Finding More

“Infinite possibilities” I studied the words as they unraveled like a vine in front of me. The attention to detail, the Kubrick, Malik, Nolan level of artistry inside an explorable world, this is the reason I’d driven 8 hours to find this place, right?

Stepping through the words like a cloud of smoke my heart, my palms, my cock seemed to know the real story. There, In the glow of stage lights and red velvet were eight stunning women who couldn’t take their eyes off me. Each had the same perfect face and blonde flowing hair, but the outfits, all seemed to hint at my kinks and fantasies.

How could they know, I thought, but why would I expect anything less from Allister McCord, billionaire turned sexual evangelist. He’d turned his patented thought sensing augmented reality system into the world’s most profitable brothel. “Most people have no idea what they really want,” he’d said in the interview that sold me on the experience. “If you want to find more in life, find more in sex.”

Eight was certainly not infinite possibilities, I thought, but not too… 

The lights dimmed, my eyes had barely settled on the braless girl in a midrift when she started toward me. I guess this is what they meant when they said “we know what you want before you do.”

Her hand went up into my hair then around my neck as she pulled me in. I closed by eyes for a kiss and opened them to swirling lights, a DJ and a sea of attractive ravers.

“Delilah” she whispered in my ear as our bodys began to sync with the music.

With a hand on my neck she moved her lips across my collarbone and down my chest and I started to take in the crowd. Sparse clothing was doing little to hide the amazing bodies around me, and soon I realized every time I fixated on someone, Delilah seemed to change in sync. 

I spun her around and cupped her breasts, now covered only in heart shaped pasties, and with each beat of the music they seem to grow matching first one girl then another, well into porno territory.

Hungry she spun me back, pulling my hand to her jeans and grabbing my cock as our foreheads touched and eyes locked. Had I ever been this hard? As I pulled and pushed at her pussy I could see in her face not just ecstasy, but awakening. This was … new? What could come next?

She curled her head back, rocked onto the balls of her feet as if it get just an inch or two closer to my hands, and suddenly, inside those jeans was not a pussy, but a rock hard, veiny cock to rival anything I’d ever seen.

Now, it was my eyes awakening. I squeezed, she moaned, and I was done. Jaw on my chest I collapsed on the floor, filling my pants with the orgasm of my life.

“Again” I yelled, now alone on that red velvet stage. “Again!”