The Club
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Warnings for what lies ahead: hidden public play, I believe cucking is the term I'm looking for, lack of proper play discussion (sap pulls a dick move but it ends up alright for reader), degradation, fucking in a bathroom (whatever that falls under), unprotected sex, etc.
Edit: if you saw this go up yesterday around 8pm no u didn't
Working at the local country club was probably the easiest job you’d ever had. The hours weren’t bad, as a beverage girl you mostly rode around on a golf cart delivering drinks, and the rich bastards the club catered to had no problem dropping a 50 dollar tip on a beer served by a hot piece of ass half their age. The biggest issues you had with the job were having to act proper and polite around the stuck up guests and the sheer boredom that came with listening to the same conversation about stocks a hundred times a day. Both of which were solved with your coworker/best friend/fuckbuddy, Sapnap.
A game of flashing each other obscene gestures when no one was looking and whispers of dirty words in passing soon turned into fun bets, which turned into a gambling issue. Today Sapnap bet that you couldn’t go the whole shift with a remote controlled vibrator in your panties and the remote in his pocket. If he was right and you took it out or dragged him into a dark corner for a quick fuck, you’d suck him off while he drove you home. If you made it the whole shift without letting anything slip and getting yourself fired, he promised he’d eat you out until your legs went numb. Honestly a win-win as long as you didn’t get caught.
“You look flustered, sugar, something wrong?”
“Fuck you,” you hissed under your breath as you mixed a drink. You shoved down a gasp as he turned your vibrations up in response, tsking under his breath.
“That’s not very nice,” he chided smugly, pretending to pay attention to the guests as they took their stroke, talked some smack about the others business or wife, rinse, repeat.
“You’re a cunt,”
“Speaking of, you getting overstimulated yet? Need a break? You know there’s no shame in giving up.”
You plastered on your customer service smile, strutting past him with the ordered drinks. “I’m going to win and you’re going to put that smart mouth to better use, caddy.”
George usually hated going to the country club with his father. It was made marginally better when Dream came with his dad and they could keep each other company- sometimes in ways that their fathers wouldn’t approve of- but it was still boring as all hell. Assuming his eyes weren’t deceiving him, it seemed the employees thought the same.
“Why are you so red? I told you that stupid sweater was too hot,” Dream muttered, rolling his eyes as their fathers bantered loudly, covering his words from being heard by anyone else.
“I… I think your dad’s caddy and the beer girl are together,” he muttered out slyly. Dream raised an eyebrow, glancing over out of the corner of his eye. He’d readily admit they were both good looking- the brunet’s shorts clung to his thick thighs and the girl’s short skirt fluttered temptingly as she walked, showing off her legs nicely- but beyond a few glances they took at each other he wasn’t seeing the connection. “He’s got something in his pocket and she’s got something up her skirt.”
Dream’s eyes went wide as, as if on command, the brunet casually reached into his pocket as if he was simply adjusting himself and the girl’s steps faltered, thighs squeezing together as she cast a glare at him before climbing back into her cart. He grinned smugly in response, blowing her a kiss before she drove off and he took his hand back out.
Dream turned back to George with a maniacal grin. “Now there’s an idea,”
“You wouldn’t dare,” George hissed back, glaring at him to end the conversation as the caddy came back to the group and they started walking again. Of course, he should’ve known better: Dream doesn’t let anything go. He grabbed George’s shoulder and pulled him along to join the young man at the back of the group.
“The beer cart girl your girlfriend?”
Sapnap raised a shocked eyebrow. In the three or so years Dream and George had been coming to the club they’d only shared short conversations- being younger than most guests, the two were eager for someone who shared their interests but Sapnap wasn’t exactly allowed to fraternize on the job. “Ah- no, we’re just friends.”
Dream gave him a sly grin. “In that case what do you think about sharing your little remote?”
Sap blanked, cheeks turning pink as he realized he’d been caught. Although, based on the way Dream grinned and bit his lip and the way George’s pale skin had turned red he didn’t think he’d be getting fired today. “...If she takes it out before her shift is over I win our bet,” he admitted carefully. Dream looked over his head at George with a grin.
