Chapter 1

I’ve always loved sex. I understand that basically everyone that’s sexually active probably also loves sex, but with me it was close to obsession. It was a journey for me; not specifically in the act of sex itself, but the road leading to it was exciting.

            I hadn’t had many lovers, or at least not as many as a lot of people that I knew. I could count on my hands without running out of fingers how many men I’d had, and for someone that thought about sex as much as I did, I’d say that was an achievement.

            Another reason why I felt that my number was ‘conservative’ was because, at the age of twenty-six, I still had yet to achieve an orgasm from any of my sexual partners. I was a horny woman, but I required skills that I had yet to encounter. Thus, I always equated my sex life to a journey.

            I lived in Boulder, Colorado. I lived in Colorado for my whole life, and I rarely left the state. I stayed in the state for college, love, and eventually work.

            I got my degree in business, and I aimed to be a highly successful businesswoman in a very specific field that appealed to my constant lust.

            For the past couple of years, I’d be working hard to make a name for myself in the sex club industry. With years of networking and learning about everything I could about it, I was finally ready to open my own place. My hope was that it wasn’t just going to be new, it would feel new – I wanted to make it really classy, a place that would attract the wealthy and the sexiest people in Boulder. I would be picky about who could get in, but you can’t be exclusive if you just allow everyone inside.

            I wanted it to be “anything goes”, where rules wouldn’t follow you in once you came through the entrance. There would be hot people of all genders – my focus was to get the hot women to come, so that in turn, hot men would start to come, too.

            I was looking to hire six “cock-tail” waiters with the emphasis on the cock that would draw in the women.  I’d already held auditions for “beauties” that would entertain the men the week prior. The criteria as it’d been laid out beforehand was that they had to all be muscular, have good skin, good hair- essentially, they had to be hot, and they had to know they were hot.

            I began to hold auditions on Monday, the 18^th, a week before Christmas. The club wasn’t set to open for another two weeks, but I wanted my talent good and ready by the time the doors were open.

            I expected only a handful of hopefuls to show up, but to my surprise, sixteen different capable men came in to audition. Their résumés varied, but their bodies were all spectacular and they all looked like they could fit the mold of what I wanted. Their shirts were off, and I felt incredibly lucky to be me in that moment. It was hard to be critical, but I did have to admit to myself that some looked a little better than others.

            We made our introductions, and while each of them introduced themselves, I was busy looking them over, picking out my favorites and not paying incredibly close attention to their words. I was enamored by their bodies.  I couldn’t help but notice that most of them were checking me out, as well. I was content with the looks, since I felt quite confident with my body and my overall image.

I was curvy with long dark hair and blue eyes. I had a big bust, and I had worked out enough that my legs and backside were always a highlight when it came to male attention. I wouldn’t consider myself short, but compared to the way the sixteen men in front of me towered over me, I felt short.

I wanted to narrow it down in my head from sixteen to six. As they each went down the line and briefly told me how and why they responded to the job opportunity, I was busy in my head thinking.  I was imagining what I wanted some of these men to do to me.

“So, if you read the job description, you know what I’m looking for,” I told them. “You’ve all got the kind of body that I know my patrons will enjoy, but you also need to be thorough with customer satisfaction. You wouldn’t just be here to be eye candy, you’d also have to work hard.”

“I want to take all of you,” I continued. “But, there are only a limited number of spots, and sadly I have to disappoint some of you.”

Truthfully, while I wish I could say that I was making my selection based on a combination of qualifiers, I was mostly being vain. Most of the guys didn’t have a lot of experience in waiting anyway, so I was going with my gut.

I looked at my lineup of built, toned men and pointed to six, “You, you, you, you, you, and definitely you.”

The last one that I pointed at was going to be the first to go through the next step of the interview process, although he didn’t know it yet.

“Now, as for the rest of you, I don’t want to get any hopes up, but I would like to keep you guys as backups in the meantime. If you should have other opportunities that come along, I won’t be offended. But please, be on the lookout for a call or email from me, because anything can happen. Thank you for coming out.”

The ten that weren’t chosen left, all looking a bit disappointed. Rather than dwell on any hurt feelings I may have inflicted, I turned my attention to the six chosen ones.

“As for all of you,” I said. “I’ve chosen you, but we have another step in the hiring process to go through. Before that, I just want to say that even if you don’t have much experience working with big crowds of people or serving drinks or even if you’re not fully sure what to expect at a club like this, you’ll learn. You responded to my ad for a reason, and you’re all obviously interested in the job, so I imagine that you’re all open-minded and eager to do well.”

“Yes ma’am,” said the tallest man of the six.

“Awesome,” I said clapping my hands together. “Leave all your info on the table over there, I’ll be in touch this week.”

I was pleased when I saw that the last man to place his info on the table was the man I was most eager to know more about. He had nice dark hair and piercing green eyes.

“What’s your name?” I asked him.

“Matthew Barnes, ma’am,” he answered.

“I’d like you to be the first to go through the next stage of the audition,” I said. “I don’t exactly have an office set up yet. Do you think you could go wait for me in the back room with the couches? I’ll be there soon.”

Like a good boy, he obeyed. I started to look over his résumé, and was impressed to see that while he worked in an office, he was apparently a volunteer fireman. I wanted to know more about his service.

Before I could go talk with Matthew, my best friend Araya came walking in. She was my best friend and closest confider, someone who told me everything and whom I told everything to. She arrived at a good time, because I liked to get her advice before embarking on an adventure. She’d been my advisor since we met in college almost ten years ago. While I was learning business, she was learning how to design buildings. Our interests were able to form a natural union while I tried to get the sex club going: I would say what I wanted and she would use her knowledge and passion to bring my vision to life. She wasn’t just a capable designer, she was also very artsy.

“So, how many showed up?” she asked me. “Did you make your picks?”

“I did. I narrowed it down to six. One of them’s in the back right now, actually.”

“Just one?” she went. “I’m telling you, that’s a waste. You should be trying two at once. I swear, you’ll thank me later.”

Araya was actually dating two guys at the same time. They knew about each other, but their arrangement was always a little peculiar to me; it was a hard to get a read on the three of them whenever they were all together. Regardless, she loved it, and often encouraged me to try it how she did it.

“Still not sure about that,” I said. “I have always wondered about it, but I think I’ll stick with one at a time for now.”

“Suit yourself,” she said. “What did they think about your lengthy interview process?”

“No one really said anything about it,” I said. “They’ll all be waiting for my call.”

“Nice,” said Araya. “So, who’s the stud waiting for you back there?”

“Matthew Barnes,” I answered, consulting his résumé. “He’s a volunteer fireman and he’s hot as fuck.”

“Mmm,” she hummed. “What about the other guys?”

“I don’t really remember their names, a lot of guys showed up,” I admitted. “I just went with my gut or my libido, I’m not really sure.”

“Well, don’t let me stand in the way of your auditioning process,” she said with a wink. “I’ll just be wherever you’re not, measuring walls and playing with lights. You have fun.”

What Araya had been referring to was something I had in mind that was quite daring. I didn’t just want all of the men that worked at my sex club to be hot; I also wanted them to be good lovers.

I headed to the back room hoping that Matthew would impress me.

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