Free PlusOne by Cristal Ryder Page A

down and it wasn’t
hard to miss the tenting at the front.
    Alrighty then. Karen’s nerves shot through the roof.
    Wendy ushered them through glass doors and she was greeted
by a wave of heat that was close to suffocating.
    “There are more lockers, a steam room.” She opened the door
and a wonderful aroma of eucalyptus rushed out at them on the moist air. “Over
here are two more bathrooms, his and hers, the ones upstairs are coed. And—”
She led them past the washrooms. “The indoor hot tub.”
    Soft, colored twinkle lights lit the cozy tiled corner and
the water bubbled and frothed. She was sure many happy endings happened in that
tub and raised her eyebrows, imaging the goings-on that took place in it. Karen
wondered if she would get the courage to go in. She hadn’t brought a bathing
suit with her so that only meant one thing if she did take a dip. A shiver
rippled through her, leaving a lingering sense of excitement. She was getting
turned-on and nothing had even happened yet. Was that a good or bad sign?
    Karen sucked in a deep breath and followed Wendy and Jill out
the other glass door that led back to the bar—the coolness of the air a
complete contrast to the sultry heat they just emerged from.
    “The pool is right up those stairs to our left.” Wendy
pointed.
    Karen glanced up and saw more people in towels, mainly the
guys, and the women had on slips of fabric that didn’t hide a thing. Their
asses and pussies showing for all the world to see. And what’s with the
high-heeled, sparkly shoes? Every one of them sported killer heels that she
would never dream of walking in. She glanced down at her clothes and black
pumps.
    She was way overdressed. Boring, in fact. The skirt and
blouse she’d worn seemed awful bookish now and damn if she didn’t feel like a
librarian. She hadn’t put her contacts in so she wore her glasses, and because
she’d gotten home late from work she’d just retied her ponytail. An ugly
duckling among the pretty swans.
    Well, she told herself, it wasn’t as if she had come here to
find a man, or strip, or swim naked.
    “Tressa made some guacamole and there are snacks at the end
of the bar. Drinks are on me.” Wendy gave Karen a little shove. “Go forth and
enjoy.” Then she vanished up the stairs they’d only moments before come down.
    Karen made eye contact with Jill, who shrugged and strode to
the end of the bar. Ordered a wine and dug into the food.
    “If I’m going to be teaching the pole dance workshop, and
doing a lot of drinking tonight, I need to nosh,” Jill mumbled around a
mouthful of nachos.
    Karen took a breath and reached for the baby carrots. “Wise
woman.”
    * * * * *
    The sight that greeted Rob’s eyes couldn’t have been more
angelic. Of the fallen kind. Women in various states of undress stood around
the pole, swaying to the seductive sounds of the DJ. Each one waiting for her
turn to strut their stuff.
    He didn’t know where to look first. At the women patiently
waiting their turn, or to the small crowd gathered in little groups at the bar,
or up the stairs behind him to the outdoor pool with quiet, dim corners for
sex.
    He swept his gaze past the first glass door to his right
that showed two dudes reclined, their legs dangling in the hot tub, each with a
woman’s head buried in his lap giving him a blowjob. Rob couldn’t take it all
in. It was sensation overload. Tits. Ass. Pussy. Naked for him to boldly gaze
at. If he wanted.
    He lifted his beer and took a swig from the bottle, when a
movement from the second glass door, to the left of the hot tub one, opened.
Through it came a completely naked, absolutely stunning woman. The mouthful of
beer suddenly turned into a huge lump he could barely swallow. Her long,
lustrous hair hung to her ass and a few strands fell over her shoulder, her
breasts bobbing between the thick waves. Her belly was flat and firm and the
small tuft of neatly trimmed dark curls pointed to her pussy.
    Keep it together,