“Oh, I’m definitely buying you one,”
“Fuck you, prick,”
“I have to work on the opposite side of the club for the rest of shift,” Sap said, a coy grin pulling at his lips. “And the rule is I can only use it if I can see her, so if you can follow that rule…” He handed over the small remote. “Win me a bet.”
<----->
“‘Scuse me, luv, can we get some bevs?”
You blushed a bit as you flashed a smile at the pretty brit and his friend, walking over to their table. You had to shove down a squeak and focus on walking as your vibrator kicked on- you were gonna kill Sapnap. He was probably hiding in some dark corner so he could mess with you instead of doing his work. You placed your hand on the back of the taller boy’s chair to steady yourself- fuck they were hot. Maybe it was your overeager pussy talking or the fact that you’re used to dealing with rich old fogeys but you’d gladly bend over the table for these two- maybe give Sap something more entertaining to spy on. You managed to snap yourself out of your dirty thoughts to remember that you had a job to do. “What can I get you two?”
“How about your name,” the blond threw out boldly. You giggled at his confidence and gave it to him with your most flirtatious smile. He repeated it back in a deep, growling voice that made you clench around your vibrator. “My friends call me Dream and he’s George. I think we have something that belongs to you.”
“Oh really,” you mused. “And what would that be?” Your flirtatious grin fell as he pulled out a familiar purple remote, clicking it and sending a harsh pulse through your cunt to prove it was yours. You let out a sharp gasp, hand latching onto his shoulder to keep yourself upright.
“You’re such an asshole, Dream,” George tsked, wrapping his hand around your bare thigh and rubbing it gently. “Your little boytoy gave us your remote. You want it back, darling? We don’t have to tell him.”
You took in a deep breath as Dream turned your vibrator off so you could think clearly. Were you going to kick Sapnap’s ass later for giving control of your vibrator to two strangers? Abso-fucking-lutely. Were the strangers in question hot enough for you to forget about that for a bit? Fuck yes.
“Now what’s the fun in that,” you purred, cupping George’s face and running your thumb down his sharp jaw. He grinned up at you, turning to place a kiss on your palm without taking his dark eyes off your own. His grin grew as Dream turned your vibrations up again, the two of them watching with joy as you struggled to keep your legs from shaking.
“You know,” Dream mused, stealthily slipping his hand up the back of your skirt to shamelessly grab your ass. “Sapnap, was it? He mentioned your little bet. We could make it a lot easier for you to win if you did something for us in return.”
“Oh?” You grinned widely. “I think I have a few ideas on how to repay you.”
There wasn’t a single cell in your brain when you first took this job that thought you’d end up in the employee bathroom with two guests, but here you were. George was sat on the counter, looking so pretty as he panted from having his dick down your throat while Dream ruthlessly fucked you from behind, holding your vibrator to your clit. “You look so pretty like this,” George moaned out, pushing your hair out of your face. A harsh thrust from Dream sent your nose into the bush of hair at the base of George’s cock, moans erupting from both of you. “Fucking bloody hell- you’re so mean to her, Dream,” he chided even as he wrapped his hand around your hair and started fucking your face. “The poor thing’s doing so well, so pretty and compliant for us. How many times have you made her come with that thing? Nnnng, put the toy away.”
Dream scoffed, straightening up to his full height from where he’d been bent over your back, blanketing you in his weight. “She is being good,” he mused, giving three hard thrusts with an evil grin as they made you choke on George’s cock, which made him moan. “A good fucking slut. She’s just a pretty little whore, aren’t you, baby? So eager to get fucked by two strangers at the same time- you were even gonna let us have control of your toy without knowing our names, weren’t you?” He turned up the vibrations as if to prove his point, watching your back arch to try to pull away from the stimulation as you whimpered, feeling tears of overstimulation bud up in the corners of your eyes.
“Oh, she’s crying, Dream.” George tried to sound sympathetic but it came out as an obscene moan as his hips stuttered, pulling you halfway off his cock so he could see your face better. “Oh, poor thing,” he whimpered, gasping and letting his head fall back against the mirror as you sucked harshly- punishment for being an ass, you decided.
