It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the lighting... it’s a little darker in here, more shadows and heavy velvet curtains hanging from the walls to encourage privacy. You take another step forward into the room, the music from the rest of the club throbbing beneath your feet, the scent of musk and cigarettes and pot floating by your face. You breathe in deep and start to look for him when you feel hands come up from behind you and take your jacket off.

“You’re late,” his voice is soft against your face.

“Sorry,” you say back. No excuse is necessary.

“S’ok,” his lips brush across your cheek, tongue flicks into your ear. “You’re here now.”

He stands behind you, pulling your body up against his - against his hard chest, his even harder cock. Fingers deftly work open the buttons of your shirt and it falls open, hangs against your sides. He runs his hands over your chest, fingers stopping to pinch and tease your nipples, palms smoothing across your pale skin. You close your eyes and let him, love the way he touches you, love the way it makes you feel inside... warm and horny and wanted.

His lips find your neck and he licks at your throat, you tip your head backward and twist around in his arms so his lips can find yours, opening your mouth to let him inside, let his tongue invade you, slide across your own, touch your teeth. He slips his hand behind your neck and holds you to him, kissing you, fingers dragging back and forth across your chest.

You hear others in the room, and you know you’re being watched now. You feel almost proud for it... gone are the days when you were shy or embarrassed – now you love the attention. Love knowing that everyone is watching you, getting turned on by you, getting off on your pleasure. It makes you feel wanton and sexy and you know Brian loves it too. Loves everyone seeing how hot you are for him, how good he can make you feel, loves everyone hearing your moans as he pleasures you, teases you, makes you come.

His hand slides down your chest, past your stomach, then moves lower to curl around your crotch. He cups your cock through your jeans, rubbing you through the denim... you’re hard – Christ, you’ve been hard since you walked in here, and you moan in your throat at his touch. You’ve been wanting it all night, thinking of it, dreaming of it... had it playing in the back of your head as you worked through the mundanities of life.

A twist of a button and his hand is in your jeans – he licks at your lips and laughs through his nose as he feels your bare cock against his skin. He loves you like this, loves you walking around naked under denim.

You also know he loves it when you wear underwear too... so he can suck your cock through the thin cotton, so he can tease your hole with the burn of the fabric, so he can watch you strip them off and bind his hands with them. But those things are saved for home, for you and him. Tonight is about access and confidence and showing it off. So before you came here, you peeled your underwear off and left them at home, pooled at the bottom of the bed.

He breaks your kiss and turns away from you briefly, motioning to a dark corner. You start to move, thinking he’s taking you somewhere else, but he puts his hand gently on your chest to keep you there and shakes his head no.

Instead, someone emerges from the shadows, dark and stocky, muscles hard across his shoulders, g-string showing off his heavy dick. He wears nothing else, only a smirk when he sees you, and he licks his lips when his eyes fall to your cock, red and shiny with the pre-cum Brian smeared over the head.

An exchange of nods passes between Brian and the trick, then your jeans are pushed further down your hips, releasing your cock, your balls. Brian strokes you slowly, and when the trick falls to his knees in front of you, you watch as Brian rubs your cock across his cheeks, watch as your pre-cum is smeared across his face. You love seeing guys at your feet, worshipping your dick. As much as you love sucking cock, you love it even more when the favour is returned.

Brian puts his hand on the back of the trick’s head, guiding him forward, then feeds your dick into his mouth. The trick takes you slowly at first, swirling his tongue around and around and it makes your eyes roll back in your head. Brian’s lips touch the side of your face, his forehead presses to your temple.

“Like that?” he asks, a smile in his voice.

“Yeah,” is all you can say, breathe, do... your dick slides further between lips, pressed against tongue, tight, wet, hot... you let out a shaky breath.

Brian kisses your cheek, and whispers: “Don’t come. There’s more.”

He lights a joint and takes a deep drag, draping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you back to lean against him. The trick sucks the head of your dick for moments, and you relax all over when Brian presses his mouth to yours, breathing sweet smoke between your lips. You inhale and take it into your lungs... it’s strong and good and you feel it taking you over... feel happy and relaxed and you lean back into Brian, feel his hard cock pressing against your hip, know he’s getting off on you getting off, know he’s watching you, watching your dick as it disappears between lips.

