The Lake of Love (Adult Novel 18+) (10 page)

I felt happy.

Part Three: Charlie’s Story

Chapter Eleven: The Sex Club

I could hardly hear my own thoughts over the sound of the booming music.
The club was completely packed-out tonight with punters, but the ratio of women
against men seemed to be at least five to one. Frank had pointed out to me that
having a large selection of women here was the general idea. This was a club
for the very rich and the very horny to blow a huge fortune on hot women. It
took every ounce of self-control within my body to keep my eyes focused on the
ice cubes sitting at the bottom of my glass, but it was a battle I was slowly
losing. I couldn’t seem to help myself from looking up every now and again at
the half-naked women within the club. It wasn’t a strip joint, even though
there were some very tempting women doing an exotic dance upon the stage.

This was a sex club.

The look but don’t touch policy did not exist here. If I wanted I could
pick any of the women in the bar tonight and pay to have them take me out back
to a private room. Depending on the price I didn’t have to stop at one woman,
but then again I was not the type of man that would do such a thing.

‘Thanks for coming with me, Charlie,’ Frank had to shout to be heard over
the music.

My long time friend and business partner was sitting on the opposite side
of the table with a sour expression upon his face. Ever since Miranda had filed
for the divorce he hadn’t been his old self. Frank was a notorious charmer and
had a smile that could make a nun take off her panties, but he didn’t smile
much these days. ‘I know these places make you feel uncomfortable.’

‘What’s to feel uncomfortable about?’ I replied.

‘Here you go, boys,’ a pretty young redhead placed two drinks down upon
the table. My eyes momentarily betrayed me, as I quickly looked her up and
down. She had to be no more than twenty-five years old, which was nearly half
my age, and I was having thoughts that no man should be thinking about when he
has been married for as long as me. The redhead had a slim, toned figure. She
had the type of body you would see sprawled over the bonnet of a car in some
sort male vehicle related magazine. Her small almost insignificant breasts were
fully exposed for the whole world to see and the only piece of clothing she was
actually wearing was some very tiny red panties, but then again they were
completely see through. Seeing the slit of her pussy through the fabric caused
something dangerous to pulse between my legs.

‘Thanks,’ I turned my eyes back towards my drink.

‘I just needed some company tonight,’ explained Frank. ‘This whole thing
with the divorce is really getting me down. I don’t know why she is doing it.’

‘Maybe it is because you keep cheating on her,’ I replied in all honesty.

‘I don’t mean to,’ confessed Frank. ‘It just sort of happens.’

‘It doesn’t help when you spend most of your time in places like this.’ I
picked up the drink and took a swig. The heat of the alcohol tickled the back
of my throat and warmed my stomach. This was a nice drink.

‘I know, I know,’ Frank shook his head. ‘I just can’t help it.’

I glanced at the curved ass cheeks of a tall blonde in a white corset.

God, she looked hot.

‘I do love her,’ Frank stated.

‘I know you do.’ It seemed like the right thing to say. Rebecca and I
always said that his womanising would one day turn around and bite him on the
ass, but Frank was a grown man. He made his own decisions and had to learn from
his own mistakes. The very least I could do was give my old friend some support
in his hour of need.

‘I’ve lost her,’ he muttered to himself. ‘Fuck it,’ he downed the rest of
his drink in one go. Instantly his hand shot out and grabbed the wrist of a brunette
in a black pair of bra and panties like the tongue of a frog capturing a fly in
mid-air. ‘You are by far the most beautiful woman in the whole club.’ The
brunette smiled a cheeky smile. It was not the best line he had ever used, but
Frank was one of her regulars and they both knew exactly what he wanted. ‘Why
don’t I buy you a drink and we can go someplace private?’

‘I was just thinking how thirsty I was,’ replied the young woman. I think
she fancied him, as much as he fancied her. It had been about the tenth time
she had passed by our table tonight. The woman pulled him out of the chair and
interlinked her fingers with his. I let out a long and weary sigh, as Frank was
dragged off towards the private area out the back.

