Free Club Duo #1: Laila (BBW Interracial Menage) by Kitty Bush Page A

ideas. Ideas that had her pulling out her purple rabbit vibrator, the one with white pearls and dual rotation. She’d run to her bathroom and fucked herself while mumbling his name. Thank God her father traveled so much, or he’d probably have heard her down the hall.
    Elissa parked down the street. Tension ran high in the car. Sweat covered Laila’s brown skin. She knew they could get arrested, but she didn’t care. Nobody went into Club Duo unless they were a member.
    “So…what now?” Laura glanced toward the entrance.
    “No. Not that one.” Tina shushed everyone.
    They got out of the car and ran into the back alley. Darkness surrounded them. Excitement buzzed over her skin, seeping into her pores and igniting tiny shudders down her back. When they reached a side door, one of the guys from their high school stood there. He unlocked the door and held out a hand.
    Tina handed him a wad of money. “Thanks, Nick.”
    “No problem, babe.” He licked his lips and glanced over the group before meeting Tina’s gaze. “You sure you don’t want to play with me?”
    “We’ve done this before, Nick. You can’t handle me, remember?” She winked.
    Nick’s smile dropped instantly. “Get inside. Don’t get caught, or I don’t know you. I got this job thanks to my dad, and I’m keeping it.”
    The other girls rushed inside. Laila’s heart thumped wildly, bouncing around her chest cavity.
    This was it.
    They walked past a bunch of waiters dressed in distinctive red shirts and black pants, before entering a hallway.
    “Alright.” Elissa grabbed Laila by the shoulders. “We love you. Really, we do. And we brought you here to have an orgasmic birthday. But we can’t stay together or we’ll get caught.”
    Laila turned to her other friends. All were nodding. Shit. She was going to have to go on alone.
    “Ok.”
    “Let’s try to meet back by the car at some point in…say, three hours. Unless you get a ride, in which case call me,” Tina added. “I won’t leave without everyone.”
    She watched them break off and head in different directions. Holy hell. It was for real. She was in Club Duo. Her interest in finding out what in the world was going on in that place skyrocketed.
    After wandering down hall after hall and only coming across doors with strange names, she decided to peek inside one of them.
    Edibles. Nice. She turned the knob quietly, hoping not to make too much noise. Her fingers froze on the door while she took in the sights. Well, damn.
    A handful of women sat on a large buffet table, legs wide open, while men licked at their pussies like starving dogs. A second man held each woman from behind. Each man gripped and squeezed the woman’s tits. It was super hot.
    Her pussy grew instantly slick, and her clit throbbed. She wanted to be eaten like those women. Her gaze wandered over the room. There was a man off in a corner. Just standing there. Watching. She knew that face. Mr. Stud was taking in the show.
    He met her gaze. Goosebumps broke out over her skin from the way he watched her.
    Dark.
    Intense.
    Sexy as hell.
    She gulped. Sometimes a person was faced with their deepest desires and didn’t know what to do.
    He marched toward her. Oh lord. The dangerous side of her—the one that always got her into some kind of trouble—said to stop being a sissy and take the man. This was her chance.
    “Do you know what you’re doing here?” His low, rough rumble sent electric sparks straight to her cunt.

Chapter Two
    “Yes.” She didn’t recognize her own voice, only her need to be with him, to be his.
    “As much as I want you, little girl, you should go.”
    “No.”
    Wow. Had she said that out loud? Wait, he said he wanted her! Her! She hadn’t come all this way for nothing. And now that he was in front of her—a six-foot-two wall of muscle with just a hint of tan on his pale skin—she wasn’t backing away. Did he really think she’d leave now? No way. Not when she kept visualizing him