His hand across your chest finds your nipples, and he starts tweaking them, pinching you lightly, making you burn like electric charges running through your muscles. You lean your head against his shoulder for support, resting your neck along his bicep, and you close your eyes... the trick swallows your cock into his throat and you gasp a little, it feels so good and a wave passes over you, through you, across you... you hold your breath and put your hand on the back of his head, pushing him onto your cock.

You afford yourself a few thrusts and feel the wave approach again... you can’t come, not yet, you don’t want to... then Brian’s hand is on your cheek and he twists your face to meet his and gives you a real kiss this time, just tongue and wet and hard and soft all at the same time. You’re taken away from the pleasure on your dick and it suddenly just becomes pleasure all over, pleasure everywhere, your whole entire body, and that’s when you feel your pants being pushed down even farther, exposing your ass. Two hands press against your cheeks, they’re spread wide, open to the air, you feel so bare, so shameless, so fucking horny... wanting, needing, desperate...

And then... God, and then... a touch of tongue to your hole, a swipe, a lick, a kiss. You sigh and whimper and get really shaky and Brian holds you up, moves his lips to your temple and you put all your weight against him, let him carry you. The mouth on your dick pushes you backwards, takes you so deep inside his throat, and the mouth on your ass pushes you forwards, burying his face in your hole and you feel caught, constricted, contained and when Brian’s mouth finds yours again, his tongue slipping across your teeth and between your lips, his breath pushing into your lungs, against your face... when he kisses you like that, no matter that there’s a trick on your dick and one eating your ass, all you know is that Brian is orchestrating this, everything, you, and then you’re so completely, utterly, blissing out...

Not coming, not quite, just riding this fucking amazing incredibly unbelievable wave of ecstasy that seems to be going on and on and then just like that it gets more and more and more and you don’t even realize it until it’s too late... Brian wraps his fingers lightly around your throat, thumb pressed up against your jawbone, holding you against his mouth, kissing you, feeding you the very air you need to breathe, your heart fluttering in your chest, so overwhelmed and oversensitized and feeling everything so very very very much until you think that ohmygod, you’re just going to...

Helpless, powerless, vulnerable... you feel exposed and open and know that everyone is watching you, watching as you peak over and over and over, watching as you lose control completely, coming into the trick’s mouth, watching as Brian feeds you what you need, as Brian controls your pleasure, as Brian kisses you through everything, as Brian becomes your whole fucking world.

Your knees buckle, but Brian anticipates it and slips his other arm around you too, holding you up, pressing you against his body. You feel sweat on your forehead, feel hot all over, feel tired and dizzy, lethargic and spent.

The trick behind you stands and touches his lips to your ear. “You’re the fucking hottest thing in here,” he whispers, his lips dragging across the soft curve of flesh and sending goosebumps to your skin. And then he’s gone.

The trick in front of you stands, licking his lips, smiling, silent, satisfied. And then he walks away too.

Brian drags your pants back up over your hips and turns you to face him, pulls your head to his shoulder. You try to catch your breath but you can’t... try to still your heart but you can’t... try to...

You can’t do anything.

“You like the new VIP lounge?” Brian whispers into your hair. He lets you bury your head into his shoulder, lets you ride out the post-everything, hiding your eyes, your face, yourself, from everyone.

You nod against his shoulder, grip his arms between your fingers.

“Thought you might,” he says into your ear, his breath tickling you. He eases you forward and you find your knees again to walk with him. Away from the spotlight, the center of attention, the show. Away from the eyes and everyone else. He pushes open curtains and you slowly walk through them into a small private room, and then his hands are on you again, sliding your jeans down and gently leaning you face first against a padded wall. Then he’s inside you, taking you, filling you, giving you that one thing you’d really needed all night... making you feel a thousand times better than before.

You can’t speak, not really, just press your cheek to the soft fabric and close your eyes, take him inside you. You whisper his name, that much you can do, and he fucks you slowly, taking your cock in his fingers and stroking you to full hardness again.

You know you and he are alone now, that there are no eyes watching, that this is for you now, for you and him and no one else.

His lips find your ear and he tells you things that are only for you... he whispers words that no one else will ever hear. He makes love to you here, privately, not sharing this with anyone else. He makes you feel like no one else ever could. Ever will.

The new VIP lounge might be members only, but you know you’re in a club so exclusive that you’re the only member Brian ever lets in.