‘Great.’ I took a sip from my glass and tried to keep my eyes firmly
locked on the table in front of me, but a man sitting all alone in a place like
this stuck out like a sore thumb. It didn’t take long for someone to come over
and talk to me.

‘Hi,’ she was a slightly more mature lady than most of those in the club.
If I had to guess I would say she was nearing forty, but that didn’t mean she
wasn’t hot. I had to swallow down the lump in my throat at the sight of her
large plump breasts just inches away from my face. Something primal was
screaming for me to tilt my head forward and take her juicy looking nipples
within my mouth. For the moment my self-control held.

‘Hello,’ I replied a little nervously.

‘You like anything you see?’ She slowly stroked her index finger around
her erect nipple. I felt a little embarrassed by the fact that she had caught
me looking at her tits, but felt a whole lot more embarrassed about the
hardness setting in between my legs.

‘I like looking at you.’ I held up my hand and pointed to the gold band. ‘But
I am married.’

She lowered her face a little closer to mine. ‘So are most of the men in
here.’ She extended her hand out towards the rest of the club. ‘Is there nobody
in here that you want to have some fun with?’ Unconsciously I turned my eyes
towards the rest of the women in the busy club. I wasn’t sure exactly what I
was going to find, but I thought humouring the woman might give me enough time
to down the rest of my drink and get the hell out of here.

My heart suddenly froze within my chest.

For a brief moment I thought I saw someone I knew.

It couldn’t be.

I narrowed my eyes and focused my full attention on the young blonde
woman wearing nothing more than some dark blue panties. She had by far the most
amazing figure in the whole place. She had the body of a swim suit model. I
waited for a chance to see her face clearly through the crowd.

I couldn’t believe it.

It was Sheridan.

It was the daughter of my best friend.

It was Frank’s baby-girl. What the hell was she doing in a place like
this?

‘Her,’ I pointed across the club towards Sheridan. ‘I want her.’

* * *

I sat on the edge of the double bed and sighed. What the hell was I going
to say to her? And how did it look for her to find me sitting in here? The room
was just about big enough to squeeze in the silk covered double bed. There
wasn’t any space for any other furniture. It was designed for one thing and one
thing only. Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea I had ever had. Maybe I should
leave now and wait for her outside, or at least talk to her at the lake house.
It would look so bad if she caught me in here waiting for her like some kind of
dirty old pervert. I had made my decision. I got up to leave just as the door
clicked open. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. Sheridan stepped
into the room and slowly pushed the door behind her. She hadn’t even looked up
to see who I was.

‘Hi,’ she spoke shyly.

‘Hello, Sheridan.’

She wore a mask of horror.

It was like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck.

‘Oh my god,’ she turned back and reached for the handle, but I was up off
the bed faster than a heartbeat and firmly pressed a strong hand against the
door.

‘I wouldn’t do that,’ I explained. ‘Your father is here.’

Her jaw nearly hit the floor it hung so far open.

It was only then did I realise my predicament. I was standing face to
face with the half-naked daughter of my best friend. The intoxicating smell of
Lavender flowed from her gorgeous long blonde hair. She had a beauty that could
easily rival that of her mother. She had such an innocent face and eyes so blue
that it felt like I was falling into the ocean. Somehow I managed to keep my
eyes from travelling lower down her body. There were certain lines a man must
not cross.

‘Take a seat.’ I headed back towards the bed.

‘What is my father doing here?’ asked Sheridan.

‘What do you think?’ The bed springs creaked, as we sat on the edge of
the mattress.

‘Oh…’ she muttered to herself. Understanding had dawned.

‘The real question is what are you doing here?’

Sheridan turned her eyes away from me. ‘I am working.’

‘I gathered that,’ I countered. ‘What I don’t understand is why?’

‘I need the money,’ she confessed.

‘If you need money then just ask your father.’ My self-control
momentarily left the building, as my eyes unconsciously dropped down towards
her firm naked breasts. By no means were they large and plump like Rebecca’s,
but they couldn’t be considered small either. They were big enough for my mouth
to happily please.

I gave my head a quick shake.

I shouldn’t be thinking such thoughts about my best friend’s daughter.

