Club Secrets: Club Secrets USA Book 1 (3 page)

“Hey, Andrea,” David said. “Why don’t we sit down and talk some more?”

Andrea giggled again. “I don’t come here to talk, David.”

 
“All right, then, do you want to dance?” David put his drink on the counter and took Andrea’s glass from her hand. He started to lead her down to the dance floor, but he was too late.

“Andrea,” a voice boomed, and she whirled around.

A look of fear crossed her face, and she attempted to cover it with a smile.
 

“Oh, hi, Danny.” Unsteady on her feet, Andrea fell against David.
 

“This is David, my babysitter.”

Danny grabbed Andrea’s arm and yanked her toward him, barely even glancing at David. “Yeah, hi kid,” he said. “Go take care of the other kids or something.” Danny started to lead Andrea away.
 

David noticed he gripped her arm tightly and was almost dragging her along.

“Hey, wait a minute,” he called out.
 

Andrea turned around, but Danny kept going.

David went after them, getting in front of Danny and forcing him to stop. “Hey, man. That’s pretty rude. I was having a conversation with Andrea, and you grabbed her away like she’s some kind of chattel.”

“Get out of my way, boy.”

David didn’t move. He was facing the bar, and he saw that Tom was observing the whole thing. The bartender motioned toward the bouncer, and David nodded back. “Well, I know a lot of games are played around here, but I didn’t think caveman was one of them. I didn’t hear you ask the lady if she wanted to leave with you.”

“Listen, kid. You’re starting to bug me.” Danny tried to push David aside, but the younger man stood his ground.
 

“Is there a problem here, Mr. Hauser?” It was same the muscular security guard that had pulled David from the outside line.
 

David reached out and offered Andrea his hand, which she took. “No, I don’t think so. The lady and I were just about to dance.”

He put his arm around Andrea’s waist and started toward the dance floor. David looked straight into his adversary’s eyes as they passed. “You understand that now, right, Danny Boy? Her dance card is filled for the evening.”

The bouncer restrained Danny as he tried to follow them. “All right now, sir. Walk away or walk out. That’s your only choice here.”

David kept going until he and Andrea were on the dance floor. He took her into his arms and began to sway with the music.

“Is that guy your boyfriend or something?”

Andrea leaned into his chest and put her head on his shoulder. “It’s complicated,” she said.
 

David led her around the dance floor. As much as he was enjoying the physical contact of her breasts on his chest and her pelvis pressed against his, he knew Andrea was having trouble with her balance, and she seemed unable to keep her head up.

“Andrea, did you take something tonight with your drink?”

“Mmm,” she muttered and buried her head into his neck.
 

David felt chills down his back as her lips pressed against his skin and she placed the tip of her tongue in his ear. His cock, however, felt only heat and stiffened as Andrea leaned into him and swayed.

David knew he could lead her to the back rooms of the club, and she’d do anything he wanted. As much as his lower head was telling him to go for it, his upper head won out. He allowed himself another minute of holding her tightly against him, while he closed his eyes and imagined taking her to bed.
 

The thought of exploring the curves and caverns of her naked body with his tongue and fingers was enough to cause his dick to spring into ready mode. His physical reaction to the momentary visual of what lay beneath the skimpy dress she was wearing seemed to awaken her from her slumber-like state.

“Wow,” she said, opening her eyes wide for a moment. Then she slipped her hand down between his legs. “Babysitter, you are a man now.”

David reluctantly pushed her hand aside.
 

“Andrea, did you drive to the club tonight?”

“Um, no. Came with a friend,” she said dreamily and let her head fall to his shoulder.

“Good. I’m driving you home.” He led her to the edge of the dance floor and then turned her to lean against his side. He slipped an arm around her waist and was able to support her as she stumbled along next to him.

“Is it time to go home already?” Andrea looked around the club as they walked toward the door.

“It is for you.”