You yelped around George as you felt Dream take your toy off your clit just to slap your ass hard. “She can take it,” he growled, tossing the vibe into the sink. “Good whores take what they’re given and are fucking grateful.” You cried out as he wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you off George’s cock, pulling you up until your back was pinned to his chest and he could nip your ear. “Say thank you,” he growled into your ear. “Thank us for our cocks, slut, or the rest of your shift is going to be hell.”
“Thank you,” you breathed out. “Thank you, sirs, thank you! Please let me keep sucking his cock! I need his cum down my throat, please!”
“Dirty little thing,” he growled, tightening his hand around your throat and thrusting harder.
“Dream,” George gushed as he lazily worked his hand over his cock, using the spit you’d left behind as lube. “Her stomach, look.”
You whimpered as Dream’s hips stopped, hand on your neck keeping you facing the ceiling as he looked to see what George was talking about. “Oh, baby,” he cooed, guiding you to look at the mirror. You let out a breathless moan as you watched him push into you and the skin of your stomach protruded in response. He was literally rearranging your guts. “Look at that- our poor little whore can barely even take me. Is my cock too big, baby? Huh?”
You’d lost track of how many orgasms in you were, your mind little more than dough for them to mold at this point. At least, that would be your excuse later. “No,” you whispered, watching him grind against you through your stomach. “It’s perfect.”
“Fuck,” Dream swore, letting to of your throat and letting George catch you as you fell forward, hooking one hand under your hips to hold you up and placing his other right over that delicious bump as he regained his harsh pace. You eagerly took George back into your mouth, delighting in his moans as you sucked him off.
“Fuck, fuck, luv- Dream- I’m gonna fucking come,” he panted, weakly thrusting to meet your bobbing mouth. You looked up at him, wanting to see his face as he came, and watched Dream’s thick fingers wrap around George’s pretty neck right before your face was shoved into George’s pelvis again. You focused on breathing as you heard Dream lick his way into the brit’s mouth- between the two of them you were stuck on their cocks. If you tried to pull off George Dream was going to breach your cervix and if you tried to pull away from Dream George was going to come straight into your stomach. All you could do was sit there and take it as they bruised your insides.
George came down your throat with a strangled moan, muffled from Dream’s lips before he used his hand on the pretty boy’s neck to pull him back, pinning the brunet to the mirror. “Swallow it all, pretty little whore,” he told you, grinding his hips deeper against you. You and George both whimpered as his cock jerked in your mouth, sending another stream of cum down your throat. “Come on, Georgie, fill the whore up. Give ‘er another load,”
George gasped against the hand around his throat, hips jerking against your face as you swallowed everything he gave you. “I can’t,” he whined. “‘M fucking empty, Dream,”
Dream scoffed, pulling you off George’s cock and pulling your back to his chest again, hand returning to your throat as he brutally fucked you. “Give him a kiss, baby, I think Georgie here likes tasting his own cum.” George met your lips, licking his way into your mouth and holding your face steady. He blindly reached into the sink, pulling out your vibe and clicking it on, using it to circle your clit. He giggled against your lips as you scrambled to grab onto him to stabilize yourself, knees going weak as your orgasm swiftly approached.
“Come on Dream’s cock, darling,” he cooed. “I promise he’s gonna fill you up so good, just come for us one more time.” You nodded, grinding down on the vibe and back against Dream.
“Please,” you panted against George’s lips. “Please, Dream, I’m so close.”
“Come for me,” he growled. “Come on my cock like a good little slut, baby.” His thrusts picked up as your walls fluttered around him as the two of them sent you over the edge one last time. Dream plunged into you, grinding deep inside you and flooding your insides with his cum. “There you go- fucking take it,” he groaned, pressing his hand down over the bump he made on your stomach to feel his cock jerk inside you as he placed wet kisses down your neck. George’s lips on yours became languid as you came down from your high, pulling the vibe away from your clit. “George, gimme the toy,” Dream grunted. George grumbled and blindly held out the toy, letting Dream take it. “Don’t want you to lose anything,” he mumbled with a grin in his voice as he slowly pulled out and replaced his cock with the toy with the vibrations off. “There you go, sweet girl. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“So,” George chirped as you pulled away from him, a sly grin on his lips. “When’s your next shift?”
