reserved.
“You have the seat of honor tonight, ma’am.”
“Care for a beverage?”
“House Chardonnay, please.”
“Enjoy your event.”
My event? What had April done and where was she?
Seductive music introduced scantily dressed, exotic women who paraded through the room, moving seductively to the beat. They headed toward a stage. It was Victoria Secret’s runway meets high-end strip club. That’s when I realized all the patrons were women. Arousal was instantaneous. Interest peaked.
A server handed me a note with my wine.
“You are secure. Adjust your skirt, so you are not sitting on fabric. Then enjoy. A.”
I adjusted my skirt as my favorite song began to play.
My automatic wetness reminded me I loved to be licked to this song.
I became aware that something was moving beneath me. A portion of my seat bottom seemed to be opening up. Okay, feel secure.
A warm breath blew on my vulva. I shivered. Then a light touch outlined my lips. Oh, yes. I wanted to sink further in the seat bottom to feel more. I enjoyed the tonguing as other customers enjoyed the performers.
A dancer stopped in front of me. She held her large breasts by my face and teased me. I smelled sex, and my hormones went into overdrive. “Is it good?” she asked.
At that moment, a tongue surged inside my wetness. Licking, twirling, sucking.
Everything swirled and pulsed.
AAAAaaaah. My orgasm shot through me like an electric current. I gripped my chair attempting not to rock too much. I was in sex heaven.
Afterward, I composed myself and took a sip of crisp wine.
April joined me at the next song.
“Hot, isn’t it?” She kissed me, and I tasted myself on her lips.
“You wanted novelty and public sex. The erotic café caters to every whim. The specialty of the night is Bottomless.” I glanced around the room. “Each woman gets eaten to her favorite song.”
“What a way to start the year.”
Descriptions failed me. “Where’s a menu? I want to plan an event for you.
Writing for my three favorite places: Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday and Flash Friday.
I continue to follow my heart in writing and this story emerged in two parts. The January prompt of Flash Friday finished the story. I indeed started something. Thank you, Kayla Lords, Marie Rebelle, and FdotLeonora.