 
David had to laugh. That was something a parent would say. How the hell did the tables turn so fast? He shook off the thought and focused on getting her to his car. He felt a lot of pairs of eyes at his back as he near dragged Andrea to the club entrance and out to the parking lot, but he didn’t look around, only straight ahead.

David managed to get Andrea into his front seat and strap a seat belt around her. As he was about to close the door, he noticed she had a tiny purse slung diagonally across her chest on a thin chain strap. He reached inside and found a tube of lipstick and her keys. He pocketed the keys for later, got in on his side, and drove her home.

Andrea awoke when David lifted her out of the car. She looked around sleepily and recognized that they were in her driveway. “Want to come in for a nightcap?”

David laughed. “I’ll come in, but I don’t think either one of us needs anything more to drink.”
 

He set her feet down on the driveway. Although she appeared able to walk by herself, David took the opportunity to put his arm around her as he guided her up the walkway. He unlocked the front door, and they stepped inside.

“I’ll take your babysitter home. You shouldn’t drive,” he said.

Andrea shook her head. “No babysitter here. My kids are at my mom’s house for the night.”

She turned and put her arms around his neck, crushing her heavy breasts against him as she leaned in to kiss him.
 

David allowed himself to enjoy the embrace until Andrea started to undo his pants. He gently pushed her hand away again, wondering where the hell the control was coming from.

“Let’s get you into bed now,” he said. He led Andrea down the hall to where he remembered the master suite was located.
 

“Oh, yes,” she said. “Let’s go to bed.”

David turned on the light in her room. He left her leaning against the wall inside the doorway and turned down her bed so he could slide her in. When he turned around to help her over to the bed, Andrea was already undressed.

“Wow.” David couldn’t help but express his appreciation. Andrea’s photos on the website didn’t do her justice. She was lovely and far sexier in the flesh.
 

She stumbled across the room and into his arms. He fell back onto her bed with her on top of him. It took all his will power to push her off and back onto her pillows.
 

Andrea did not want to let go. She pulled him down onto the bed and began kissing him while running her hand over his cock and trying to unzip his pants. David forced himself up and quickly pulled the blanket over her.

“Andrea, as much as I want to climb in next to you, I can’t make love to you like this. I’ll call you tomorrow, I promise.”

She was sleeping already.

David turned out the light and headed to the front door, but stopped. He didn’t feel right about leaving her alone in the house, passed out in bed. What if she got up and fell down in her drugged out state? He locked the front door and made his way over to the couch in her family room. He put on the television and stripped down to his underwear.

There was a small throw blanket on the back of the couch. David pulled it over his legs and sprawled out on the couch for the night.

“What are you doing here?”

David opened his eyes to find Andrea sitting on the edge of the couch, facing him with a steaming mug in her hand. It took several seconds for him to clear his head and wake up enough to answer. He pulled himself up into a sitting position.

“Andrea! Good morning. I, uh, drove you home last night—”

She burst out laughing. “I know that part. Believe or not, I remember most of what happened. That’s why I’m wondering why you’re out here on the couch instead of in my bed this morning.”
 

She lowered her eyes and let her glance linger on the huge erection that protruded from his briefs. “I could have helped you out with that,” she said, and took a sip from her mug.

David blushed. He tried to cover himself, but it was a fruitless effort. The small throw blanket draped over his manhood like a flag, emphasizing his woody, not hiding it.

He got up and grabbed his jeans, turning away from her while he crammed his cock into his pants and zipped up before facing her again. “I didn’t want to take advantage of you. When I sleep in your bed, it’s going to be because you invite me in, not because I happened to be the one next to you at the moment.”

Andrea put her mug on the coffee table and stood up. “I’m sorry, David. I didn’t mean to make light of what you did for me last night. I know you came to Club Secrets looking for me, and it turned out to be a lucky thing you did.”

David took in the sight before his eyes. Andrea had a short pink robe tied loosely around her naked body. He saw the outline of her pert nipples through the thin, silky fabric that draped over her breasts. The bulge in his pants grew larger.