I looked back up towards Sheridan sweet gently face. It had only been a
quick glance, but she had caught me looking at her tits. I was so going to
hell. I could feel my cheeks starting to warm from the embarrassment.

‘I couldn’t ask my father,’ she continued on like nothing had happened.
Thank god! ‘He has bailed me out countless times in the past. I can’t keep
relying on him when I run out of money.’

Her reason made sense.

‘How much do you owe?’ I asked the obvious question.

‘I owe ten thousand pounds.’ Sheridan dropped her head into the palms of
her hands.

‘How did you get into so much debt?’ I couldn’t hide my surprise.

‘It wasn’t me. It was, Pete,’ she said without looking up.

‘Pete?’ I sounded more than a little confused.

‘He was my ex-boyfriend,’ she sat up to face me. ‘Pete used the credit
card my dad gave me to run up all sorts of debts. I know I should never have
let him use it, but if I told my dad about this he would be so angry with me.’

Her bottom lip started to quiver.

Hiding such a thing for her father must have been so hard for her.

Working at such a place must have been even harder.

‘And that is why you work here?’ I said more to myself. ‘You want to pay
off the debt.’

Sheridan nodded her head in reply.

‘You are not going to tell him are you?’ I could see straight through the
windows of her soul; she was pleading with me not to tell him.

‘I will keep this secret,’ I replied.

‘Thanks.’

I cut her off. ‘But you must quit.’

‘But I need the money.’ Her shoulders sagged.

‘I will take care of your debt,’ this time it was her turn to cut me off.

‘No. I will not let you pay off the debt.’ She shook her head in reply.

‘You will or I will be forced to tell your father,’ I countered.

It was the perfect solution. Ten thousand dollars was not even a small
dent in my wallet. I could pay that off for her in no time at all, but with my
ultimatum it also meant she had to quit this degrading job.

‘But,’ she began to protest.

‘This is how it will be,’ I replied. ‘Now we should go before your father
comes looking for me.’

My heart nearly leapt into my throat at the feel of her soft delicate
hand slip into my palm. ‘Thank you, Charles,’ she smiled a smile that had the
power to break a million men’s hearts.

‘Call me, Charlie,’ I don’t know why I said that.

Sheridan giggled like some sort of school girl.

‘Charlie it is.’

She leaned forward and planted a sweet little kiss on the side of my
face. My eyes unconsciously dropped down towards those firm perky breasts. I
couldn’t stop myself. I so badly wanted to reach out and grab them. I quickly
looked up again, as Sheridan pulled back from the kiss and smiled.

‘I need to collect my stuff. Will you meet me in the alleyway out back?’

‘Of course,’ I replied.

Sheridan hopped off the bed and headed for the door. A wave of pressure
rushed down between my legs at the sight of her cute little ass. It looked so
smooth that I just wanted to take a bite. Sheridan turned back to face me and I
instantly tore my eyes away from her ass, but it was several moments too late.
Sheridan had caught me checking out her body for a second time in as many
minutes.

A smile split her soft red lips.

Did she like the way I looked at her?

‘Thank you once again.’

And with that she disappeared from the room.

I let out a sigh and fell backwards onto the bed. I had worried about
what I might say to her or what she might think to find me in this room, but
now I was more concerned about the lustful thoughts roaming through the darkest
depths of my unconscious mind. Being sexually attracted to your best friend’s
twenty-two year old daughter was wrong on more levels that I could count, but I
couldn’t help it.

Sheridan was simply beautiful.

* * *

The headlights of my car illuminated the darkened alleyway, as I pulled
slowly around the corner. Sheridan appeared from the shadows and headed towards
the car. She was holding a backpack in her hands and now wore a thick brown
coat, but from the waist down all she wore were those dark blue panties. Her
smooth kissable legs were like magnets for my eyes. I just wanted to push them
apart and do things that I hadn’t even done with my wife.

No!

I am married.

And this is my best friend’s daughter.

The car door popped open and Sheridan dropped herself down into the front
seat beside me. ‘Thank you for doing this for me,’ she said for the umpteenth
time.