He forced himself to concentrate on the conversation. “Wait a minute. How did you know I was looking for you?”

“I didn’t last night. I checked my email before coming out here this morning, and there was a message from your mom. She mentioned that you liked the photos she took of me that I have up on the site.”

David shook his head. “She really has to stop butting into my business. She shouldn’t have told you that. I’m not six years old anymore, and I don’t need her to make my play dates.”
 

“Don’t be angry at her. She meant well.” Andrea grinned. “So, since you already had the advantage of knowing what I look like under my clothes, I took a peek at you before I woke you up. I guess my hand brushed against you, which is why you were already at half mast when you opened your eyes.”

While she was talking, she reached down to grab her mug, and the bathrobe opened enough for David to get a full view of her naked body. He figured she must sunbathe topless because she had only the tiniest tan line from a skimpy string bikini bottom. Her nipples were a dusty pink compared to her bronzed skin, and her pussy sported a tiny, thin line of blond hair, like a landing strip or arrow pointing directing to her clit.
 

David’s cock was throbbing, but he avoided the urge to reach down into his pants and rearrange himself. He grabbed his shirt off the chair where he had left it the night before.
 

“I’m going use your bathroom and get washed up. How about I take you out to breakfast, and then we head over to the beach?”

Andrea brightened. “Oh, I’d love that. But let me make you breakfast here before we go. It’s the least I can do.”

“Sure.” David rushed past Andrea on his way to the bathroom.

“Clean towels in the closet outside the bathroom,” she called out after him.

Once down the hall and out of her line of vision, David opened his jeans and released his erection. He hadn’t been this hard and ready to pop since middle school days when he walked around all day long with his books in front of him to hide his ever-present hard-on.

At this point, he only had a few ways to relieve the pressure. He could fuck Andrea, jerk off, or take a cold shower. Since he was alone in the bathroom, he opted for the latter.
 

Fifteen minutes later, he slipped back into his jeans and followed the smell of bacon and coffee into the kitchen. A good, home-cooked meal was about the only thing that could temporarily take his mind off sex. He remembered from his babysitting days when Andrea would leave food out for him that she was a great cook, maybe even better than his mom.

“Smells great in here,” he said. But the moment David stepped into the kitchen, all thoughts of food disappeared from his mind.

Andrea was standing in front of the refrigerator with her back to him. She wore her bathing suit, which from the rear view was a bright blue string across her back, and another that created a T-shape across her hips and down the crack of her derrière. The cheeks of her round, firm buttocks were perfect, smooth orbs of browned skin.
 

When she whirled around, David noticed that the tiny bottom held a triangular slip of fabric that filled in the area where he had seen a tan line earlier. The top was nothing more than a string tied around her neck and back that loosely held up another two triangles of fabric, which were barely large enough to cover her nipples.
 

All David’s hard work in the shower was for naught. He felt his cock shoot up again, and this time he decided he was going to put it to its proper use. He strode across the kitchen and pulled her to him. Without her high heels, she was a good six inches shorter than him. Bending his head down, he planted his lips on hers.
 

Andrea responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He untied the bow at her neck and the bikini top slid to the floor. He brought his hands around and cupped her breasts in his hands, running his thumbs over her nipples until they were rock hard.

Andrea unzipped David’s jeans, releasing the full extent of his manhood. She put her hands on the waistband of his pants and tugged until they dropped around his ankles. David stepped out and kicked them away. He ran his hand down her sides and around back to her butt, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he set her down on the kitchen table and stood between her legs.

They continued to kiss, mouths firmly pressed together, as they sucked and bit each other feverishly. Their arms matched the frantic movements of their lips as they explored each other’s bodies. David slipped his hand between her legs, roughly pushing aside the loose fabric of the bikini bottom and plunging his fingers into the wet depths of her pussy.